End of Times

[K4os]

I first started to write End of Times some month ago on a Italian forum.

It had a great success, so I decided to try translate it in English.

Hope my translation it's not so bad and you can enjoy it.

 

 

The hooded man stopped few steps before the tangle of pipes and cables.

Under the worn robe a black amour reflected for a moment the dim light in the room. Its faded color was greyer than black and numerous scratches covered the ancient wargear.

 

He raise his hand to the hip, solemnly, and drew a exotic shaped sword.

His followers took off their helmets to better observe that millennia old weapon, its shape forgotten long time ago.

They observe the man prepared to end the mission they devoted their own long lives.

For a instant they hesitated, their index rested on the triggers, undecided, tempted to kill the man they followed until that moment.

He turned toward them.

“I’m tired” he said with resigned voice.

“I know it’s hard to take a decision in this occasion, but I’m tired. From ten millennia we drag ourselves from planet to planet, looking for a forgiveness we will never receive. The Lion vanished; he left us with a heavy fate we carried until now. It’s time to commit the mission for we were designed. We lived too long, now I want rest.”

The other rested their weapons, ritually, waiting for the moment of their liberation.

Cypher broke the thick glass of the Golden Throne with the hilt of the sword. Then he plunged the Sword of Lion in the chest of the dying Emperor, dooming millions of worlds to oblivion.

 

Syllana Ulthwé was shot out from her armchair and bumped into the wall with a loud crash, as she was hit from an invisible force. Her ladies hurried to help her. Her face, usually illuminated by a godlike beauty, was disfigured by pain, terror and anguish. A stream of crimson blood came out from her nose and stained her lips. “Syllana, Syllana” called her one of her ladies, worried.

The seer opened wide her eyes, revealing two pupils expanded in a unnatural way.

“He is dead… dead” she whispered.

“Who?” asked the ladies, doubtfully.

“The seer shim-maigh, the one called Emperor from his fellow humans”

The ladies frozen in terror.

“The balance is shattered, the galaxy well be again engulfed in flames and the Chaos will spread on the stars. My father would know what to do” said Syllana caressing the soul stone containing the soul of Eldrad “but maybe even he would be shocked”.

 

“He’s dead?” the voice of the Despoiler echoed powerful and terrifying in the halls of the blackstone fortress.

The sorcerer bowed with religious respect.

“I’m unable to perceive the light of Astronomican, my Lord. The Imperium will fall in pieces soon; this is the chance we were waiting to take back what was ours”

Abaddon turned back, engulfed by rage, his face deformed by wrath.

He grabbed the sorcerer at the neck and hurled him on the floor.

“But my lord…” whispered the psionic, astonished.

“Mine was the task to kill that corpse to avenge the great Horus. Cypher emblezzed an honor that wasn’t his. If I can find him, he will die in despair.”

The Despoiler turned to face the window from he was able to see the haunted worlds of Eye of Terror.

“Gather the other. We will launch the last black crusade. This time we will strike directly at Earth. Let the galaxy burn!”

 

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It's really challenging to me to translate this tale in English.

If you notice something wrong or bad written, let me know I will edit my post to make it more enjoyable.

[K4os]

Another part

 

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The Wolf Lords sit around the table, as thousand years before did their predecessors and before them the predecessors of predecessors, one thousand year ago again.

“Silence!” shouted Logan flashing his fangs, trying to dominate over the voice of other Lords.

“Logan that’s a suicide! We must stay here and defend Fenris instead of hunting ghosts” shouted a ypung man with a wild look.

“And the honor? Where is the honor if we don’t help the Imperium in this moment?” asked a man with a long white bear, a scar on his eye trembling.

“This discussion isn’t solving anything” marked up the Wolf Priest sitting beside the young man “The survival of Space Wolves is more important than anything else”

Suddenly a loud crash silenced the men. At the center of the table, where lied the stone of the packs, a enormous sword, modeled from a kraken tooth, stood out stuck in the middle of the stone.

The lords turned back, a man with a grim face stood in the middle of the entrance, his armor covered by scratches, a palette on his chest, near the heart, to fix an ancient damage.

The man strode across the hall, confident and proud, as it was is habit from unmemorable times. He walked in direction of the only vacant chair.

He sat down, while everyone kept silent.

Normally no one would bear such insult, but no one dare to stop the stranger.

He spoke, observing that faces, unknown to him but familiars, like lost sons or brothers.

“The Time of Wolf has come”

The fang was shaken by a triumphal war cry.

 

2.

 

“I cannot believe you permit all this. “

The militant lord stared at the man in front of him with a mix of rage and outrage.

“It was his will, not mine”

“This doesn’t justify you” marked up the Administratum lord “your deed is treacherous”

“Aren’t you too His servants? Do you believe a son can negate to his father a last desire? I felt his soul dimmed again and again, he felt in apathy. He sacrificed for us, to grant us millennia of quiet, now it’s our turn to sacrifice for Him”

“You was the one in charge of Adeptus Custodes, your duty was to protect the body of the Emperor”

“My duty was obey him. You protected my secret, as your predecessor before you. But now the time has come to reveal myself again. The Wolf came back and soon even the Raven and the Lion will be here again. In the darkest time the Earth will find again its protectors. We are here to protect the Imperium, no matter the odds. We was always on the side of our brothers. And even now we will respect our duties”

“The power of the Primarchs will be not enough to stop the Chaos that will spread when thousands of planets will notice they were cutted off from the light of the Astronomican. You were always arrogant Dorn, but this is no more arrogance, this is madness!”

“What you call madness, I call it honor, who you call fools, I call them brothers. We are Space Marines, we never served the Lord of Terra, we serve only the Emperor!”

“This is too much” shouted the militant lord enraged “I will order you execution!”

The Primarch raised in all his height, overwhelming the four lords and stared at them with a mocking smile.

“Just try…” he said.

A scent of ozone spread trough the hall. Four terminators appeared from thin air.

“Lord Dorn” they said bowing “the successor chapters were gathered. Considering Adeptus Custodes, we count thirty thousand men”

“Thirty thousand men” spelled Dorn tasting the sound of the words “Are your ready to sacrifice three millions souls to stop me?”

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