A Drop In The Ocean

[HandOfDorn]

''For blood and for Sanguinius!''. Sergeant Mithrias Helio shuddered upon hearing the cry of damnation from the soulless heretics charging across the plains towards his ramshackle outpost. The degenerate chaos scum had come to Tharl-Primus in hope of butchering some easy prey to feed their obsessions, and instinctively Helio had taken control of the defensive forces after his commanding officer had fallen in the first attack on the spaceport, hopelessly watching as a traitor marine clawed out his insides, gorging infront of his glazing eyes.

 

''Flamers to the fore!'' yelled Helio, ''Burn the heretics!'', the loyal PDF troopers prepared themselves admirably, rapidly working into a solid position. A drone like that of a billion diseased flies rose above the sounds of gunfire, reaching ever closer.

 

''Fix bayonets! Spear the traitor with the Emperor's steel! Let no man surren...''. Suddenly a squad of heretics dropped out the sky, landing amongst the guard forces. Chainswords squealed and the sickening sound of metal against meat filled the air. Mithrias Helio's last sight was a hulking marine reaching down and ripping him from head to groin with a wicked, barbed knife, pausing mid slash to extend his rotten, corrupted tongue into the wound and fully savour the life-force which rapidly drained from the trooper.

 

Draego revelled in the kill, feeling nothing but immense hunger for blood. The host of bloated insects forged ahead of the squad, blocking weapon mechanisms and jarring the sensory equipment of the Imperial defenders, Draego looked on in rapture at the Plague Lord's touch, truly blessing the Chaos Worshippers with his wonders.

 

Draego saw the last knots of PDF troopers being cut down by his comrades, and through his hate filled vision, he glared down the road to the numerous Hive-Cities, overflowing with billiions of panicking citizens, not even realising the futility of their own existence in comparison to the Lord of Disease, and through the black curtain of rage descending over his eyes, Draego glimpsed a river of blood flowing, ready to be stolen by his infernal legion. For the Blood Angels, the time of harvesting was truly about to begin

 

--Terminus--

 

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