While a single word bearer lives in the madness of the maelstrom or the horros of the warp, the mark of calth will continue to run. It is running now.
My existence proves that the Gods reward their faithful! I was but a lowly Cultist during the Horus Heresy. I remember Angron's Ascension, for I was there to see it. I remember Calth burning, what a glorious day. I also remember how the Gal Vorbak and other followers of Chaos were betrayed and left to die by Erebus, starting a pointless subterranean war. I have spent thousands of years killing in the name of the Gods. Destroying our enemies, living by the Word, earning the title of Apostle. I am more worthy of the title than you will ever be, traitorous filth. It is you who should be called worm, you who's existence brings shame to the Legion. You are no better than Erebus. Only weaker. I will find you. I will kill you. I will hurl your corpse into the pits of Hell.
Atleast Cali realised his stupid writing and saw that one does not need to be op or ancient to be a good nor effective filament of imagination.
