Locked away in a garden of his design, the great father, for the first time, looked puzzled, as extending so much power through the gaps of the "eye" was no easy task, while the "others" contested against him…
Though that very fact, that "they" contested against him in the first place….especially that "king" of desire… would fight so hard for some mortal… made it worth it! Made everything worth it! Making a prince out of such a mortal could extend his garden to the end of the universe! But first it must be broken…
And thus, while looking through a giant green orb glass, the great father smiles at his servant… Mortarion! His own pale king! With a large scythe and princely wings of an insect, Mortarion stares from his throne, in his flagship, traveling through the great cosmos, and exiting the "graden," freeing himself from the eye of Terra! Like a commercial glass in a screen, the space around tore, as his ship sailed through the warp, twisting aperture!
But instead of seeing the world he was expecting to see, his alarm bells rang, as the windows before him showed him a sight he did not like, nor found amusing…
[Those dam beast! And their shadow!] screamed Mortarion as he and his crew found themselves in a different system than planned…
[Sir! It was not them… ] replied a deathguard servant
[if not them then who could…Grr! The… blue one! That damned raven!] Continued Martarion in realization, as a certain fiendish demon god smiled from his world's throne!
At the same time, in another part of space, Cortez of the imperium left for the journey on his own flagship, but with him came a small fleet of his finest… glittering like little stars, drowned in the imperium's finest current and lost weaponry, from ages lost to time, his fleet but the humble size of five vessels departed from the Formosa Sector…
[Sir! Where are we headed?] asked a humble servant of the emperor's finest
[headed…] replied Cortez with a pause for a brief moment as he stared at the data sheet in his hands… but just before raising his gaze to the great cosmos, he continued…
[To our archenemy! A battlefield at the very heart of the eye of Terra! The world of…]
" Time is done. The future meets the past in the present. And there we have no dominion. "
→Excerpt Guy Haley, Throne of Light ←
"I always carry the Inquisitor's Seal. It's a small, unpretentious item in a box of Fluvia Obsidian. It's plain, plain, and has only one symbol and one line written on it. But with this, I'm a world's executioner. By signing the letter, you can make billions of souls disappear without a trace."
- Guardian of the Formosa System, Inquisitor Kotias
As Akios stared down the great unlceaned one, the darkness around grew, while the voices and whispers appeared from the void! Giving out their promises, their delusions of power as a choice… but akios wasn't having any of it, even tho the temptations were growing just under his skin… but a sliver the gods could not miss….
The seeds of ambition sown, growing just under the flesh, just waiting to be watered, that is how the dark gods saw this man known as Akios, from within their visionaries, and time was not Akios friend!
But ignoring the feeling, the promises, Akios stares down a monster who could wipe clean worlds for his master's garden, who could end life on a whim… with a smile as grand as his toothy grin…
Disgusting was all Akios could give that thought, as the metal around the darkened floors changed into spores of unnatural… small yellow dust-like lights just hidden within the shadow cover… while on his side, the wall yet remained clean, as red light off the servitos still showed within their hidden panels.
Then, when the dark fully consumed all the light, Akios listened… As so did Molly, as the big "great one" moved a single step! A step that shook the halls! That crumbled the already crinkled floor! Then, as his bell rang a tune, Akios screamed as holy lightning sparked around him in flashes!
Causing Molly to see the sea of flying nats just behind the uncleaned one… as a mouth at his lower torso opened up to a fog of green light! A gas's light that contained what Molly didn't know, and prayed she never found out! She had seen what the servant of Nurgel could do, the horrors left in their wake, but more importantly, how powerless her weapon was… a thought she didn't like to remiss… but still ate away at her heart, but those thoughts would have to wait, as she turned tail and ran… with her teeth clenched in rage, while her hands shook in blood! All while a voice whispered to her again…
[running away yet again? I see… Are you sure… You don't want my gifts… the offer still stands...]
Now watching the sister fleeing, Akios didn't mind as he was the one who ordered it, but more importantly, he knew she wasn't running out of fear, even after spending such a short time with the sister, he knew running away wasn't in her natural…no… so what else could get her to so readily agree to flee… Duty was the only word that came to Akios' mind, but what of duty… what was his duty?
Thinking that upon himself, Akios took on a dark thought, as he turned to run! And run… oh! how he ran to outpace the sister, as if chasing something… the great uncleaned one simply laughed as the mouth to his stomach released its gas!
Like a torrent of rushing winds, the gas spread through the dark halls, absorbing anything and everything, turning metal to rust, turning mold spores to living roots, turning his own followers to mutants beyond their design! Filling the air with razors and moans, in roars and agony! As loyal servitors burst out of their chains, to cough out plaques of bile, to join his forces in entropy!
While the candle lights fell, and the electric bulbs burst in their age, Akios and his mind bobble, where the only light in the dark tunnels, protecting himself and the sister, but even so… he could not keep it up forever! So, as they ran through those dark tunnels, his mind began to wane, the shield shrinking little by little, while monsters burst out of the walls, and the sound of wings beating was at their backs, as a bell sang a tune to their graves!
