Riiight i got a bit carried away with this, wanted to introduce some new characters (mainly because of the new Cypher dataslate and how i ran him in a game :3)

Hadn't updated in a while also so hope you followers enjoy :D

Brother sergeant Hador beckoned his squad forward. The sergeant's unit consisted of nine other battle brothers, their dark mark III armour blending in with the night time air, all carried boltguns bar Brother Jahakel whom wielded an autocannon. The marines moved forward, the Dark angel emblems upon their shoulders glowing through the darkness.

The air was rife with the sound of heavy gunfire in the distance and the night sky above what little tree's around them remained was alight with the fires of war. Transports fell from the sky with bright flashes and impossibly large crafts that hung in orbit burned alike. Luther's forces had taken the returning Dark angel forces by surprise and the Lion was suffering for it. Hador grinned beneath his helm, the traitors died by the tenfold while their forces suffered little in the way of casualties.

"Brother Sergeant." Brother Borne interrupted Hador's ill spirited glee.

"Report, brother." Hador responded as he stepped over another log.

"Auspex is showing five bright and three dim signatures, survivors confirmed."

"Acknowledged." Hador smiled again, "Move to assist."

Each of the squad members clicked their vox units in acknowledgement and continued through the night.

A minute passed and the squad came to a clearing in the woods, the remains of a stormbird were strewn across the open space and small fires dotted the pieces of the hull. Hador noticed that several tree's around the clearing were also destroyed and that dozens of dark armoured forms lay around the crash site.

"Halt!" An augmented voice yelled out.

Hador crouched and aimed his boltgun.

"Identify!" The voice called out again.

"Brother sergeant Jereal Freal, third squad, sixth company." Hador called back, "Return the courtesy!"

From behind one of the larger pieces of the stormbird, an unhelmeted marine appeared. The marine's hair was short and blonde, his face covered in blood and dirt, his blue eyes regarded Hador from behind the boltgun that was levelled towards him.

"Brother Sergeant Bemmael, Fifth squad, seventh company." The exhausted marine replied before lowering his bolter, "Well met Brother."

Hador's face twisted into a sly grin. High ranking battle brothers who turned against the Lion had assigned kill teams like Hador's false identities to use against the loyalists, these identities had come with their own armour call signs to further push the lie.

Hador beckoned the squad forward, the marines behind him immediately poured into the clearing, aiming their weapons all around them as they moved.

"Are you injured Sergeant?" Hador called out.

"Nothing too serious, Brother." Bemmael smiled, Hador continued to approach him.

"How many are you?"

"Eight. Five able including myself and three critically injured."

Hador had reached the Sergeant now and they both embraced gauntlets, his squad rounded up behind him.

"Where are they brother?" Hador asked.

"Around here." Bemmael turned and lead Hador and his team around the piece of fuselage. When they got around to the other side, Hador was surprised to find a pile of six dead Dark angel corpses.

Hador turned to the loyalist Sergeant, who's face was contorted into a sneer.

"Join the traitor primarch in death, whelp." The words were not Hador's, they came from Bemmael's lips and as he spoke them, he drew his bolt pistol and turned it on Hador.

"Wai-" Hador yelped as the bolt pistol's barks drowned out his voice. Bemmael fired three times into Hador's chest and before the rest of his stunned squad could respond, another dozen or so marines rose from their foetal positions around the clearing's floor and opened fire. Hador's squad attempted to fight back but were outgunned and surrounded, Bemmael himself killed Brother borne with a gladius to the gullet and many others fell to a hail of bolter fire. Hador lay on his back, unable to stop the slaughter, unable to tell "Bemmael" that they were both part of Luther's forces and that this was a huge misunderstanding. He looked up at the sky and saw several Thunderhawks zip over the treeline, one's rear engine was ablaze and the other was firing indiscriminately at the other's hull. Hador exhaled and gave into the abyssal darkness that enveloped him.

