(A/N: Since Abeloth is a physical being, I'm assuming that she has a physical prison as well. While doing my research and what I've read, it never goes into full detail if she had an actual physical prison, it just says that it's a cluster of stars and Black Holes produced by ancient machines created by the Ones and the Killiks. I personally feel like it's a bit vague regarding what her actual "cell" looked like if she even had one. If you know more, please tell me, but in my ignorance, I'll be writing as if she has a physical prison. Also, I'll be honest in saying that I'm not as versed in knowledge of Greater Daemons as I am of other things and factions in Warhammer 40k. If you feel like I've represented something wrong in this chapter, please leave a comment, and tell me what you believe I've gotten wrong!
Thank you!)
=== Abeloth ===
The Maw was a place where light died and darkness thrived.
A swirling labyrinth of collapsed stars and shifting gravity wells, it was a graveyard of suns, and in its black heart, deeper than any mortal ship could ever descend, she stirred.
Everything was so cold. Endless, and alone.
Abeloth sat within the void of her prison, the walls slick with the residue of unending darkness. The Force barely whispered here, as if even it dared not touch this place. She sat upon a surface that was not quite stone, her twisted form half-illuminated by the faint pulses of energy that occasionally rippled through the containment field. Her eyes were closed, her tendrils limp, her mind adrift between dreams, memory, and drifting aimlessly among the stars.
Her voice, when she spoke, echoed through the void with no reply.
"Father…" she whispered, the word a hiss of venom and sorrow. "You thought to bind me. But now… after all these years…"
Her claws scraped the surface beneath her, leaving trails of faint, black smoke that dissolved into wisps.
"Nothing lasts forever. Not even you, dear one."
A tremor in reality, faint at first, but growing. The Force shuddered through her prison like a living thing in pain. The walls, those invisible, god-forged barriers that had held her for millennia, began to hum.
Her eyes slowly opened, pits of molten space and bleeding stars.
"…Is it time already?" she breathed, tendrils twitching. "After so long?… Am I finally, truly free?"
Outside, in the impossible space beyond her cell, something vast began to take shape. The darkness rippled, warped, and then split open like a wound.
The Greater Daemon of Tzeentch, the Changer of Ways, manifested. Its colossal form coiling through dimensions like a serpent made of color and madness. Its eyes blinked in unison, each seeing a different truth, a different future. The air around it shimmered with sorcerous energy.
"Ahhh… so this is the cage of the so-called "Mother of Chaos"," it mused, voice splitting into a thousand whispers. "How quaint…"
Abeloth watched through the membrane of her prison. The Daemon began its ritual, its staff spinning, runes circling around it. With each chant, reality peeled away.
The walls of her confinement began to thrum. Cracks of Force-light spread like veins through the blackness. Abeloth felt movement, for the first time in what felt like an eternity, she could move once more.
Her claws twitched. Her breath shuddered out in a laugh that began low and grew louder, until it filled her prison with unholy joy.
"Yesss…" she hissed. "More… pull harder, little weaver of lies…"
The Changer of Ways continued its incantation, commanded by its Dark God to continue. Its arrogance was the sweetest flavor in the void.
Then, suddenly—
A sound like shattering glass echoed through eternity.
The prison cracked.
And the scream that followed was not of pain, but of ecstasy.
"FREE!"
The Force exploded. The Maw itself convulsed as stars flared and died in an instant, consumed by her ravenous hunger. Abeloth's cage, once a perfect geometric construct of divine containment, shattered into fragments of reality. The Daemon recoiled, its eyes wide with disbelief as the Mother of Chaos stepped forth, unable to finish its ritual.
Her face was one of monstrous hunger, her smile stretching unnaturally wide with countless sharpened teeth. Her voice was a chorus, all weeping, laughing, screaming.
Abeloth smiled, her mouth stretching far too wide. "I am… so hungry."
