There was blackness. Bits of light passed by at an unimaginable speed. Arcinax had a weightless sensation about him, vision hazy and clouded over. He could make out the figure's silhouette briefly. It looked like the one he had encountered just beforehand, yet.. there was more. Horns adorned its skull, long, vertical and black. Like a bleak mirage it blended in with the background. What was it? Was it even the same creature? It looked as if its skin was made out of a dark crystal, a deep luster to it. Though Arcinax's body felt light as a feather, a sense of fatigue wracked through him. It was hard to hold his head up. More horns came into view on various spots of the creature's body just as the space marine's head hung forward like an infant's.
"What is it?", repeated in Arcinax's head, faint as a whisper. The question encompassed, hard to ignore. Everything felt heavy. His short term memory was left in bits and pieces. Only a fraction of his and Serono's conflict could be recalled. It all happened so fast, too fast for him to register most of it. Never before had he been so hopelessly overwhelmed, as if powerless. Such a feeling left a pit of bitterness and anger in his stomach. The question repeated again, "What is it?", but more loudly this time. The hassle encouraged Arcinax to raise his head once more to get a good look at this creature.
What Arcinax saw struck a cord of stillness in the space marine's heart. The entirety of the creature was black, with horns and claws a many. A long tail trailed behind it, scaled like a Tyranid's. In actuality it was much larger than previously seen, at least fifteen feet tall. Suddenly there was no semblance of humanity about it. Even as the creature slowly turned its head to meet Arcinax's gaze there was nothing natural to see. Its eyes were white. Pure white. Not milky, but like snow. How it petrified him with simply a glance. Fatigue overwhelmed the space marine once more as his head hung forward and his mind hazed over. Arcinax's eyes closed in a slow manner.
"It must be.." His lips barely moved as unconsciousness overtook him.
"A demon."
Hellfire scorched the land everywhere. Roared it did, spread like a plague among the battlefield. The taint of Chaos could be felt. It lingered in the back of every space marine's mind where it constantly attempted to pull the weak of faith from their virtues. Horus was a traitor. Blood ran thick along the edge of Arcinax's blade, collected into a small pool on the ground beneath. Entire chapters were at war with one another. Brothers turned on brothers. Sworn loyalties to their own gods, the factions fought with a sense of duty. An ocean of bloodshed had collected quickly. All Arcinax could do was fight and lead his brothers in arms.
They stood along the Great Wolf, poised and ready to be commanded. At the upper fringe of the hill the demon army surfaced, great in number and strength. Black smoke and hellfire was left in the wake of the tormented. Their cries were bloodcurdling, the demons among them. Swords of fire and skin red- they were not of this plane. Though fewer in number, Arcinax stood proud and vigilant among his attachment of loyal Space Wolves. There would be no retreat. Each and every one of them would fight until their dying breath in service to the chapter, in service to Him. Closer the demon hoard marched as remains of their army trickled over the crest of the hill.
The time was now.
With his great sword raised high in the air Arcinax roared, "Brothers! I stand before you as a proud bearer of the name Grimnar! Faith shall not falter- as it is your shield to steel you against our many enemy!" A large pelt hung from Arcinax's shoulders, a trademark icon of the bloodline's lineage. "Today we fight! Even if it means death! For glory! For The Pack! For the Emperor!" Lines shifted as Arcinax led the charge toward the traitorous hoard. Into the heart of it they ran, the storm of war. No man quivered while Arcinax stood among them. Battle was always hungered for. Those on the frontline possessed the strongest of honor. Just before the lines clashed Arcinax brought his great sword crashing down with a thunderous shout.
"I am the Emperor's will!"
Arcinax's eyes slowly opened up to see cobbled stone. No longer was he in space, or between space as it had seemed. Voices chimed around him in varied pitches. Hands braced against the ground as the space marine forced himself up to a seated position. Eyes lifted to see a statue which stood in front of him. Two angelic beings were poised, almost golden in appearance. Halos adorned them with wings alike. The voices in the background grew louder, more likely due to Arcinax's return to his senses rather than the raise of decibels. Before him was an armored woman, yet slightly scantily dressed with a helmet akin to a Valkyrie on her head.
"Where am I?", Arcinax asked in a fatigued manner. "What am I doing here?" The space marine's gaze met the woman's, whom was a guard in the capital settlement he had arrived. She looked at him puzzled, as if she was just as confused. A look of vigilance also accompanied the woman who then addressed the space marine.
"Who are you?", she asked in a demanding tone. A tinge of uneasiness was in the air due to Arcinax's sudden appearance. With the state of the realm's being it could be expected. "Where do your allegiances lie?"
Strength found the space marine's legs as he picked up his power sword and forced himself to a fully upright position. "My name is Arcinax Grimnar", the space marine declared, "and I serve the Imperium, and the Emperor." While on his feet Arcinax towered over the woman, blood slightly trickled from a corner of his lips. "I ask again. Where am I, and how did I get here?"
Though confused by Arcinax's response, the woman answered in kind, "I do not know how you got here, but you are in the Guardian capital." Beyond her stood a great castle with many floors, tall and strong like a fortress. As more people gathered around the space marine he was given his first true answer. The female gestured toward the structure and then to everything around them.
