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The moon was red tonight. Ever since the daemon landed.
Lucen looked up from his hovel at the night sky. He was remembering fonder days when the moon was a light to him in the dark, helping him find his way back home to his loving parents. Now it just made him wish he were dead even more than when the sun came up.
He remembered the weeks leading up to the storms of blood. Preacher Thane had warned them but the town would not listen. “He is getting old” Lucen’s father had said. “He’s starting to forget things and he’s getting confused.” Lucen remembered looking up into his eyes that day. “Don’t worry. Nothing will happen to us. The Emperor protects.”
Then an axe fell down upon his father’s head and Lucen ran away screaming as the tide of blood began to engulf his town.
That was two weeks ago. Ever since then he had hidden in the woods, in a small abandoned hovel. And he was starving.
He looked down and saw pecker beetles scurrying across the dirt. Away from him, away from something breathing behind him. He looked up, and there stood a red painted daemon. A hoofed foot came crashing down upon his head.
The bloodletter Janek howled into the night. He looked down upon the pitiful corpse of the human child and smeared its broken skull across the ground with his hoof.
‘The cleansing of the southern continent is almost complete my lord…’ he said into the night air in front of him, knowing that wherever the greater daemon was he would hear him.
‘You are doing well Janek’ came his reply, ‘continue the slaughter. The oceans will be filled with blood before the Imperium comes to reclaim its miserable world.’
Janek lifted his head to the sky and sniffed. Another thirty humans sweating in the sweet smell of fear shivered in fear just a few miles south.
‘Blood for the true god…’
Lucen looked up from his hovel at the night sky. He was remembering fonder days when the moon was a light to him in the dark, helping him find his way back home to his loving parents. Now it just made him wish he were dead even more than when the sun came up.
He remembered the weeks leading up to the storms of blood. Preacher Thane had warned them but the town would not listen. “He is getting old” Lucen’s father had said. “He’s starting to forget things and he’s getting confused.” Lucen remembered looking up into his eyes that day. “Don’t worry. Nothing will happen to us. The Emperor protects.”
Then an axe fell down upon his father’s head and Lucen ran away screaming as the tide of blood began to engulf his town.
That was two weeks ago. Ever since then he had hidden in the woods, in a small abandoned hovel. And he was starving.
He looked down and saw pecker beetles scurrying across the dirt. Away from him, away from something breathing behind him. He looked up, and there stood a red painted daemon. A hoofed foot came crashing down upon his head.
The bloodletter Janek howled into the night. He looked down upon the pitiful corpse of the human child and smeared its broken skull across the ground with his hoof.
‘The cleansing of the southern continent is almost complete my lord…’ he said into the night air in front of him, knowing that wherever the greater daemon was he would hear him.
‘You are doing well Janek’ came his reply, ‘continue the slaughter. The oceans will be filled with blood before the Imperium comes to reclaim its miserable world.’
Janek lifted his head to the sky and sniffed. Another thirty humans sweating in the sweet smell of fear shivered in fear just a few miles south.
‘Blood for the true god…’