Smile At Me
The broken man knelt before Sidonius, his breath heavy and his chest heaving. The cracks on the man's Flak armour were stained with small rivers of the wearer's blood, faded green paint turning dark with the red of his life blood. His face, plain and honest, was scrunched up in pain and confusion at his body's new paint job, his eyes going dull with the effort of keeping his mind and his heart working at the same time. Sidonius, a man of the Black Army Traitor Regiment, was personally very pleased at this man's suffering, and doubly pleased that his own black armour was only witness to other's blood, and not his own. The broken man, with his scruffed boots and cracked Flak Armour, was a survivor of Orelius's sack of this city, and Sidonius himself had delivered the many brutal hammer blows that brought this Guardsman to his knees. He was a Sergeant, and now his task was to torture this man into given him further information.
Now he smiled, his hard face barely making any motion despite Sidonius's attempt, and his teeth glinted in the dim light of the broken man's death place. He brandished a thin, wicked looking knife, one of the only reason Sidonius has managed to survive the many melees that would of robbed him of his mortal life, and now gave the broken man a promising look. The man seemed not to of noticed, as he was far too focused on the blood already trickling down his leg. Sidonius laughed a very coarse laugh, and heaved the man to his feet. Looking straight in the Guardsman's small eyes, Sidonius plunged the unforgiving knife into the knee of the Imperial slave. His victim yelped, and started whimpering out a pathetic song that pleased Sidonius greatly. This was by far the best part of being a free man in the service of the Dark Gods, the fact that, once you survived, you got the best rewards!
"Tell me, fool..do you cherish anything in your meager existence? Has your dead Emperor given you leave to have a wife, or a child? Or have they died in the endless Hab Complexes, with their unforgiving walls and their blatant poverty? I'll tell you this, you pig, if you give me the information I need, perhaps the Powers will see fit to leave you with life! Perhaps they'll see fit not to guide my blade into your beckoning throat you dog!" Sidonius screamed in the man's face. There was something about a man that had the skulls of humans dangling on his belt, barking in your face, that made people break.
"Please don't kill me! PLEASE! Please I know nothing, I am nothing, please!" the broken man was cowering in the corner by this point, his injured knee quaking and his heart pumping blood happily out of his cuts.
"That is not good enough. Tell me, now, or you'll see find yourself drowned in blood." Sidonius smirked, and licked the blood already on his blade. There was nothing better than taking the life of some pathetic piece of meat.
"I don't kno-" Sidonius didn't let the man finish, as he didn't have the patience to hear any more dribble. He lovingly started to saw away the man's head from his shoulders with the serrated edge of his knife, and the man replied by leaning back and screaming away whatever time he had left. Back and forth the blade went, wedging itself deeper in to its new nest as if it were an animal shying away into it's abode. The man's liquids sprayed into the air, showering Sidonius in a lovely rain! He smiled one last smile as he finished up, taking the man's head and skewering it on the hook on his belt.
As he exited the small ruin, he looked about the blasted city before him. The mutilated corpses of captured Guardsmen strung about whatever buildings remained, some alive and crying, some long dead and crawling with Nurgle's life. Shards of metal from blasted wrecks were laying no the ground, whatever else remained of those war machines already made into blades or put into Renegade tanks. Sidonius walked amongst the ruins, the broken man's head bumping against his thighs along with his two comrade's skulls, as he headed towards the Champion's tent. He entered the pavilion, its door flanked by two spitted Commissars, its roof coated in the blood of Priests.
Inside, the exalted Champion stood waiting. He noticed the head, instantly, his Daemon gifted eyes showing the mirth his mouth did not. He nodded to Sidonius, his favoured Sergeant, and spoke in happy tone.
"My dear Sidonius, it matters not that you failed in that small task. Come, and see where we head now. You know that these pathetic Imperials try endlessly to take back what they failed to hold, and so that is what happening now. Warhound Orelius has opted to meet these cattle in the field, and put them in the ground. The mutant hordes are already charging, and our task is to take them on the flanks. My dear Sergeant, I feel today will be the day Tzeentch recognizes your ambition, do you not feel the same?"
Sidonius was content..perhaps today he may receive the blessing of the Gods! "Yes, my master, I do. Am I to lead our men?"
The Champion bashed his Eight Pointed Star-etched chest, the scars of his body grinning at Sidonius. "The Gods deem it proper. Go forth, my new Champion, and break their backs. For the Dark Gods, brother."
As the Renegade Guardsmen started screaming their glee outside of the pavilion, their weapons belching fire into the air and their tanks starting up Warp-fed engines, Sidonius drew hammer. As they formed ranks and entered their transports, as they prepared to slaughter their game, Sidonius raised his ornate weapon into the air and spoke his promise to his Master.
"My lord, none shall leave this place unbloodied. They shall feel fear today, and know this; the Gods will smile on us both, as I quench their bloodlust! For the Powers!"
The Dark Gods watch over me, with cruel smiles and burning eyes, and my wrathful hand shall murder innocents so their gaze stays on me!
Last edited by zacktheRipper; 03-25-12 at 05:02 AM.