Chyld's Decent part 2

[HellChyld]

a continuance.............

 

 

With scraping of stone on metal and creaking of aged hinges the attendants came to attention as the naked alabaster, black gore streaked form emerged from the sanctum. With a low whispered command of familiar voice the attendants kneeled in homage before cleaning the gore from his body. Exiting the outer sanctum The naked form of the Lord Commander drew pause from his honor guard for only a moment before new light of recognition shinned and Forearms slammed breastplates in formal salute. More then 7000 years had passed since the honor guard had looked upon the old visage of there Lord Commander. How it was possible they knew not but the look of hunger in their lords eyes showed them truth of who stood before them. With a nod and whispered command no louder then a breath the Night Terrors fell in around their Commander. Long did the host walk the halls of ‘Hate’ till arriving at doors long closed and secured. Carefully Lord Chyld slide his hand into the cold recess before feeling the sting of multiple needles in his wrist sampling his genomes and releasing the doors to his chambers as the password to the final lock was registered with a whisper.

 

His Chambers, no one other then attendants and servitors had passed within its walls since his rise to demon prince for his statured form found the chambers to small for his new frame. Within stood statues of all the Night Captains, Commanders and Lord Commander of the 8th grand company. Zepar and Tchez were only two of the fourteen Night Captains to stand in the chamber. Vermithrax and Chyld’s own likeness stood in the furthest alcoves representing the Commanders of the 8th with the seated statue of Lord Gius Crucis, herald of the Dark in place of the Lord Commander of the 8th. It was his demise that had promoted Chyld to lead the 8th with Vermithrax secure in backing him even though at the time Chyld was a winged giant corrupted in power thanks to faith in Khorne. Khorne, Chaos God of battle and bloodshed and so much more. What did this entity and his unknown favor mean to Chyld and the 8th only time could tell. Crucis would have spit knowing that Chyld had returned to a form better known to the legion. He would laugh to hear Chyld admit he was right that Chyld’s interest in the chaos powers would lead him to nothing good. But finally the Old lord commander would cuss unrelenting to know Chyld the Ganger scum wore his title as Lord Commander of the 8th, the reunited 8th great company of the Night Lords now.

 

Slowly Chyld returned to the present from a thousand wars past as he ran a black taloned, pale finger down the side of stone form of the seated Crucis before splitting the silence with laughter. ‘you terran ass Gius! You always did think yourself better then Us from Nostromo. Bitching about you scared face and Knightmare holding the position you craved. Reuniting the Legion was your spoken goal yet more then half your own Grand Company even those Like Zaraz Tchez also from your Beloved Terra sided with me. Sorry you old fool but your time has ended but your dream of a reunited Legion will live on. So rest well, where ever your faith took you.” With a solid thud of flesh on flesh as Chyld slammed his fist against his chest in salute and holding it till its echo died to silence once more. Letting his arm return to his side Chyld turned back to the double doors to his chambers barking for servants and guard alike. With clipped orders just above a whisper the statue was relocated to the black tomb beneath the church of the Haunter Chyld had used to rest in. Chyld’s own statue would be moved to the Place vacated by Crucis and then Zepar’s statue would be placed in that of Chyld’s former location. Who to gain rank in the vacuum of Zepar’s promotion would have to be decided soon. Vermithrax would need to be addressed in council on that matter among others like War on Mirala. Several of the Legion had been reported there including Lord Nosferatus, the Dark Saint Caerolion and even the Terrormaster Steiner. To join them in combat upon the field of battle once more or wait in the darkness for a richer crop of fear. The Father would guide in these matter if only Chyld would but listen. Footsteps of Iron on plates of steel could be heard from outside his chamber approaching.

 

His Raptors were always quick in there work when given orders so their approach brought a smile to his fanged visage. Leaning against his own statue Chyld waited as the red armored word bearer Markos was escorted in to his chambers. Recognition and fear took only second to creep across Markos’ face as he looked upon the naked form of Chyld. “Markos, Explain to me why I have changed? you my spiritual leader in the ways of Khorne, prophet of chaos since the heresy. Why has Khorne taken all his gifts to me but one. His rune still burns upon my thigh as it was placed while Horus lived. Yet all others are gone, all of your eldritch markings burn upon my skin no more except his mark. Horns, Wings, size all gone yet his mark still shows I carry his favor as well as wield his blade Belaghast. How is this so old wise prophet? Explain to me why he has returned me to my original form with a variance?” stopping before a weapons rack just out of view from the entry way Chyld pulled the reddish-black blade of Belaghast from the shadows before circling the word bearer as he listened to the many explanations spill from his lips. Many rotations of the word bearer did Chyld walk as he looked over the new shape Belaghast had taken while Chyld himself had shred his old form to be reborn yet again in a even older visage.

 

Stopping behind Markos, Chyld smiled. “Markos old Prophet, Your explanations fall on deaf ears for nothing you say compares to words of wisdom I had forgotten long ago. Terror and fear come in strong forms of their own and Khorne while most believe to be a lunatic guiding, frothing madman who cares for nothing but blood and skulls has shown me the truth. He respects Martial prowess, mastery of tactics and the ability to conquer ones enemies.” Chyld let Markos turn to face him as he set Belaghast point down upon the floor with his hands resting along the pommel and guard. Chyld savored the smell of fear as Markos looked upon his smiling visage wondering what Chyld’s next action would be. Chyld wondered if this was How it felt for the Father as he cut down his captors.

 

Pivoting Belaghast at the Pommel Chyld let its point catch Markos just below where his Chest armor and abdominal armor joined with exposed power cabling. With the slightest of nudges Chyld pushed the blade till it erupted through Markos’ shoulders and through the top of his power pack. With a gasp and blood spittle Markos sagged onto the blade till only Chyld kept him upright. “ Poor Markos, Khorne demanded your blood for your weakness, but the Father of Fear and Terror demanded your life for misleading his Sons. A new Age has arrived upon the 8th Great Company and your words and false teachings are no longer required.” Placing a hand upon Markos’ shoulder Chyld pushed the dead word bearer from his blade and let him fall in a heap at his feet. “Night Terrors, Send word to all Night Captains of the 8th great company as well as to the High Paladin of Fear Vermithrax. Conclave is called and the Herald of the Dark, HellChyld Demands their Attendance.”

 

something wrote so far toward my Nightlord's on the Nightlords forum and figured I'd share. Comments welcome

[Rain]

Interesting twist with the demon prince being stripped oh his demonhood and becoming a normal marine. Only thing that kind of bugs me is that as far as I know Night Lords detest all kinds of faith so I'm not sure if they would tolerate a Word Bearer at all (even though he is eventually killed). That being said, I think you pulled off the khorne mark part well as Chyld comes off as someone in a pact of mutual benefit with chaos more than a devout follower.