This story is an unofficial story based, without permission, on the Warhammer/Warhammer 40,000 intellectual property owned by Games Workshop Ltd.
Grailin coughed the dust from his mouth as he stood. The room in which he'd fallen was what looked like a basement. He bent down to pick up his power axe. The floor that it laid across was tiled with brick slabs. The smell of burnt flesh lingered in the stale air. He looked up to see the hole that he'd crashed through. He watched the Necrons march over it, armed with their deadly gauss guns. The sound of marching also came from the closed doorway ahead of where he stood. He unholstered his bolt pistol, cocking it back for the intrusion he was about to receive.
"Holy Emperor, guide me this day. Let me harness the strength I need to carry on," he said aloud to himself.
The door blew open with a blast of what sounded like bolter fire. Holding out his bolt pistol he gently eased his finger over the trigger. Smoke filled up the room, blinding him momentarily. Once he began to see through the smoke to his surprise he was surrounded by seven Grey Knight Terminators, all of which had their wrist-mounted storm bolters pointing at his head.
"Drop the weapons, NOW," the lead one warned. His voice was spoken as if he were speaking through a mega phone, with it echoing throughout the room.
Still clenching his power axe, bolt pistol aimed forwards, he watched another figure enter.
"You will not be warned again, drop the gun and axe NOW. Or you will be killed."
With that Grailin released his hold of the power axe, letting it clang to the bricked floor. Then he slowly bent forwards to put the bolt pistol down. Looking up, he watched the eighth armoured man walk to the Grey Knight who'd warned him. This man was armoured almost identical to the Grey Knights, only his armour was gold, with a huge "I" symbol at his chest.
The Grey Knight slowly stepped forwards towards him. "Put your hands at the back of your head and drop to your knees, then slowly lay face down, Astartes." Grailin did as ordered.
The Inquisitor was Rigorian of the Ordo Malleus.
"Captain Javier, lead your men into the courtyard. I want that radical dead"
Rigorian turned to his Grey Knights; "Follow me," he ordered, his voice still magnified.
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Syakotus stormed from the stairway of the tower on to the roof, into the bright green glow of the Necrosphere. Stood at its side in chains was Lord Inquisitor Taharan, and behind him the radical Nathan Salvanfor.
The thrashing of the wind's whistle became drowned out from the arrival of a black Thunderhawk hovering down from the grey skies above. The three men stood watching six ropes from either side drop down. Then Space Marines clad in black armour with flames pasted to their boots and shoulders, and bones placed carefully across their black armour, began to slide down.
"It cannot be," Taharan mumbled.
Salvanfor looked into the angry face of Syakotus. "So you have come to bare witness of my ascension."
The two men watched as they heard the sound of metallic feet. Necron's filled up the courtyard by the hundreds.
"It is my time now. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, haaa, haa, ha," laughed Salvanfor, placing his hand across the top of the green sphere. "It is my time," he said once more.
The sphere lit up his arm with a gentle soft hum, whilst beginning to change to a lower shade of green.
And then...
The sphere became blindingly bright, the sound of a loud beating heart thudded through the brightness.
"Noooooooooooooooooo."
The light changed to dull again. Salvanfor was thrown from the tower and down the stairs, electrifying pain spreading across his mutated flesh and veins. He rolled down the stairs until he stopped at Prills feet. Prill looked down on him, covered over with his long dark cloak and hood covering his face.
"My master, it seems your gift as you be calling it to me is nothing more than a transformation into a deformed freak. You do not be ready, you be its puppet. And you betrayed the Imperium for this."
Salvanfor looked shocked from Prill words. "How dare you," he said in an angered tone. Prill simply looked at his fallen master.
"I dare," he replied, holding his arm down at Salvanfor. His cybernetic arm extended, with its three long needle like fingers, and smashed straight through his skull, bursting his head open in a shower of black blood and mangled up brains.
Looking down the stairs, Prill saw the dead body of the Crimson Fist Sergeant Korde. "I nearly forgot that Space Marine," he said to himself, starting up the spiral stairway
"Now the heretic has gone, release me from my prison, breathe me in."
"No I will not," bellowed Syakotus, raising up his power sword to bring it smashing down, piercing the shell of the green glowing sphere. And, just like that of his dream before he arrived on Proticou, the sphere combusted into a thousand pieces of glowing crystal, spreading across the tower's roof, knocking both Taharan and Syakotus back with the explosion that followed. Syakotus released his tight grip from his power sword only to watch it shatter into a thousand pieces itself.
Once the light of the now destroyed sphere was relinquished, Syakotus watched in horror. A giant of an apparition formed and floated upwards into the rain and wind above.
"What have I done?" he muttered to himself.
Necrons began climbing up the side of the tower towards Syakotus and Taharan.
"I am free. I am C'tan, the Necrosphere of Torment."
Taharan staggered to his feet, with his hands still cuffed together by chains, to witness the apparition appear with Captain Syakotus.
"Good god," he said, turning to the stairway, only to be greeted by Sister Periar, attired in a black cape and hood.
"Release me quick," he said, holding out his arms.
The hood fell back revealing that it was not sister Periar, but Prill.
"Do you like it? I think it makes me look young," he said, wearing the still wet face of the Sister of Battle. Prill then picked up the Inquisitor and snapped his neck like a broken twig.