When Hador awoke, he was in a cold chamber. He looked around and realised that he was unhelmeted and that the chamber was made of crude stone tablets. The only door to the room was made of reinforced steel and looked newer than everything else inside it.

"What…" Hador groaned as he pushed himself up. He looked down and saw the penetration marks in the chest of his power armour. Surrounding the armour's rusted wounds were the deep stains of dried blood, but yet felt no pain from within.

From outside the room, Hador could hear a muffled noise, it was constant and very loud but seemed to be coming from far away.

The bemused warrior stomped over to the steel door and rapped his gauntleted fist against it several times. The heavy slams of ceramite against steel sent reverberating echoes around the walls and left small dents in the door itself.

"What is the meaning of this?!" He bellowed as he continued to smash his fist against the door.

His super human hearing heard heavy and mechanised footsteps growing closer to the door from the other side, he quickly backed away from the door and raised his arms into a defensive stance. He listened and waited as he heard the door's locking mechanisms disengage. The door swung open slowly and immediately a bright light shone through.

Hador's eyes adjusted to the sudden light in milliseconds and soon he could see who opened the door. It was another Dark Angel, clad in black armour and wearing ragged bone white robes that he had become accustomed to, but this one was different, the marine's armour was aged and had strange symbols etched in crimson and gold upon the surface. The warrior before him was helmeted, but helmeted in no helm Hador had ever lain eyes upon, the helm's visage was in a glare and had beastlike horns protruding from either side.

Hador spotted a strange pattern on bolter in the strange Dark angel's hands, a bolter that was pointed directly at him.

"Brother…?" Hador said unsurely.

"Brother Ghariel Hador, sixth company, seventh squad, defector to Luther's legion in the last days of Caliban." The warrior replied, his voice distorted by the horned helm.

Hador was taken aback by the defector remark but not surprised that he knew he was.

"Correct." Hador said slowly, "Where am i?"

"All will be revealed in time, Brother Sergeant." The warrior before him lowered his bolter, "I am brother Bellahor, one of his chosen, formerly of Ninth company's sixth squad."

"Formerly?" Hador continued to eye the bolter, "You name me defector yet you speak of how you were formerly one of our ranks?"

"Brother Hador." Bellahor tilted his head as he spoke, "You have much to hear, I shall escort you to our leader, he will be all to familiar to you."

Hador's eyes narrowed in suspicion as Bellahor beckoned him to follow into the dark corridor beyond his cell, but he obliged and stepped out into the light.

The corridor stretched for at least a mile, Hador observed dozens of doors similar to his cell along the way, many bolted closed, the entire corridor was lit by bright torches ablaze along the walls and it soon became apparent to him that they were underground. The muffled noise he had heard within his cell was growing louder as they progressed through the corridor and he could make out shouts and screams of mortal humans.

Finally Bellahor had stopped outside of a large pair of grand oak doors. He turned back to Hador and nodded before pushing open the doors before them. Hador did not wait, he strode past Bellahor and into the room before him.

The doors had opened up into a barely lit, gigantic Library. Book cases that stood over fifteen feet in height and packed with books were all around and skulking the aisles between them were servo skulls carried by little arachnid like legs. Hador advanced further into the room, the muffled noise was now nearly clear to him but still emanated from above.

"Brother Hador." A sophisticated voice echoed through the library, the moment it did so the servo skulls skittered away into their hiding spots.

"Where are you?" Hador replied gruffly.

A pair of footsteps were heard ahead of him and Hador began to pace towards the sound. He found himself in the centre of the library, a circular tablet lay beneath his feet that stretched out into smaller paths out into the many aisles of the library.

The footsteps grew ever closer, Hador looked directly towards the shadows where the noise came from, waiting.

And then he saw him. Lord Cypher of the Dark angels, one of Luther's head advisors, the last Cypher of his time, Hador's eyes widened as he realised the insult he must have caused.

Hador knelt quickly and lowered his head.

"My lord."

"Rise, Hador."

