#erebar

The Mandrake spat blood, glancing down at the rather obvious bolter wound as an odd mix of dark green and black fluids ran from the entrance and exit.

"Was it the chunks of organ, flesh and bone or the spray of blood that gave it away?"

Erebar smiled, standing over the broken bodies under him. As he passed by, his staff glowed, and warp spawns drifted into the bodies. Their bodies contorted, flesh tore apart, and cries of agony now filled the dark room. "It brings me such great joy to enlighten all those around me to the true powers of this galaxy. Especially those who have ran from their love for so long..."

An human female, part of what was once a small strike team of the sisters of battle, now cowered in fear of him. She scrambled herself against the wall, holding her broken sword towards him. Tears fell from her eyes as the bodies of her sisters and soldiers bodies be defiled by this monsters magic! He gently took her and put it to the side. The master of possession brushed some strands of her hair to the side.

"Please... please let me go. I...I...I won't tell anyone I swear! Please... oh god please..." Her words being anything than a brave fighter of the order. Her body still shook violently, as despair struck her hard. "Please I-"