Trials of Azrael by C Z Dunn

Author:C Z Dunn
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-11-17T00:00:00+00:00

SCENE SEVEN - INT. REVENGE

ATMOS: THE THICK OF BATTLE. KHRN CONTINUES HIS BLOODY RAMPAGE.

Khornate cultists traded shots with the remnants of Imperial Guard regiments and crew members who had taken up arms in defence of the Revenge. In the tight confines of the ship’s corridors there was no escape on either side from the barrage and scores of bodies already littered the deck. The forces converged on each other, the combat becoming close quarters and intense, knives drawn from within the folds of robes, rifles used as impromptu clubs.

In full killing frenzy, the cultists revelled in the slaughter, the deck painted crimson with their enemies’ blood, the screams of the butchered like music to their ears. A new instrument of death joined their chorus, its player a virtuoso in the art of murder.

FX - CHAINAXE GETTING CLOSER.

The Chosen of Khorne waded into the melee and, for the briefest of moments, the cultists were glad to have him at their side, the fate of their foes irrevocably sealed by the presence of the World Eater.

FX - CHEERING, LIKE THAT OF A RIOTING MOB.

Their joy soon gave way to terror as Khârn ploughed through the throng, Gorechild’s thirst sated by the blood of friend and foe alike as it indiscriminately tore bodies apart. Like his patron, Khârn cared not from whence the blood flowed.

FX - NOISE OF THE CHAINAXE BUILDS TO A CRESCENDO, AS DO THE SCREAMS. AGAIN, MILK THIS.

Left to their own devices, the two sides could have battled for the better part of an hour, attrition eventually granting the victory to whoever could outlast the other. Thanks to Khârn’s intervention, it lasted less than a minute.

FX - MOANS OF A SINGLE DYING MAN.

Drenched from head to foot in gore the same colour as the armour beneath, Khârn advanced towards the lone survivor. A cultist, both legs severed beneath the knee, had dragged himself along the corridor, a thick crimson smear in his wake. He had come to rest beneath the number seven hundred and two stencilled in black on the bare metal bulkhead where he was slowly bleeding out.

CULTIST: Wh.. why? We follow… the same path. My devotion is only… only to the Blood God.

KHRN: Khorne does not want your devotion, wretch.

FX - CHAINAXE REVVING.

KHRN: Only your skull.

The massacre complete, Khârn continued his pursuit of Azrael.

FX - ARMOURED FOOTSTEPS HEADING INTO THE DISTANCE.

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