//Roleplay of an Slaaneshi Chaos Space Marine, Black Legion chosen warrior, Ermac, a dueller, and rival of Lucius the Eternal of the Emperor's Children. And some antecedent.//
~Impressive, your power equals mine, Cuiviénen-Iyl. But you are not alone, my dear. Warlock Idraenor helps you! I can sense him, he cannot hide, from my vision. Quite surprised aren't you? Another pleasure I offer to YOUR god Slaanesh, Cuiviénen-Iyl! *The Nameless Sorcerer arrogantly plagued the warp with his thoughts, knowing that the Farseer Princess is listening.
~That fiend is not my god! It was a mistake to came existant, and it will be tossed back into the shadows where it came from... just as you! ~An effort that you struggling to achive for many millenia... you must be either blind fool, or simply too naive to see a reason. There is no progression, there is no hope...
Nonetheless, my warrior Ermac is on it's way to kill Idraenor. I generosly reveal his location and opportunity to strike. Since we both know, already know, envisioned in the Empyrean...
You entasked Warlock Idraenor to guide the Windrider Troupe, knowing that he will give his life away in the meantime. I'll enjoy every resolve you will try to save him. ~You are bluffing, fallen human. Your convincing is rotting inside, and stands upon empty shadows. Idraenor is well prepared for your warrior, and awaits his arrival, moreover I can only foresee his victory.We shall see, my dear, we shall see... Muhhahahahahahaha.*The echoing evil laugh, escorted Ermac, through the warp to teleport close to the mountain, Idraenor resides on. The warbikes already moved on, only a single ranger, hidden in a sniper position was left to guard the Warlock.
The black power armor, a millenia old Mark V, suffused with spikes, skulls, chains, and dried blood, stepped out of the warp, into reality, once more. An astartes bolt pistol appeared in his left, a weapon once proud icon of servitude in the Lunar Wolves legion, now brutally modified, and replaced by heretical marks of despair. In the muscular right hand, the black gauntlet held a power sword, marking 13 duel victory, also safeguarding an unfinished mark at the pommel, perhaps it is left for a prestigius kill...*
*Down there the imperial line was cornered by its predators of xeno and heretic. The irony of fate, that the reinforcements hurring to help humanity are considered xeno enemy aswell. Idraenor gave his best to guide the units under his command, to ensure the enigmatic effectivity of his race. He was not to disturbed, but he knew he will have to abandon command too soon.
Idraenor heard the single long rifle fire of exotic fine Eldritch creation, soft and swift lamp and sizzling. A hit was connected, but got blocked by the pauldrons of the heresy armor. The armor rushed forward, cold and purposeful.
Another shot, another hit. Now the right arms exposed cables, received it with such an extreme precision, rendering it useless, but Ermac kept going up to the top of the mountain, still wielding his sword.
The distance sintered rapidly, as the armored monster approached. Now being able to respond, Ermac pulled the trigger to fire back at the ranger. Loud roars of bolt shells cut through the air of Gorgolia, and exploded around the hide spot. It caused no harm, and the sharpnel weakly popped down from the wraithbone armor. However it did it's effect; the third shot missed Ermac!
-Now you are mine! *The ranger tried to flee back, but Ermac was already in range, and stopped to take a deadly aimed shot. Right in the heart, the tainted adamantium penetrated the wraithbone, and delivered the explosion inside the rangers organs.