"This.. is Sanctum."
"What is it?", repeated in Arcinax's head, faint as a whisper. The question encompassed, hard to ignore. Everything felt heavy. His short term memory was left in bits and pieces. Only a fraction of his and Serono's conflict could be recalled. It all happened so fast, too fast for him to register most of it. Never before had he been so hopelessly overwhelmed, as if powerless. Such a feeling left a pit of bitterness and anger in his stomach. The question repeated again, "What is it?", but more loudly this time. The hassle encouraged Arcinax to raise his head once more to get a good look at this creature.
What Arcinax saw struck a cord of stillness in the space marine's heart. The entirety of the creature was black, with horns and claws a many. A long tail trailed behind it, scaled like a Tyranid's. In actuality it was much larger than previously seen, at least fifteen feet tall. Suddenly there was no semblance of humanity about it. Even as the creature slowly turned its head to meet Arcinax's gaze there was nothing natural to see. Its eyes were white. Pure white. Not milky, but like snow. How it petrified him with simply a glance. Fatigue overwhelmed the space marine once more as his head hung forward and his mind hazed over. Arcinax's eyes closed in a slow manner.
"It must be.." His lips barely moved as unconsciousness overtook him.
"A demon."
---
Hellfire scorched the land everywhere. Roared it did, spread like a plague among the battlefield. The taint of Chaos could be felt. It lingered in the back of every space marine's mind where it constantly attempted to pull the weak of faith from their virtues. Horus was a traitor. Blood ran thick along the edge of Arcinax's blade, collected into a small pool on the ground beneath. Entire chapters were at war with one another. Brothers turned on brothers. Sworn loyalties to their own gods, the factions fought with a sense of duty. An ocean of bloodshed had collected quickly. All Arcinax could do was fight and lead his brothers in arms.
They stood along the Great Wolf, poised and ready to be commanded. At the upper fringe of the hill the demon army surfaced, great in number and strength. Black smoke and hellfire was left in the wake of the tormented. Their cries were bloodcurdling, the demons among them. Swords of fire and skin red- they were not of this plane. Though fewer in number, Arcinax stood proud and vigilant among his attachment of loyal Space Wolves. There would be no retreat. Each and every one of them would fight until their dying breath in service to the chapter, in service to Him. Closer the demon hoard marched as remains of their army trickled over the crest of the hill.
The time was now.
With his great sword raised high in the air Arcinax roared, "Brothers! I stand before you as a proud bearer of the name Grimnar! Faith shall not falter- as it is your shield to steel you against our many enemy!" A large pelt hung from Arcinax's shoulders, a trademark icon of the bloodline's lineage. "Today we fight! Even if it means death! For glory! For The Pack! For the Emperor!" Lines shifted as Arcinax led the charge toward the traitorous hoard. Into the heart of it they ran, the storm of war. No man quivered while Arcinax stood among them. Battle was always hungered for. Those on the frontline possessed the strongest of honor. Just before the lines clashed Arcinax brought his great sword crashing down with a thunderous shout.
"I am the Emperor's will!"
'Victory is nothing more than survival.
It carries no weight of honour or worth beyond what we ascribe to it.
If you wish to grow wise, learn why brothers betray brothers.'
It carries no weight of honour or worth beyond what we ascribe to it.
If you wish to grow wise, learn why brothers betray brothers.'
---
Arcinax's eyes slowly opened up to see cobbled stone. No longer was he in space, or between space as it had seemed. Voices chimed around him in varied pitches. Hands braced against the ground as the space marine forced himself up to a seated position. Eyes lifted to see a statue which stood in front of him. Two angelic beings were poised, almost golden in appearance. Halos adorned them with wings alike. The voices in the background grew louder, more likely due to Arcinax's return to his senses rather than the raise of decibels. Before him was an armored woman, yet slightly scantily dressed with a helmet akin to a Valkyrie on her head.
"Where am I?", Arcinax asked in a fatigued manner. "What am I doing here?" The space marine's gaze met the woman's, whom was a guard in the capital settlement he had arrived. She looked at him puzzled, as if she was just as confused. A look of vigilance also accompanied the woman who then addressed the space marine.
"Who are you?", she asked in a demanding tone. A tinge of uneasiness was in the air due to Arcinax's sudden appearance. With the state of the realm's being it could be expected. "Where do your allegiances lie?"
Strength found the space marine's legs as he picked up his power sword and forced himself to a fully upright position. "My name is Arcinax Grimnar", the space marine declared, "and I serve the Imperium, and the Emperor." While on his feet Arcinax towered over the woman, blood slightly trickled from a corner of his lips. "I ask again. Where am I, and how did I get here?"
Though confused by Arcinax's response, the woman answered in kind, "I do not know how you got here, but you are in the Guardian capital." Beyond her stood a great castle with many floors, tall and strong like a fortress. As more people gathered around the space marine he was given his first true answer. The female gestured toward the structure and then to everything around them.
"This.. is Sanctum."
Forever?
Oh, my darling,
If only you could see what war has done to me.
Oh, my darling,
If only you could see what war has done to me.
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