NationStates Jolt Archive

Upon the desolate surface of a dieing world; a world raped and defiled by the energies of Chaos; Remiel stood amidst the burgeoning destruction; the infectious desolation. He raised his hand; the warp forming about his very fingers; souls siphoned to fuel his terrible hunger; the world shuddering, mewling beneath his ministrations; like a whore nearing her defiled and tainted climax.

He sent forth his call; his clarions call; drawing the moth to the flame; the ship to sirens rocks. He stood amidst this world ready to tear itself asunder; and smiled; calling to the servants of the Exiled God; of the Lost One; the Doomed One; the one who had sworn to destroy them...Tzeentch's web, Slaanesh's pleasures; Khorne's bloodlust; Nurgle's rot and disease...All to be cast to thw winds by the power of Malal. But they had triumphed; exiled him; his followers cast to the four winds...Yet now; Reken embraced him; embraced damnation; like the Sons of Malice come again.

Remiel would not let such a wild-card affect his over-arcing plans; his glorious dreams for Empire and Imperium. He could not., And so he drew them near; taunting them with symbols. A black and white skull; bisected by color; chained within the 8 pointed Star; the sight of worlds laid low to burning...The downtrodden destroying their opressors; the poor eating the rich...Glorious images; Glorious Chaos!

"Come, Whores of Malal; I have a proposition for you...And you shall accept it or die; for the Imperium of Man fear you; and I pity you; servants of the Outcast God...It is time to return to the Fold."

A daemonic portal opens infront of Remiel as Aloura steps out. "Whores of Malal? watch your tongue my chaotic being. i would hate to need to take it from you by force. what is it that you wish to speak of us about?" Aloura glares at him wondering what her old enemy is up too.

"I would watch your tongue....Actually." A gesture of his hand and the world convulses into madness and pain; the skies bleed; the earth trembles; the lines and sigils dance and twist and turn; portals seem to hover, unformed in the air; daemons straining to defile the Materium.

"I offer my hand in friendship and you come in the guise of war; how fitting for servants of the Outcast. I always though that you favored silence..." He shrugged. "Perhaps if you continue I will deprive you of your larynx and tongue, to better serve your god..." He turns from her; gesturing madly at the skies. "The power of the Four is triumphant here; and you are merely one...You are beset by all sides; the Dogs of the Emperor; the lapdogs of the Lion, the Bastard Sons of Russ, the whorish blood-guzzling sons of Sanguinus; and all the madness that the others, the Ronwe and their kin invoke in the name of creating the perfect warriors. Their Space Marines....You are trapped. You cannot triumph..." A pause; a heartbeat; the world set to flame and ashes "...Alone"

He paces, watching this warrior of Malal; of the traitor outcast God; the fallen and defiled one. "I offer you a place in my pantheon; a chance to rid the universe of its lesser beings; Beings who do not deserve to be Masters of Mankind; nothing next to the Lords of Chaos! The power of Chaos Ascendant...I am their Scion; their Hand; their Instrument....Serve with me; or die alone; prostrate as the Loyalist filth consume you...Or unite with me; and give birth once more to HIS Servants. Take up the Weapons of Old; unify and charge...I will give you the Sons of Malice...I will give you the ends of time, and the ending of the World...."

"Alone, such sweet sorrow. as you should know a malan warrior perfers to be alone, they would kill each other if there was not someone to kill instead. You and I have met in battle before and as you know i do not trust many people and you are no exception. I understand what you are saying and this intruges me but unlike most of my comrads i respect my colleges opinions and i will notify you upon our decision. " Aloura states as she warps back to her chambers on Reken prime.

Remiel chuckles; turning his power back against his masterpiece; this world-turned-canvas; a wry laughter building in his throat. He feels himself rising; his power flowing, undulatingm with THEIR Glory; fuelling him, filling him, as he lifts off of the ground; burning and destroying; leaving all to stale wind and ashes; caring not for the mortal cattle who feed him, their bodies cast asunder like wheat to the harvest.

He feels his corporeal form fade in the glow of teleportation; appearing upon his black and golden throne, high above the world; seated within the Ecstacy; his hand shaking, crackling with energy as he raises it; triggering the main weapon.

Energy undulates from the world as every single living soul is abominably wrenched from bodies; flowing in concentrated waves back to the mighty ship; it's foundations shaking as he clenches his hands against the arms; the power flowing through him; feeding him; before he wills it forward; the weapon initialising; his power unified with it; united, man and Machine; flowing; pulsing, as the crackling warp anomoly surges forth; a portal forming far behind the planet.

He watches it strike; watches continents burn, seas boil; atmosphere evaporating in a gut-wrenching blast of warp energy; cities cast to ashes in a single-minded lightning fast holocaust; watching the beam tear the planet asunder as it burrows through; energy flowing through the portal, piece by piece dessicating the world; wrenching it apart; till nothing remains but a burnt out husk; seething with warp fire...

The core detonates in a flash of magma red; lightning dancing in insane aurora as the magnetic field collapses; chunks of the dieing world, still alight with lava thrown around on astral winds; the void swalllowing its children as Remiel watches; pleased; fattened; glutted.

"Take me to the Reken border...I await their decision"

Sitting in her throne in the capital city of Reken Aloura sends a telepathic message to remiel -We have a deal-

"Remiel!" Aloura calls out as she stands on ther place where they first began their bartering, " if you want me to give you what u want show yourself. I have the key to your new found glory."