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Basically, Inquisitor Braxen is hunting a Daemon controlling some Slaaneshi cult if you dont get the plot.
A Journey into Hell - Part 1
Inquisitor Braxen stood dwarfed beneath the vaulted arch gate. With a smooth, practiced motion he unswung his thrice blessed Daemonhammer Hellbane from behind his gleaming power armour.
He kneeled in silent prayer as his Stormtroopers took position behind him. Surely, their hearts and minds were strong enough to carry out this most dangerous task, for they were veterans of innumerable battles against the Daemon and the Heretic. They too, knelt before their hellguns in worship.
“Emperor, guide my strength and give me victory. I have not failed you, nor shall I ever. I am your servant against the Darkness. I am the Bane of Daemons. I am the Hammer of the Witch. I shall not falter!”
With divine fury, he rushed at the gate and struck it with Hellbane. It soon crashed to the ground in a heap of molten, pulverized scrap. Beyond him lay the Slaaneshi cult bare in all of its debauchery. Naked cultists lay in heaps, languorously rolling about on a carpet knit from human flesh. Cloying musks wreathed the floor with a warm embrace. Jewels of unimaginable beauty and intricacy hung from the vaulted roof ceiling while blood and other unspeakable unguents seeped from Chaos-spawned orifices in the very walls themselves. To a normal man, this sight would immediately drive him insane or turn him to the damned path of Chaos. Yet centuries of faith and campaigns of purging had made Inquisitor Braxen more than a mere man. Much more.
Torrents of disciplined lasfire tore into the naked bodies of cultists, punching fist sized holes where a heart or a lung should have been. The storm troopers rushed in and sought cover behind the storey high pillars. Caught by surprise and too engrossed in their worship of pleasure, the cultists were too slow to react. Scores more were slaughtered before the first shot was fired in return.
“This place is unclean! Purge it!”
Braxen swung Hellbane in graceful arcs, each swing connecting with a cultist in a sickening crunch of pulverized bone and charred flesh. As it had done for millennia, Hellbane would crush the unclean once more. He fired his boltgun into the body of another cultist, who had somehow managed the resolve to aim a laspistol at his head. The pistol spun onto the floor as the bolt exploded, showering Braxen in deep crimson. Three more armed with swords rushed at him, screaming curses and praises to Slaanesh in forbidden tongues. Braxen accepted the challenge and parried an opportunistic lunge. In reply, Braxen kicked one in the chest with extreme force and shattered ribs. He raised his arm to take another downward stroke, which battered harmlessly against the ceramite bastion of his armour. He swung Hellbane vertically downwards in contemptuous reply, the crackling energy of his weapon bursting first the heretic’s skull, ribs and then legs in a storm of blood. The third cultist faltered, and backed off in hasty retreat. Two bolt rounds fired in rapid succession tore his legs apart and he fell into the floor in a bloody heap. Braxen strode across to the heretic who scratched furiously at the living carpet of flesh below him in pain and pleasure.
He scowled in hatred as he crushed the heretic’s body whole under his ceramite tread.
“Push the advantage! Let none survive this day!”
The purgation force moved swiftly through the piles of heretic bodies, stopping occasionally to snap off lasbolts at lurking cultists. Triumph spread across his lips. Too easy. Was this really the lair of the Daemon Sensorius? The Grand Seducer of a Hundred Worlds? The Pleasuremaster of Targos Prime? It had to be. Braxen’s retinue had spent years tracking down this most elusive foe to the hive-world of Tempestus VI, and more than once Sensorious had slipped away from his watchful glare. He primed his locator and saw holo-schematics dancing in front of him. A glaring red skull representing a concentration of warp energy soon flickered into being.
“Through this corridor”, he called to the Stormtroopers, “Sensorius is waiting in this chamber. We approach Primary target through these access points and cut off his retreat. Destroy everything you encounter.”
The Stormtroopers took note and immediately split into four fire teams that would approach the destination from two separate corridors. One team would move forward while another would provide covering fire and then leapfrog position. They knew all too well the dangers of dark corridors and confined spaces, a lesson learned from Mordan Prime when foul heretics ambushed them inside the twisting steel innards of a manufactoria. Although they were divided and vulnerable like this, they would be able to surround the exits to Sensorius’ chamber and thus intercept any escapees. It was a risk Braxen was going to take, to purge utterly this damned place.
So it was with great caution that they progressed into the heart of the building, each step taking them past increasingly mutated walls, each seeming to twist and writhe in tortured agony.
Fire Team Alpha
An eldritch susurration filtered from behind, only barely perceptible to the unaugmented hearing of the Stormtroopers. The noise rose and faded away slowly as fast it had come.
“What was that? Did you hear that?” whispered one Stormtrooper.
The squad leader turned around and saw only the foreboding darkness and the twisting corridor.
“Michelus? Anteus? Who said that?”
The fire team paused and glanced nervously at each other’s faces, but there were only four when there was supposed to be five….
STORY TO BE CONTINUED..
Tell me if you like it.
Last edited by phr0z3n; October 15th, 2008 at 21:47.
I love it.
great ending with the stormtrooper disappearing. duhdudduhhnnn
Lets go massacre something
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Nice, I especially like the guys killing a cultist by driving the demonhammer down and all the way through him. Does anybody else feel that the majority of short stories posted here are better than the majority of black library novels?
That's great work for 30 minutes. Quite a good story, and you do have me somewhat intrigued with the disappearing people.
So now you have to tell us what's going on!
Next part will come in a few weeks... I have exams.
Well done btw. Especially loved the description of the Slaaneshi (spelled wrong I'm sure) orgy thing. The way you wrote it- it was almost like reading it out of a codex. a compliment, not a pladgerisim remark. You captured the GW style of writing brillaintly.
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Yeah, I love the GW style. Honestly, the stuff they put in the codexes beats any other literature hands down.
I liked it, good stuff. *rep*
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