Hador raised his head a bit before standing up straight.

"You must be wondering why you are here." Cypher said.

Hador nodded and examined Cypher's features, the warrior looked older than the last time he had seen him, which had only been hours before and hanging behind his waist was an abnormally large sword.

"You fell in the battle for Caliban." Cypher's statement wasn't a question, "You were gunned down by another of our killteams in a blotched ambush so you won't have any recollection of the events that followed."

"Correct, Lord." Hador kept his head bowed slightly.

"We lost, Hador."

Hador's eyes widened and he looked into Cypher's dark eyes.

"Luther had a moment of weakness and failed to slay the Primarch, in doing this he caused us to lose the battle. The gods were in our favour however as they saved those of us who remained."

"Saved us?" Hador asked.

"Scattered us, like children sore at losing a game, they tossed our remaining forces throughout the galaxy to deny the legion the victory of destroying us. You have taken just under ten thousand years to materialise in this plane."

"But Luther, what of him?"

"His fate is unknown even to me." Cypher lied.

"And what of Horus? Did he defeat the Emperor-"

"I wish I could explain more of this to you, but I need your help, the rest can wait."

"Anything, Lord." Hador replied, still taking in all of this shocking information.

Cypher smiled before barking a name; "Faraiel!"

Another unhelmeted dark armoured warrior appeared from the shadows, the marine's hair was blonde and short, he had a scar cutting across his blue eyes down to his cheek and mouth was twisted into a dark smile. In his hands he carried two helms, one was a corvus mark helmet with dozens of deep scratches embedded along its beak and the other Hador recognised as his own.

Faraiel handed Hador his helm and put his own on and lifted his bone white hood over the top of it. Hador took his helm and placed it upon his head, the helmet reacted immediately and powered up, his red eyes illuminated and looked back at Cypher.

"Faraiel, get Bellahor to rally the others, we move."

"Yes, Lord Cypher." Faraiel bowed and began to pace towards the doors Hador had entered through.

"What would you have me do, Lord?" Hador asked.

"Our assault upon the capital building will begin within the hour, I need you to be with us as we lead our followers in." Cypher replied while leading Hador towards the end of the library.

"Your followers?" Hador echoed.

"Those you stand with us in this time of peril." Cypher reached a lift shaft, he pressed the button on it and turned towards Hador, "We will give them hope, we shall lead them to victory."

"I don't understand, who are we leading?"

The lift doors opened with a terrible grinding noise. Within the Elevator stood two other warriors, one carried a heavy bolter at his hip and donned the Dark angel colours same as Bellahor and Faraiel, but the other Hador recognised to be a Night Lord, batlike wings sprouting from the top of his helm and lightning bolts streaking along his armour along with bone white robes covering it.

Cypher entered the elevator as did Hador, the Night Lord held the doors to prevent them from closing.

"Brother Hador, this is Brother Kaligar." Cypher beckoned to the Heavy bolter wielding marine, Kaligar nodded back, "And this is Brother Lucan Keziah, from the VIIIth Legion." The Night Lord stared back, unmoving.

Hador turned as Bellahor and Faraiel reached the elevator, Bellahor carried two bolters and handed one of them to Hador.

"You have magazines for a different kind of boltgun." Bellahor explained before handing him a handful of curved magazines, "These will fit that one."

"You have my thanks…Brother." Hador nodded.

Keziah released his grip on the doors and they grinded shut behind them all. Hador turned to look at Cypher who was looking up at the ceiling and murmuring, what he was murmuring would be anyone's guess as the muffled noise from above was becoming a lot less muffled as the lift rose. There was no doubt now, the noise was a crowd of human mortals. Hador could hear laughter, cheering, crying, shouts of anger, all was abuzz and soon he would be within it. The marines around him were readying their weapons and a blue glow began to shine from the top of Faraiel's bolter. Upon examination, Hador realised that there was a plasmagun or at least part of it enfused to the top of Faraiel's bolter, a combi-plasmagun.

