Author's Note

Long time no see! It's actually taken me a long time to get something new out, sorry. I've been doing a bunch of things that are keeping me busy, plus doing several rewrites, just trying to get this right.

I've also been trying to make some "lists" with weapons, armor, vehicles and spaceships of this new faction, but I decided not to publish them in case I come up with something new in the future that I want to add. So that has also taken up my time.

Anyway, the new chapter is here, I hope you like it. If you think something could be improved, please say so in the comments.

Oh! And happy new year!

Events: The Demona Incident

Daemons. Malevolent and vile entities composed of the psychic energy of the respective Chaos God that creates them, as an extension of their will. On countless occasions have they managed to manifest in realspace, carrying out unspeakable atrocities and horrors in the name of their dark masters. It is no wonder that they are one of the greatest threats to life in the galaxy.

However, due to the psychic nature of these entities, it was likely impossible for them to attack the Equusians, as they have no presence in the Warp, thus preventing Daemons from knowing of their existence. At least, until these creatures entered said plane themselves as a result of the operations of the Orange Researchers.

Right?

Well, no. For the Branch known as the Orange Researchers was created to gain knowledge about the Warp and the Daemons after an incident involving them happened. The Demona Incident, which took place like... 60 years after the Days of Pain.

But how was it, that Daemons reached the Equusian Lands when Equusians had no connection nor knowledge about the Warp?

During the Days of Pain, the Equusians' primary intention was to repel the Drukhari raid Green Hell was being victim of, killing as many Drukahri as they could. However, due to special circumstances, some of the Dark Eldar weren't executed, but taken prisoners.

The Equusians decided that the punishment for these aliens would be to be petrified, although not in the usual way, staying in an unconscious state, similar to a coma. They would remain conscious inside the stone, thinking, but unable to see, hear, smell, taste or feel anything, all their senses would be dulled. For a stimuli addict like one of the inhabitants of Commoragh, this would be the worst torture possible.

That was supposed to be it, the petrified Drukhari would be kept in a guarded facility forever and... well, nothing more! Easy!

But then came Demona, a female Gargoyle that was a victim of the pale aliens' torture during the Days of Pain. She was saved by a rescue party led by Gorval, the 2nd Representative of Gargoyles and her big brother, as part of a larger joint operation with Construct, 2nd Representative of Minotaurs.

However, this experience was SO HORRIBLE that it drove her insane. She was therefore admitted into a mental health center from which she would later escape.

Demona somehow managed to enter the facility where the Drukhari were being held and took one away, replacing its statue with a fake one without anyone noticing. This Drukhari in particular was called Zhamundi, and he was the one who tortured the Gargoyle.

In the first hiding place she could find, Demona used a modified Spell Pistol (a small, portable gun that fires certain spells) to depetrify Zhamundi's head (she was crazy, but she wasn't stupid enough to completely free a Drukhari), realizing that he was also completely INSANE because of his imprisonment, begging for death non-stop.

This did not align with Demona's desires, so she spent some time searching for a way to erase memories, which she succeeded in doing. Thanks to this, she erased the alien's memories of his time inside the stone prison, thus bringing back his "sanity" (can we even say Drukhari are sane to begin with?).

She then made a deal with the alien. She would free his head every so often, giving him stimulation and sensations (with drugs and stuff like that) while making sure he stayed unconscious when turned back into stone. In exchange, Zhamundi would satisfy Demona's demands, which were questions about the Drukhari culture.

Of course, for Zhamundi, this deal was improvable, but... what alternative did he have?

Before her capture and torture during the Days of Pain, Demona was going through an emotional crisis in which she questioned the purpose of life. After her torture and closeness to the Dark Eldar, she concluded that extreme pleasure was the goal of all living beings, hence her curiosity for Drukhari culture.

And because of this way of thought, Demona became obsessed with Slaanesh, for she/he/it (?) was a representation of everything the gargoyle believed in at the time. Extreme pleasure, even managing to replace pain (pleasure's total opposite) for enjoyment. She called her/him/it (?) 'The Truth' therefore, to Zhamundi's obvious displeasure.

