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03/02/11(Wed)17:04 No.14102092In the final hour of the Horus Heresy, Horus stood, weakened but ultimately triumphant over the Emperor's dying body, Sanguinius laying dead in a pool of his own blood, their honour guards slain in the climactic conflict, with none left to witness the Emperor's final moments. Except one. One man, who saw the clash of perhaps the two greatest living warriors, who saw the Emperor stand up to the might of the Chaos Gods and nearly win, who would bear witness to the death of the Emperor. It was a fate he could not bear to see come to pass. He would finish the task the Emperor started.
Drawing the standard issue knife he was given when he joined the Imperial Guard, he rushed Horus. Had Horus been at the height of his power, he would have brushed the attack aside. However, weakened as he was, he could do little to stop the attack (or perhaps Tzeentch just looked the other way...). The blade jammed into Horus' mouth, piercing through into his brain and killing him.
Meanwhile, somewhere in the Warp, the Chaos Gods watched events unfold from a ratty old sofa (well, three of them did, Nurgle had his own chair because no-one was particularly keen on sitting next to him).
"Wow, I didn't see that one coming!" "That's a first for you, Tzeentch. Still, it's a pretty impressive kill." "DAMN STRAIGHT IT IS! THAT'S THE PROPER WAY TO KILL SOMETHING BIGGER THAN YOURSELF: JAM YOUR BLADE IN IT'S BRAIN!" "Khorne, we talked about this, indoor voice please." "... Fine. Can we at least get the corpse of our champion back, before someone starts teabagging him or something?" "Wait a sec, I think something good is going to happen." |