OOC: Of course when I decide to go with the mainstream all others will start going to the other thing xD Seriously do you guys have some secret-pact against me or what?
B-Nobody messes with the black heart and gets away with it-and anyway-night lords always stab people in the back
“What?” Telemachus snarled, leaning forward and glaring hate at the sorcerer. Coryphaus looked at Telemachus with half-lidded eyes. “Asmodeus wants the Iris; I agreed to help him win the Iris by betraying the Blackheart. I thought this was quite a simple plan to follow, brother.” Telemachus stared daggers before rising slowly and drawing Mortis Lux, “I have loathed you since the streets of Nostramo, witch. I didn’t cut your throat as boys because you were useful to me. I didn’t cut your throat during the Crusade, because you were useful to me. These past ten thousand years, I haven’t cut your throat – because some insane part of me longed for a taste of that thrice-cursed planet we called home. Oh, but now? Now I’d almost praise the damned Emperor like a craven for this gift! Finally, after so long, I finally get a chance to cut your throat!” The power sword ignited, and Corypahus did nothing once the blade ignited – except smile. “Telemachus… if you truly think I would seriously consider such a plan a viable route, then you’ve taken leave of your senses. Following in the Haunter’s footsteps?” Coryphaus quipped, but the words did bring the other Night Lord to a halt – though the sword still crackled with its power field. “I agreed to aid him against the Tyrant – the fool acted like a Word Bearer told about a new religion. You and I both know that crossing the Blackheart so openly would be tantamount to flying toward Terra and broadcasting our intent to piss on the Emperor.” Telemachus’ glee, then hatred, transformed into a flat expression and a groan left his thin lips. “You have a plan,” he spat the words with as much vitriol as he could muster. Coryphaus raised a finger, “We, have a plan. I’m not ready to have one of the others take command from you yet. After that performance today where you backed off like a whipped cur, I figure it’s time for it to be like the old days. I think of a work of art, and you take the credit for it.” Telemachus scowled, the field dying from his sword as he flicked the rune. “I loathe you.” “I loathe you, too, Telemachus,” Coryphaus returned with a smile. “Asmodeus isn’t fool enough to refit and resupply us now – more’s the pity. Instead, he revealed, he’ll have us placed in critical chokepoints. He’s completely ignoring our strengths in favour of us standing in serried ranks to unleash hell and die. I, of course, did not argue against this.” Telemachus allowed an ugly expression to cross his features, “And you say I’m the one who should have been Alpha Legion.” Coryphaus quirked an eyebrow, “So you know where I’m going with this?” A chuckle, “Of course – my memory is hazy, but didn’t we do something similar to the Night Street Noble and his gang?” “Just so…” (( Long time gone, but just returned to continue this A) Everything goes according to plan. B) Asmodeus foils a part of the plan. Voting closes May 12th at 8 pm! ))
The creature looked like one of the ancient creatures of Old Earth. Though a ridge of spines rose along its back, and a lashing tentacle replaced its tail. Three eyes of emerald green looked down at the two figures – one armoured in blue slashed with lightning, the other in a deep crimson with a shattered sword on his shoulder. A ragged, sandpapery tongue dragged across a scaly limb as it drove the lesser creatures from its mind. It wasn’t until its kingdom began shaking that it launched itself from its prized spot. ~~ Coryphaus had leveled a glowing talon at the back of Asmodeus when a yowling thing slammed into his head and clawed at his face. A roar of surprise, more than pain, and the bolt of sorcerous destruction went wide. It shattered against a far wall, ripping away until a great gaping hole lead from the Tyrant’s Throne room to a hallway beyond. Ripping the creature from his face, glaring at the mutated feline, he hurled it from him to shatter its body against a far wall. Looking away from the thing he was met by the wide eyes of Asmodeus. More importantly for the both of them, though, was the fact Asmodeus had leveled a staff at Coryphaus. “You… You sought to betray me?” The Fallen snarled, baring his fangs and spreading his black wings. Coryphaus stared at the thin-blooded Astartes for a few moments, puzzling out anyway he might turn this in his favour. When no thought entered immediately he responded by slashing his force claws up and through the sorcerer’s staff before hurling himself bodily into the shocked Asmodeus, sending the Fallen sprawling. “That’s the problem with you mewling renegades. You plot betrayal without ever expecting it. Weak and useless – hrrk,” he was hurled back by a loosed bolt of pure force. It winded the Night Lord for all of two seconds before he was rising to his feet. A crack of displaced air and Asmodeus was above him. Great black wings beating at the air as multi-hued fire played around his fingers. “Enough! Spare me the words of foolish old warriors. We are the product of your failing! Now, now I shall delight in ripping you apart before I do to the same to that accursed Blackheart!” He flung his hands forward, unleashing a torrent of psychic flame. Coryphaus launched himself away, rolling and coming up. He thrust forth his arms, a shield of psychic light playing over him as the flames licked and roared around him. Metal transformed into flesh. Flesh into diamond. Diamond into water and water into flame. Through the chaotic firestorm, Asmodeus’ hatred was howled to the roof of the throne room. As the flames began to die away, Coryphaus lowered the shield and rose without a sound. His hand extended and his lips pulled back in a snarl. Asmodeus dipped and dodged, behind him the walls were shredding and blossoming in destructive blooms. With another crack of his wings, the Fallen dove. His body circling around to slam into Coryphaus and pin him to the floor. The Fallen locked his hands around the wrists of the Night Lord, slamming them above his head and grinning at the trapped sorcerer. “How fitting that the weak, ancient, worthless Astartes should die by the hands of his descendants. I will enjoy watching the light go from your eyes…” Asmodeus was still grinning as a glowing, crackling, sword cleaved the air and sent his head rolling – the cauterized stump of his neck smoking. Coryphaus blinked dark eyes as a blue hand reached down to hurl the body off with only a minor grunt of exertion. Telemachus glowered at the bodiless head, “If anyone is killing the Witch. It’s me, thin-blooded scum.” Telemachus spat the words, kicking the head once more to send it bouncing and rolling. “As much as the sentiment is appreciated, Telemachus,” Coryphaus said standing slowly. “I quite think the Angel can’t hear you anymore.” Coryphaus was smiling as the red eyes of Telemachus’ helm locked on his face, there was a slight tilt and Coryphaus turned as a large figure filled the room. Terminator armour let forth a low, bestial snarl as the rebuilt head of the Tyrant focused on the two Night Lords and the body of his traitorous steward. “It seems you were honest in the service you did for me,” his voice was low and oddly soft. A partial mechanic growl to it. Telemachus turned fully and nodded his head stiffly, “I have no cause to earn the wrath of the Tyrant – and every reason to earn his favour.” The words earned a grin from the hideously mutilated thing before the two Night Lords. “Now, if we may have what we require?” Telemachus trailed off. The eyes of the Blackheart flashed wickedly. “For revealing – and removing – a traitor within my kingdom, I – the Tyrant of Badab, the Blood Reaver – Huron Blackheart, will grant you everything you need to carry out a final mission for me.” Telemachus was silent for a moment, Coryphaus knew his old friend and enemy was raging within his mind. “How best may we serve the Great and Mighty Tyrant of Badab?” ((Been long enough and I got a bit bored! A) Huron sends them, along with some of his own forces, to assault and raid a Tau held world. B) Huron sends them, along with some of his own forces, to act as a distraction against a Shrine World. Going to shorten the days between posts. Voting closes May 12th at... whenever I post the next bit ))