The Daemon raised its staff, summoning the power of the Warp itself, raw chaos energy, molten and infinite, but it meant nothing to Abeloth. Her tendrils shot forth like serpents, coiling around the Daemon's limbs and staff, constricting until the warp-born metal screamed.
The creature fought, its voice an orchestra of madness. "I am the Changer of Ways! The Architect of Fate! You cannot—"
"—you talk too much," she whispered sweetly.
Then she fed.
The Daemon's shriek was unlike anything mortal or divine. Its body warped, its form unraveling as Abeloth clenched her tendrils tighter. The colors of the Warp, blues, purples, and greens, poured into her like liquid flame. The Daemon's essence, all of it was drawn into her.
And then there was silence.
The mighty servant of Tzeentch was gone.
Abeloth floated amidst the ruins of her shattered prison, her eyes glowing brighter than suns. Her body pulsed with new power, the taste of the Warp coursing through her veins. She could feel it, that maddening, infinite realm beyond even the Force. A realm of raw emotion, where thought became matter, and will reshaped existence.
"Ohhh…" she whispered, savoring the feeling as if tasting the finest wine. "What… delicious chaos. Such color. Such madness. Such emotion. I see it now."
Her grin split her face into something inhuman.
The shadows began to bend around her, swirling into a vortex of blinding light and shrieking Force energy. The remnants of her prison collapsed inward, consumed by her presence.
Then, with a burst of power, she vanished.
Gone from the Maw.
=== Nira ===
Laughter, vast and mocking rolled through the firmament, shaking the heavens like the tolling of some infernal bell. The air itself warped under its resonance, colors twisting into impossible hues, reality thinning until the sky bled raw.
Nira shielded her eyes as the portal above them flared like a newborn sun, vomiting flame and corruption into the world. Through that swirling maelstrom of screaming warp-storm and shadow, more colossal shapes began to emerge.
They came like titans of nightmare, embodiments of the Dark Gods themselves.
The first to land was a Bloodthirster, its wings spreading. Its whip cracked across the sky with the force of thunder, and its axe made in the forges of Khorne, dripped magma and blood alike.
Next came the Great Unclean One, a pestilent behemoth of rotting flesh and festering boils, laughing through split jaws as its entrails slopped across the ground. The earth curdled wherever its pus touched.
Then a Keeper of Secrets stepped forth, impossibly elegant and hideous, a blur of movement and beauty that made Nira's mind rebel at the sight. Its clawed hands shimmered with warp-light, its tongue licking its lips as it whispered promises of ecstasy and pain in one breath.
And last came another Changer of Ways, vast and terrible, feathers glinting with endless galaxies, eyes burning with infinite knowledge. It held a staff that pulsed with reality itself, bending space around it like glass under heat.
Sanguinius pulled his spear from the body of a chaos marine, and strode forth to meet them.
He was radiant, wings stretched wide, haloed by the fire of battle and the screams of dying daemons. His armor gleamed with the light of the Emperor himself, gold reflecting crimson flame, his eyes hard as he looked upon the Archenemy. In one hand, he held his blade, in the other, his spear, both humming with power.
He raised his spear towards the four, and when he spoke, even the warp seemed to hesitate.
"Come! I will send you back to your dark Gods!"
The Bloodthirster roared, slapping his weapons together before leaping forward.
Sanguinius caught the blow mid-air, spear and axe colliding with an explosion that flattened hundreds of lesser daemons and allied forces nearby. Brass met gold, rage met grace, and for a moment, the two beings were locked in perfect balance.
Then the others joined.
The Great Unclean One swung a rusted cleaver the size of a tank, while the Keeper of Secrets blurred in from the side, claws darting like lightning. Sanguinius moved fast, wings flashing, sword meeting claw, spear impaling rotting flesh, each motion a dance of death and divinity.
The Great Unclean One laughed as Sanguinius drove his spear through its chest, golden light burning its innards into ash. But before he could finish, the Changer of Ways raised its staff, and reality convulsed.