She then escaped from her pursuers (do not forget she escaped from a mental health center, being thereupon considered a dangerous indibidual) and hid on Fabricuide (ST-5.6), one of Umbru's terraformed satellites. This world was known for having the highest crime rate in all of the Equusian Lands, being home to several criminal gangs. It wad the perfect place for Demona to escape and start a cult to 'The Truth'! It would be the first Chaos Cult in the Equusian Lands. Although, well, these organizations are known as Dark Cults by the Equusians (You know, let's not affiliate Discord with these things). And its name would be 'The Followers of Demona'.

Crack... Crack... Crack...

Release, at sweet last. Zhamundi awoke once more from his unconscious, slumbering state, hearing the cracking sounds of the stone fragments falling from his face as his flesh turned back into organic tissue.

He kept asking himself how was it posible, that such inferior and naive species as the Equusians were, could have not only repelled a raid of his Kabal, but also murdered the Archon and taken several prsioners, among which Zhamundi was included. It was shameful.

Although his reaction was positive when he learned they would be imprisoned instead of killed. He still had an opportunity to escape, he thought.

But he underestimated their cruelty, oh how much he did. Perhaps that was why the raid had failed, they had underestimated their target. And now, he was condemned to bear the foolinesh and annoyance of his "rescuer".

After some more seconds, Zhamundi was finally able to open his eyes, which were instantly encountered by a very bright white light. And then, his face was strongly slapped.

"What are you hiding from me?! None of your instructions have worked!" The Gargoyle in front of him shouted angrily. She looked stale, with large dark circles under her eyes, dirty teeth and smelly breath and messy and greasy hair. Though, to be honest, he had seen her in worse conditions.

"Don't you worry about your appearance at all?" Zhamundi criticized her. "You look like a Nurgle worshipper," The Gargoyle made a confused expression, looked at herself and sniffed the air, her face quickly changed to disgust, but she shook it off and continued with the reprimand.

"Don't change the subject! I helped you in exchange for you telling me how to contact The Truth!" Demona replied.

She and her cult had performed all kinds of rituals following Zhamundi's instructions. Sacrifices and other activities that could attract the attention of the Prince of Excess or his servants, but nothing had worked.

Demona believed that this was because Zhamundi was not telling them everything, or that he was lying to them outright. But, unknown to her, the fact that the Equusians have no presence in the Warp may had also played a role.

Zhamundi looked at her with a mocking expression. "Technically speaking, it was in excahnge for telling you about the way of life in Commoragh, which does not include summoning Daemons. We actively avoid them, actually," A brief pause full of silence before Demona shouted once more.

"AAAAAAHHH!" She quickly pulled out her Spell Pistol, which fired a beam of greyish light, turninh the Drukhari's head back into stone, and with another shot, she returned it to its normal state.

"I can do that again and never ever release you, besides making you stay conscious, so you better answer me," She threatened him, placing the gun in front of his face.

Zhamundi snorted, sick of having to "chat" with an inferior creature to find some stimulation, sick of having to use his primitive translation devices to accomplish that very task and sick of being trapped. The Drukhari rolled his eyes and remained silent, as if actually considering taking that option.

"And?" The Equusian asked impaciently.

"And what do you want me to say?" He replied angry. "I've already told you that we do not worship Sai'lanthresh (eldar name for Slaanesh, translated as 'She Who Thirsts), that everything I've been telling you was just assumptions of things I thought might work. So EXCUSE ME if my ideas aren't accurate."

Zhamundi was a drukhari like any other. Sure, he knew the history of his race, he knew about Daemons and the Warp, but he wasn't any expert. He doubted anyone in Comorragh was. And he was tired Demona's constant demands and complains, he couldn't bear them.

Talking about the Gargoyle, she insisted again. "Isn't there anything else to do?! Anything else you can think of?! There must be other way!" She was crying, she was pathetic.

And Zhamundi loved it. Her desperation, her crying, she being on the ground, it reminded him so much of torture. The Drukhari decided that he could get more fun out of this situation, he would give her some hope, to then destroy it instantly.

With a falsely friendly voice he said: "The only sure way I can think of to summon Daemons is having a Daemon Weapon. Those things have Daemons inside them, so they could give you the instructions themselves, but how are you even supposed to get one?!" He laughed.

This was not be the kind nor amount of pain he would like, but it was something. To his utter surprise, Demona fell silent and did not continue with her complaints. Instead, she raised her head as if she had just realized something.

She then petrified Zhamundi again and left the room.

Harming in ANY WAY a Together Tree, or using it for evil purposes, is a VERY serious crime in the Equusian Lands.

