Cerillium wrote:Urran wrote:
"He's no longer where he was," Klaus explained to Tieria. "There's a tiny trail that leads from there to here. It may only be rumor but consider this: some gods have bugged out already. They wouldn't risk losing their strongholds and everything they've gained if there wasn't some evidence in their hands. Also, unnoticeables have gone missing. These are the dregs of humanity: prostitutes, druggies, homeless. Recently, a Drow was snatched before she ever made it to the Building. Bane left a calling card. Her entrails had been placed on the floor and the fluids seeped. The names of some individuals were written in that gore."
He sighed. "I answered you, Tora. The nothing will continue to consume whatever you feed it and will never be filled up. Its purpose is to consume."
Finally, to dispel the newcomer's fears of being duped Klaus raised a finger and pointed at Primordial. "He knows Cthulhu."
He pointed at the massive Space Marine sitting next to a small pregnant woman. There was a monster curled up behind them and its long head was resting protectively on her baby bump. "Chaos."
He gestured to Kei. "Demon-Goddess."
He pointed to the Ponies. "Not talking horses, and not a costume."
And finally, he drew a pistol and fired at point blank range. The round shattered Ogoti's skull and splattered those at his table with gore. For a moment, the headless torso clutched at its coffee cup. A growl escaped it and then the head reformed. "A god," Klaus explained.
"The fifth, Volturius, is wandering around somewhere. I'd hoped that he'd consider attending the meeting. We'll jot a note to him as a recap."
"You consort with Malice?! The one who would see us all destroyed and all realities purged of everything? What level of maddened foolishness has driven you to ally with the abomination's ilk?" Volturius cried, his normally cold and demonic face deformed by a strange display of sheer terror. The Fifth Chaos god was among the only thing the normally fearless warriors of Chaos feared, an abomination it was called, its cultists hunted down and butchered without mercy. While the Four Gods of Chaos championed the greatest and worst parts of humanity, Malice, the damned fifth god who's name was spoken in hushed whispers, was the god of self-destruction. It existed as the personification of Chaos' self destructive tendencies, and sought only to hunt Chaos itself. While in the current day it's demeanor may have been different, Volturius knew only the tales told by other warbands encountered in the Black Crusade, and the Sons of Malice's attacks on Chaos-held reasons for no reason besides the butchery of cultists and chaos astartes. Malice himself was typically excluded from sermons on the Dark Gods, his descriptions blacked out from heretical texts. It was among the few things that could cause a response of terror in the servant of Chaos.
Recovered from the initial shock of the Chaos forces in the city cooperating with Malice, Volturius' face now bore a primal snarl, a knee-jerk reaction to his utter hatred of Malice and the bastard warband that served his damned name. It was safe to say that news of any cooperation with Malice typically frightened a warrior of Chaos in the fortieth millennium, or drove them into a frenzy for wish for the blood of those that served the fifth god.