The elevator began to slow and only then did Cypher turn to face the gathered marines.

"The false leader shall fall, if you reach him before the mobs do, keep him alive."

"Aye, Lord." All but Hador replied.

The doors opened with another symphony of grinds and whirs and only then did the muffled sound become deafening. Hador's suspicions were confirmed as Cypher lead the marines out of the elevator, for as far as the eye could see there were crowds of people. The people were a multitude of classes, lowest of the low hab dwellers, munitorum workers, higher classes, men, women and children, all together rallying to one cause. Dotting the crowds were battle tanks, Leman russes primarily and others such as Chimera's and hellhounds, most likely sects of the Imperial Guard had defected and joined the mob's cause.

The people nearest to the service elevator turned and Hador recognised the usual mortal reaction to his kind. Their faces dropped, the eyes dilated and their mouths fell agape as they regarded the giants before them. Cypher stepped forward and fired his pistol into the air, the sound causing the surrounding crowd to turn and in turn create a domino effect with the rest.

Faraiel handed Cypher a vox caster and stepped back next to Hador.

"Children!" Cypher's voice came out incredibly loudly as the speakers on top of the building behind them activated, "Our salvation starts now! Only through perseverance and sacrifice will we defeat the imposter!"

The crowds erupted into cheers and applause, the noise was deafening. Hador now realised that many of the men and women within the crowd were carrying make shift weapons. Sticks, clubs and knives mostly and then there would be the occasional rifle or shotgun, some even wielded lasguns and Hador could have sworn he'd seen a bolt pistol hugged to a man's chest.

Three bulky men carrying shotguns and wearing insect like gasmasks stepped from the front ranks of the crowds and approached Cypher.

"We are ready, Lord. Guide us." One of them said.

"Everything is set, Lord." Another said reassuringly, "We are ready."

"We move on the capital building!" Cypher's voice echoed out over the crowds, inciting another wave of enthusiasm from the crowd, "March! March and expel the traitor from his walls of lies!"

The crowd mobilised a moment after Cypher's words had been spoken. Thousands of men, women and children charged away from Cypher and his fallen angels and into the streets before them.

Hador looked into the horizon of the direction the mob was heading and saw the large black silhouette of a building.

"Many of these brave souls will perish during this battle." Lord Cypher said to the gathered marines, "We shall win this fight but timing is key. It has almost been a week since this uprising began, by now the nearest Imperial Guard force, the 167th Cadian angel regiment, will have been en-route here for four days, giving us today and only today to crush the enemy."

"Affirmed." Bellahor replied.

"Spread out amongst the crowds, our prescence will give them vigour, we shall be along the front lines when this battle commences." Lord Cypher looked directly at Hador as he spoke.

"Yes, Lord." Hador nodded.

"Keziah you have your orders." Cypher turned away from them.

"Of course, Cypher." The night lord's tone sounded contemptuous, Hador became uneasy.

"Move." Cypher said as he began to stride after the teeming crowds, the rest of them followed suit.

An hour into the battle, the men, women and children of the crowds were suffering immensely. Hador was thrown onto his back as another large explosion detonated within the crowd. Blood and ground exploded up into the air and covered those surrounding it.

Hador was less than sixty metres from the enemy's barb wire infested front line. The enemy had dug a trench around the entire capital building and reinforced it with metal tank traps and littered it with barbed wire. Behind the trenches were dozens of Leman Russ battle tanks and basilisks that had originally been constantly shelling their forces, but were now too close to the fight.

"Ta-ing heavy l- sector fou-ix" Hador's vox screeched into his ear, the distortion making it impossible to understand the message.

He forced himself up and lifted his bolter from the gory dirt around him.

Surrounding him were the mutilated bodies belonging to the victims of the latest explosion, not all of whom were dead. Screams and cries were rife in the air and the people stood around him were slowly backing away.

"Forward!" He bellowed as he stood up again. The mortals around him seemed unwilling but as soon as he raised his boltgun towards the enemy they charged.

