Infernus Astartes: Ruinous Son

The seat of Daemon Prince.

A Nexus of unbridled power, one not unlike what the Old World once was. The Bloodforged just stared upward, looking at what he could only describe as the “tower” that rested in the distance of a volcanic nightmare.

For a split second he wondered what could call this place home.

The next second he told himself that this place would be brought to rubble, and by his own hands.

Stepping forward he moved across the hellish landscape. He breathed in scalding ash, and stepped over pools of scarlet stone. He heard the Horde in the distance, saw their fliers circling around.

They knew he was here. They knew he was coming.

Good.

His trusted sword-mace in one hand he spared it a glance, frowning as he noticed all the chips and wounds it carried. It would last, black adamantium would never raver but seeing the weapon like this pained him somewhat. This weapon had been with him since before he came to the Uneven Abyss. It was like an old friend, one that stood beside him even in the darkest of hours.

Still he knew he couldn’t heal it’s wounds.

Like it, he was a weapon, and a weapon can only cut and wound, it could not heal.

He pressed on, his attention turning to the armies of the Chosen that were waiting for him. He charged they fired everything they could throw at him. Missiles, magic, psionics, some even ordered the lava to strike him.

Not a damn thing hit him.

Dodge the missiles, keep running.

Dodge the magic, keep running.

Dodge Psionics, keep running.

Dodge the lava, keep running.

“Don’t stop.”

A voice echoed in his mind. Standing still for even a moment would spell disaster. He had to keep moving, cause he had a job to do. He’d be damned if they got in his way.

The glow on his blade returned as he got closer. The “artillery” stopped as he rammed into one driving his blade so deep into a daemon’s belly that it was reaching the hilt. He pushed; dragging the daemon through the crowd before abruptly tearing his blade from their body, spinning it in a full circle as that angry red light returned. He swung overhead, took off part of one’s skull. Another swung at him and his blade burned through their weapon. He grabbed the broken weapon before plunging half of it into the daemon’s face. Another wide swing and he cut out the entails of another let spill onto the floor.

He grabbed one of the Daemon’s gun/arms and pointed it at their face, in that moment an “oh shit” crossed his face he channeled his power through it, and forced it to blow its owners brains out. Someone grabbed his arm, trying to hold it still. He promptly twisted his grip, grabbed their arm and broke it. Bone, blood and meat breathed air for a split second before he used it to stab them in the throat.

His sword arm moved, cutting another daemon in half and before they hit the floor, he chopped off their head.

“Rip and Tear…”

Three grabbed hold of him, these pulsating sours on their body starting to glow before they exploded, and a scream ripped through the crowd as they did so. Another daemon rose into the air, lava gathering above their head before they dropped the torrent onto the smoking crater.

An ironclad hand shot out of the downpour, and the Bloodforged just pulled himself from the torrent of flesh melting lava. A layer of esoteric red danced around him as he did; his blade burned - screaming for sacrifice as he left the lava pool and reared back.

In an instant the daemon controlling the downpour was impaled, the blade going through their stomach as they dropped and the Bloodforged stepped forward looking at the crowd who were staring at the sight of him leaving molten lava. Whether that was amazement, fear or respect in their eyes he didn’t know. He didn’t care either.

He cracked his knuckles.

They screamed.

He watched the carnage. That was all the stranger could do. Stare from the top of a tower that wasn’t his and watch the Bloodforged wage a one stallion war against the army. “Your strength is admirable.” He muttered as they stared down at the carnage being laid to waste. “With it alone, you’ve survived much longer than any of your people. Brought legions to heel and razed countless temples to the ground.” He mused as he shook his head. “When will you’re war end though?” He asked. “Child of a dead millenium, how much longer will you wage your war?” They listened to a roar. “Will you wage it till you fall, or will you wage your war even beyond death?”

Red haze, is stepping in.

The Beast is clawing at its cage, wanting to be let out.

He’s close to letting it run loose.

It wants to tear heads and rip off limbs. It wants to cut and burn.

Kill. Maim. Burn.Rip and Tear.Kill. Maim. Burn.

Rip and Tear.Kill. Maim. Burn.

Rip and Tear.Kill. Maim. Burn.Rip and Tear.

Kill. Maim. Burn.Rip and Tear.

Kill. Maim. Burn.Rip and Tear.Kill. Maim. Burn.

Rip and Tear.

The words, the chanting writes itself across his brain. The blood rage and the battle lust grows. He breathes. It does not control him; he reminds himself. Charging, swinging his weapon, the Bloodforged breathes once more, focusing his gaze on the world of flying limbs and torn meat. He has no obligation to keep the Beast chained, but he needs to balance feral savagery with tempered focus.

He snaps a hand out, catching a daemonblade in his grip before taking it and the arm it was attached with a swing. He chopped its owner in three uneven pieces. He looked around noticing the dozens surrounding him as they attacked. Blades touched armor, failing to pierce it only do to the layer of energy that was radiating off it.

The Bloodforged roared.

Like a bomb had gone off, the energy around him exploded outward, pushing against everyone and everything that got in its way before being pulled back into its origin. The Bloodforged moved, and the world stopped.

The blood started flying, limbs were thrown into the air and meat caught flame. The sound of bones breaking sounded like the drums of war. The ground splits, the Uneven Abyss seems to scream out.

Rip and Tear.

Kill. Maim. Burn.Rip and Tear.Kill. Maim. Burn.Rip and Tear.

Kill. Maim. Burn.Rip and Tear.Kill. Maim. Burn.

Rip and Tear.Kill. Maim. Burn.

Rip and Tear.

He moves through the entire horde, clearing more than just a path as he makes his way through their ranks. He keeps going, going until everything in sight is reduced to rubble.

Stopping he stabbed his weapon into the ground and leaned against it as he caught his breath. He hacks up blood that boils the moment it touches the volcanic soil. He smells his own burning blood, tastes it on his tongue before getting back to his feet.

His body ached, but it was already healing

Not yet; he couldn’t collapse yet. He refused to collapse leaving a job undone.

Stepping forward he saw the true majesty of the tower staring ahead at him, gates as large as small mountains staring him down like a titan of old.

The great tower doors open, a new horde stepping out as they seemingly stared at the Bloodforged before them.

The Beast inside started tugging at its leash again.

Kill. Maim. Burn. Rip and Tear.

No matter how many minutes or hours or days it took, he would sack this great tower, and bring it’s master to their knees.