Glory Be

Preperations began immediately. While bound to an immaterial form, Parix and Elegost were still able to manipulate objects in the physical world, as well as summon or spawn entities. Parix was the first to begin work, using the damaged workings if his beloved Land Raider's hull, and the now ancient armor pieces of the two suicidal chaos space marines, Parix began to fashion a strong force of servitor troopers, as well as salvaging weapons from the raider's small armory.

Meanwhile, Elegost prayed. He simply sat, with Vilek at his side and worshipped any dark diety to bless his quest. The corpses of heretics past had all but rotted away, drawing less attention to this particular temple. New subjects would have to be gathered.

Eventually, Parix gazed at the pair. Seeing them doing nothing, while he slaved away creating slaves, he cried out in frustration. "Cease your rambling and aid me! Is it not clear that the Gods have forsaken us!?" This caught the sorcerer's attention, as he turned to shoot an irritated glare at his metallic friend. "YOU SHALL BE SILENT!" Elegost cried, releasing a wave of energy at the tech priest in question, tossing him into a wall of the titanic cavern. "The gods only ever aid us! It is by their hand alone that we survive, and are given our chance of retribution!" Elegost said, approaching the downed engineer. "Gods!?" Parix shouted from his position on the floor, "only one god aids us! And he chooses to watch us squirm like fools! While the others remain useless, silent, Cowards! Survival?! Ha! I would have welcomed death amongst my brothers, rather than life being saddled with you weaklings!" Elegost was very near the breaking (murdering) point. Nobody, loyalist, heretic, human, or xeno disrespects the Dark Gods and their wisedom, even the spectral form of a fair friend had their limitations. Ironically, it was by the grace of the very Gods he bismerched that Parix was saved, for a cry of distress distracted the sorcerer, and for good reason.

"M-master!" Vilek screamed from his place by the pool of offering, his form held aloft by a most terrifying presence. A tear in reality had opened, a direct gateway into the very maw of the warp, and from it, a massive blood-red tentacle grasped the squirming heretic, ready to capture him for some unholy purpose. "Release him daemon! Lord Malal commands!" Elegost shouted at the entity whilst rushing to aid the screaming Vilek. Just before the sorcerer drew a blade to battle the non- responsive beast, it gave a mighty tug, and Vilek was consumed by the tear, which sealed itself immediately after claiming it's prize. Vilek was gone, the two were alone again.

"Is that what you call aid sorcerer?" Parix asked in an angrily mocking tone. "Our only heretic is gone, and what does that leave!? Two ghosts?! Given the task of crumbling an entire empire!?" Parix now screamed as the utter hopelessness of the situation dawned on him. Parix however remained silent and unmoving, his hopes of unholy aid vanishing before his eyes, If he were a lesser man, he would have wept. "We still have our task" he finally said after his period of despair. The Gods put their faith in him to take this world for chaos, to corrupt it in vice and sin for their glory, even if he was a lowly specter, he would not abandon his crusade. "How are our forces?" Elegost asked sternly. Parix seemed confused, but still answered, "you know this, I have two servitors ready, one heavy flamer, and one storm bolter, one has bipedal attachments, the other, tank-like treads." Elegost considered this, they would have to strike outer reaches in order to cripple the empire, villages and the like. "They require further testing, but..." "Battle shall be their test" Elegost interrupted, gathering himself and walking toward the exit of the cave "for we leave now, prepare yourself Parix" he said before walking ever further away. "Now what in Khorne's glorious name, could we possibly do with an army of two servitors!?!?" Parix screamed in response.

At this, the sorcerer turned. "There is a village on the edged if this crystal empire... by the name of "stallbluf" if I'm not mistaken, we go there, and shall earn our favor in blood." Elegost said confidently before exiting the cavern completely. Parix grumbled something about suicide before instructing his servitors to follow him. And so they set out, to conquer in the the Dark God's unholy names.

The Gods however, were busy in the realm of Khorne, where a prisoner tied to a wicked looking torture device screamed. The rack was of Dark Eldar design, with knives positioned to maim and eventually kill the subject, as well as an apparatus to harvest the fleeing soul. After hours of torture, the Gods approached the crying mortal. At the presence of his Gods, the heretic immediately ceased his wails, and stared in awe.

"Heretic", said The Lord of change first "why have you come here? What is ever so important that you need our aid?" The constantly morphing diety said with an air of annoyance and intrigue melded with his strange tone. "Yessssss little one", the plague father said with a lazy tempo. "Why do you come here through the Theseus gate? A route closed even to us for millenia?" Curiosity brooding in the fetid mind of Nurgle, his calloused, blistered, and rotting hands growing horrid bacteria everywhere they touched. The other two Gods remained silent, uninterested in such trivial pursuits if a single heretic. "M-my Lords, I am he Vilek, servant to Elegost and Parix of the B-black legion!" Vilek cried with pain still evident in his voice. At the mention of these names, Tzeench's (eyes?) widened. The two survivors? From that miserable world, such things would need swift attention, for that world may yet be attainable.
"My kin" the ever changing abomination turned to his fellow Gods, "take off these shackles and meet me post haste in our war room, the heretic will come with me, and we shall meet you there later." At this Khorne bellowed protest, "Preposterous! A measly heretic can't enter our war room!" "He'll see everything! he-he'll see the big board!" Slaanesh added with his disgustingly sultry and whiny tone. "This is indeed strange shifter" Nurgle added from behind, "why aid him? Of all our champions?"

Tzeench locked away Vilek in a cage which hung from the diety's belt. "Because brothers, and dear Slaanesh, he may hold the key to avenging those who fell on Theseus prime." At the mention of that disaster, the Gods recoiled, remembering their shameful defeat at the hands of such pathetic Xenos. "War room." The God said before vanishing with Vilek, the others following suit, shortly after.

Author's Note

Interesting? Yea? Nay? Prepping for some more action-oriented chapters, just for all you Khorne daemons reading
I will continue to update when I can, but patience is a virtue.... Until next time.