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On the Mechanicum planet of Decessus III, a squad of Night Lords holds sway over the Hive City of Decessus Prime. Most of the hivers have turned to Chaos. All those that have not, have either been killed or tortured. The first man to die had been known as Heribus Kator. He had been the lead worker on the Phantasm Project; a hololith device that could generate images of entire armies on the march. The idea was to fool the enemy into taking up positions to take on a false army, while the real army attacked from the rear or side, taking the enemy from behind.
Kator had been at home with his wife and child when the eight foot tall traitor warriors kicked through his door and demanded the information on the Phantasm Project. He refused. The commanding traitor, Draxion, lightning crackling over his armour and red bat wings rising from his skull faced helm, told Kator that if he didn’t tell them, he would die. Still Kator refused. Draxion killed him by punching his mailed fist into Kator’s chest and ripping out his heart, holding it aloft for all to see. Kator’s child, a boy of seven years screamed, and tried to run, but his path was blocked, by one of the huge workers who now bore the bloody symbol of the Night Lords freshly carved onto his muscled chest. The worker picked the boy up and Draxion ordered him to be taken away.
Some weeks later, Sorital, sorcerer of the Night Lords and Draxion’s second in command, came to visit the boy. He had been beaten and tortured into a constant fury. Fresh, bloody scabs lacing his torso and arms, and the image of eyes and fangs glowing in the dark had been branded onto both his palms. The boy spat insults at the sorcerer from behind the bars of his cage, but Sorital ignored him.
“He’s like a wild beast,” one of the workers informed Sorital. “We can’t get anywhere near him.” He indicated one of the other workers who had a bloody eye, and whose arms and face were covered in scratches. Sorital turned to the boy, contemplating his anger and hatred. Without warning, the sorcerer threw out his arm, and struck the boy with several arcs of lightning from his finger tips. The boy was hurled back against the walls of his cage and sank to the floor unconscious, his body smoking.
“Try now,” Sorital said to the workers. They nodded and opened the cage, stepping inside. They went to lift the boy to his feet, but as soon as their fingers touched his smoking skin, the boy leapt forwards, and bolted out of the cage, running as fast as he could through the narrow passages of the Under-city. The workers tried to chase him, but Sorital stopped them. “Leave him,” he said, “A boy will not damage our plans.” He could not have been more wrong.* * *The Raven Guard scouts took up position in the shadows of one of the massive mechanicum engines. The Sergeant, Kayvaan Shrike pressed a finger to his vox earpiece. “Talon Squad in position. Targets marked, and route plotted. Standing by for confirmation of Star Hawks assault.”
“Copy that,” came the crackling reply of the Raven Guard commander, “stand by for confirmation.”
Far above, Sergeant Shrike could hear the dull booms of drop-pods smashing into the buildings of the upper city. Seconds later the Raven Guard Captain came through on the vox again. “Star Hawks assault successful. Prosecute, assault pattern alpha.” Shrike nodded and made harsh chopping movements with his hand, directing is squad. The scout with the sniper rifle fired, and a worker dropped to the ground. Two more followed, then the Raven Guard assault marines smashed into the treacherous workers, hacking them to the floor, before retreating to the shadows. Sergeant Shrike gave the order for his squad to advance through the city.
The boy heard the sounds of battle. The workers he had been killing from the shadows for the past few weeks ran off towards the sounds of conflict. He seized the opportunity to make his way upwards, to where he knew the Night Lords had set up their command post. During his weeks of hiding, he had discovered something; the lightning from Sorital had left a burn scar on his chest, and lighting scars across his torso, but it had affected him in a deeper way too. During times of relative calm, he was fine, but when he became angry, as he did before he was about to strike out from the darkness, a thick grey smoke began to seep from the scars on his hands, his eyes, and his mouth. He had gleamed a little control of the smoke, in the sense that he used it to his advantage. When any of the workers came near, he would fill the passage way with his smoke. When the workers where in the thick of it, he would leap out at them, cutting their throat with a pair of curved knives, before darting back into the shadows.
Now he made his way upwards, the sounds of battle constantly behind him and getting louder in front of him. It took him several hours to reach the highest part of the city, moving through the shadows most of the time, and being shielded by his smoke the rest of the time. When he reached the top of the city, he found Sorital, bareheaded and defiant, using his foul magics to blast apart the Space Marines of the Star Hawks chapter. The boy took a length of rusted barbed wire that was attached to the walls of the city, and crept up behind the sorcerer. Smoke rose in lazy coils from the palm of his hands, as he leapt up onto Sorital’s back, wrapping the barbed wire around his throat. Sorital was so shocked by the sudden attack, that he went almost completely limp. The boy leant close to his ear and whispered to him, “Your Angel of Death awaits.” With the strength of fury, he gave the traitor marine and almighty shove, pushing him over the side of the high wall. “Wait!” called a voice, but it was too late. The barded wire went taught, and the metal staples that held it to the wall held it firm. Sorital’s corpse banged lightly against the walls of the upper city. Sergeant Shrike approached the boy. “What’s you name, young one?” he asked him. The boy looked up at him, fire dancing in his eyes, and smoke rising from the fanged face on his palms.
“I have no name,” he replied. “I am the True Phantasm.”
dude! This is awesome! I wasnt sure if i wanted to read through it all but i did and it was worth it. Rep for you
I don't suffer from insanity! I enjoy it!
I might just second that. Great concept (even though it makes me sad to read about Night Lords dying).
Is this a character for an army, or just a story you wanted to get out?
Its actually a bit of fluff I'm writing for a friend. I'm in the process of slowly bulking out the background of his DIY Chapter