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Mar 10 2005
Lord of Forgetting
This is absolutely and completely brilliant!
I've been watching the post, looking for updates. I absolutely love the tragedy of Angelis...
I'll post more when it has finished.
Mar 18 2005
For the first time in decades, Angelis dreamed. And such vivid, colourful dreams: Shades of bright, fiery red from the bloody flesh slowly being torn from a still warm carcass. The silky clean white of bone protruding through rotted gristle. The rapid display of glossy pink skin turning from shades so vibrant, to pale, then to grey in seconds. There was no sound throughout. The gentle silence let the images burn into his mind’s eye. There was a strange kind of comfort in these images for him. Like the justification of a long unproven truth.
“Wherever it begins, this is where it ends.” The Voice now entered into his mind through his dreams. Angelis saw its image in his dream. It is the shadow that grows inside of him.
Angelis arose gasping. He was laying on one of many examination tables, clad in what resembled rotted power armour, neglected and stained with dry blood and the parasites that feed on such matter. He was not bound to the table, but the large, smoke fill room was still closed. His new surroundings were more appropriate to a battle barge. Looking around was like re-visiting a long forgotten place from a time that only seemed to exist in memory. Again, the room was in an advanced state of decay, but not dis-organised. The same stench of death was present. It was familiar to him now.
There was a rustle at the door that drew his attention. Then he heard human voices shouting. Instinctively, he back away from the door quietly. As he ducked behind a cabinet, he noticed the table behind him had weapons laid upon it. A bolter, some grenades, various blades, pistols, he recognized all of these items as antiques: all pre-dating his induction into the marines. Some items he did not recognize; the shrunken skulls, flayed skin, the symbols & icons. As he reached for the bolter the door blew apart sending him diving for cover.
A dozen Stormtroopers entered the room searching for targets for their hellguns. Angelis hid behind the table contemplating his next move. A moment later the sargeant entered, clearly shaken by something he just experienced. Instead of continuing their search, the troopers took to defensive positions, as if hiding from someone, or something.
“There’s nothing on the scanners, Sarg” one of the elite guardsmen whispered.
“Shut up, of course it won’t show up on the scanners you fool! Just plot a way out of here like I told you to! If we don’t make it back to report this, the whole Locara sector could be in danger.” The sargeant replied in a dire tone.
His alternatives still unclear, Angelis waited. He did not need to wait long. Somewhere within the structure they occupied, they could all here a loud thrashing and screaming. It seemed distant enough to make the location of the noise hard to made out. A moment later, all went quiet.
“Got it! There’s a service passage leading to the lower level through here. This way Sarg!” and the elite guardsman began to lead his squad towards Angelis. As soon as the first man walked by, Angelis rose and grabbed him from behind twirling him to face his brother guardsmen. A half dozen hellgun shots struck the hapless stormtrooper before his comrades realized their error.
“No one leaves here until I get some answers!” Angelis yelled behind his corpse shield. A nervous pause followed his statement.
“If you don’t stop shouting we’re all going to get some answers here!” the sargeant quietly voiced back to him.
Suddenly the ceiling seemed to have caved in and a large, green figure with a metallic spine and demon-like wings broke through. It move lightning quick, eviscerating most of the stormtroopers in less time than it took for them to realize their doom. The sargeant was more resilient. He lunged at Angelis trying to get past him while plunging his power sword through the former marine’s abdomen. Angelis felt nothing. The sword stuck there while Angelis grabbed the stormtrooper by the throat and threw him back towards the metal creature. Herne tore them all into pieces of meat.
After pulling the sword out of his gut, Angelis stood his ground. Waiting for what’s next. Herne bellowed in his victory. He lifted the remains of the guardsmen in his claws and bit down hard. Flashed of light permeated throughout and caused more than a dozen electrical conduits to explode. Opiated, Herne leaned back on his spine and his fierceness dissipated.
“You must be Angelis Mortis.” Herne said. “I was told I could find you here. I have a task for you.”
Mar 18 2005
Herne!?!?! I knew his stinking corpse was involved!
Mar 21 2005
Bill is an EPIC Hero
Nice Noel...well, not nice per se, but you know what I mean
Mar 21 2005
So many typos, so little time. It's hard to get it right on the second draft. At least it's more fun than writing policy or research papers.
I still have another chapter in my head. I've been saving it because it's the key to the Gohnorrea crusade.
Apr 26 2005
Angelis followed Herne through the decayed corridors of the planetary defence platform. It had been abandoned for quite some time yet it still held orbit around the Pandora system. Apparently, the Imperial authorities were alerted to the presence of insurgents. However, they likely never expected a champion of Chaos Undivided to be among them.
“We have some mutual acquaintances that brought you here. Unfortunately, they were careless in their movements. I shall have to deal with them upon my return. We were fortunate that our enemies were not aware of my fleet lurking in the system or we would have encountered greater resistance.” Herne explained as they moved steadily through the corridors towards an unknown destination.
This was the moment Angelis had waited for. A moment to assess his position. To get a grip on what his new situation was. The decades spent in captivity had made his body weak and his mind slow. His memory of the past few days were dim. He recalled his ‘escape’ and the subsequent encounter with the Voice. But from there he could only remember the vivid colours and lush details of his dreams of dead and decaying flesh. He had not heard the Voice for some time now, yet he still felt its presence.
