Apocalypse (Game Thread : Closed, Dead)

[Evrant-Knight]

As the abomination loosened it's grip on Dante it was hissing in pain from the repeated blows whilst the head was in pieces; however the murky black tendrils that seemed to be most of its form began to reconstitute and rebuild, until the head was once again whole, but the lower jaw looked to be absent entirely.

"So, you can be hurt monster, looks like I did a number on your jaw line, pity your head didn't go with it." Dante remarked as he wiped away a bit of blood from his top lip with the sleeve of his coat, whether it was his or the abomination's he didn't exactly care to look at the moment, right now he had bigger problems to deal with. It looked as though that the thing was busy dripping saliva from it's gaping maw.

It then charged at Dante again, swinging it's pincer arm and was aiming for the psyker's face, a strike he narrowly avoided but it did knock his hood down. When it came for another swing Dante blocked this time, and with some difficulty given that the shaft of the spear was holding the claw back, he slashed at the creature's arm cutting it off then followed with a few rounds of plasma fire, thinking that it may cauterize the wound and prevent it from regenerating. He then tried a similar tactic with the other arm.

 

[sage42]

Helena sighed. Of course it would be Mara. But could she trust her? Was it truly Mara, or was it a demon preying on her memories. She spoke of whispers in her head. A sign of possession, or a lie to strike at Helena's sympathies. So many risks that came with a simple action. Helena hesitated, if this were a demon she would risk possession and death outside of this hallucination. If it was Mara, ensnared in the same illusion, then she was condemning her to a fate she herself was trying to avoid.

She spoke of whispers. And was crying, a coward in the face of duty. There was no way this could be Mara, She may be a little lax in her duty, but she was no coward to cry when fell whispers spoke from the dark. She would burn the shadows away just as any Sister would. "You shall not tempt me demon! The best you could do is at least imitate Mara correctly!" She called through the door as she backed away. She did not lower her pistol. The demon would burst through the door sooner or later, and Helena would be ready.

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

Dante
The arm sitting on the ground began to smoke and hiss. Tendrils began to come out of the stump on the arm but it clearly wasn't healing.

It sneered at the psyker and lashed out at him with the tendrils growing rapidly from the stump.

Helena
"Please..."
She sobbed slightly
"Oh. No no no no no. Please, Emperor. NO!"
She screamed and a thump could be heard on the door.
A hissing noise could be heard briefly followed by four seconds of banging on the door.

 

[Evrant-Knight]

Dante narrowly avoided the strike from the abomination's writhing mass of tendrils that formed from the stump of it's arm. As it went for another attack, Dante fired a few more shots from his Plasma Pistol into the coil, which earned him another hiss from the entity when it attempted a slash using it's other arm, the Psyker holding it back with his spear. The two continued to push back and forth like it was a game of tug-of-war.

"I'll admit, for an unholy abomination of Chaos, you're certainly resilient. Let's see how good you are when you can't move." Dante retorted, kicking the creature in the chest, thus breaking the lock. He followed up with several powerful slashes to the legs, cutting deeply into one and managing to remove another entirely which sent the creature staggering to the ground. Seeing as how the tactic worked last time, Dante fire continuously into the wounds with the Pistol.

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

Dante
The removed leg of the creature began to hiss and smoke as the stump was burned from the plasma, tendrils began to grow from the stump however, awkwardly trying to form something resembling a leg. The one that was still partially attached was melted off of the creature by the plasma hitting the wound. Tendrils began growing from that stump as well, trying to form another leg from the disconnected mass. The disconnected limb began to hiss and smoke as it was separated from the greater whole of itself.

The creature began screaming violently, writhing on the ground, unable to will its tendrils into forming legs stable enough to walk on.

 

[mcpop9]

Momaru looked around, thankful his suit kept him in the upright position. Looking around, he found Sana still passed out and moved over to her, guarding the girl's body. She was still in her dream world, talking with kura. Around her were the events of the rebellion on Mars, with narration from the original her.

[hr]
"How about I do one better, Hun." She said and pulled them from the dream. Seeing a number of people still around herself still in the dream, she closed her eyes and initiated a mass telepathic relay to all those still passed out. "Get your minds under control, this is nothing but an illusion." she broadcasted.

 

[Outcast107]

After Vym calm himself down, he would head towards the newly made island. Looking over all the series of syringes that were present. Picking one of each up and looking at them closely. Wondering what each contain within and what would happen if he inject one of them into him. Though before he could decide which one to choose he heard Solara speaking to him telepathically.

"Get your minds under control, this is nothing but an illusion."

