The xenos squirmed under Vandrok's boot, its windpipe was slowly crushed and the life bled from its eyes. All around Vandrok the xenos's clones and past selves were being terminated by his Chaos Marines. Bolter fire roared as the xenos's android soldiers were put down, the wet squelch of chainswords entering immobile clones further invigorated Vandrok. The Doctor's daemon stood away, it feasted upon the flesh of the dispatched clones. The Doctor himself directed a pair of Chaos Marines as they chained a dozen xenos together and dragged them back towards the Undivided Ecstasy. "I-I cannot die you imbecile." The xenos spat out as Vandrok looked down at it. "That is true, but you underestimate the power of the Dark Prince." Vandrok spat back, the xenos did not relent. "I am far more powerful than your Prince, y-you cannot kill me! Planets fell at my feet, races died!" Vandrok smiled at the desperation in its voice, the xeno knew deep down that he would die. Existence forever ended. "Interesting, what is your tally?" Vandrok said in a mocking tone, he waited for no spoken answer, the fear in the creature's eyes was enough for the Helleater. He crushed the miserable wretch's windpipe. When he looked up, he found the Hellsmith Plinghe in front of him. "Lord, I have found the destination the xenos were on route to. It is my belief this world holds a great psychic reservoir." Plinghe's grating voice irritated Vandrok, but he knew better than to discount the corrupted techmarine's words. "A reservoir? What use does it have, surely another raid on a maiden world will be more profitable." Vandrok, looked around at the xenos station. It was burning now, charges were being set in its engine room and Vandrok's fleet was positioned to blow the thing apart. Along with any attempted escapes. "This environment does not suit our discussion, Lord." Plinghe responded, beginning to walk. Vandrok followed, sparing a glance at the crushed xenos. He smiled even wider. As the two joined their brothers at the breach made by Vandrok's warships, Thunderhawks began to load in the Marines. They had taken sparse losses, those who fell had their gene seed collected. Those who lived carried grim trophies and ecstatic moods.
Back on the Undivided Ecstasy Plinghe began to speak with Vandrok again. "This world, Etheria, is a reservoir of untainted and untouched warp energy. it would mean great favor from the Prince if we were to corrupt the world. Such a large pure reservoir turned to Slaanesh epitomizes excess, it would be sure to incur the affections of many a warp entity." Plinghe concluded, Vandrok nodded slowly. The favor of Slaanesh had been granted when they steamrolled this pitiful xenos race, and the others they had butchered in the sector. But fully corrupting an entire planet? Perhaps this would elevate Vandrok to something far more powerful than a mere Chaos lord of a little known warband. "Plinghe, work with the Doctor to find a suitable way to corrupt this planet. I will direct the fleet to this 'Etheria.'" Vandrok began to turn away when one of the Hellsmith's mechadendrites caught him by the wrist. Vandrok growled and snapped the thing, but the Smith's point was made. "One more thing lord, I noticed a faint warp signature. Imperial origin, It would seem the corpse-worshippers seek what we do." Vandrok nodded, this little raid was becoming incredibly interesting.
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Fear Incarnate
FanfictionA Librarian of the Soul Haunters chapter arrives through devious means to the world of Etheria, he finds himself fighting a benevolent xenos rule, which must be exterminated. It seems however, that foul agents of dark powers have seen potential in...