Bolter shells thudded into Prill, smashing his cybernetic chest apart, and his respirator system. The freak fell backwards from the tower only to smash into pieces across the courtyard.
Commander Clotuk jumped from the rope he'd just slide down from on to the tower's roof.
Syakotus turned to face him. Holding out his hand, he attempted to grab Clotuk by the neck but was not quick enough. Clotuk jumped back from the roof, and began abseiling down the towers side, followed by the rest of the strange Space Marines.
Syakotus began to rise up from the roof and levitate, flexing his bionic and flesh arm.
"I have a body once more," he laughed out, in an unusual tone.
Grey Knight Captain Javier emerged on the tower coming from the stairway, followed by another Grey Knight. Syakotus looked down on their sudden intrusion, then dropped down to his feet.
The first Grey Knight lunged at him with his nemesis force staff slicing it into Syakotus' left shoulder pad. Looking at the blood seeping out from the new wound, he looked across at the Grey Knight taking another swing at him. Once the nemesis force rod was in reach, Syakotus grabbed a hold with his bionic hand, and yanked it towards him.
"You cannot touch me. For I am C'tan, the Necrosphere of Torment."
With that he held up the Grey Knight and slung him from the towers roof.
Javier looked in amazement at the brute strength he'd just witness. Both men stopped a moment from the sound of raging bolter fire.
After destroying the nearby Necron Commander, Clotuk began to make his way back up the tower. Engaging his throat vox unit he spoke softly: "Master Krupeus, we are ready for you. The chosen has transformed."
"Keep anyone from getting to him. I will be with you shortly."
"Yes, my Master," Clotuk said, just before disengaging his throat vox unit.
Syakotus held up the nemesis force rod he'd snatched from the fallen Grey Knight and began flipping it from hand to hand. The Grey Knight Captain Javier moved across the tower's slippery roof, over the shattered crystals towards Syakotus.
"I do not know what you are, nor do I care. But it is my duty to slay you, demon," he said, positioning himself into his attack stance.
Syakotus levitated from the dampness of the roof, spinning to face Javier. "Weak minded fool. You who serves the Imperium no more than I, C'tan the Necrosphere."
With a leap, Javier flew through the air, clenching his force staff with both hands. Syakotus blocked the attack by slamming his acquired force staff to meet Javier's head on with a clash. The sound from both men fighting carried its way across the gothic castle. The wind howled, knocking both men to the ground. Javier landed feet down, still gripping his force staff tightly. Syakotus stumbled onto his back, sliding through the smashed crystals. Javier swung his force staff down at the head of Syakotus, smashing the blade end into his bionic eye. Sparks flew out from the eye with a sizzle. Again Javier swung his force staff, aiming at Syakotus' waist but missing the ceramite, whilst he slipped on the crystals below his feet. Syakotus lunged with his force staff as though it were a spear, straight into the Grey Knight's shoulder. Then he kicked the warrior across the head, cracking his helmet on impact. Javier rolled away from the possessed Captain.
Jumping back to his feet both men then faced each other, still gripping their force staffs. Clash for clash, both men stood trying to better the other, yet both anticipating the other cautiously. Javier jumped back, then forwards, then to the side, then the other side. Syakotus tried hard to kill his opponent, but with each lunge he made Javier made the same. One jumped back then forward trying to stab at the other but neither made a mark. The rain began to fall faster, making the crystals wash away along with the blood of the dead.
Suddenly, Javier threw his force staff into Syakotus' side. The blade split straight into his ceramite, knocking him staggering back. Looking down, Syakotus saw the blood dripping down, yet he felt the wound begin to clog. "That was foolish human."
Javier removed his cracked helmet and dropped it to the floor, letting it roll over the edge. He then tilted his head in confusement.
"You truly are possessed," he said.
Syakotus threw the staff like a spear himself, only straight into the bare face of Javier. The Grey Knight Captain fell helplessly backwards over the edge of the tower, with the rain washing the blood from his face as it poured out.
From the ground below Inquisitor Rigorian watched the fallen Captain slam hard across the courtyard.
Rigorian looked up at the estranged Crimson Fist Captain, screeching out a taunting laughter. He turned to the Grey Knight at his side. "Bring the Librarian, we are leaving. we will destroy the very soil of this damned planet," he said, leading the Grey Knights away.
The black Space Marines surrounded the possessed body of Syakotus, waiting for the arrival of the new Thunderhawk descending from the rain clouds above. Clotuk removed his skull like helmet revealing his bare white flesh.
The ramp of the approaching Thunderhawk opened with Krupeus stood at its edge. Syakotus looked up watching. "And who are you?" he asked.
"To you I have no name. all you need to know from me is I lead the damned."
Syakotus looked back at the surrounding Space Marines. With a flash they were gone.
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Grailin looked back at the tower ,thinking of his Captain and his fate. With a bang the tower exploded, taking the rest of the gothic castle with the blast. He watched as the tower crumbled and smashed into the rock face before splashing hard into the thrashing waves below.
Without warning he felt a sharp pain slam into his back, forcing him up the ramp of the oversized silver and gold decorated Thunderhawk.
"Move, Astartes," the Grey Knight behind him forcefully said, Shoving him forwards. He almost stumbled from the chains shackled to his legs, and up to his Librarian blue armoured wrists.
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