Vym put the two syringes back on the table as he looks all around. "You choose to mess with a Eversor assassin!? You must be begging for a death wish!" He would then turn his focus back on the table and flip it over. "Show yourself! So I can rend you limb from limb and leave his place!"

 

[sage42]

Helena closed her eyes a moment, a second of silence for a fallen Sister. Helena would not excuse her choice, it lead to the death of what very well could have been her Sister. But the stakes were too high. This was a trap by some demon, she would not take any chances. When the hissing started she finally put away her plasma pistol and brought her Heavy Bolter up. She would need all the firepower she could for what was going to come through that door. Then she heard the Witch.

"Get your minds under control, this is nothing but an illusion."

Helena scowled. "I should have known I'd hear from you Witch. No shit this is an Illusion, but while this demon has me trapped all I can do is hunt the damn thing down." She growled has the scraping on the door continued. It would not last much longer.

 

[Evrant-Knight]

The psyker couldn't help but smile as the chaotic abomination was writhing about as it tried using it's tendrils in the creation of substitute legs, which it appeared to be having some great deal of difficulty, hence it screaming violently. Dante was about to laugh in hysterics when suddenly he received a message from within his mind.

"Get your minds under control, this is nothing but an illusion." The voice was immediately recognisable as Solara.

"Well thank you for the clarification m'lady, although I had it figured out that what we're experiencing to not be real when I found myself waking up in some random forest; and now having to deal with a particularly powerful daemonic abomination as well. I'll try contacting you again when the problem is dealt with." Now that his mind was momentarily clear once again, Dante continued with what he was going to say, all this time the daemon was still trying to form new legs, it looked as though it was getting somewhere, but it would take a while.

"You know I can't let you live abomination, for it would be my own undoing; I would most likely be forever trapped within this delusional dream, whilst you would parade about in my image and bring down the Inquisitor's retinue by making egregious promises of everlasting bliss in return for their silent, obedient slavery. But sorry, I can't allow you to do that."

With that, Dante hacked again at the reconstituting legs with his Power Sword, then cleaved the other arm in twain after narrowly avoiding a flailing swing. When he was finished, he shot several times at the wounds with his Plasma Pistol.

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

Titania, Solara, Momaru, Urd, and Lith
Two of the five remaining locals began violently combusting, underneath the flames however their flesh has already been consumed by the fire. Now remaining are one Militia with a low degree of bionics, Arcor, and one of Arcor's squadmates (made unidentifiable due to the armour) remaining out of the twenty eight locals that were in the keep originally.

If sister Mara's helmet were removed it would be noticeable that her nose and eyes were bleeding. If her pulse was checked it would be noticed that she had none.

Vymazat
Vymazat saw the child he realized was himself, materialize infront of him.
He spoke with a tone that conveyed melancholy.

"No daemon holds you here. When your mind was shunted, I though that if I could make you remember then I'd be freed from watching the endless death through your eyes. That we could be one again."

"If you want to be free of this purgatory, just walk through the door behind you, I won't stop you."

A wood door materialized behind the eversor, attached to nothing but perfectly stable.

Helena
A mocking and distorted tone resembling Mara's came from behind the door "Please. Let me in. Oh Emperor."
"Sniveling girl didn't even put up a fight."

A claw proceeded to slash through the plating of the door.
"I'll make it painless if you just open up."

Dante
As the arm was chopped and the wounds burned with plasma, tendrils poured from the attached stump and the detached arm began smoking and hissing like the other detached parts.

As the psyker hacked at the tendrils pouring out from the leg stumps, more simply poured out to replace the dead ones.

It screamed again, clearly in agony. It began writhing, giving up on forming functional legs and began using the tendrils in concert to pull itself slowly towards the psyker.

A beam of light began to descend from the sky, it contacted the ground about five feet behind the psyker, it called to his mind.

 

[Outcast107]

Vym watch as the appear before him once more. Telling him he was in no hold of a daemon but was place here due to his inner self. Walking up towards his younger self as he looks down. "You wish to become one once more? Very well..but I have only one request" He said as he put his non-claw hand on the child shoulder. He would then quickly grab him tightly on the shoulder and lift him up into the air. Throwing him with all of his might at the door. "YOU FIRST!" Watching as the child was sent sailing through the air and crashing into the door.

 

[Athol]

Lith

"How about I do one better, Hun."

Lith found herself lying on the floor, her head feeling about two sizes too small. "Fuck me sideways..." She muttered with a groan. "If Helena is up and about and wanting to shoot someone..." She slowly raised an arm, and waved her hand. "It's gotta be an improvement over this headache."

