Bow Before The Lord Marshal

New Darkness

   The sounds of nothing seemed to reach you, and you couldn't figure out what was wrong. Everything was hazy, and dark. Your eyes weren't adjusting and you couldn't figure out why. No one was around, and that sent a shiver of worry through your body. Getting off of the gurney, you felt the ice cold floor beneath your toes. There were no sounds. No commotion, no armor scrapping, or boot steps... just silence.

Slowly, you made your way through the dark halls of the ship. Making your way towards Necropolis, you saw nobody. Fear began to make it's way through your body. Chills ran up your spine, and you felt... cold. Suddenly, you could see your own breath, and you lifted your hands up to look at Y/S/C skin. It was more pale than normal.
Looking around, you were suddenly in the massive room. Upon the throne, sat your Lord Marshal, Vaako. He was leaning forward, and his head was down, so he hadn't seen you yet.

"Vaako," you said softly, but there was no response.

Maybe he's asleep, you thought. Maybe he has the halls empty on purpose. He's worried about you that's all.

Slowly, you started to make your way towards him, but the closer you got the more worried you became.

He should've sensed me by now, you thought as you were mere feet from him.

"Vaako," you said again, as you touched a hand to his shoulder. He stayed still, and didn't moved. Fear shot through you, and you felt yourself looking around wildly, then you saw it: a dagger with brass and copper coloring was lodged into his upper back. A scream ripped through you, and your ears rang.
Grabbing ahold of his body, you felt yourself sobbing. Your heart shattered, and you felt your body grow heavy with pain.

"Threshold, take us to the Threshold," you heard the legion of Necromongers yell.

Turning your head, you saw all the Necromongers gathered before you. Your own hands were covered in Vaako's blood, and The Purifier, as well as Darvik, were both looking at you with fear.

"Wh-wh- no... I... no, this... this isn't my kill," you sobbed. "I didn't kill him."

Anger ripped through you, as you looked out at the Necromonger legion.

"Who," you yelled. "Who killed your Lord Marshal?!"

The Necromongers stomped their feet and their weapons.

"Threshold, take us to the Threshold," they yelled out.

The Purifier, holding a helmet with horns atop it, stepped towards you. Slowly, he knelt before you as he held out the helmet, Vaako's helmet.

"You keep what you kill, Lord Marshal Y/N," he said softly.

"No," you screamed. "I didn't kill him!"

Turning around, you saw that Vaako was gone, and the throne was empty. Tears blinded your vision, as you whipped your. Head back around. Darvik, slowly looked down at the stone floor, then he was the first to kneel down. Following suit, the armored legion began to kneel, one by one.

"No," you screamed. "Who did this?! Who killed your Lord Marshal!?"

Suddenly, you saw one Necromonger who did not kneel. His armor barely fit him at all. Most of the armor didn't even cover his tan skill. However, when he looked up at you, you felt your blood turn to ice.

His eyes shimmered in the dim light, like metal in the sun.

A/N: I'm sorry this is super short. This will probably be the shortest chapter to be honest.