Molly shot those who came before her, but never once stopped her feet, as she knew the second she even felt tired, the man before her, as if possessed, would leave her alone in the dark! Like a machine built to kill, the angel before her ran through doors as if there were none, ran through the flesh of men as if popping child balloons! Blood and gore sparked his force shield, while their limbs and organs slid off its edges to paint Molly in its effects…
Watching his prey run, the uncleaned one's eyes and vision tuned white, as the very dark pits hidden within the very core of his second stomach lit up into a vortex! With its green light, the uncleaned froze! But its mouth opened wide! As a hand crawled out from within the portal! Then, like grabbing the edges of a curtain, another hand came from within and together forced the mouth to widen further beyond what it was meant to!
Then, with an audio cracking sounds of bones breaking out from within the portal and past the mysterious hands that held the gate open, came out the blessed children of Nurgle, the apostles of Contagion!
First came out a unit of guards in pale, sickly yellowish armour, marching in line with their pox spreaders! Then, when the line was formed, out came a man who symbolized the very meaning of contagion… with a big metal hand and a crown of a broken sun, with armor just as decayed, with flies and a bald head, what was once a man, but now a lord of chaos! Thelugh Poxmaw! Takes his first breath as the gas around spreads through each of his exhales!
Meanwhile, in the depths of the Tyranid stronghold days back:
As the custodian looked up from the light of the gurbs, at the throne where the general of the Tyranids waited… seeing this opportunity, the custodian took up his veiled blade! It's cold light, its dark energy glowed like a phantasm!
The feeling it brought alerted the great tyrant from its pondering, with a quick head turn, coupled with a pysker blast at a hidden pillar, the ground shook, while its servants begged in question! But ignoring their pitiful cries, the tyrant never released his gaze at the dirt clouds…
As he could still feel that coldness, then within the cloud he saw it! The dark purplish black glow that screamed to him at a cellular level… then, as a blue spark bobble faded, to the glow of a golden man, that vile sword reached for his throat, so fast and meticulous! The tyrant, an unknown chill, runs through his body!
[No, that's not quite right, I…I felt it before…] thought the tyrant as he threw up a green pysker barrier just in time!
Feeling the barrier against his sword, the custodian pressed his weapon further, its glowing arc sparking in and out against the tyrant barrier. The tyrant, however, didn't attack right away, as he was intrigued by this intruder… The tyrant then placed his face closer to the sword, in which pressed against his shield, then with a low growl, he stared into this golden man…
Studying him in the way of pysker energy, the tyrant felt something amiss, something strange… but didn't quite know what it was… so to better understand this "feeling," the tyrant charged a pushing blast! Figuring that this golden man will show him more…
Seeing the tentacle on this bug, which began to glow and hum in a fluttering position that he was familiar with, the custodian lowered his sword! Knowing it wouldn't stop, the attack to come, so instead he turned back to his armor shield generator! As the blue shield shone to life, the tyrant released his green energy!
Colliding as one, in a whirlpool of energy, the opposing force sent out a call into the martium, a call heard by more than just a few…
In the distance as he ran, Akios felt it… in his chair like throne, Gabriel felt it… while on their altars, the devils of chaos sneered! So much so, that a particular devil spread out his red wings! While a hidden pysker lay hidden in her hole, trying to hold back the madness that ate at her mind, in a soft-walled off room… they're in a jacket for the craze, while grinding her teeth, the guards and doctors have long since fled, leaving her and all in their care alone in the dimming lights…
Then, as her mind flashed in and out of reality, staring out the door window… while blood and screams of her fellow inmates covered the empty halls and floors… then, under the flashing light, between the nots in her long hair that covered her face, she saw it… a purple devil! Beautiful as she was, terrifying, the devil scratched at the door!
As the convergence ended, the resulting blast separated the custodian from the tyrant, but staring at each other as the ceiling began to fall, while the bug wordshippers ran towards the custodian without a plan or weapons, but filled with nothing but crazed fanaticism, they threw their bodies at the custodian!
But while all this was happening, inside his golden helmet, the man was calm, the numbers didn't matter, the Tyrant's strength didn't matter… all that mattered in this moment was the man's royal swordsmanship! And like a blur, the man moved! He didn't even need to slash to kill the acoyte hybrids; the aftereffects of his movement alone were enough to end their lives!
Annoyed at this human… and wanted nothing more but to erase it from existence, even if he knew doing so would be a huge waste… As he knew this specimen would be a great gift to his queen, but more than that, he just wanted this "feeling" to end!
To meet that end, the tyrant sent out the attack order to his unit of Tyranicus scutatus, while secretly sending orders to his lictors in hiding!
Seeing the wall of flesh armor blocking his way, while they simultaneously cut through their own men, flattening them beneath their giant feet, while others who had scythe-type appendages slashed out in a straight line, the custodain didn't feel fear… just more annoyances, and as those large creatures came down to him, their scythes were too big and slow, while those with fists were equally as bad. Dodging and climbing over, as the ground beneath broke under force, the veiled sword slipped in between the gaps! Drawing veiny neck blood and flesh!
While climbing over their backs and leaning back to further dodge giant scythe attacks, then with a back spin, the custodian blocked an attack that seemed to come from nowhere! As he felt the hard bone against his sword, the view before him changed from empty space to that of a lictor's scythe!
While he clashed with the lictor, and knowing more were approaching, he felt the winds change, as if they were being drawn somewhere… with that notion in his mind, he briefly looked behind the lictor, to see the tyrant preparing his "middle finger".