“I am told you are a strong leader of men?” Herne asked rhetorically.
“I used to be.” Angelis sheepishly answered.
Herne paused uneasily and slowly turned to face Angelis in a threatening gesture. “Whom do you serve? Angelis? Do you still feel allegiance to that corpse on Terra? You should. He has put many a fool under his heel with the lies of his supremacy. But let me tell you a little secret - He has no domain here, Angelis.” That phrase sent a chill through Angelis. “Between you and me, he has no presence, no commonality, no interference, no domain. Right here, right now, you and I are free of him and his taint. Here and now are all that matters. So you must decide whom you shall serve: His Holy corpse, or your eternal, personal saviour?”
Angelis knew what Herne was really saying. All his time in captivity was preparing him for this moment. Although he was compelled by his captors to fallow the path of decay, he still felt nothing for this allegiance.
“I am a disciple of the afterlife, the eternal, the forever. I am a champion among the dead. I am the chosen one to lead the faithless into acceptance of their final rest. This is the cause that I serve.” Answered Angelis.
Herne lifted an evil smile and they continued down the corridors to the hanger.
There was no other answer Angelis could have gave. His journey would end in that corridor if he said anything else and his options were limited: returning to his old chapter would see him executed for treason; striking out on his own offered little hope of survival. With his new found strength in immortality, there was no other choice but to accept his task, whatever it may be.
As they entered a large docking bay Herne unveiled his mission. “You will lead a company of mortal men on a mission to ‘liberate’ a sacred site from the hands of its defilers. This transport will take you to a rendezvous with other liberating factions. However, do not become enraptured to their cause, they are fools sent on a quest that cannot be achieved. Pay them no heed. You will travel with them until the time is right to disengage and follow your own path. Your destination is Neo Tristram and you WILL need to refit and capture supplies to get there. Once at Neo Tristram, recapture the planet if you can, but at the very least you MUST recapture the Temple of Rath’zon Sel, or else I promise that you will curse your immortality for all eternity. I will meet you there when I have concluded other important business.” Without warning, Herne turned and slithered away, leaving Angelis to board the transport.
Mull followed Herne and waited until Angelis was boarded to voice his objection. “How can you let that fool leave on such a crucial task? Could you not smell the fear in him?” Mull complained.
Herne paused to confront his aspiring lieutenant. “He doesn’t have to hold faith in our cause nor does he have to hold any ability to carry out his mission. He only needs to be in the right spot, and the right time. S’Leth will take care of the rest. You will see to it. Now go!”
“Yes, Lord.” Mull answered as he raced to the transport.
May 19 2005
GMX - Best Army
Angelis lay slumped against the wreck of his chimera transport. Bolter fire still crackled over head and in the distance he could here the vile chants of the Chaos marines that just wiped out the unit of guardsmen he was leading. Panic began to over run his thoughts: Where are my supporting units? Are these traitors complete idiots. Why isn’t that battle cannon firing? How can I lead an assault with nothing backing me up? Fools.
Looking around him, the grim sight of the traitors’ corpses triggered a flashback in his mind. Time began to stand still. The flowing blood, the stillness of limbs, the cold stare of eyes wide open in death brought him back to the temple of Lord Nurgle. He could see the faces of his slain squad members slowly melting away into the walls of the temple. “Welcome home” a voice was heard from the Warp. As Angelis came back to his current reality he saw the corpses fade away before him. He knew where they were going.
Panic had finally seized total control of him. The thought of his final resting place was enough to push him beyond his training and into frantic survival. Despite the blast of autocannons and bolter shells, he rose to his feet and made a desperate sprint for the near cover of a forest. He was followed by flying demons intent on feasting on his dead flesh. The Chaos forces opposing Angelis were furious at his betrayal. The fragile alliance he enjoyed with this faction of followers of Chaos Undivided was destroyed upon the mere rumour of his intent to disengage from their fleet. The current battle was more for supplies and to preserve honour among thieves than advancing the goals of the Long War.
With the protection of cover, Angelis was able to prepare for his assaulters. The thick wood prevented the demons flight so they proceeded on the ground. As the demons approached, Angelis sprung forward and seized 2 of them by the throat, quickly squeezing the vitality out of them with his un-natural strength. However, the third and last demon took this opportunity to thrust its talon through Angelis’ neck. As soon as it pull the talon free, a great wind grew winthin the wood and the leaves and underbrush began to swirl. Angelis fell to the ground. As he tried to maintain consciousness, he felt his body grow weak. Like a eight had been lifted from him. He waited for the darkness to take him, and then perhaps, the Emperor’s light. Neither of which came. Instead the foul odour of the temple of Nurgle rose like a storm. From his flesh he saw a dark figure appear and grow. And then darkness.
Angelis awoke in the forest at the aftermath of the battle. Although his flesh and armour were clearly torn, he still felt no pain. Wandering through the smoke and wreckage he knew they were victorious. He just didn’t know how. Like so many times before, he had fallen on the battlefield before the battle had ended. A rhino transport spotted him and from it came a marine in black armour. Mull exchanged cold stares with him but said nothing as he lifted Angelis into the transport.
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