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The voices in the former Dark Apostle Sirvos’ head reached a tumultuous volume and he let out a cry as he felt mutation begin to take hold. His skin cracked and tore as his muscles bulged through the fleshy layer with reckless abandon. His bones lengthened, forming new, inhuman shapes, sending waves of agony throughout Sirvos’ body. His jaw bones expanded, creating a wider mouth that began to fill with razor sharp teeth while seven more eyes appeared on his cheeks and forehead. He grew to immense height while multi-colored wings simultaneously burst from his back, and with that, the mutation was done. As the pain began to fade, Sirvos pushed himself to his feet and gave a mighty roar that could be heard from miles away. It was at this moment that Sirvos felt himself yanked from his body, and he realized all too late the price of the gifts Slaanesh had placed upon him.
Iiaechier, the greater daemon of Slaanesh that had been imprisoned within Carcerus’ Imperator Titan for the past century, laughed cruelly as its essence replaced Sirvos’ soul. The Keeper of Secrets knew that its time on the mortal plane was limited, and as it roared it vowed to end Carcerus’ life for imprisoning him within the confines of the titan. It began to run, continuing the path that Sirvos had begun, ripping trees from their roots and throwing them aside as he ran towards the Word Bearers command post. The Dusk Phantom scouts hurried after him stealthily, relaying the daemon’s position to Chapter Master Felmoor as they chased after it.
Five minutes later the forest parted and the Keeper of Secrets came upon the Word Bearers encampment. It gave a great roar and stomped its foot down upon a Word Bearer who was bringing its bolter to bear on the giant beast. His squad mates opened fire, but the bolt rounds passed harmlessly through Iiaechier’s skin. He laughed cruelly as he lashed out with a giant sword, severing three Word Bearers in half. He moved to finish off the rest of the squad, but a voice rang out and Iiaechier licked is lips with its serpent-like tongue in anticipation.
“Daemon!” Carcerus cried out in anger. “Leave them alone! It is me you have come to face!”
The daemon turned to Carcerus and laughed once more.
“Very well, human. Once I end your life I will return to the warp and feast upon your soul. It is something I have looked forward to for the past century!”
“Laugh all you want, daemon,” Carcerus answered as he twirled his accursed crozius. “Your coming has been foretold to me and it is you who will meet your end today.”
From the forest the Dusk Phantoms watched as Carcerus leapt towards Iiaechier.
“Just an animal, huh?” Colot asked Algus as he trained his sniper rifle upon the daemon.
Words of retaliation formed upon Algus’ mouth, but Sergeant Pylos ordered them to deploy the teleport homer as Desmond’s frantic orders passed through the vox channel.
Carcerus ducked under the swing of Iiaechier’s sword and struck at the daemon’s thigh, but his weapon did little more than prick the daemon’s thick hide. He blocked the swipe of one of the many clawed arms that sprouted from Iiaechier’s back with his daemon weapon and fired his bolt pistol upwards into the greater daemon’s face. Iiaechier roared in anger and pain and it kicked out at Carcerus, throwing him hard into a ferrocrete wall.
Iiaechier loomed over Carcerus and drew his sword back to strike, but Desmond appeared behind him in a blinding flash of light, causing the Greater Daemon to turn at this new threat.
“Ah, Desmond,” it purred. “How wonderful to see you again.”
“Silence, daemon!” Desmond shouted. “Step away from my brother!”
“Ah, your ward has come,” Iiaechier said to Carcerus without turning to face him. “You must be so proud of him, throwing off the mantle of oppression that is the Imperium.”
Desmond drew his power sword and brandished it in both hands as he prepared to face the greater daemon.
“What a pity,” the daemon said to Desmond. “You could have been so great, Desmond. Instead you chose to side with this Word Bearer scum, a relic of the old wars, rotten, ancient and worthless. Carcerus is but a useless fossil that must be forgotten. You on the other hand, you were the future, and you could have achieved much in your time. Instead you cast it away. Now, you must face the consequences. Now, I will show you your greatest nightmare!”
Desmond and Carcerus charged as one, both of them attacking the greater daemon in a desperate attempt to kill it before it could kill them. To the normal eye they were nothing but blurs, moving towards a large creature that radiated power and sexuality. Yet even at their speed, they greater daemon was twice as fast as them.
It buffeted Carcerus away with ease, as he had been hurt badly when Iiaechier had thrown him against the wall, but Desmond sliced his power sword through the daemon’s other claw, causing it to howl in pain as it looked down at its severed limb. He punched Desmond with his free, non-clawed hand, knocking the Dusk Phantoms master down.