-Shuryia! It can't be! You have entered into your hell mon-keigh! *The warlock stopped focusing his superior psycic abilites, and turned toward Ermac, who sheathed is bolt pistol, and took his sword from the damaged right hand, into his left.*
-Idraenor, I killed your friend! Come, avenge him! I challenge you in the name of the Dark Gods! Your soul will be offered to Slaanesh! *The gruesome helmet's speaker sounded earharmingly gruff. Not to mention the devilish voice, Ermac possessed.*
-Even my body is far beyond your reach, fool.*The two stepped close enough for swordfight. A wychblade glowing in darkblue took the initiative, and stroke upon the left arm. The first attack was a fake, almost got parried, but a quick second cut followed it, getting around the thick power sword. It was bounced off! Ermac sacrificed his right arm, with all his might to punch away the wychblade, which in return cut it off.*
-Hahaha, finally a worthy opponent! I long awaited to feel real pain!-Your pursue for enemies have finally met it's end, mon-keigh. You only came here to make sorrow and dig your grave.*The unnatural muscles, backed with the hydraulics, mobilized the black gauntlet, confining the archaic power sword towards Idraenor, combinating swings and thrusts, yet all of them dodged lighting fast, replying with a counter attack each. These attacks however were harmless and only scarred the armour segments, and broke down some skulls, and spikes. The duel was like a dance, the Chaos Space Marine advancing forward, while the Eldar Warlock backstepping, piruetting just in the last moments.
-You cannot defeat me, unless you use your powers! And I know you figured out the gift of Slaanesh I received.-That gift bothers me not. The fiend you mention cannot corrupt the sprit stone, even if it tries to work as a trap, whenever I use any power.-Underestimating ME is a great fault, xeno! Underestimating a GOD is your last failure!!*Anger gave Ermac the advantage he needed, he got closer to Idraenor. It was no longer suffice to dodge the attacks, the Eldar had to parry this time, while assailant forced him into a curtain of rocks. There is no way out, the spoil of the predator was in the trap.*
~Damn! It cannot be! He matched my speed! *These were Idraenor's thoughts, when he decided to play out the ace in a form of psychic attack to reinforce his disadvantegous position. Lightninings burst out from his hands, crippling his enemy, who falls to the ground. The Eldar stepped over him, and raised high his sword.
-Shuryia! I avenged you, my friend! *The wychblade landed directly into the black hearth of Ermac. Idraenor not trusted in coinsidence, and twirled his blade in his victim, to finish the corrupted astartes body for sure.
~Princess Cuiviénen-Iyl, can you hear my voice? *Idraenor spoken through telepaty.*
I have achieved victory over the fallen mon-keigh as you foretold me.~Excellent, Warlock. The Nameless miscounted his moves and now we will banish them from this planet! However, I am sorry for your loss.~Shuryia's death wasn't in vain. He died as a hero, participating in this victory. I shall retrieve his spirit stone before continueing the guid... wait! NO! *Idraenor just realized his own spirit stone got blackened and fallen down to the ground!*
-The fiend, it must be it! NO, I should not belive it's tricks, it must be it's dark intrique, nothing more!-Slaanesh hates intriques! He/She orgasm allover the reality of touch and feel! *With an abominable laugh, Ermac captured the surpised xeno with his right arm stump, and with his sword in the left, he pierced through the defenceless Idraenor. To add further insult, the thrust were aimed for a specific body part.
-Arrrghhhhh! ... impossible... how?! *Now the Eldar grounded, wavering from the pain. Ermac rosed over his foe, but refuses to finish him off.
-Your pain and sorrow. The shattered will and confidence. That is the answer! You were weak to resist the touch of Slaanesh, when you used your powers... hehehee, and so she/he gave me the reward for giving her/him your broken soul. I'm back and alive, thanks to you, Idraenor!-Now I ... see... arrghh.-Isn't it a bit late to realize your failure, xeno?! Hehehe.-I realized... the true sorrow left within you, Ermac. *The Chaos warrior stopped laughing.*
-All this, all the offerings, your fall, is connected to the deep lost, millenias ago, after all... you too failed to resist the touch... arggh... and even betrayed your closest comrades... Lunar Wolf!-DO NOT DARE TO SPEAK THAT NAME!!! *Ermac's anger moved his blade and cut the Eldar's head off, but he couldn't wither it's looking, it's face. Such is the extraordinary sympathy the Eldar is capable of. Despite all his pain, Idraenor still felt sorry for what he seen deep inside Ermac's memory, once a proud and loyal Astartes.
Something unbearably horrible, that cannot be defined in any language.*
//Hmm, it turned out to be really chaotic, I hope you like it.
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