That is why Demona had to endeavor to convince her followers that what she wanted to do was what they had to do. Worshipping The Truth didn't mean that unity wasn't important for the Followers of Demona, even if they enjoyed torturing others (especially those who wanted to join the organization but then cowered), filling their own organisms with drugs or giving great pleasure parties.

But, eventually, they agreed, as they were also eager to meet the servants of The Truth after failing in their attempts for so long.

The Followers of Demona took their weapons and divided into two groups. One would cause a huge distraction on the other side of Doraehon (the city where their hideout was located), thus attracting almost all of the Protector Branch's forces. Meanwhile, the other would secure the square 'Leafs of Heaven', where a Together Tree was located.

When they did this, they began to prepare the ritual.

Demona watched from a distance as her followers set things up, with her second in command at her side.

Avernus joined the cult not long ago, moved by a great ambition, but he wasn't a total rookie either. Still, during that time, he managed to get a high position within Demona's criminal organization.

The Gargoyle looked at him, he looked trobled. "I didn't think you amongst all creatures would feel disturbed by this operation." Avernus had always been ambitious, too ambitious according to Demona. Plus, he never was that interested in the cult's regular activities or philosophie. The Kirin didn't actually care about a lot of things out from his thirst for power, not even unity or friendship. However, he was extremely loyal.

"I am not, my Lady," He responded. "If this is the way to contact The Truth... then it shall be done," The male Kirin stated doubtless. He could only imagine what kind of power he could get from the creatures Demona wanted to summon. "I'm just worried about this operation's possible consequences. It is a big step in our criminal reputation and what we're doing here is very risky, very likely to attract unwanted attention," They weren't even sure this would work, so his worries were very justified. Avernus preferred to obtain power slowly but ceaseless than to bet everything on one dangerous move.

"This will work, I'm sure of it," She said back with certainty before one of the hooded creatures that were preparing the ritual, a buffalo, approached to her.

"It is ready, my Lady," A wide, crazy smile appeared on Demona's face as she proceeded to head towards the Together Tree.

They were going to use it as a battery, a power source that would allow them to carry out a large-scale, dark magic ritual. Its objective was to bring a certain object through the entire universe to the place where the ritual was performed. In this case, the object would be one of those Daemon Weapons.

Demona was fascinated. She opened her arms in front of the magical tree, which began to shine while more of her followers surrounded the plant, performing the ritual.

"YES! YEEEES!!! YEEEEEEEES!" She shouted euphorically. "COME TO MEEE!!!"

Brave Whip was a male Zebra and member of the Protector Branch, a proud Guardian of Order, willing to give his life for the innocent if necessary. He was only a rookie, a Protector Guard, but still, his spirit burned to fulfill his duty.

One day, he was sent to serve in a platoon led by Internal Saergent Protector Javaline Cloud, with the mission of dismantling a criminal organization in the city of Doraehon. It was nothing more than a standard Fabricuide gang, not even a major one, but they had ended the life of a Together Tree after using it for an unknown magic ritual, so they had to be punished.

Brave knew the seriousness of the situation, but he couldn't help but get slightly excited about his first mission of major importance.

But now, in battle, he was terrified, hiding in a closet full of... stuff he didn't dare look at.

The Followers of Demona, the organization they were tasked with fighting, was not simply a criminal gang, it was a cult... a strange one. And when the platoon arrived, they encountered resistance not only from the cultists, but also from... something else helping them, some strange creatures.

Their bodies were slender and stood on two legs, like Cats or Dogs. Their skin was pale and purplish, with little black clothing covering it. Their heads were bald, but with horns, and their jaws were serrated with knife-sharp teeth while a long, grasping tongue protruded from them. At their elbows, their arms turned into extremely sharp, black crab claws.

Their overall physical appearance was disconcerting, yet intriguing. Their hermaphrodite and androgynous forms were repulsive, yet nearly impossible to look away from. Brave didn't know what they had done to the other Guards, as many of them now defended these creatures, attacking their former comrades.

Fear and bewilderment plagued his mind, while thousands of questions formed in his head. What had they done to his comrades? How was he going to get out of this situation? Could he even get out alive? How was he going to call for help in the first place, when his armor's Head Link system, which purpose was communication, was inoperative due to the attack of one of those crazy cultists? He could only hope that another Protector had been able to send a distress message, triggering the dispatch of reinforcements.

