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Bolter Fire.
It echoed through his mind in the quiet hours, disrupting concentration and contemplation. He knew that there were no weapons to birth that cacophony, but he had grown more used to the sound than the silence. Betrayals upon the blasted world of Istvaan IV, the breach in the very walls of Terra, and the millenia since- only the worms gnawing at his flesh were a more constant companion.
His armoured knees rested beneath him, the fug of smouldering mold rising from the brazier set before him, the verdigris-coated bowl held together more by sheer stubbornness than any sensible act of physics. The toxic fumes rose through his hole-riddled helmet, searing his parchment-thin skin as it wafted through the ruin of his nose, scarring what few functioning olfactory nerves still clung to life within his twisted skull.
He exhaled smoke, hallucinogenic fumes slipping past his twisted, yellowed fangs as they filtered through the thick helmet that obscured the horrorshow of his visage from the world at large. His hearts beat- once, asynchronous. Lightning danced across his grey matter, pulsating within his malformed skull.
Where was he?
This was a question he was unsure he could answer. Myopic eyes slid open, simplistic life-forms wriggling within the vitreous fluids as he gazed out at the void beyond. And it was a void- a blank emptiness, a tooth-ache throbbing within his corneas as he attempted to process the nothingness he was within- there was no burning brazier before him, no cold steel to buoy him as he pondered the eternity of entropy awaiting him.
He remembered- Millennia of War. A world that was not His Own, battles across strange realities-
One more day within the swirling morass of Chaos.
He could not simply stop. The world ground on, a constant cavalcade of madness and death- and he was not the sort to lie down and accept being ground down to grist within the mill-wheels of mortality. He breathed in, now- sucking down those toxic fumes into his hole-riddled lungs, strength starting to course into his limbs.
How long had he been idle?
The thought was nearly unbearable- his armour-clad fingers twitched into claws, hateful at the very idea. He had been dragged from his War, and now-
He could see a new world opening up before him. Luscious canopies growing overhead, trunks as thick as a titan's legs reaching skywards as brachiating beasts capered from tree to tree. His joints protested, cracking and gurgling as he slowly rose, pestilential bulk taking a staggering step towards the portal opened before him.
And now?
He felt earth beneath his boots, for what felt like the first time in an age, the distant feeling of his bulk sinking into soft soil. For the briefest of moments, he simply stood there, reveling in simple existence, the wind caressing his armoured form as his eyes remained closed, basking in the simplest of sensations.
Finally, he started to stalk forwards, pauldrons hunched, shoulders squared as his gaze cast itself around this new world, verdant and lush. It was a predator's gait, a carnivore's grin beneath his helm, and a hungry gleam in his eye.
Now, he would Worship.
His hand reached out, withered husks of fingers shrouded in rusting adamantium and decaying ceramite drifting through veils of luscious vines. Each point of contact was corrosive- the simplistic life beneath his touch revolting as it attempted to comprehend the sheer breadth and depth of the contagion it had been exposed to. Unnatural sicknesses that had no place within a living semi-human being eagerly made the pilgrimage between organisms, a conquering army disembarking into this brave new world.
Every step was one shrouded in sickness. Small plants withered and died in his wake, shriveling in on themselves as new, fungal blooms erupted across their decaying forms, leaving a contrail of contagion behind the undying hulk.
Bloodless lips twitched back beneath his helmet, malformed teeth claggy with carrion making a mockery of a smile.
It was good to be back.
It echoed through his mind in the quiet hours, disrupting concentration and contemplation. He knew that there were no weapons to birth that cacophony, but he had grown more used to the sound than the silence. Betrayals upon the blasted world of Istvaan IV, the breach in the very walls of Terra, and the millenia since- only the worms gnawing at his flesh were a more constant companion.
His armoured knees rested beneath him, the fug of smouldering mold rising from the brazier set before him, the verdigris-coated bowl held together more by sheer stubbornness than any sensible act of physics. The toxic fumes rose through his hole-riddled helmet, searing his parchment-thin skin as it wafted through the ruin of his nose, scarring what few functioning olfactory nerves still clung to life within his twisted skull.
He exhaled smoke, hallucinogenic fumes slipping past his twisted, yellowed fangs as they filtered through the thick helmet that obscured the horrorshow of his visage from the world at large. His hearts beat- once, asynchronous. Lightning danced across his grey matter, pulsating within his malformed skull.
Where was he?
This was a question he was unsure he could answer. Myopic eyes slid open, simplistic life-forms wriggling within the vitreous fluids as he gazed out at the void beyond. And it was a void- a blank emptiness, a tooth-ache throbbing within his corneas as he attempted to process the nothingness he was within- there was no burning brazier before him, no cold steel to buoy him as he pondered the eternity of entropy awaiting him.
He remembered- Millennia of War. A world that was not His Own, battles across strange realities-
One more day within the swirling morass of Chaos.
He could not simply stop. The world ground on, a constant cavalcade of madness and death- and he was not the sort to lie down and accept being ground down to grist within the mill-wheels of mortality. He breathed in, now- sucking down those toxic fumes into his hole-riddled lungs, strength starting to course into his limbs.
How long had he been idle?
The thought was nearly unbearable- his armour-clad fingers twitched into claws, hateful at the very idea. He had been dragged from his War, and now-
He could see a new world opening up before him. Luscious canopies growing overhead, trunks as thick as a titan's legs reaching skywards as brachiating beasts capered from tree to tree. His joints protested, cracking and gurgling as he slowly rose, pestilential bulk taking a staggering step towards the portal opened before him.
And now?
He felt earth beneath his boots, for what felt like the first time in an age, the distant feeling of his bulk sinking into soft soil. For the briefest of moments, he simply stood there, reveling in simple existence, the wind caressing his armoured form as his eyes remained closed, basking in the simplest of sensations.
Finally, he started to stalk forwards, pauldrons hunched, shoulders squared as his gaze cast itself around this new world, verdant and lush. It was a predator's gait, a carnivore's grin beneath his helm, and a hungry gleam in his eye.
Now, he would Worship.
His hand reached out, withered husks of fingers shrouded in rusting adamantium and decaying ceramite drifting through veils of luscious vines. Each point of contact was corrosive- the simplistic life beneath his touch revolting as it attempted to comprehend the sheer breadth and depth of the contagion it had been exposed to. Unnatural sicknesses that had no place within a living semi-human being eagerly made the pilgrimage between organisms, a conquering army disembarking into this brave new world.
Every step was one shrouded in sickness. Small plants withered and died in his wake, shriveling in on themselves as new, fungal blooms erupted across their decaying forms, leaving a contrail of contagion behind the undying hulk.
Bloodless lips twitched back beneath his helmet, malformed teeth claggy with carrion making a mockery of a smile.
It was good to be back.