Blood Angels 01-02 Omnibus by Onbekend

Author:Onbekend [Onbekend]
Format: epub
Published: 2010-06-04T19:43:40.913000+00:00

EPILOGUE

A Messiah was created that day amid the people of Shen-long. In the depths of the factory, the low born joined the Blood Angels and the people of the upper cities, killing every last Word Bearer that dared to defile the planet with their existence. The lesser daemons that Iskavan had released were culled and their bodies were burnt in the huge fusion smelters that made the biggest of the Empire's bombs. Across the city the voices of Astartes and civilian alike praised Arkio's name. He walked among them, the ragged remains of his armour clinging to his chest and the great angelic wings unfurled behind him like magnificent white sails. The rise of the new crimson angel began on the ashes of traitors, as it was meant to be.

Rafen awoke to find Alactus standing over him. 'Gently.’ he said. 'Your healing trance is not long ended.

Arkio...' Rafen began, coming to his feet. His head swam and there were darts of agony all over him, but his flesh felt whole. He knew this uncomfortable, vulnerable sensation from battles past. His bones were still knitting, and his altered skin and organs were working him back to full strength. By the colour of his new scars, he knew that little time had passed since the battle with Iskavan.

'The Blessed speaks today.' Alactus said. 'He personally charged me with the task of standing sentinel here.' The Marine practically beamed as he said it. Rafen frowned; where was the man who had disputed Arkio on Cybele?

Rafen cast around for his equipment. 'My wargear?'

'Ruined.’ Alactus replied. The tech-adepts have salvaged some elements, but it will not serve you again. Sachiel has ordered a fresh suit of armour be consecrated for your use.' He paused. 'Your bolter survived intact. It is at the armoury.'

Rafen donned a set of robes, noticing the altered Blood Angel's symbol on them, with the gold halo and spear. 'What's this?'

The people have created it. They wear it to honour him.'

Anger crossed Rafen's face and he tore the sigil off. 'I'll carry the mark of our Chapter and no other,' he growled. Take me to Arkio.'

That may not be possible. The Blessed is preparing to address the warriors of the reborn-'

Then take me to the chapel!' Rafen broke in. 'Or else get out of my way!'

Stele glanced over the balcony at the plaza. There was barely an inch of room out there, with the red shapes of the Blood Angels massing in silent, reverent ranks and the crimson sashes of the zealot army. Already, the warriors of the reborn were swelling with new conscripts every day, more even than could fit aboard Bellus. He tapped a finger on his lips as he studied them. Soon, he would have Sachiel select a thousand of the most ardent to accompany Arkio on his return to Baal. A smile threatened to emerge as he wondered what the great Dante would say when confronted with such a sight.

He sensed Ulan's approach and turned to her. She bowed low.

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