But the most powerful question inside the Zebra's head was what were those things! Were they the creatures the cult worshipped? That... that was a terrifying thought for several reasons.

Then, Brave Whip began to hear footsteps. The sound of claws hitting the ground, getting louder and louder, they were getting closer. Every muscle in his body tensed, chills ran down his spine and his breathing quickened, although he tried to keep it slow and calm so as not to make any noise.

Shortly after however, a black claw pierced the wooden door and the zebra screamed.

Lying on the ground like a wreck, without any strength to get up and among the corpses of his companions. This is how Javaline Cloud had been left after his first encounter with the Followers of Demona and the abominations that helped them. He couldn't take his eyes off those things, he hated them.

Javaline was a male Pegasus with vast experience dealing with the criminals of Doraehon and Fabricuide in general, but this was something never seen before.

As Internal Protector Saergent, Javaline had led a platoon into the cultists' hideout, though at the time they had no idea they were up against a cult. He breached their defenses alongside a squad of 9 Protector Guards while the rest of the platoon held off the other cult members, numbering 200 in total according to their data. But they hadn't counted on the humanoid creatures helping them.

Despite his surprise, Jabaline managed to confront the cult's leader, a completely deranged female Gargoyle.

She decided to battle with only a strange, macabre-adorned knife, Javaline could have sworn she heard whispers coming from the weapon.

It was a tough battle, Javaline's attacks seemed to have no effect on the gargoyle, who never tried to dodge them unless they were lethal. What's more, it seemed that receiving them caused her enjoyment and pleasure, utterly disgusting.

However, the Saergent was gaining the upper hand, attacking ever faster with his Protector Baton, electrocuting the cult leader, slashing and burning her, such was the versatility of the Protectors' favorite weapons.

But fate was against him, as all his companions, who were in charge of fighting the violet abominations and cultists defending the Gargoyle, had been killed by them. And now, they were heading for him. They gave him a terrible beating, breaking his Shield Charge (device that summons a magical, spherical shield around its user) and armor, destroying his weapon and making him spit blood.

They thought they had killed him, throwing him among the other Equusian corpses, but Javaline had not yet taken his last breath.

He managed to report the situation through his armor's Head Link syste., sending audios and videos, asking for reinforcements. However, the Pegasus felt unable to get up, just lying there, with his enemies thinking him dead. And the truth is, if a medic didn't arrive quickly, he would be dead in no time.

But instead, one of those things came, Deamonettes, if he had heard from the Gargoyle correctly. It was riding an aberrant creature, resembling a giant featherless bird, but with a tail and a terrifyingly long beak.

The Daemonette shook its head in the air with intrigue, it was looking for something- No. It was sniffing something, someone. It looked down, and found its target.

The featherless bird's prehensile tongue stretched out impatiently towards Javaline, ensnaring him with force as it dug into his flesh through a chink in his armor.

The Pegasus stared at the Daemonette as he struggled to free himself from the mount's grip. He couldn't stop looking at the humanoid entity, the Saergent thought he saw a certain beauty in the shape of the monster, which looked back at him. "NO!!!" He screamed to himself inside his mind, he should do nothing but to hate this thing and punish it for its crimes, to avenge his companions.

The mount continued trying to use its tongue, but it seemed... confused, as if looking for something, but not finding it. Javaline took advantage of these moments to free himself, drawing strength from Harmony knows where to land well and launch himself at the Daemonette with a powerful jump.

The resulting tackle was strong enough to push the creature off its mount and onto the ground. As fast as his body could allow him, Javaline pushed off the mount for another leap, heading toward the bodies of his fallen comrades.

He quickly took an Enchanted Knife from one of them and prepared for battle. Enchanted Weapons, like this knife, had their properties enhanced by magic. Therefore, this little knife's edge was extremely sharp, Javaline could surely cut through the monsters' unprotected skin with it.

As he turned back to face his foe, the Saergent saw the avian creature hurtling towards him at high speed while making an annoying sound. The Pegasus reacted quickly enough to ensure that the creature's beak hit an undamaged area of his platine armor, greatly reducing the damage. He then grabbed the knife tightly and stabbed under the mount's neck, bringing the weapon up to slice vertically down its throat until reaching its head. As Javaline finished, the monstrous animal staggered to one side trying to remain standing, purple blood leaking from its throat.

