"Come out, come out, wherever you are!" came the mocking tone of Death Guard Commander Donrak Giezel, XIII Legion, or as most of the intelligence agencies that followed Ralkovia knew him as "Silas." Unlike most Death Guard, Silas was a special one, he wasn't a religious fanatic that followed orders to achieve some sort of 'fantasy afterlife' that some religious figure had promised him, his personality hadn't been crushed in the Military Schools that had molded him and his fellow ethnic Hadiians into the 'cold hearted killers' that the Death Guard were known as, no, if anything it had amplified it.
He didn't buy into that religious shit, he didn't buy into being the hand, the fist, the eyes, or the dick of any asshole that happened to sit on some golden throne in a city he had never been to or cared about. He simply loved his job. The blood, the guts, the fear, ooh, the fear, it nearly brought him to orgasm. Skin, muscle, organs, all so fragile...all so rip-able.
"Come out cunt. You can't hide forever," he shouted, a smile growing, displaying his set of wicked, gleaming teeth, almost as sharp as the freezing steel 'gutting' knife he carried in his hand.
A quiet breath alerted his attention to the creature set before him. His face now turned towards the closet in which the poor unfortunate soul hid. His forehead leaned forward, a menacing, cold, hard laugh leaving his mouth in short, low bursts; as if he were excitedly opening a new present on Christmas Day. The closet began to tremble, the wood rattling.
His hand extended, grasping the knob he simply pulled until the entire thing ripped off the handle like it was paper. Standing before the black shadow sat a cradled girl holding desperately onto some fluffy stuffed toy, a bear or dog or some other fuzzy thing.
She was perhaps eleven, her only real crime was being from a small town of eight hundred people that a single rebel had come from. That was enough for the Ralkovian Governor of Province One-One-Eight-Zero to call a Death Guard Corpse Group to remove the stain permanently.
"How unlucky for..." he honestly paused, his eyes filled with a surprise that only brought to him an almost nervous laugh. The girl presented him with something that literally left him speechless.
The thing she was carrying with her wasn't a toy at all. It was a small baby wrapped in cloth, its head bashed open, brain matter covered her and the blanket. He simply stared, before he began to choke with laughter, tears streaming to his eyes.
"Did you do this?" he said, almost jovially.
He watched her nod, before he simply patted the brown skinned girl on the head. His hand larger than her head, moved to grasp her as he picked her up from the top. She didn't scream or flinch, she just watched him.
"You're going to be coming with me little one. I have an exciting idea," he added, gripping her still, stepping over her dead mother and father and joining the other Death Guard that stood outside with flamethrowers.
"Burn it," he ordered before he continued walking towards the corpse of one of the town's militia and liberating a helmet off the young boy. He dropped the girl and fitted the thing onto her head, too oversized for the small child it covered most of her face. He dipped his hand into the apple sized hole in the boy, scooping blood from his hand, he dipped his clean hand's pointer finger and wrote 'Little Killer' on the helmet.
"Under our justful and great Lord, we have brought a great prosperity to Ralkovia, we have quadrupled the size of our Empire, brought our presence across the World. We tell the Sun when to set. Now it is time, now it is our! Time! to fight heretics, to reclaim glory in the name of G-d. We mighty men, we brave soldiers," came the shout of Rabbi Yoseph Arakara, slapping his podium multiple times, enunciating each point with a violent strike, smiting down imaginary heretics.
"We Are Surrounded By Evil! Surrounded in the thick of darkness. It is a SEA, and EVIL...EVIL seeks to drown us in it. It has insidious ways. Divides men and leads them down the path of the FALLEN. We need only to look to Leningrad Union for example. They were born CHOSEN! But now...evil has led them astray!" the Rabbi said, before the entire stadium of nearly a hundred thousand souls began to call for blood.
"SILENCE! We must remember that evil comes in many forms, but the Emperor protects. He is like a shield! Protecting us from the onslaught! But he needs our help, he is but a shield, a shield needs support! We must support him!" he shouted, however his own voice was drowned in the cacophony.
"Blood! Blood! Blood!" the shout went on. The synagogue shook with violence, as Emperor Joshua looked onward from the Balcony seat with a smile.
Turning to face several of his ministers, his words were simple.
"Give the people what they want."
To The Filthy Heretics of Leningrad Union
When in protecting the souls of our brethren, we protect not only them, but G-d as well. It is in the highest purpose that the Ralkovian Empire formerly protect and secure Leningrad Union by removing from it, the wall that sits between them and the everlasting love of G-d, the unjust regime that sits entrenched like a parasites on the useful. We shall liberate our brothers, bring them to the Love of G-d once again.
As we are G-d's everlasting army we represent the best servants he has available to secure you and add you back to his retinue. We shall be the rain to wash away the pain of the scarred regime on your body. And should we fail, and should we fall, we know that this is a labor of love. We are so overfilled with love of you, that we could not be more excited to bring about this war on your soil.
Our bullets will represent our everlasting love of you, Our bombs a monument of our devotion.
Brothers, we will bring you back to the light. It is our duty to rescue you.
Love to you eternally,
Emperor Joshua Raskov II, Messiah of the World.