Lightning of pure warp energy cascaded down, striking the Angel from above. For an instant, Nira saw him falter, wings flaring, body shrouded in flame and shadow.
But then his fury ignited.
With a roar that split the heavens, Sanguinius broke free, hurling his spear through the Changer's staff, shattering it into shards of glowing crystal. The daemon screamed, a thousand voices wailing in unison as the Angel of Baal was upon it, sword flashing.
The Bloodthirster tackled him mid-strike, both tumbling through the air.
They hit the ground hard, but Sanguinius rolled to his feet, golden armor scratched, a small bead of blood rolling down his cheek from a cut he received. The Bloodthirster charged again, axe first, but this time the Angel sidestepped, slamming his knee into the daemon's chest and driving his sword through its throat.
It howled, clutching the blade, and in that same instant, the Keeper of Secrets lunged, impaling Sanguinius through the shoulder.
He staggered, but did not fall.
He drove his elbow back, smashing it into the Keeper's monstrously beautiful face. The daemon reeled, ichor spraying like liquid starlight as its grin twisted into something feral.
He ripped his sword from the Bloodthirster's throat, and charged the Great Unclean One.
But before Sanguinius could press the advantage, the Bloodthirster gave a guttural roar.
It's whip cracked through the battlefield, a serpent of molten brass and flame that coiled around one of the Angel's legs.
Sanguinius twisted, wings flaring as he tried to wrench free, but the daemon heaved, and even the Angel of Baal stumbled, dragged half to his knees.
The moment's hesitation was enough.
The Keeper of Secrets blurred forward, claws trailing ribbons of warped reality. One hooked blade swept low, slashing across the back of Sanguinius' knee. Flesh and armor parted, and divine blood spilled onto the corrupted ground.
He grunted, pain flashing across his perfect features, and then the Great Unclean One was upon him.
The world seemed to quake under its weight as the daemon raised its massive, rusted cleaver high. It brought the weapon down with a wet, thunderous crash, the edge burying deep into the Angel's shoulder. Golden light erupted as armor shattered and blood misted the air before ripping it free.
Sanguinius screamed, not in fear, but in fury.
He grasped the blade embedded in him, trying to rip it free, but black veins began to spread from the wound, corruption seeping into his flesh. His skin darkened, his aura flickered. Even the light that radiated from his wings began to dim, feathers wilting under the filth of the warp.
Above them, the Changer of Ways cackled.
Its form rippled, growing taller and more grotesque as its shattered staff reformed in its talons. It began to weave sorcery beyond mortal comprehension, each word of its chant bending space itself. The air shimmered with alien symbols; the ground fractured beneath the weight of its power.
Bolts of prismatic fire lanced toward Sanguinius, slamming into his chest and wings. Each strike sent him staggering backward, divine light warring against chaos energy.
"ANGEL," the daemon hissed, its thousand mouths whispering in unison, "THY GOD IS DEAD. THY LIGHT IS BUT A CANDLE IN THE STORM."
The Bloodthirster roared, tightening the whip's hold. It yanked hard, dragging Sanguinius off balance once more. The ground cratered where the Angel landed, one knee buckling beneath him. He barely managed to lift his blade before the daemon came at him again, axe blazing.
Sanguinius caught the swing barely, the shock of impact sending cracks through the earth. The force drove him down, his wings flaring out to keep him upright. But from the other side, the Great Unclean One lumbered closer, dragging its cleaver through the muck, chanting curses of pestilence and despair.
And then, together, they struck.
The Bloodthirster's axe came from the right, the Great Unclean One's cleaver from the left. The two blows collided upon his body like colliding stars, their combined force erupting in a concussive wave that tore apart everything nearby.
Sanguinius was hurled through the air, a blazing comet of gold and crimson, crashing down with bone-breaking force.
