There Is Only Chaos

(continuing from Into Hell And Beyond)

"Come, you foolish mortals!" Daemon Lord Hazzrakiel bellowed mockingly, swiping its blade into the path of hapless Guardsmen, cutting them down and into pieces. "Your lives end here today, and I will bathe in your lifeblood!"

The Champion of Khorne let out a hellish warcry that killed several mortally wounded Guardsmen who were unfortuantely too close to it, before the daemon launched himself at a lumbering Vanquisher Leman Russ that was trying its best not to be targeted by it. With one smite from Hazzrakiel's massive battle axe, the tank was instantly crushed - its ammunition detonating a split second after the axe hit home.

Several feet behind him, the sorceror Rakarian solemnly watched the bloodbath ensue. As much as he disliked the fact he had to take orders from the Daemon Lord, he knew had to. His master - the Lord Of Change - had plans in motion that involved this planet and all those who were to come here. If this was part of the plan, then so be it. But Rakarian did wish he could do more than what he was tasked with.

Without even turning, Rakarian hurled several bolts of unholy fire in the direction of a squad of Guardsmen, hidden behind an overturned Chimera - yet another victim of Hazzrakiel's fury. They screamed in agony as they were instantly engulfed in a blaze of warp fire, turned into nothing but ash. Hazzrakiel turned to look, and saw the charred remains of the unfortunate Guardsmen.

"They couldn't have harmed me, sorceror," it hissed at Rakarian, a tinge of distaste in his voice. "You waste your energy to slay them."

"It would be an insult for them to hide from your glorious wrath, Great One," Rakarian replied, lying as best as he could. "Know that I have killed them for you, and their death cries to sate your thirst for blood and war."

Hazzrakiel glared hard at the sorceror before he grunted in acknowledgement.

"A fitting death for cowards," it finally said, turning his attention back at the other Guardsmen now running away from him. "But no more of that! All of them will taste my steel and perish!"

Rakarian sighed as Hazzrakiel strode away, out for more blood that can never sate his thirst. All of Khorne's instruments are just like him - nothing but fools who yearn for constant bloodshed, with no idea what was in store for their fates. And they don't care - so long as they die in the heat of battle, surrounded by thousands of corpse slain at their hand, they believe Khorne will smile upon their victory.

But Khorne's soldiers still need a war to call theirs. A war may start with violence, but it takes more than madness to start one and keep it going. The whispers of Tzeentch have the capability to begin a conflict of epic proportions - all that was needed was the right situation. Like this planet Rakarian was now on.

Indeed, there had been strains between the ruling Houses that presided over the planet's government. All the internal politicking had prevented a war from breaking out many years ago, but still the hostilities remained - hidden in the dark corners of the people's minds. All Rakarian had to do was unravel this, and implant Tzeentch's dark knowledge and truths into their heads.

From then on, it was only a matter of weeks before a majority of the Houses and the populace rose up against the ruling caste - all in the name of Chaos, of course. Only then did the minions of the Blood God unleash their fury upon the mortals.

Rakarian was proud of his achievements here. It was very easy to entice the Houses to come into Chaos' embrace, and talking the people into worshiping the Ruinous Powers needed only a little encouragement in the right words. Now that all those plans have come to fruition, he felt like he had no more purpose here. But that is only according to him.

What else lies ins store, only his master knows. For now, however...

Rakarian sighed again. He turned to face his Chosen Champions, signalling them to press onwards. The three Thousand Sons veterans silently followed him as he walked in the direction of the daemon's bloodshedding, staff held firmly.

In times like these, there is only chaos. Nothing more.