Hador ran after them with his bolter pinned to his chest, the capital building loomed above him now and at the base of it were the enemy. Ranks of Imperial Guardsmen and their war machines fired into the crowd. Hador had no idea whether or not Lord Cypher was alive or if any of their forces had made it close enough to damage the foe but yet he continued on. Craters and the bodies of both the living and the dead infested the floor, in several instances his heavy form crushed the life from the dying and he would stumble through the craters.

"Storm the palace!" Another augmented voice roared out, looking to his left, Hador could see Faraiel advancing probably thirty metres down from him. The marine was covered in the blood of others and his glowing weapon was constantly firing at the enemy lines.

Hador took aim with his own weapon and let off a uniformed burst. The shots lay into the enemy's front line and obliterated the torsos of two unlucky guardsmen.

"Lord Cypher." Kaligar's voice came across the network, "There is too much armour, we're getting slaughtered out here."

"Have faith, Kaligar." Cypher's voice replied, "They will come."

"This is Bellahor, I'm wounded, my advancement shall be delayed."

"Affirmed." Faraiel replied this time, "Closing in on the Guard's frontline, twenty five metres."

Hador could see the faces of the Imperial Guardsmen ahead of him now, he fired another two bursts at their pale faces, many of them ducked down and only a couple perished under the fire.

"Forward! We're almost there!" Hador ordered the mortals around him, the people roared back in triumph.

"Incoming!" Faraiel's voice yelled. Hador turned towards the other marine who was facing up towards the sky. Hador's own gaze fell upon what Faraiel was warning against, three squadrons of Valkyries were zooming towards the crowds, their loud engines only now becoming audible.

Hador gritted his teeth, the aircrafts would tear them apart.

Just as the Valkyries levelled over the crowd, Cypher's voice rang out once again.

"See as the converted reward the sinners!"

The Valkyries tilted to the left and began indiscriminately firing into the Guard forces. The missiles from the vulture class aircrafts tore apart the Leman Russ tanks below and completely obliterated the infantry surrounding them. Parts of the capital building collapsed and buried those who defended it, the mob went wild and with a new strength in their morale, charged forward with a fury.

Hador reached the forward trenches after the initial mob had, he was met with scenes of pure butchery. Surviving Imperial Guardsmen were being beaten to death by those who were unarmed amongst the mob, others were being mercilessly cut apart and some who tried to escape were being gunned down from behind. Hador picked up a Guardsman who had been shot in the stomach by the arm.

"He-heretic" The guardsman spluttered blood from his mouth as he spoke.

Hador glared and swung the man against the ground, killing him instantly.

"Brother Hador."

Hador turned around and saw Faraiel.

"Brother." Hador replied.

"Lord Cypher has given me co-ordinates to the place we must meet him, come."

"What of Brother Bellahor?" Hador asked.

"Bellahor has been picked up by one of our Chimera's, he will be there with us."

Hador was glad, Bellahor had been the first marine he'd spoken to in this new galaxy.

Faraiel and Hador reached the rest of the marines ten minutes later, by then the Capital building had been breached and the masses of people were teeming throughout the corridors within. All of Cypher's marines were present bar the Night Lord, Hador made no mention of it though, he was too focused on Bellahor. Bellahor's left leg was bare and the bone towards the thigh was cracked and visible through all the gore that surrounded it.

Cypher stood with a sly grin on his face, his dark eyes almost invisible within the shadow of his hood.

"We have won this day." Kaligar laughed as he hefted his heavy bolter up slightly.

"There is still the matter of the governor." Faraiel reminded him.

"Brother Faraiel is correct." Cypher agreed, "I have located a service elevator that shall take us into his private quarters, from there we can reach his office."

"Lord Cypher" Bellahor said through gritted teeth, "I am sorry, I have failed you."

"Nothing that will hinder our chances of success." Cypher did not look at Bellahor's limp figure. "The rest of you, come, we mustn't hinder."

