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The Cultists fell in every direction slain by the Bolter rounds of their Space Marine foes, the heathens had been trying to summon a daemon, however since there wasnâ€™t one present it was highly probable they had failed.
Sergeant Catraz looked down in horror to see he was standing in the blood stained ritual circle at the time of the purge, he clutched his stomach in agony as he felt what must have been his body being rip apart from the insideâ€¦ then nothing else.
Four days later Catraz awoke without his armour, just a torn shoulder pad. He looked around only to see that the temple he and his brothers had been fighting in had been reduced to rubble by some powerful force.
Why had he been spared? What happened to his armour? He looked around feeling strangely pleased with himself. He spent the remained of the day looking through the ruins, he found huge foot prints in the area around the temple.
An elderly woman appeared as if from nowhere and addressed him directly without a hint of fear â€œare you the guardian now?â€? Catraz responded like any loyal follower of the Emperor should â€œMy Battle Brothers and I were sent to protect your people, I am the only one nowâ€?
Catraz had started to pile up his dead battle brothers, he needed their armour more than they did, he did after all have a Daemon to hunt. Possibly that was what made him the Guardian. But why did the Daemon destroy its own temple?
Itâ€™s not over yet, our legions remain vast, our enemies have dwindled in number generally as losses go this was minor. This war, this World, this Reality will one day be ours!
Afterall its not as if we're getting any older
its... fractured. i dont exactly understand what went on, but its good since it raises the question is catraz the deamon?
but thats my opinion, nice hook of a thread name.,..
Take my love, take my land, take me to where I cannot stand; I don't care I'm still free, you can't take the sky from me.
"The difference between gods and daemons largely depends upon where one is standing at the time."- Lorgar
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Your Project is it an army or a piece of fiction. Nice cliffhanger @ the end.
Lifes a PC game, learn to play it or loose.