Dark Uprising by Games Workshop LTD

Author:Games Workshop LTD
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Publisher: Games Workshop LTD
Published: 2019-02-26T14:52:25+00:00

Warpsmith Haxul recognised the occult splendour of a Master of Possession. A sorcerer, and consorter with daemonkind. Hatred filled his throat like bile, choking him. He despised nothing as much as these duplicitous conjurers.

The malformed throng prostrated themselves before the newcomer, as if he were a saviour come to deliver them from their worthless lives. They parted, bowing and wailing, as he passed them by, and made his way before the Warpsmith. Haxul tried to raise his bolt pistol, but the horned warrior placed a boot upon his wrist.

‘Traitor,’ hissed Haxul. ‘Fool. Do you know what you have done? The Warmaster himself granted me command of the Forge Infernus. Do you think he will forgive this? When the forge fires dim and production grinds to a halt, he will discover what you have done here. What do you think he will do to you then, sorcerer?’ He spat the last word as an insult.

‘The fires will not go out,’ said the Master of Possession, kneeling before Haxul. ‘They will burn fiercer than ever. You put your faith in metal, Warpsmith, but such simple, crude matter cannot hope to contain the raw potentiality of the empyrean. This is why I have come. Why I have liberated this place from your wasteful ignorance.’

Malevolent things danced triumphantly above Haxul, their half-formed faces leering and mouths drooling as they revelled in their freedom.

‘You will burn for this,’ Haxul growled.

‘Perhaps. But not today, I think. Fear not, Warpsmith. This may not be your end, either. You will serve the Octed faithfully, if you survive.’

Haxul spat blood in his tormentor’s face. The figure did not flinch as the acidic gore splattered across his helm.

‘A worthy vessel indeed,’ the sorcerer said, lowering the tip of his staff towards Haxul’s torn chest. ‘Your reward shall be immortality, of a kind. Accept the blessing of enlightenment.’

As the death’s-head totem touched his flesh, it flared with unholy light. Agony and horror filled his mind as he felt something clawing its way out of him, not just through his living flesh, but through his very soul. He fought, matching his boundless rage against the intrusion, pouring every ounce of his will into the battle.

It was not enough. What remained of Haxul was devoured, and into the hollow cell of his flesh poured something ancient and nameless and filled with terrible delight. When at last his tortured, twisted body opened its eyes, it was not the Warpsmith that peered out from them.

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