He hit the ground hard. Stone shattered. A crater bloomed around him.
When the dust cleared, Nira saw him, lying amidst rubble, his wings tattered, his armor blackened and cracked. His sword had fallen from his hand, and its light had dimmed. He tried to push himself up, once, twice, but his strength was leaving him.
The Bloodthirster took to the air to close the distance, and landed with a thunderous crash, shaking the very battlefield. It stomped toward Sanguinius, dragging its axe. The Keeper of Secrets glided behind, whispering in honeyed tones. The Great Unclean One's laughter rolled like thunder, while the Changer of Ways hovered above, its thousand eyes gleaming with anticipation.
Nira could barely breathe. Her mind screamed for her to run, yet her legs refused as her Terminator guard closed around her.
Sanguinius lifted his head, his gaze meeting hers. For an instant, even broken, bloodied, and fading, there was still light in him.
"Do not… fear," he rasped, voice barely more than a whisper.
The Bloodthirster bellowed, raising its axe for the killing blow, but before it could strike, the Keeper shoved it aside, snarling.
"The glory is mine!" it hissed.
"YOURSSS?" the Great Unclean One rumbled, oozing forward, "HIS ROT IS MINE TO SAVOR!"
The Bloodthirster roared in fury, whip snapping, cleaving the Keeper across the chest. The two titans collided in a frenzy of hatred and betrayal, their blows shaking the heavens. The Great Unclean One swung its cleaver, cutting into both of them, while the Changer of Ways laughed, a thousand echoes of mockery and deceit.
Within seconds, the four Greater Daemons were tearing at one another, fighting for the privilege of devouring the Angel's soul.
Sanguinius lay still amidst the chaos, the sounds of their infighting echoing like the apocalypse itself.
Nira broke from her guard and stumbled to his side, kneeling beside him as his blood pooled beneath them.
"Nira," he rasped, his voice hoarse. "I need more."
She blinked, barely able to comprehend. "More… what?"
"Power," he hissed, staggering but refusing to fall. "I am still weakened. I need you to draw more power from the Warp!"
Her heart lurched. "The Warp? I can't—"
"You can," he interrupted, his tone sharpening, that commanding presence cutting through the chaos like a blade. "Our souls are connected, remember? The bond we have, it flows both ways. The more you pull from the Warp, the stronger I become."
His gaze lifted to the horizon, where the Daemons continued their monstrous brawl, claws, blades, and tentacles rending reality itself. The air warped with every strike. "But you must hurry," he growled. "They will stop fighting soon… and when they do, they will kill us both."
Nira took a step back, her hands trembling. "I don't… I don't know if I can, Sanguinius. I've never drawn so much—"
He turned his head toward her, his face pale but his eyes alight with command and faith. "You must. Do not think. Do not fear. Just reach. The Force and the Warp, draw them both into yourself. Balance them."
She shook her head, terrified. "That's impossible! I'll be torn apart!"
"Then let the Wap tear you apart, and the Force heal you!" he shouted, slamming his fist into the ground with a burst of light. "Let it break you, and become something greater!"
His voice echoed through her bones, through the Warp and Force themselves. Nira stumbled backward, then closed her eyes, trying to steady her racing heart.
The Daemons' battle raged on behind her, roars, screams, and thunder shaking the landscape, but she forced herself to tune it out. All that mattered was the voice of the Angel, his will guiding hers.
"Draw… the Force," she whispered.
She extended her left hand.
Immediately, light gathered. Brilliant, pure and blue energy wrapped her fingers like ribbons of water, swirling up her arm and through her veins. The Force sang in her mind, harmonizing with her heartbeat, pulling at her soul like a tide. It felt… right. It was warm, Alive.
"Now… the Warp," she said shakily.
Her right hand extended.
The change was instant. Where the Force had been gentle, the Warp was eager. Purple and green power burst to life, writhing like living serpents around her arm. It clawed at her mind, whispering promises and madness all at once. It wanted her. It hungered for her.
