This story is an unofficial story based, without permission, on the Warhammer/Warhammer 40,000 intellectual property owned by Games Workshop Ltd.
With a loud explosion that rocked the whole of the castle, the wooden entrance doors burst open in a shower of smoke and splinters. Like flying spears the splinters flew through the air and across the courtyard, into the remaining Reavers. From the explosion Grailin emerged, followed by Sergeant Gevedin flexing his lightning claws.
Grailin looked across the courtyard to see Both Captain Syakotus and Sergeant Korde heading towards him.
"Captain thank the Emperor that you still live." Grailin said bowing his head at the arrival of Syakotus.
The four crimson fists looked above them at the sudden sound of what sounded like screeching woman's voice. Taking the lead Syakotus ran towards the gothic entrance way to the tower above. Once inside the tower Syakotus looked around at his surroundings. The floor was like a black laced marble, covered over by puddles of blood. In the far corner were the intestines of a fallen victim, spread out, covering the spiral stairway. Grailin looked across the room to see white marble benches broken and tossed aside, yet still covered in the remains of monks and preachers that had once occupied the gothic castle.
"You are here, my servant of the Emperor. Come, come, breathe me in."
Syakotus dropped to his knees, rubbing his head.
"Grrrumm. Grailin," he said, rolling over on to his side, releasing his hold of the power sword.
Grailin dash across to him. "Captain...Fight it...what ever it is, fight it."
Syakotus rolled on to his back, scrunched up into a ball. "I'm...trying...but it's too strong."
"Gevedin, cover the entrance. Korde, cover the stairs," he said, looking down on Syakotus. "Captain, I sense whatever calls you is above us."
"We should have...informed...Chapter Masteeeeeer...Graaaa..."
With that Syakotus rose up to his feet as if possessed by something. Picking up his power sword he began his way to the spiral stairway.
Grailin spun around from the sudden intrusion of Necron Flayed Ones emerging from the entrance. Gevedin pounced at them. Flexing his lightning claws he attacked the first one. Holding out his hand, Grailin began to summon a lightning strike, but was cut short by the gauss blasts of the Necron foot soldiers following the Flayed Ones in. The ground beneath his feet gave way, taking him down with the smashed marble floor.
"Caaaaaaptaaa..."
Syakotus turned only to witness the Flayed Ones pull Gevedin apart piece by piece. One of them ripped his first heart from his chest and flung it across the black stained floor.
Three krak grenades flew over his head into the approaching Necrons, blowing them apart.
"Captain, c'mon," bellowed Korde, looking down from half way up the stairs.
Korde turned from the sound of approaching foot steps. Above him was the mutated radical Salvanfor holding a plasma pistol down at him. The plasma shot from the barrel into Korde's Chest, carrying its way through his back and bouncing into the black brick work of the stairway's wall. Blood sprayed from his chest in a shower, spreading its way upwards, whilst the blood from his back dripped backwards down the stairway. The Sergeant dropped to his knees, releasing his grip of his thunder hammer.
"Noooooooooo," bellowed Syakotus, beginning to race up the stairway towards Korde. Raising his arm with the wrist mounted storm bolter, he began firing off bolt shells that thudded into the walls, showering specks of dust down. Salvanfor retreated back up the stairway.
Korde dropped backwards, slamming his back against the dark stairs. Syakotus dropped to his knees, gripping the Sergeant's left hand tightly, then watched the blood flow from his mouth.
"Korde, stay with me."
Korde looked into Syakotus' face with a slight smile.
"My time has come."
"Damn you, stay with me my mentor, my friend."
Korde coughed out some blood before the weakness of his body shutting down caught up with him.
"Captain...you can defeat this bastard...uuhh...do not let him win."
Syakotus held Korde's head up. "I'm afraid. I have been taunted by visions of the Necrosphere. I'm afraid of the Necrosphere and what it wants of me."
"Use the guidance and wisdom Chapter Master Kantor will have given uurrgh... you."
"He has given me none; Gralin's counsel advised me against informing Chapter Master Kantor. I feel I have failed the Chapter and the Emperor."
"You know what you have to do. You know what you must do. It is not the Emperor we live for it is Rogal Dorn... uurgh."
Korde took a tight grip of Syakotus' hand. "Remember this. I lived for the chapter...not the Emperor...But for the chapter, uurrgh." With that his grip of Syakotus' hand slipped away.
"You will not be forgotten my friend," Syakotus said softly, gently resting his head back down in his own blood.
Once he was back on his feet he released the catch around his wrist, letting the storm bolter drop to the stairs and down. Then, clenching his power sword with both hands, he slowly made his way up the stairs.
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