Extermantius - Part 10 - Executioner’s Song

Wreaths of coiling burning Promethium split into the bottom chamber igniting the purestrains just before they could charge. Tyrion stepped into the conflagration and looked upon the very last of the enemy. They were corrupted and twisted by the alien strain... their bony heads bloated and throbbing. The Ancient could feel their collectively repressed psychic power bleating in abject anger denied by the Pariah geneseed within him. Thick gouts of black blood dripped steadily from their nostrils as he watched the swollen pulsating veins engulfing their tiny skulls. His veterans began to fill the chamber stepping across the ashes and cinders left in remains of the razed genestealers. One by one each of the Magos were brought to their knees and chained to the rock beneath them. Arghus silently poured vials of oil on everyone of them then the Deathwatch Kill Team stepped back away from the mutants.

"You have been found guilty of the utmost treason. Punishment is death by cleansing flame." said Tyrion as he ignited a torch. He then stepped forward and brought it down upon the hulking figure of the Patriarch. It screamed in intense pain as the flame engulfed the villain. One by one each of the magos were incinerated, the remaining ones forces to watch as each of their compatriots was burnt alive.

Finally there was only one left remaining. Argonaut grasped his limbs within his power fist and began to slowly grind the very bones against each other, snapping every limb one by one. "Please have mercy." gasped the last magos as his black bloated tongue rasped and saliva drooled down his wrinkled face. The Salamander laughed as he began to tear off its arms. The magos screamed again.

Assassin - Part 36 - Final Genesis

The Demoness spread her shoulders absorbing the dark tendrils of energy pouring from the warp hole. Her black eyes glowed turning bright crimson as they rolled back into her elongated skull. She ran the tip of her long forked tongue over her pointy filed fangs, her lips parting into an evil grin. The many daemon hands pulled back as she stepped forward, her muscles rippling underneath her taut red skin. Lifting the Hellblade above her head the demoness let out a curdling scream from deep within her gut. It was so shrill broken pieces of rubble vibrated spilling from the broken pillars.

Orpheus rapid fired his bolt pistol until the magazine was spent but the micro rockets bounced harmlessly off ricocheting aside. The Templar holstered the pistol grasping for the bound chainsword. Simultaneously the two combatants assailed each other. Orpheus went on the offensive swinging both weapons with all his might, each strike aimed for the head. Though even stronger now the lack of an arm showed as the demoness struggled to parry the iron hard blows. One well aimed strike snuck through her guard and struck her across the brow severing the tainted skin, pearly white bone shone beneath the rent. The Templar felt his forearms burning in pain again like fire coursing through his veins. Silently whispering a final prayer to the Emperor asking for one last surge of strength he involuntarily smiled as the Templar felt the pain instantly subsiding. Dropping one of his chainswords he caught the demoness by the hip and flipped her over. She screamed again in utter rage as she fell upon her back finally exposed. Double handing one chainsword Orpheus swung down lopping off her head. The fleshy skull rolled upon the ground leaving a trail of boilng blood and came to rest beside the heap of polished skulls piled high around her own shrine. "Suffer not the unclean." said Orpheus as he bent down on one knee to catch his breath.

Assassin - Part 32 - Rebirth

Sanguinius watched in silence looking down upon his dead brother. The Mark X armor stirred again as it began to reknit the fresh wounds, expunging the vile black poison. Lifting the burning blade from the ashen waste the Blood Angel cast it aside far from the reach of Gulilliman. Roboute gasped sucking in the cold air as his twin hearts began to beat again. The Ultramarine opened his eyes looking up into the pale face of Sanguinius pressing the tip of the Black Sword against his exposed throat. "Life is a gift."

Sanguinius’ wings unfurled as he rose up into the sky then receded. Guilliman climbed to his knees and spat out the last of the poison. He pulled the tip of the spearhead free and the Mark X armor closed the wound. Again the Stormbirds raced overhead screaming to a sudden halt as they stopped to hover. Their steely bellies opened and masses of Black Templars jumped to the ground surrounding the Primarch. Oathsbane came forward. "Your vision was blurred and twisted by the eldar. Our Liege has set you free now literally carving away their cancer."

Again the Primarch heard the beating of wings as the Blood Angel descended. "Will you join us?"

Guilliman looked up to meet his gaze "Yes I will."

Sanguinius smiled. "There is still plenty of work left to do."

Assassin - Part 31 - When Brothers Collide

Sanguinius caught a quick glimpse of himself in the dull mirrored shard laying against the broken stones littering the floor. His pitch black armor was covered in an intricate sworl of ancient runes carved deep into the thick layered sheets of adamantium enamel. The forgotten language of Baal Secundus telling the secreted litanies of past battles fought during the Great Crusade. His long locks of golden hair were tied back tight to his skull and his eyes burned with unspoken visions. The Primarch wore the polished skulls of Lorgar, Fulgrim and Mortarion fastened to his belt taken as grizzly trophies of the new war. Dark rubies encrusted his gauntlets cut in the shape of polished tear drops. A single black tear drop had been tattooed below his left eye dripping from the tear duct. Clutching the long hilt of the Black Sword with both fists he emerged from the burning remains of the shattered ruin looking ahead. Guilliman stood across the broken wake resolute in final meditation. Long tongues of molten flame burst from the silvered edges of his sword licking at the unknown ore from which the blade had been forged.