The elevator journey took the better part of ten minutes and when it finally stopped, Hador readied his bolter towards the door, mirroring his companions. The only one of them who did not move was Lord Cypher himself, his two archaic pistols remained holstered and his face sneered at the doors in front of him.

"Hostiles on the other side, Lord." Faraiel said.

"At least thirty." Cypher nodded, "Many armed with Hellguns."

"Powers to be…" Kaligar cursed as he readied his heavy bolter.

"Have faith, Brothers." Cypher said as he pushed on the rune to open the doors, "He shall deliver us."

The doors opened with surprising speed and sure enough, the scared visages of thirty Imperial guardsmen with their rifles poised greeted them. With amazing speed, Cypher drew his two pistols and fired a dozen shots from each, the bolt rounds detonating within the unlucky victims of its wrath and the searing plasma rounds obliterated those they struck. While he fired, Cypher sprinted out of the elevator and began running to the left, Kaligar opened up with his heavy bolter, obliterating the front ranks of the enemy, the heavy clunks of the bolt feed was nearly drowned out by the atrocious noise of the enemy's pitiful screams.

Faraiel and Hador ran out of the elevator to the right, by now the remaining Guard forces were retaliating with a poorly uniformed torrent of fire. Several of the searing las rounds struck Hador and he grunted as they seemed to sear through the outer layers of his armour.

Hador used his bolter as a club and swung it down onto several injured Guardsmen, their heads cracked open and their limp bodies crumpled as they died. Faraiel let off two bursts from his bolter before firing two shots from the combi-plasma, the blinding blue explosions that followed enveloped three guardsmen who died almost instantly purely from the pain that it caused.

"Brothers!" Kaligar shouted, Hador and Faraiel turned and saw that the minority of Guardsmen who managed to survive the onslaught were fleeing back down the corridor now, Cypher was holding one of the survivors up in the air by his arm and speaking softly to him. Hador followed Kaligar and Faraiel over to Cypher and only then did Cypher lower the man down to the ground.

"The Guv'na ain't in 'is office, Lord." The Guardsman said, "E'll be 'eadin to the roof where our skyshield landing pads are."

"I'm well aware." Cypher sneered, "He shan't reach the transports."

"How-" The Guardsman began to say before he was interrupted by the pained gasps of another man. Turning around, the group saw Keziah emerge from the shadows. Carried in one of his hands was a plump elderly man, his face contorted in fear and his regal uniform torn and bloodied.

"Arch-Governor Arnal Gherot, I presume." Cypher smiled as he approached the Night Lord and his prize, Keziah dropped the man to the ground.

"You bastards! Fiends!" The governor spluttered as he looked up at the demigods around him, "Agents of chaos!"

Cypher laughed. The sound was alien to Hador and indeed to the rest of the marines present. Cypher crouched down so he was face to face with the obese man before him.

"I think we both know we aren't the only ones."

The governor's eyes narrowed and closed, he growled and cursed at Cypher. When the mortal's eyes opened again, they were a pool of black and Hador immediately noticed his skin start to convulse.

"What is this sorcery?!" Hador exclaimed, he regretted his outburst as soon as he heard Keziah snigger behind his faceplate.

Cypher stepped away from the man and drew his two pistols.

"Be ready, brothers."

Keziah unsheathed a dark energy blade from his belt and held it with both hands, Hador raised his bolter towards the man as did Faraiel and Kaligar.

"Kill the blasted thing." Faraiel said calmly before firing off a burst from his bolter, the rounds hitting the governor and detonating resulting in chunks of gore and flesh popping from his plump form. The shots did nothing to slow the convulsions of the governor's flesh, and within ten seconds of the first signs of change, the governor exploded in a torrent of gore. Cypher turned just in time but the rest of the group were covered in a wave of blood.

Hador cleared his helmets viewports with his hand and looked back to the governor's position, in the governor's place now stood a strange xenos like being.

