After the Slaanesh Marines had fled, Tassius scoured the battlefield surrounding him. Out of the corner of his eye he saw one traitor marine attempting to slowly slither away.
Tassius walked over to the wounded heretic. He spun him over onto his back, and stamped on the marine’s chestplate, holding him in place. He was about to draw his bolt pistol to put an end to the traitor’s wretched existence, when the heretic began to chuckle.
“You servants of the false emperor have again done our Gods a wonderful favour!”
The marine’s jovial statement angered Tassius.
“You are beaten heretic. The Wolves began your demise, we have overcome you here and your retreating brethren are about to get a surprise from the Inquisition.”
“Don’t you see? Your faith in the emperor blinds you. This is EXACTLY what we want! Do you really think it’s a coincidence that we were discovered here shortly after the Hive Fleets arrived? Do you honestly believe the Wolves stopped our ritual? Who do you think told the Greenskins to come to Varlislia?”
“Silence!” scream Tassius. He reached for his pistol, and shot the heretic. All fell silent. Tassius turned and began to walk back towards the rest of the Imperial Fists.
Suddenly, the sky darkened and the air grew cold. Tassius heard a deep voice laughing behind him. It was not human. Turning around, he saw the traitor marine sat up. The marine’s black and pink helmet had been replaced with a pale face, distorted and stretched. It writhed with energy.
“Tassius. Tell this to your Inquisitor. You have walked into our trap. All of you. When the body count is high enough, the warp shall open up on Varlislia. There is no escape. If you throw down your weapons, the Tyranids alone will cause the suffering required for us to complete our goal. If you continue to fight, well, you will receive your release sooner. There is NO ESCAPE.”
The body jerked, and fell to the floor. Tassius called back to his brothers
“Jorn, get your men to burn this entire battlefield. Make sure nothing remains.”
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