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“My brothers! Welcome to the feast!” screamed Lucius the Eternal as more silver-armoured Space Marines piled forward into the breach. His sickle-sabre and barbed whip lashed out all around him, arcs of ruby-red blood decorating the gnarled faces moaning and writhing within his baroque armour. A buzzing chainsword snuck beneath his guard, shrieking as it bit into Lucius’s shin. His sabre swept down with blurring speed, and the attacking Space Marine fell apart, a look of surprise etched on his face. The shadows cast by the fortress walls coiled and writhed around Lucius as he dodged and parried the blows of his enemies. The gaping hole in the fortifications was crammed with the bodies of the dead, blood trickling from split ceramite, skulls laid open to the caustic air. Noise Marines raced along the battlements toward the breach.

Beside him in the courtyard his acolytes were cutting down those Space Marines that had avoided Lucius’s flashing sickles. A bull-headed giant in Terminator armour struck out again and again with a pair of heavy maces, its bellows of rage deafening even over the roar of battle. A reed-thin witch-daemon, her eyes sewn shut, gifted her attackers with delicate wounds that left them paralysed, a statuary of armoured figures frozen in agony around her robed form.

Lucius’s warped features contorted into a hideous grin as the attackers storming the breach fell back and regrouped around their sacred standard. Bolter shells impacted hard against Lucius’s living armour, and he howled in delight at the delicious agonies coursing through his veins.

“Are none of you worthy of your reputation?” laughed Lucius, crouching on a mound of shattered bodies. A missile streaked past his head. “Come now, surely one of you can do better than that?” mocked the dark figure, idly defiling one of the fallen and licking the blood from his long fingers. With a deafening roar, the Space Marines charged, bolters chattering. The favoured of Slaanesh met the charge head on, his retinue beside him. The ululating scream emanating from Lucius’s throat pierced the skein of reality for a split second, and his enemy’s charge faltered. His weapons flashed and leapt faster than the eye could follow, slicing through the stunned Space Marines. In less than a minute, he held their standard aloft in his malformed hands. It seemed to writhe for a second before bursting into flame, consumed by chaotic energies. The Noise Marines poured from the breach into the ranks of the foe, and the slaughter began in earnest.

i hope your grandmother and father beat you to death

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Originally Posted by somewhatdamaged

i hope your grandmother and father beat you to death

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What was that about? :thefinger :thefinger :321: :confused: