Blood Angels 2 - Deus Encarmine by Warhammer

Author:Warhammer [Warhammer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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“No, that won’t do.” Stele said conversationally. “That won’t happen.”

Horin’s mechadendrites stiffened. “The message stated—”

Stele shook his head. “There was no message. You came here to kill me.”

The astropath’s hood jerked, as if the statement had been a slap in the face. “What is the

meaning of this?”

The inquisitor cocked his head to get a look at Horin’s hidden face, and from nowhere, hot

sparks of colour began to lick around his fingers. Stele’s eyes flashed with witch-fire. “Dance for

me,” he whispered.

The astropath froze, he had been granted one terrible moment to understand just what Stele’s

intentions were. Then his muscles rebelled against all conscious controls and the elderly psyker’s

mind-barriers shattered. Unable to stop himself, he launched at the inquisitor with clawed fingers

and bared teeth. “Nuuuuhh—”

Stele worked a bore of mental energy into the centre of Horin’s mind and twisted it. The

astropath spat and hissed like an animal. His eyes revealed the terrified truth that he had no

command over his own flesh. “Guards!” Stele shouted at the top of his lungs. “Help me!”

The two Blood Angels raced into the room to see the inquisitor wrestling with Horin. “The

astropath is tainted! The warp has poisoned him with madness!” Stele gave the old man a vicious

shove and he stumbled back a few steps.

The Marines needed no further prompting. They tore Horin apart with snap-fire bursts from their

bolters. Shells ripped exotic metals and bionics from age-spotted skin and brittle bone.

Stele slumped to the ornate tiled floor, and one of the Blood Angels came to him. “Lord, are you

injured?”

He made a play of weariness. “Terra be praised, I am unhurt. If you had not been so quick, the

turncoat could have killed me…”

The other Marine nudged Horin’s corpse with his boot. “It is dead,” he pronounced, somewhat

redundantly. “Another warp-witch too weak to resist.”

“Yes.” Stele agreed, rising to his feet, “the siren call of the empyrean is strong enough to exploit

even the smallest deficiency in the servants of the Emperor.”

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