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Brother Lazarus
For the blood of the fallen! For the eternal glory of the Chapter and the Golden Throne! Suffer not the unclean to live!" He lunged forward, swinging his chainsword with his one remaining arm as the Dark Apostle turned to face him, weapon already in hand.
"Blinded fool!" The Apostle hissed, blocking the marine's attack with a flick of his defiled Crozius. "Can you not see you are doomed? You are dying, there is no hope for you on this path." He dodged another predictable attack from the enraged Space Marine. "Not even the finest amoungst your pittiful crusade could best me. Do you honestly belive that so young a brother such as yourself could stand a chance before me?"
Khorga, of the Word Bearers leigion, had plagued the Crusade for decades, slowly picking off it's finest warriors from a cowardly distance before finally engaging them in this Chaos-spanned conflict from the past year. "The light will only lead to your demise, dear brother, join me. End your needles suffering and become my right hand. Together, we shall forge our own Empire amoungst the ruins of your Imperium.
The Templar collapsed, well past the point of exhaustion. The traitor's whisperings were taking their toll on the inexperienced marine, he couldn't ignore them.
"Join me brother, I beg you. Do not suffer such a needless death."
He managed to turn himself around, staring up into Khorga's bloodshot eyes. Hatred seemed to radiate out from them, 10,000 years of contemptment caused by the Great Heresy. The... the creature had personally killed most of his bretheren. It had watched as the death screams of his brothers defied Chaos to their end. The strongest warriors of the chapter, reduced almost to tears by this walking blasphemy. He couldn't turn his back on that.
Leaning against a relatively intact wall, he painfully stood, blood seeping from a dozen open wounds seeping from his back. He would fight. He would bring justice to his fallen bretheren or die trying.
"I am not your brother, heretic." He spat, tightening his grip on his weapon. He looked at Khorga, the fury of the fallen burning through his body, surpassing even the hatred in the traitor's eyes.
"So be it. I have little patience for this world anymore. You have given me some enjoyment Marine. Your death shall be swift." Khorga raised his weapon - barely supressed energy flickering between the ainchient, cursed blades of his Crozius.
It took the last, final reserves of the marine's energy, but he thrust forward, gouging a massive chunk out of his adversary's flank, making him scream out in pain.
"I am Battle Brother Elias Lazarus. You killed my bretheren. You have defiled the Emperor's citys, murdered His people and defied His will. On this day and by the blood of those who have fallen before me in battle, I shall end you." He lashed forward with his chainsword, an endless rage carrying him above the dehabilitating pain of his injuries. The countless wirring teeth buckled and spat as the heavy weapon clashed with Khorga's armour, reducing all it came into contact with to mere fragments.
Khorga stepped back, screaming in agony. He tripped over the body of one of his guards, sending him across the floor of the runined chapel. Lazarus crept forward, his weapon pointed at the traitor as he moved, breathing deeply.
"Please, brother, don't let it end like this." Khorga whispered, trying to crawl away from the towering form of Lazarus. "You can still join me, we can still rule this world together."
"You are guilty of Heresy of the highest order, armed rebellion and the destruction of countless lives. Where are your dark Gods now, heretic?" Khorga merely smiled, a faint blue glow eminating from his body as Lazarus readied his weapon for the final blow.
The bolt round tore through his armour, forcing the crippled marine to the floor. The last thing Lazarus saw before trauma and sheer fatigue overcame him was the slowly dissapearing form of Khorga rising to his feet.
"Blinded fool!" The Apostle hissed, blocking the marine's attack with a flick of his defiled Crozius. "Can you not see you are doomed? You are dying, there is no hope for you on this path." He dodged another predictable attack from the enraged Space Marine. "Not even the finest amoungst your pittiful crusade could best me. Do you honestly belive that so young a brother such as yourself could stand a chance before me?"
Khorga, of the Word Bearers leigion, had plagued the Crusade for decades, slowly picking off it's finest warriors from a cowardly distance before finally engaging them in this Chaos-spanned conflict from the past year. "The light will only lead to your demise, dear brother, join me. End your needles suffering and become my right hand. Together, we shall forge our own Empire amoungst the ruins of your Imperium.
The Templar collapsed, well past the point of exhaustion. The traitor's whisperings were taking their toll on the inexperienced marine, he couldn't ignore them.
"Join me brother, I beg you. Do not suffer such a needless death."
He managed to turn himself around, staring up into Khorga's bloodshot eyes. Hatred seemed to radiate out from them, 10,000 years of contemptment caused by the Great Heresy. The... the creature had personally killed most of his bretheren. It had watched as the death screams of his brothers defied Chaos to their end. The strongest warriors of the chapter, reduced almost to tears by this walking blasphemy. He couldn't turn his back on that.
Leaning against a relatively intact wall, he painfully stood, blood seeping from a dozen open wounds seeping from his back. He would fight. He would bring justice to his fallen bretheren or die trying.
"I am not your brother, heretic." He spat, tightening his grip on his weapon. He looked at Khorga, the fury of the fallen burning through his body, surpassing even the hatred in the traitor's eyes.
"So be it. I have little patience for this world anymore. You have given me some enjoyment Marine. Your death shall be swift." Khorga raised his weapon - barely supressed energy flickering between the ainchient, cursed blades of his Crozius.
It took the last, final reserves of the marine's energy, but he thrust forward, gouging a massive chunk out of his adversary's flank, making him scream out in pain.
"I am Battle Brother Elias Lazarus. You killed my bretheren. You have defiled the Emperor's citys, murdered His people and defied His will. On this day and by the blood of those who have fallen before me in battle, I shall end you." He lashed forward with his chainsword, an endless rage carrying him above the dehabilitating pain of his injuries. The countless wirring teeth buckled and spat as the heavy weapon clashed with Khorga's armour, reducing all it came into contact with to mere fragments.
Khorga stepped back, screaming in agony. He tripped over the body of one of his guards, sending him across the floor of the runined chapel. Lazarus crept forward, his weapon pointed at the traitor as he moved, breathing deeply.
"Please, brother, don't let it end like this." Khorga whispered, trying to crawl away from the towering form of Lazarus. "You can still join me, we can still rule this world together."
"You are guilty of Heresy of the highest order, armed rebellion and the destruction of countless lives. Where are your dark Gods now, heretic?" Khorga merely smiled, a faint blue glow eminating from his body as Lazarus readied his weapon for the final blow.
The bolt round tore through his armour, forcing the crippled marine to the floor. The last thing Lazarus saw before trauma and sheer fatigue overcame him was the slowly dissapearing form of Khorga rising to his feet.
One of my first pieces of Fan-fic, based around my Black Templar Chaplain in Warhammer 40,000 and how he came to be. On my \"Still to be finished\" list.
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