should have left him there. He had served his purpose.
He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly.
Why? I know not.
He is nothing more than a pathetic human.
An inferior race.
A mon'keigh.
But still, I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier.
I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found.
He is heavy.
And he is dying. And he is slowing me down.
But I will save him.
Why? I know not.
He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another slight spill of heat.
The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself.
The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.
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Battle still raged behind them. Far off, in walls of steel and concrete, trenches of dirt and burning promethium, Space marine and Ork revelled in fire and bolter.
Taldeer stopped a moment, breathing in and out, her lungs burning. She held the human over her shoulder, his feet still dragging in the snow. His rifle sheath, with frost covering it.
She looked around. Disputed territory. Ork banners held up, some burnt, some empty, some shattered and buried under the snow. Exhortations of war, broken and buried under the white blanket.
The Vindicare beside her coughed, tensing for a moment, his hand digging into her own- then he slackened again. The blood warmth washed over her side again. She had no need to watch the skein of fate to see that survival was improbable.
She was needed elsewhere. She shouldn't die, freezing, clinging to a weaponized man. She shifted his weight again, and pulled forward with her spear, panting again as she passed under twenty-meter-high declarations of war, pulling through the winter.
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"Inquisitor."
Inquisitor Madek snorted sharply, blinking away the sleep. He frowned. He was cold. He should have packed more clothes than just a cassock. An idiotic desire to empathize with the guardsmen perhaps.
"I've heard tell that cleanliness is one of the signs of divinity," Madek roused, sitting up, slipping on an ill-fitting gentle smile, "I don't think I have to fear any usurpation here.
What is it, Felix?"
"The storm," Felix pointed out to the wall, where some diodes sputtered, "The corpus mechanica would be better served if I-"
"I can barely give a damn, we're on the road to the spaceport, we can get it fixed there."
"That's another thing," Lieutenant Ardrin, resembling nothing more than a big black fly came into the room, holding a buzzing comm, "The city, currently our forces command it and will be reinforced, but, the agents of Chaos are attacking it. They hold the entrance to the city we're heading for."
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Love Can Bloom - The Complete Edition: A Warhammer 40K Heretical Fanfiction
Fanfiction"One or a thousand, I will kill them all." That is the code the Vindicare assassin LII.VI/52.6 follows in service to the Offico Assassinorum of the Imperium of Man. Sent to kill a young Eldar Farseer named Taldeer, who is wounded from a battle on t...
