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Azekh Ahriman ran across the field to rally his men into a sprint. The being, some of which has whispered to be a god, had cursed their machines into non-functioning with the lightning that was above their heads.
He watched as the Tazaangors, Beastmen of Tzeentch, charged themselves into the Custodian Guard and were quickly slaughtered by the dozen like pieces of wheat in a field. Some of them even had their lives taken by the being that stood above them all, a single gesture of his finger smiting them with a flurry of starfire.
With a second’s thought he tried to look into the future, to see what was to happen. Yet without his tutulary he was blind to the future. He did not have the powers himself to see anything past his own eyes and as such could never really tell the future anymore.
He had become too reliant on such abilities, he knew. Such was the damnation of his Legion.
“FORWARD! FOR MAGNUS, FOR PROSPERO!” He shouted at the top of his lungs while holding his enchanted staff high above his head.
His Astartes were receptive to his pleas and the Daemons could hear the anguish in his voice. They were thirsting at the chance to eat his soul and take for it the bounty that he keeps denying them. How the flesh underneath his body crept as it attempted to further resist the Flesh Change.
There were only a Thousand of them left, and he was commanding one of their last Companies. Given the task by Magnus Ahriman was to advance as close as he could to allow the arrival of the main force.
Reaching forward with his will Ahriman released a torrent of magic into the Custodians that were guarding the line. There was a Blank, a Pariah, standing among them. Said person however was quickly overwhelmed as Ahirman was quickly joined by three other sorcerers to light the torrent of flame into the force.
The Pariah died and so did the Custodians around him, giving him a ratio of one to one on kills to deaths. Each sorcerer was trying to achieve it the same way, some coming out on top while others were simply killed by random strikes of lightning.
Ahriman had experienced a grave amount of terrors and fears in his lifetime, but none of them were like this. He only felt worse as he looked up to see the being who had killed their initial attempt to drive a stake into the line of Custodians.
It was TalOS DAV1S, Primarch of the Second Legion. Just like his own Father it seemed that TalOS had ascended to something more than human.
>Strike down the Marine
>Bargain with him, his life for service
>He does not die here. Begone Ahriman.