Immediately, the Daemonette lunged at the pony, stabbing her sharp pincers into weakened parts of his armor on his torso and neck. Still in incredible pain, Javaline raised his right hoof, which held the Enchanted Knife, repeatedly stabbing it into what would be the Daemonette's submandibular region.

The blade pierced its mouth and blood gushed from the wound. The monstrosity released the pegasus and briefly backed away, after which Javaline took advantage of the opportunity to launch himself at it and begin to cut and stab with no pause.

"My Lady, we should find some way to retreat," Avernus spoke to Demona in a worried tone, aware of the danger of their current situation. "Protector reinforcements have arrived, we are outnumbered and outgunned, and the Earp Rift will not hold much longer, so we cannot count on the help of many more Daemonettes."

The ritual they had performed had managed to fulfill its purpose, bringing into Demona's hands a Daemon Weapon, a twisted and grotesque knife. A shame that the Tree died, but then again, it wasn't that important. Following the instructions of the Daemon within the knife, Demona sacrificed the Drukhari in her possession, Zhamundi, in the name of The Truth, opening a rift to the Immaterium.

Several servants of the Prince of Excess had arrived to the Equusian Lands through said rift, bringing pain and ecstasy. But the portal would not remain open for much longer; they could keep it running if they had more Eldar to sacrifice, but they did not had them.

Why did they have to be Eldar (which was apparently the name of the species, Drukhari being simply the name of a faction)? Well, apparently they had something that the Equusians didn't. Some kind of special connection to the Warp. Plus, The Truth apparently loved these pointy-eared aliens.

"Retreat? Nonsense," the gargoyle replied. "Now we can bring pleasure and happiness to our people, free them from pain, wouldn't that be wonderful?"

Avernus wanted to counterargue, to convince his leader that staying here was a bad idea. He recognized that Demona was crazy, but he thought that at least she would continue to act coherently within her own madness! That she would try to win, not fight a war attempt that was lost from the first moment. But before he could say or do anything, the Gargoyle spoke again.

"I go now," She stated, looking serious. "My brother has been seen helping the Protectors. He always worried about me, so now..." His mouth opened, revealing his sharp teeth in a sinister laugh. "I am going to show him the greatness of The Truth and the righteuosness of pleasure!"

Shots echoed through the air they tore apart in their deadly advance, while the clash of weapons and armor caused metallic sounds and screams drowned in blood filled the battlefield.

Among all this, there were two Gargoyles, two siblings standing face to face, reunited after decades.

It saddened Gorval greatly, to see his beloved little sister in her current state. It was repulsive, Demona was covered in blood and... was that skin she was wearing?!

The 2nd Representative of Gargoyles couldn't help but blame himself for this. The root of this guilt went back to when he rescued her from the malevolent clutches of the Dark Eldar during the Days of Pain.

Gorval remembered it clearly, his sister lying limply in his arms, in a dying, almost catatonic state. The Drukhari had used a former underground Ork base as a facility where to carry out their wicked torture. He was escaping, speeding towards the exit, rescuing his sister and other creatures who had suffered the fate of being the playthings of the Dark Eldar.

At this moment, Gorval was very scared, about many things, but especially about the group of Drukhari who were chasing them. He was accompanied by several soldiers, enough to start a battle, enough even to win it. But looking at his sister, Gorval decided not to take any risks.

And so, with no one to defend them, the slower creatures were left behind, the very ones they were supposed to have gone there to save!

Following the end of the Days of Pain, and the Dark Eldar being defeated, Gorval was put on trial for his actions. There were many members of the Council who were angry, most notably Sunny Starscout, but he was not cast out, instead, he would be watched to ensure that he did his job exceptionally and outstandingly well, not just good.

He was very busy because of this, but still managed to visit his sister in the mental health center. And when she escaped, he arranged a system that would search for her, checking security cameras throughout the Equusian Lands, searching the Internet... The Representative was very attentive, but his system never got any results, until what happened with the Together Tree.

Ever since their parents died, Gorval had always tried to take care of Demona and to protect her. But now she was crazy, leading a cult and taking the lives of innocents. Maybe, if he had tried harder, if he had found her sooner, he could have saved her. Maybe he still could...

"Demona! Stop this madness!" Gorval shouted, trying with all his strength to make his words not sound like a plea. "I know you. I know you're not like this, maybe it's not too late to rectify."