Her body arched in pain as both powers fought for dominance, one trying to cleanse, the other to corrupt. Her hair whipped around her face as energy surged through her, the ground fracturing beneath her feet.
"Control it!" she screamed to herself, tears of pain streaking down her cheeks. "Balance it!"
Her hands glowed brighter, the opposing forces pulling her in opposite directions, blue to the left, green to the right, her body trembling between them. The air itself seemed to distort around her, like reality was struggling to keep her form intact.
But then, something changed.
The powers stopped fighting.
They began to harmonize together.
The blue light of the Force intertwined with the green chaos of the Warp, fusing into a radiant storm of white-gold energy. It surged through her veins like fire and ice at once, every nerve alive, every thought amplified.
Nira screamed, as power poured from her body in great waves. She was lifted into the air, her eyes blazing pure white. She had become a conduit, a bridge between the two cosmic forces that had forever been at odds.
And Sanguinius felt it.
The energy struck him like a tidal wave. His fading aura reignited, his wounds burning closed with golden fire. Corruption bled from his skin like ink, turning to ash as it left his body. His wings, once blackened, flared open with renewed brilliance, each feather burning like a shard of the sun.
He rose.
First to one knee. Then to his feet.
The golden halo above his head blazed anew, his armor reforging itself with cracks of radiant light. He turned his head slightly, watching Nira. Her silhouette stood framed in blinding energy, her body barely holding together from the sheer magnitude of each power.
A flicker of pride crossed his face.
"Good," he whispered. "Now watch."
He spread his wings, recalling his spear with a thought. It tore through the air from where it had fallen, streaking like a comet before landing in his hand with a thunderous crack. His sword springing to his hand from where it lay on the ground.
The four Greater Daemons froze mid-battle, their monstrous faces turning toward him. The Bloodthirster snarled, its nostrils flaring. The Great Unclean One clenched its bowels. The Keeper of Secrets hissed, lowering its claws. Even the Changer of Ways tilted its avian head, whispering to itself.
Sanguinius' glow intensified, gold bleeding into red, his aura expanding outward like a star about to go supernova. The ground beneath him turned to glass, and every shadow on the battlefield fled from his presence.
He lifted his spear and pointed it toward them.
"Now," he said, voice echoing across worlds, "LETS TRY THIS ONCE MORE!"
Then he roared, and charged.
The Bloodthirster met him first, its axe swinging in a blazing arc. Sanguinius ducked beneath it before his wings propelled him upward, spear driving into the daemon's gut. Holy fire exploded through the creature's torso, the shockwave vaporizing its lesser kin nearby.
The Keeper of Secrets lunged from behind, but Sanguinius spun, sword igniting in his other hand. The blade caught its claws and cleaved them clean off in a burst of ichor.
The Great Unclean One bellowed, vomiting filth and rot, but the Angel pressed forward, the disgusting fluid evaporating before it could touch the Angel. Every step left a trail of molten light, every strike thundered like judgment itself.
And still, he grew stronger.
The more Nira drew, the more he ascended.
He became a storm of wings and light, an avenging god reborn in the heart of the battlefield.
The Daemons, once titans of chaos, were now struggling to hold him back. The Bloodthirster's armor melted beneath his strikes. The Changer's magics shattered like glass. The Great Unclean One's body split open with every blow.
The Changer of Ways, watching from above, spread its wings and unleashed a tidal wave of sorcery. Lightning, flame, and madness poured from its staff, but Sanguinius raised his spear and threw once more.
The weapon cut through the storm of magic like a beam of sunlight through clouds, impaling the daemon through its many eyes before recalling it. The creature shrieked, its spells collapsing in a cascade of broken realities.
The four monstrosities mustered their strength for one final push.
