//------------------------------// // Chapter 14 // Story: I am the hammer. The edge of his sword... and unfortunatly, the partner of a purple unicorn with wings. // by ThatRarityIsaSpy //------------------------------// Twilight quickly ran the moment she heard the din of battle. Who knows what Slannesh might have lurking in these dark corridors? Without Draigo, she would be ill-equipped to deal with any large numbers of daemons or mortal thralls of the dark god. Turning a corner, Twilight quickly caught a glance of the shadow, something equine in nature and shape. She bolted that way immediately, wondering where Draigo was. Titansword flashed once, and separated the upper-halves of the daemons from their bodies. Draigo, grimly looked down at his slain foes, turning around to check whether or not they were all dead. The moment he turned around once again, he heard small footsteps which quickly grabbed his attention, but to his surprise, no one was there. He thought he heard something...... Time to investigate. ______________________________________________________________________________ “What we did.... was it really all worth it?” Dorn asked himself as he had a tech-priest give him a rough estimate on how many people died. “We had performed Exterminatus on at least eight worlds now sire.” The captain said promptly entering the room. “Thank you.” Dorn said half-heartedly. “May I see a casualty report?” “Just a second.” The primarch sat down and began to think to himself. Could this be really worth the trouble? Sure, the ends perhaps may justify the means but would resurrecting a god via having her feed of billions of souls.... was it really a good idea? These actions too would probably empower Khorne a bit as well. Dorn hated the idea of sending people to their deaths, no matter what the reason was. The battle with Perturabo at the Iron Cage taught him that... but that was different. His Imperial Fists weren’t exactly the worst kind of degenerates or criminals, and that was on the heat of battle against the arch-enemy, there was something about their deaths that made had small comfort to it. They had died with honor. Perhaps they should have drafted the populations of these planets as conscripts and sent them to battle Orks? Good idea... but then again, whatever Khorne was planning to do might have already happened had they they done something like that. Apparently Galaxia was going to be needed in the fight with Khorne too. Humph. What would happen if Galaxia CAN’T improve the geneseed? What then? Even then, The Emperor always had a plan B (except in the case of Horus) perhaps the raw power of a god would turn the tide of the battle? After all, if The Emperor had given them guys in cardboard boxes armed with laser pens, the Primarchs still probably could have managed to conquer about a few thousand worlds. Give them about a few hundred thousand astartes each, they’re about going through planets like copy-paper. But if Galaxia truly valued life as The Emperor had described her to, would that mean she would abhor taking arms? And why does sound all so familiar? ______________________________________________________________________________ “Damn!” Twilight shouted to herself as she saw the shadow move again and again away from her. It almost seemed to be taunting her, telling her to pick up the pace. Turning yet ANOTHER corner, the wily steed/daemon/creature/whatever it was always seemed to be a step ahead. Hell.... she hadn’t even seen it yet! And the worst part was? She couldn’t use magic. She quickly turned another corner. Draigo looked into the eyes of his foe. Mighty Slannesh himself had come to bar his path. “So this is your last test? To defeat you?” Draigo asked. Somehow, he was almost amused by this. He really did see this one coming. Slannesh gave no reply. Only looked around curiously as if he didn’t understand what he had just said. Draigo felt his temper began to rise. “What? Don’t understand me? Do you understand this?!” Titansword was once again pulled out. Only this time.... Slannesh gave a look of fear, and quickly ran, mouthing words of which made no sound. “You fear me.... this will make this all the more amusing.” Draigo said as he gave chase. “Today, I get to serve my Emperor, as a bonus, I can slay a god.” ______________________________________________________________________________ Galaxia gave a small sigh as she felt herself feeding off the souls of mortals. She couldn’t help it really. She wondered exactly now, what kind of dirty work Sigmar must have gone through to get this much. With luck, it might just be enough. First Horus. Then Kurze. Then Alpharius. Then countless chaos space marines, rogue psykers, daemons.... okay. Let’s face it. She didn’t mind devouring THEIR souls. But what of this flow of the dead.... what happened now? Probably another one of the deeds that Sigmar definitely wasn’t too proud have. #Thunderwarriors. She wondered whether or not, the true purpose of bringing her back to the material universe really was to defeat the Tyranids. ______________________________________________________________________________ This was not good! Twilight turned her shoulder to see the form of Slannesh coming right after her, with one MASSIVE blade that he should not be capable of holding. (This is the warp, screw logic.) It was actually perfect too. Right as she had turned the corner, she had ran into him. At first, she wondered if the god was going to decide now was another time to mess with her with some “joke” or if she was going to get murdered brutally and painfully. It seems the latter of the two was the right one as now, she found herself at the mercy of the mad god, right in his realm. It seemed to her that Slannesh had wanted to say something. Twilight did try and say something..... you know... he is a god after all, and MAYBE being polite might get you somewhere. But... no. Just mouthed a few words, and came running after her with a sword. All she could do as of now is run, and hope that he doesn’t catch up. ______________________________________________________________________________ In his throneroom, the Dark Prince gave a small chuckle to himself as he watched everything unfold.