Broken bodies of dead Templars and Ultramarines littered the battlefield, piled high in some areas like offerings to the dark Gods. There were few survivors on either side. Only the two Primarchs stood holy uninjured. The Ultramarine lifted his ranged weapon firing indiscriminately from the hip as he slowly advanced ever so cautiously towards his brother. In a blinding quick flurry of skillful parries Sanguinius deflected the shots carving some of the micro rockets in twain. Drawing the Spear of Teleos from his back he launched it hard aiming for Guilliman’s torso. The Spear spiraled high then plunged down at the last moment piercing Guilliman’s thigh. The tip was barbed and coated in the blackest poison taken from the assassin’s cell. Grunting Roboute lopped off the long pole arm leaving the Spear tip buried deep in the knotted muscle. The poison began to disperse flowing into the blood stream but the pale blue armored Primarch shrugged off the pain as he continued to advance.

"For the innocent." whispered the Blood Angel. "And for all those that gave their lives most willingly for a just cause." Guilliman could only just grumble, the filthy poison had swollen his tongue. The Angel came straight at him in a blur as a pair of Stormbirds flew across the red skies on another bombing run. The Black Sword reined down striking hard against the blue armor scoring the azure enamel. He caught Roboute’s wrist gripping it hard as an iron vice. The flames of the burning licked at his black armor scorching it as the searing heat poured off the long blade. Sanguinius head butted Guilliman’s skull fracturing the exposed nose driving the broken cartilage up deep into the nasal cavity. Roboute grabbed at his bound wrist with his free gauntlet seeking to regain purchase. Skillfully the Blood Angel drove the sharp tip of the Black Sword punching through the enemy chest plate puncturing one of the two beating hearts. Guilliman toppled over but would not release his grip on the burning blade.

Sanguinius brought down hard one of his armored boots crushing Guilliman’s wrist. The blade pattered away then he drove the Black Sword through his brother’s skull piercing the brain pan.

Assassin - Part 30 - Dark Reflection

Paragon sat upon a stool looking out through the veiled window from the small room atop the single tower. Silently he looked through the scope of his sniper rifle sighting just to the left of Roboute Guilliman. The Primarch stood upon a raised dias just outside the front of the palace. Marneus Calgar stood to his right speaking to the Honor Guard surrounding their Primarch. The assassin slowly squinted and the ethereal image of an eldar took form. The xenos wore a psychic helm marking it as a Farseer. His fingertip ever so slightly pressed upon the trigger rune. The X round ejected from the vented muzzle spiraling silently towards its mark cutting effortlessly through the refractor field shielding Guilliman and his retinue then the Wraithbone imploded taking the head from the Farseer. Immediately alarms sounded throughout the palace ground. Paragon hoisted his rifle back inside the room and closed the veil. Quickly the assassin dissembled his rifle placing the pieces back into the pouches sown outside his pack. He then lifted the small homing beacon and activated the single black rune.

The door burst open as an Ephoroi entered the small room followed by one of the squad of accompanying Sagittarum Guard Sodalities. "The shot came from here." said one of the Sagittarum pointing towards the veiled window. Carefully they examined the interior but could find no evidence left behind.

"Continue to search the remainder of the tower." said the Ephoroi. "We have failed our oath sworn duty. The shot only just missed."

"It could have been simply a warning." another Sagittarum replied. He lifted the stool but it was bare. "We must determine why this room was left unguarded."

The floor began to quake then an explosion blew out the top of the tower vaporizing the Custodes. A sea of shiny black nanobots swarmed from a top the burning ruins absorbing the last of the residual psychic trace erasing it completely then they vanished as well.

Short Story • Retributius Dominatius

Here is a 40k short story I've been working on for the past year...

Retributius Domnatius

It is a tale of revenge and is in the final phase. Enjoy !

Blood Angels Fan Fiction "Ripple"

Here is a link to a 40k short story I'm currently writing over on the 40k Wrecking Crew forums:

http://40kwreckingcrew.aceboard.com/331128-607-4848-0-Ripple-short-fiction.htm

(Sorry, the link editor is not working so you'll have to cut and paste if you want to take a look.)

It's about a race of eldar Exodites living on a beautiful maiden world that have a close encounter with an ancient Librarian from a Blood Angels successor chapter, the Blood Saints. The Blood Saint is mentioned in their mythos as an avatar of destruction that will either save their race or doom them all.

It's been fun to write and will be wrapped up soon. If you enjoy 40k fan fiction you might like it.

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