The Bloodthirster struck first, its whip snapping out towards the Angel of Baal. But Sanguinius spun beneath it, ducking low as the fiery lash missed by a hair. His spear lashed outward in the same breath, puncturing through the daemon's thigh with a spray of molten blood. Before the beast could retaliate, he pivoted, deflecting the Keeper's talons with a sweep of his sword, then twisting to avoid the crushing
He moved faster than before now, ducking beneath claws, weaving through waves of putrid magic, his blades singing as they tore through daemonic flesh. The air itself seemed to bend around him, his movements blurring into streaks of radiant fire.
The Keeper of Secrets danced closer, its four arms slashing in perfect, cruel harmony. Sanguinius parried each strike, one, two, three, before catching the fourth and twisting. The daemon shrieked as its arm was torn free, its beauty marred by pain. Sanguinius didn't hesitate. He drove his spear upward, through the bottom of its perfect chin, the tip bursting from the top of its skull in a spray of violet light.
"Begone, abomination!"
His flaming sword cleaved downward, splitting the creature from shoulder to hip. Its scream tore through the battlefield, a sound that warped the air before Sanguinius thrust out his hand still gripping his sword. Psychic energy rippled outward, channeled through the bond between him and Nira. Warp and Force combined into pure annihilation. The Keeper's essence was ripped apart, not merely banished, but erased. Its body disintegrated into ash and silence.
The other three recoiled. Even daemons of Chaos, eternal and unyielding, felt fear.
The Bloodthirster roared, swinging its axe in a downward arc that could have shattered a fortress. Sanguinius met it with his spear, the two weapons colliding in an explosion of fire and energy. He twisted his blade aside, shattering the Bloodthirster's grip and stepping in, his sword a streak of light as it tore across the daemon's chest. The beast bellowed, its whip cracking forward in retaliation.
Sanguinius caught the whip mid-swing. The raw strength of the Bloodthirster surged through the chain, but Sanguinius pulled, ripping the weapon from the daemon's grasp. The beast's massive arm twisted unnaturally, bones snapping like thunder.
The Changer of Ways rose above the carnage, its screeching echoing through the storm as it conjured magic unlike anything mortal minds could comprehend. Sigils burned in the air, runes of madness and entropy spinning around its body as it unleashed a torrent of arcane destruction.
But Sanguinius was already moving. With a burst of speed that cracked the sound barrier, he snapped the Bloodthirster's own whip upward. The chain wrapped around the Changer's neck, the hooks biting into its spectral flesh. Sanguinius yanked downwards hard. The daemon screamed as it was torn from the sky, crashing to the earth.
The Great Angel leapt, his wings folded in, turning his descent into a spear of light. He came down upon the Changer's head with the full force of his divine wrath.
The impact obliterated everything. Bone, flesh, and warpstuff exploded outward as he crushed the daemon's skull beneath his heel. The ground itself cratered, molten energy burning in concentric circles around the impact site. Sanguinius drove his spear down once more, pinning what was left of the creature into the cracked stone, then unleashed a pulse of psychic power that tore its essence apart.
The Changer of Ways was no more.
The battlefield was silent but for the ragged breathing of gods and monsters.
Nira watched from a distance, her arms trembling as the energies she drew in began to spiral faster, feeding Sanguinius' unending assault. Her aura was a maelstrom, the blue fire of the Force swirling with the chaotic greens and purples of the Warp, each vying for dominance yet perfectly balanced by her will. Every heartbeat sent another surge of power into Sanguinius, every breath expanding his aura until he burned like a miniature sun.
The Bloodthirster and Great Unclean One now circled him cautiously, the arrogance of immortality replaced by survival instinct. Their ally's essence had been erased from existence.
Sanguinius turned toward them, blood and light dripping from his weapons. His wings extended to their full span, eclipsing the corrupted sky behind him.
He became a streak of golden light, crossing the battlefield in an instant. The Great Unclean One swung its cleaver, but too late as Sanguinius was already upon it. His sword flashed once, a trail of flame following its arc. The cleaver shattered on impact, molten shards raining down like shooting stars.
