Corvus' lightning sheathed sword cut through clear air as he swung for his traitorous kin. His stumble to the parched ground was greeted with bursting, hysterical cackling from a million different directions. His brow furrowed as he studied the six apparitions stood before him.
Magnus stood apart from the others, ever watching, ever mindful. His aura was a majestic hue of floating, shifting ethereal colours, his form barely visible. His great peircing eye watched Corax as he gathered himself slowly. Futher still stood the Night Haunter, surrounded by darkness and despair. As the Raven set his eyes upon him, the corrupted air grew cold, and the sky dimmed. Eyes, blacker than night, were filled with the dread of futures yet to pass.
Bunched together, crowded like a gang of labourers or a squad of disgruntled soldiers, stood the vilest, and most twisted betrayers of humanity. Angron, the World Eater, whose name inspired fear and horror across the length and breadth of the Imperium, heaved angrily. His face was warped into a veneer of sheer brutality, all semblances of his former nobility shredded. He regarded Corax with unforgiving eyes, anger held in check by the merest of threads. Beside him stood a hulking leviathan of pistons and hissing steam. Raw anger, of a different kind from his red brother, emanated from this avatar of war, a combination of mechanical abomination and gene-forged terror. Perturabo stood, staring, unblinking into broken sunlight.
In regal form, a purple and gold-clad ceramite figure stood, his cuirass chased with carvings of ancient battles philosophical works. A shock of white hair, white beyond marble and the terran clouds of old, fall across the perfect being's broad shoulders. Fulgrim stood high, his shimmering sword never far from his side. In this case, he held it asif to support his weight, or his guilt. Corax couldn't decide.
'Where is Horus? Where is my beloved brother?' Corvus said coldly. 'I would show him the error of his ways.' His thick fingers brushed the hilt of his power sword ever so slightly.
'He couldn't make it.' Said a chuckling voice, arising from behind the gathering. Lorgar shimmered as he spoke, his bronze skin glinting in the light. 'He is bringing illumination to our Father's empire.'
'He is bringing death and destruction, are you mad?' Corax raised his voice higher in desperation. 'Are you all mad? What have you become?'
'You would not belie-'
'Be quiet, Traitor. I will face you now, each one of you, and put you in the ground for this betrayal.'
'Little bird, you are here as our guest. One word and our masters will tear you apart, molecule by molecule.' Said Perturabo, his voice metallic and emotionless.
'No one is my master, Iron Warrior. Not the Emperor, not Horus, not these Gods. I am Angron, Eater of Worlds!' As if emphasising this, Angron crushed a small skull under his enormous boot. It popped and crunched, like an eggshell. At one point, the Night Haunter laughed his despairing laugh.
'Enough!' Corax roared, his blood boiling. 'You will all die the death of a traitor, alone and forgotten, for this madness.'
It was Magnus that spoke this time, his voice soft and lost. 'Let me show you, brother, what lies beyond the realms of reality and time. Let me show you the future which haunts us all.'
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