Revenants of the Eighth

He stands over the broken form of one of the False Emperor’s most faithful; her once ivory-colored warplate cracked and tinted red with the blood of her foes as well as her own; various marks from bolt rounds and slashes from close-quarters weapons covered her armor like a mosaic. Her wings were unfledged, hanging low, and her once graceful weapon had been cast from her grip. The demigod looked down upon her, with emotionless red eye lenses, and clamped his own weapons to his thighs. With armored hands, the demigod in night blue grabbed hold off the saint by the hair upon her head and dragged her down towards a broken cathedral that had been destroyed when her ship had crashed down to the surface.

War tore the world around them apart. Warriors dressed in armor similar to the broken saint fired upon their foes with boltguns and flamers, desperately trying to fend them off. In the end however, creatures covered in a regalia of night blue power armor that constantly sparked with white lightning descended upon the stragglers with claws and swords, tearing them to pieces. A few of the remaining sisters saw the demigod dragging their leader towards the broken cathedral, and raised their weapons in his direction. They were quickly put down as bolt rounds appearing from nowhere landing in between their eyes, their heads disappearing in a burst of bone and gore. Finally, he makes it to the cathedral, and quickly found a broken column of stone; the image of an Aquila carved into its surface. Unclamping his sword - a beautiful paragon blade that had been forged during the Dark Age of Technology – the demigod threw the saint against the Aquila carved in stone and drove his weapon into her abdomen.

A cry of pain tore through the battlefield as the saint’s body was filled with agony. The demigod nodded at this, before he turned and began to search the area around the broken cathedral. It did not take long to find the corpse of a fallen brother, whose helmet had been caved in by a well-placed bolt round. The demigod knelt down and found chains hanging from his fallen brother’s pauldrons; and quickly detached them. He noticed bleached skulls hanging from the ends of the chains, and knew that they would only get in the way. The demigod proceeded to pound the chains against the stone of the cathedral, cracking the skulls open before the chains were clear of any bone.

Returning to the saint, who still clutched onto life, the demigod tied her arms to the wings of the stone Aquila with the chains of black iron he had taken, before withdrawing his paragon blade. The demigod then hoisted the column of stone upwards, so that all could bear witness to the defeated saint. The sisters dressed in ivory armor lowered their weapons at the sacrilegious sight, before the fell down to their knees and wept. The beasts in night blue, simply turned back to their prey and continued the hunt, though the demigod knew they were all smiling underneath their emotionless faceplates.

It was now, after she had been beaten and chained, that the saint did speak to the demigod; her eyes filled with enmity for him and his brothers, and misery for her sisters that were now mere lambs to the slaughter.

“Have you no shame, heretic; for betraying the Imperium, for betraying your Father the Emperor?” She demanded, even as her blood flooded out of her lips and down her chin.

The demigod looked upon the saint, and once again clamped his weapon to his thigh. “I hold no shame in my heart for what I have done, saint.” He growled through his helmet. “Know this however, as you lie here broken and defeated; the Emperor is not my father. I am no more his son as you are his daughter.”

With those words, the demigod brought up his hands to his helmet, and with a hiss removed it. Now, the demigod looked upon the saint not with red eye lenses and a winged helmet, but with his true face. His skin was chalk white; pale enough so that the veins underneath his skin were visible, while his eyes were pools of pure blackness, devoid of any pupils or irises. Once again, the demigod spoke.

“I am a son of the Night Haunter, of the Eighth Legion, of the Sunless World. I am a Night Lord, and we have come for you.”