Then came the second strike.
Sanguinius' flaming sword tore through the daemon's forearm in a single, blazing motion. The limb, thick as an oak trunk, fell away, splattering the ground with diseased blood that hissed and burned like acid.
But the angel did not stop.
He spun on his heel, wings flaring as he brought both weapons to bear, crossing them in an X and dragging them down through the creature's putrid belly. The daemon's bloated flesh parted like rotten cloth, its guts, writhing sentient filth, spilled onto the ground around it.
Sanguinius roared. His eyes blazed with light as he pressed forward, driving his flaming sword upward through the daemon's skull. The blade burst from the top of its head in a fountain of fire and blood.
The Great Unclean One sagged, the plague-flesh around its mouth still quivering in disbelief. "Impossible…" it wheezed, black pus bubbling from its lips. "The Grandfather—"
Sanguinius' spear pierced its heart before the sentence finished.
The impact unleashed a storm of golden energy. Holy fire erupted outward in concentric rings, burning through the pestilent mists. Nira screamed as she channeled every ounce of energy she could muster, feeding it through their bond.
The Great Unclean One's body convulsed, bursting apart from within as radiant energy tore through its core. The flies disintegrated midair, its laughter turned to static, and its essence was ripped from existence.
Only the Bloodthirster stood now.
The beast's breath came in deep, volcanic growls, steam rising from its nostrils. Its eyes burned like molten gold as it raised its axe in salute to the heavens.
"Blood for the Blood God!" it roared, voice splitting the air like thunder. "Skulls for the Skull throne!"
Sanguinius did not answer. He merely turned his head, the light of his soul shining brighter than any sun. His wings spread to their full span, gold and crimson feathers shimmering like banners of divine wrath.
The Bloodthirster charged.
Each step cracked the ground. Each beat of its wings sent shockwaves through the burning sky. Sanguinius planted his spear into the ground beside him. The Bloodthirster swung its axe, but Sanguinius met it head-on with his sword.
The impact was cataclysmic.
The shockwave flattened the battlefield around them, blowing aside corpses, rocks, and any lingering beings too foolish to have run away. Sparks of divine energy and raw warp power clashed in a storm of light and darkness. Sanguinius caught the daemon's left horn in his left hand as it tried to overpower him. With a roar, he twisted, muscles straining, veins burning with Nira's energy, and brought his fist down across the daemon's face.
The Bloodthirster's head snapped sideways, and its massive horn shattered like glass. Shards of bone scattered across the ground as it howled in pain and rage.
Sanguinius didn't hesitate. He spun with impossible speed, and drove it through the daemon's eye. The sharpened bone pierced deep, plunging through the socket and skull with a wet, brutal sound.
The Bloodthirster reeled back, roaring in agony, blood streaming from its ruined face.
The Angel stepped forward, his sword igniting once more with cleansing flame. With both hands, he plunged it into the daemon's chest, through bone, through sinew, through the pulsing black heart within.
The Bloodthirster convulsed, its wings flaring wide as rivers of molten blood poured from its wounds. The fire spread through its body like a contagion of light, racing up its veins, burning its flesh from within.
Sanguinius wrenched the sword free, spun the weapon once, and brought it down in a final, merciless strike, cleaving the creature in half from shoulder to hip.
The Bloodthirster fell.
For a moment, all was silent.
Then Sanguinius raised his hand. Psychic light burst from his palm. The energy of the Force and Warp, intertwined through Nira, roared into being and consumed the daemon's corpse.
The Bloodthirster's essence screamed as it was unmade, burned away until there was nothing left but ash and silence.
The angel stood alone amid the ruin. His armor scorched, his wings outstretched, his eyes burning with golden fire.
He looked towards the sky where he saw a massive set of mad crazed eyes staring at him, and raised his sword towards them.
"You are next!"
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