The throne room was silent as the Justicar and wyrmslayer entered it, the custodes standing ready around their lieges tomb-throne, ready to seel their lives to protect from the son, their brother who had fallen so, so far.
The same brother who even now stood upon the roasted, shattered body of their brother, which even now at this point at which they themselves would have been dead, tried to repair itself.
They would die, they did not need Anubis's gifts of foresight to know that. Corax was saturated with the raw power of the warp, seemingly swollen beyond even their giant stature, his weapons now nests for packs of screaming daemons.
Had they been fresh, unwounded from the nightmarish conflict that even now devoured the cradle of mankind and washed away their father's dream, then they may been able to triumph. Yet exhausted, near broken how could they hope to survive a conflict against the stygian abomination that had once been the warmaster.
Yet as their brother who's presence was now more like a denzion of portus Chuthulus then one of their brotherhood turned to them, a mocking sneer upon his face as the shots from the custodes and the scattered legionaries, there was a flash of golden light.
Corax was thrown from he Enshaddon who's flesh even now regrew, the lost arm, ruined crotch, chest and throat regenerating as the ruined armour bent back into place as the onyx king of Prospero rose back to his feet. They had seen their brother regenerate before, but never like this, it was different this time.
"By the fourth twilight, gouge the head and purify! Upon the fifth gouge the chest and purify! In the sixth gouge the stomach and purify! By the seventh gouge the knee and then purify! Upon the eight gouge the leg and purify! In the ninth gouge the soul and purify!"
There brothers demands were accompanied by six stakes of an amberish crystal.. their fathers essence they realized flying into the named locations on their fell brother, whilst the golden light that now swarmed Anubis burst from one hand into Corax, causing the warmaster to shriek, whilst from the other it swarm towards them.
"I strip from you the crown upon your brow! I strip from your ears the pendents of your thirsting sister! I strip the chains from your legion! I strip the adornments of your changling brother from your breast! I strip your dopple father's girdle from your hips! I strip from you the gauntlets of your bloody brother from your wrists! I remove cloth of kinship round your body! And with that he struck with his blade, coated in their father's essence.
Seemingly unaffected, almost dodged the attack, the metoric admantium blade only just piercing him in the side.
Yet it was all that was needed, the fell light and sick presence about their fallen brother faded, faintly heard roars of frustration echoing around. No longer did Corax stand taller then his brothers. No longer did Corax wield the immaterium like a bolt gun. No longer was Corax ascended to godhood.
Yet even as they ran towards him, spear and axe ready to finish what blade had started, the Enshaddon was slain, Coarx rage at his defiance having cleaved him twain, now as mortal as any of his brothers, his part done in bringing low the fallen son.
And so ended Anubis Enshadderon, High king of Prospero, son of the Emperor, Hospitilar Supreme.
Procastination for the win!
Edited by Rune Priest Ridcully, 05 April 2014 - 01:07 PM.