Seeing his ally and brother on the ground caused Carcerus to bellow as he leapt from atop an abandoned Rhino onto the daemon’s back. He grabbed hold of one of Iiaechier ‘s tentacle-like hairs with his left hand, forcing the daemon to lean its head backwards as the weight of his armor pulled heavily on its head. Iiaechier shook viciously in an attempt to throw Carcerus off, forcing him to drop his weapon as he held onto the daemon’s hair with all his might, but he was not to be deterred.
Desmond hacked into the monster’s right leg, forcing it to turn its attention towards him as he raised his sword once more. As Iiaechier whipped its head sideways it threw its hair to the left and Carcerus used this momentum to swing himself around to the front of the daemon. Its remaining claw hand struck towards the Dark Apostle, but Carcerus moved quickly, dodging the claw and causing it to dig deeply into the daemon’s skin. With an elated cry Carcerus launched himself up from the daemon’s chin up and buried his serrated combat knife into the creature’s left eye. He drew his bolt pistol from its holster at his waist and fired a dozen rounds into the daemon’s other eye at point blank range.
Carcerus let go of his combat knife and drew another as he fell, stabbing it into the daemon’s skin to slow his descent and ripping its hide open from the chest down to its groin. Iiaechier wailed as it tumbled backwards, crushing an armored vehicle beneath its weight as Carcerus scrambled over its chest once more and ripped its still beating heart from his chest with his hands. As the heart stopped beating Carcerus felt the daemon’s presence leave the mortal plane, and he swore that by the end of his campaign he would bind the daemon once more within the confines of the Imperator Titan.
Dropping the lifeless heart, he made his way over to Desmond and offered him his hand as he helped the Dusk Phantom to his feet.
“Brother to brother?” Desmond asked with a laugh of relief.
“Yours in life and death,” Carcerus answered, finishing their pledge as he embraced his old friend once more. “It’s good to see you again, my friend.”
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Wow plot twist.
Never saw that coming keep up the good work.
Definitely awesome, keep it up! ;Y
EDIT: Some real feedback. I like how both Carcerus and Desmond have changed over the course of the story, and how Carcerus isn't just your typical 'evil Chaplain' that many CSM types are shown to be. Keep it up.
I'll have more of my stuff up soon... just gotta get past classes and homework, etc.
I know all too well what you mean about classes and homework...exam season is coming up soon
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Yeah, tell me about it. Exams are coming up, my indoor Track season is just around the corner. Time is just not on my side.
Great work though. The only trick for me is going to be keeping track of which character is doing what, but I think several interesting, powerful characters is important for good 40k fluff. Keep up the good work.
I am heading off to the Peace Corps. It is bery likely I will not be back. Good luck to all of you endeavors.
Your story has been going on for a very long time now and I'm really impressed. My work ethic is nothing like as good as this
The story has been good so far and you've definitely managed to keep it going, so I encourage you to keep it up. You can finish this.
I've finally refreshed myself on the other 22 chapters, and it is indeed an interesting change of pace (Word Bearers fighting Daemons rather than using them). Personally I just like the fights, and look forward to seeing what Larson can do with command of the Chaos Guard.
Lyran you've outdone yourself once more. I know I haven't participated in the boards as much as before. But I plan on changing that. I'm writing once more and I've a batch of new chapters to add. As soon as I locate my old thread I plan on bouncing it up - and linking your new stories to the ones I posted up on the first page.
Edit: Haha guess I didn't have to look hard since I had forgotten it was on my signature. But I love this bit - I really do. The Brotherhood both Desmond and Carcerus show I think is worthy of Primarch Love (I've finished reading most of the Horus Heresy series).
Last edited by Adahn; January 3rd, 2008 at 16:59.
Hey, I recently refreshed myself with the story, and in one of the parts (can't remember at this ungodly hour) the Titan was said to be possessed with a Bloodthirster, not a Keeper of Secrets. Otherwise, great stuff as usual, I'll be on part 25 shortly.
And I'll try to get the two mini-stories and two major-stories from my arc up soon.
Eep, if that happened Lyran has some editing to do. But no worries - like I said in our community, some of this stuff isn't 100% definite, we're always comming up with new things and at the same time trying to be constant and unchanging in our narrative. Usually one or the other would come up with an idea, and one would say 'You know that works better' and such.