Eye of Terror by Warhammer

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

Barrington J. Bayley «Eye of Terror»

Cracking his whip once more, the Bloodthirster flexed his body and whirled the battleaxe over his head. 'Eye of Tzeentch, I know your name!'

The lie was intended to startle the Feathered Lord, to put fear into him and render him open to the Bloodthirster's onrush, even if only momentarily. The Chi'khami'tzann Tsunoi cackled with amusement. What simpletons the servants of Khorne were! To think a Lord of Change could be deceived so! He crooned soft syllables, the etheric equivalent of spell-runes. The baleful black blade aimed at his craning neck slowed, as if hacking through thick tar. The daemon within strained to add its strength to the Bloodthirster's, groaning audibly as if it sought to be free. For some moments the axe hovered, moving neither one way nor the other.

Suddenly the Khorne daemon withdrew the weapon. Throwing down his whip, he made the sign of blood-honour.

'You are worthy, Eye of Tzeentch. But that does not make us comrades.'

The Lord of Change clucked and cawed. In the warp there was no friendship. Though emotion was the warp's chief constituent, that emotion was raw and primeval. If friendship had any counterpart, it was the Khorne sense of battle companion.

'We are not finished yet, Drinker of Blood. We will stage the contest. If I win, you will give me what I want. If you win, I will give you a dozen worlds of your choosing.'

'I am to trust a servant of the Great Betrayer?'

The Chi'khami'tzann Tsunoi's beak clacked shut. He turned his head from side to side, studying the berserker image of the Bloodthirster with his stony gaze. It was common for greater daemons of different lords not to understand one another's motives, despite their high intelligence. The one exception was a Feathered Lord, practised in studying the hopes and fears of every living thing, whether of the physical world or the Chaos Realms.

'Yes, you are to trust a servant of the Great Betrayer. To betray visibly is to destroy one's own plans. To betray without reason is foolishness.'

The Deathbringer of Khorne, accustomed to turning his huge axe on his own followers in his bloodlust if the enemy should all be slaughtered before his berserker rage was slaked, moved threateningly on hearing this. He seemed to suspect he was being insulted.

'Come!' he barked, in a voice that was a challenge. 'We go to the contest!'

The two spread their wings, one feathered, one membranous.

It is an advantage of being a greater daemon that the quality of size, the greatest of restrictions placed on merely physical beings, means nothing. Size is a property of matter only. The disparate pair, allies of convenience if events fell that way, flew through the Door, the narrow pass through which all this time the forces of Chaos had been trying to overcome the Materium. Spread before them was what, in comparison with the galaxy in its entirety, was but an antechamber. Still they could fly here, for the space of the warp and the

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