The Threshold of Damnation by Games Workshop Ltd

Author:Games Workshop Ltd
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Publisher: Games Workshop Ltd
Published: 2019-02-28T09:54:06+00:00

The scent of burning human bone wound through the bridge as the incense of communion was lit, and the rough syllables of the dark tongue growled out of the sorcerer’s vox-plate, echoed by a dozen of its acolytes. The air above the octogram began to shimmer, as if in a heat haze, and then resolve.

The red eye lenses and distorted maw of the Worldclaimer swam into focus, lit from below by eight candles of flesh-tallow. The sorcerer bowed, and retreated into shadow.

‘Haarken,’ said the Warmaster. ‘Speak.’

‘We have brought fire and damnation in your name, my lord, but not conquest,’ said his herald, his voice overlaid with a dozen Daemon-echoes. ‘Not yet.’

‘I am conquest given form,’ said the Warmaster, opening his arms wide. ‘And here I am. Who stands against me?’

‘The Lord Macragge, four of his fellow masters, and their Chapters. The Ecclesiarchy and their Sororitas. The Knights of Dharrovar and Terryn. And the soldiery.’

Abaddon sighed, and looked away in disgust. ‘I am disappointed in Guilliman’s lack of foresight,’ he said. ‘The head of that pompous fool Calgar upon my bridge will have to do.’

‘Time runs short,’ said the herald. ‘I spoke of this planet’s doom two lunar months hence. The Helspear bit deep, as ever. The claim was made. Yet the planet’s defenders believe it to be an idle boast.’

‘It could not be more true,’ said Abaddon, his hand straying to Drach’nyen in its scabbard to reassure it that the slaughter was close at hand. He motioned for the greater teleportarium decks to be activated, and a clutch of servitors spasmed into sudden life. ‘This world will burn, that much is certain, and become that which it hates the most.’ He smiled, his pointed teeth the leer of a shark.

‘You will die to a man,’ said his Space Marine captive, venom under the agony in his voice. ‘Vigilus will not fall!’

‘Enough.’

Abaddon made a curt gesture, extinguishing the incense bowl and thus ending the communique with his herald. He strode over to the captive, drawing Drach’nyen from its scabbard. It made a slick, ugly sound, like that of a cinder drake licking its fangs. The Daemon sword screamed in hideous anticipation as its glowing tip was lowered towards the captive’s throat.

With a deft and practised flick, the Warmaster gouged out the fallen warrior’s progenoid glands with the tip of his hateful blade. The captive spat at Abaddon, acidic spittle sizzling on the Warmaster’s boot.

‘Show him,’ said Abaddon.

The Daemon sword Drach’nyen glowed as it let the Space Marine glimpse the full futility of his struggle before his death. His eyes went wide.

‘No,’ managed the loyalist.

‘Yes,’ said Abaddon, nodding sagely. ‘Vigilus has already fallen.’

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