Staggering to her feet, she looked about. "I am really getting sick and tired of shit like this." She sighed, pushing a charred corpse out of a chair before sitting. "Is it so much to ask for at least ONE day without something trying to kill us?" She felt old, and so very tired.

[hr]

Egerion

"That of the bolt, brother."

"You speak well." Egerion replied. "But I must know more before I trust you but a little...what world did I first set boots to, and whom was my second commander?" This was one of only a few times where he wished he was a psyker; with those powers he may have an easier time discerning this presence?s intentions.

Get your minds under control; this is nothing but an illusion.

I am in control. He thought to himself. But something strong enough to affect me, is stronger than I can fight on this plain.

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

The real world
The body of the Eversor began to shake.

Vymazat
The child smashed into the door causing it to open slightly, a golden light coming from the opening.
The child hit the ground hard, bloodied tears coming from his eyes as he layed on the ground twitching and nearly comatose.

Egerion
"You were born on Terra, you first fought on Terra, your First True Commander was The Lord of Mankind, and your Second True Commander was his First Found Son."

 

[Evrant-Knight]

After Dante had finished cutting the legs and arms into pieces, he was feeling a little exhausted, as he hadn't put so much effort into killing a daemon for a while now. He had sheathed his Power Sword, but kept his Plasma Pistol trained on the daemonic abomination as he slowly back away and up the hill again whilst the daemon was using it's tendrils to slowly pull itself towards the psyker.

Upon reaching the hilltop, Dante could hear a soft, angelic like voice calling to him from within his mind, his shadow grew larger a moment later. Looking behind him, he could see that the pillar of light that had once came out of the 'False Minal' had returned; which made him smile.

"At last! With any luck, I shall be able to leave this place, and return to the material plain where the others will be waiting."

Dante looked back towards the abomination, the smile still present on his face.

"I will not say do svidaniya 'abomination', as I can assure you, we will never meet again." He said before stepping into the pillar of light.

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

Dante, and the real world
Dante feel a pain like a drill was being shoved into his head, right before he found himself waking in the keep. He would find things as previously described. Conscious allies, unconscious allied, charred bodies, and three locals with eyes glowing golden and blood leaking from anywhere it can find a way to.

 

[Lunar Templar]

Urd looked over to see Dante awaken while she was checking on The Sisters, Mara was lost, but the others seemed to be fine for now.

"I am really getting sick and tired of shit like this, is it so much to ask for at least ONE day without something trying to kill us?" She heard Lith say, and just snicked.

Urd checked a few more people that where still out before going over and sitting next to Dante "Have fun in there?"

 

[sage42]

Helena laughed, "You lie demon, but please, come in anyway. I will purge you from this Galaxy with plasma, flame, and the holy Bolter." she warned. She would wait longer still, the demon was almost through. But she needed a better shot. "You will pay for what you have done this day." She mumbled to herself. Whether she was talking to the demon or herself she didn't know.

 

[Evrant-Knight]

As Dante entered the light, he looked around and saw the landscape he knew for only a short time fade into a white void, the abomination turning into a wisp of nothingness. When all had gone away, Dante was hit by a sudden pain from within his head, a pain that was burrowing further in with each passing moment. But all of a sudden, it stopped. Dante opened his eyes, and was met with a blinding light.

"Am I in the afterlife?" He pondered for a moment before things came into view. First there was thick sturdy walls, then as his eyes began to adjust to the artificial light once more, he could see that there were people; Solara, Lith and Titania were up and about, Helena was still out for the count, however, the Sister Mara was dead, Dante could feel no pulse, no sign of life coming from her. Many people had been reduced to burned up husks, and there were some locals with glowing golden eyes.

"Have fun in there?" An all too familiar voice asked. Almost immediately Dante embraced Urd tightly, resting his head on her shoulder.

"Fun is not a word I'd even use to begin describing what I experienced, and not in a good way. It's just good to be back."

 

[Lunar Templar]

Urd smiled and hugged Dante back.

"Fun is not a word I'd even use to begin describing what I experienced, and not in a good way. It's just good to be back." Dante replied, resting his head on her shoulder. Urd simply nodded "Yeah, me ether." she said, the memory of the 'burning' still fresh in her mind.

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

Helena
The voice chuckled.
A second later the door was kicked in.
Before the sororitas was a reddish daemon wearing the face of Mara, it had four arms reminiscent of a genestealer's.
A long tongue slid out of its mouth.

Behind it in the corridor was what the sororitas could only assume was the body of Mara, its face and scalp were missing as well as its armour.

It took a moment to survey the sister before charging.