The creature had red flesh and was surprisingly tall, two antler like horns sprouted from its misshapen head and its eyes burned with the fires of hatred. A long jagged blade materialised in its hand and it turned to look at Cypher.

"Arnal Gherot, better known as Haak'hal jrenzeth, one of Khorne's many Heralds." Cypher smirked beneath his hood, "Your corruption did not go unnoticed daemon, you may have fooled the blind imbeciles of the Imperium, but not I."

Hador was confused, he had been under the assumption that they had lead the masses outside against the Imperium only to find that they were fighting against an imposter.

The crimson daemon before them spoke in a strange snake like language that only Lord Cypher seemed to understand, it flexed its muscles and moved the blade softly through the air.

"You know I have to." Cypher replied to it, "You cannot be allowed to continue this charade."

The creature's mouth twisted into a sneer as it spoke several more untranslatable words. Cypher immediately fired two shots from each of his pistols with lightning speed, but with a similar speed, the Daemon dodged the gunfire and was already sprinting towards Keziah.

"Kill it!" Kaligar bellowed as he opened fire with his heavy bolter, Hador and Faraiel followed suit. The gunfire seemed to always miss the impossibly fast creature and it was already upon Keziah. Keziah parried the creature's first two attacks but alas it was too fast. The strange jagged blade met its mark in several parts of his armour and the ancient warrior collapsed to the ground with a string of curses preceding him.

Lord Cypher sprinted towards the daemon, pistols blazing. The beast turned to face him and raised its blade up high. Hador, Faraiel and Kaligar stopped firing for fear of hitting their leader and looked on helplessly as the two clashed.

Cypher sidestepped the first swing and attempted a point blank shot with his bolt pistol that missed and detonated within the parallel wall. The Daemon swung again and barely missed the warrior, Cypher kicked out at the creature to no avail and fired several more shots which all seemed to phase through the creature.

"Lord!" Hador cried out as he began to run towards the engagement.

The burning blade was already coming at Cypher again, but this time he didn't make an attempt to dodge it. Instead, he twisted on the spot to reveal his rear to the daemon. Upon seeing the great sword upon the back of his belt, the Daemon stopped its sword mid-swing and hesitated greatly. That was all Cypher needed. The legendary warrior turned back to face the Daemon and fired his plasma pistol into its maw. The salvo burned with the power of a miniature sun and the Daemon screeched as it began to melt away. Cypher unloaded three more shots from his bolt pistol into the beast's torso and soon enough it disintegrated into nothing more than black ash.

Hador looked on in disbelief as Cypher bent down and collected the Daemon's ash inside a container.

"Lord." Hador murmured, "What was that?"

"I have much to tell you, Hador." Cypher said, "Faraiel, check on Keziah."

Faraiel walked slowly over to the Night Lord's body.

"We abandoned the Imperium." Hador said bluntly, "And now we help them by outing traitors like him? I thought we were helping the populace to overthrow the Imperium's shackles."

Kaligar laughed.

Cypher stood and faced Hador before speaking.

"Just because we do not fight for the Imperium, does not mean we fight for the likes of that creature and its kind."

"I don't understand, what kind of logic is that?"

"The ruinous powers corrupted Luther, Hador. It is because of his corruption that our legion fell so far."

"But the Primarch, he abandoned us and the Emperor, he was a traitor-"

"Luther was more of a traitor than the Primarch ever was."

Cypher's words rang out loudly through the empty corridor.

"Come with us, Hador. This new universe is more complex than you can imagine, and everything you know is wrong."

Hador looked at the one of the most revered members of his legion before him and could barely recognise him anymore. His mind raced as he took in all that had happened. Daemons, aiding the Imperium, the accusation of Luther being corrupted, it was all too much.

"Tell me more, tell me everything, Lord."

Cypher's face twisted into his dark smile.

"A wise choice."

Please do R&R, wrote this on a long journey so i apologise for any grammatical errors ;_;