Demona listened to the calm words of her older brother, who extended his hand to her as a gesture of his desire to "help" her. She only responded with a macabre laugh. "HAHAHA!!! Rectify?! Don't you see, brother? This is the right thing to do, I'm the good one here! Everything I've done has been to bring a new era of happiness to Ourlands, free from pain! To teach everycreature here about The Truth."

Gorval trembled slightly, shocked by his sister's words. Happiness? This horror was something happy for her? And even so, the gargoyle refused to believe that his sister was lost forever, so he continued.

"What truth?" He asked precautionly.

"The Truth!" Demona answered excited. "The most wonderful being in the universe! The incarnation of pleasure, happiness and excitement in awesomely big quantities! With its blessing, we can achieve happiness and throw away all worries!"

"But one cannot know happiness without knowing sadness, one cannot know pleasure without knowing pain. This entity is deceiving you, Demona, open your eyes and come back home," He craved. Gorval was also curious about the strange creatures helping his sister, but now the priority was to bring her back to the right path.

"Lies!!!" She responded furiously. "Pleasure and enjoyment, to forget suffering, are the goal of all living beings, the meaning of life itself!"

"No, little sister, listen to me," Gorval started to approach her slowly, hands up and throwing his weapons away, so that she knew she could trust him. "Don't you see you're making innocent creatures suffer? How doesn't that contradict what you just said?"

"Because, brother, we'll replace that suffering with pleasure," Demona replied with a smile. "Now I'll show you personally!" She lunged forcefully at her unarmed brother, knife in hand, pointing at his chest.

Gorval gasped as a result of his surprise, unable to react in time to his sister's attack. The Daemon Knife collided hard with Gorval's armor, not making even the smallest scratch.

Gorval doubted that such a small weapon could even damage the Defender Armor, the armor used by most of the Branches' soldiers. But either way, his was far superior. As a member of the Council of Creatures, Gorval had been granted the finest armor that could be made in the Equusian Lands.

The Defender Armor is made of heavy aephesto plates, a concrete-like material with incredible strength, and teoram plates, a light metal capable of reflecting energy attacks, which surround a weak suit of a special fiber capable of increasing physical abilities such as strength, speed or stamina.

However, the Representatives' armor also has parts made of blue iron, the same material that Gogar's Bewitching Bell is made of. A metal known for ist indestructibility. These parts include the chest, the back, the helmet (although Gorval was carrying no helmet), among others. The armor isn't completely reinforced with blue iron though, as it is an incredibly rare material, which can only be found in some veins in Mount Everhoof

Demona's expression turned from one of surprise as she saw that her Daemon Weapon was doing nothing to her brother, to one of frustration when no matter how many times she struck, the armor remained intact.

The female gargoyle only stopped when her brother grabbed the arm holding the knife, preventing Demona from moving it. "I love you, lil sis, and I know you're still capable of good, real good. So please, surrender and come with me, I'll defend you."

The two brothers stared into each other's eyes for a moment. Around them, the cult forces were finally being neutralized by the Protectors, who had better armor, weapons, and had even brought combat vehicles. At that moment, Demona, the leader of the first Chaos Cult (Dark Cult) in the Equusian Lands, had a revelation.

Following the whispers of her weapon, Demona raised the knife and stabbed her brother's left eye, who screamed in pain.

Immediately, she flew out of there, as several shots, both bullets and spells, pursued her furiously. Consequence of Gorval's scream, which alerted the Protectors that he had been wounded. Harming a Representative was an atrocious and severely punished crime, which lit a raging fire in the heart of any equusian soldier.

Even with her powerful wings, Demona didn't get far, being struck down by the power of a Smile Cannon fixed on a stable firing platform, thus pulverizing her unprotected flesh with magical energy, killing her on the spot.

Avernus watched in fear through the security cameras as the Protectors made their way through their hideout, arresting or killing any cultists they found. It wouldn't be long before they found him.

He decided he'd had enough, enough of his leader's impulsiveness and carelessness and the cult's madness. However, being part of this sect had proven beneficial to his quest for power, for he now knew of an infinite source of energy that he would use for his own purposes. The Warp was a true marvel of absolute power. So he would flee there.

The Warp Rift was nearly closed, growing ever smaller. But before it could close, the ambitious and evil Kirin leapt towards it, entering the Immaterium, where his fate awaited him.