"Arren, please remind me again why we trifle with this filth" Allesandro spat on one of the blue skinned Xenos corpses. "Because Khorne wishes it, you might be in command of your little party, but even you bow to Khorne" Arren snapped impatiently at the fuming Lord, "what you and the others of your ilk fail to realise again and again, is that blood magic is not the harnessing of the warp like the ways of the librarian, nor is it runic based like the Eldar and Space Wolves. It is not a power formed of collective conscience like the Tyrnaids or the Orks, it is, something greater" As he finished his sentence a long tongued protruded from the permanent darkness of the Haemomancer's ritualistic hooded robes, something he never took off. "Blood magic does not care about such trivial things as Daemons or the Immaterium, it is fuelled by death and blood" Allesandro clenched his fists, Arren Zhou was touched by Khorne, of that there was no doubt, but despite whatever past relationship they had, he had now become a lecturing prick. "That doesnt explain why we are here" Allesandro said spreading his arms to encompass the desolate battlefield, through the rubble and carnage Space Marines and Cultists of the Bloody Harvest looted what they could from bodies, while taking great pleasure in putting any surviving tau they found out of their misery. Arren ignored the irate wingleader and began pacing through the bodies, every now and then stooping down for a moment before moving on. When he looked back at the Marines trailing behind they were not at all surprised to see his robes were now caked in glistening Xenos blood. He continued walking until he found a spot he seemed to like. Beckoning to 5 idle space marines he bid them begin to lay the bodies out in a pattern.
Arren had chosen the Tau Ethereal to be his focus point for this ritual for multiple reasons, partly because the blood of a leader or commander was always seemingly richer than that of lesser subordinates, but also because the Ethereal had been the focus of the Tau defence, the most blood had been spilled there, and the most bodies remained. Slowly a pattern emerged, formed by the corpses of the Xenos. Allesandro knew not of the symbols nor their meaning, but new from the way his eyes began to hurt just by looking that despite the heamomancers growing arrogance and disobedience, he truly understood the art he practised. When all the bodies had been positioned Arren walked around the circle with his favoured tool. Arren had once told Allesandro the name of the knife but it had been so long and complex that Allesandro hadnt even bothered to try and learn it. The knife seemed to be forged from Obsidian, and yet blood constantly drenched the blade, no matter how the blade was treated it would continue to bleed. Allesandro didnt know whether this was by dint of Arren, or maybe something older and more powerful, but he also did not wish to know. He watched with silent intensity as the heamomancer walked from body to body, slitting the necks and wrists. Though the corpses had been dead many hours they once again began to bleed as freely as if their hearts were still pumping. Finally Arren turned to one of the lead cultists and commanded him to step forward, the cultists did so eagerly, as if he had waited all his life for this moment. Arren held the knife above the cultists head and let the blood run into the cultists mouth. The cultists lapped it up before closing his eyes and standing tock still.
Arren began to chant. A harsh tongue not of mankind, nor of daemonkind. The chanting rose in frenzy and in pitch, as Arren chanted a foul wind blew forth, summoned out thin air. The cultists began to contort violently and then, opening his mouth, the cultists screamed. Arren remained as he was, continuing his chant. Blood began to flow out of the cultist, from his eyes, noses, mouth, from his arms. Slowly the cultists was exsanguinated. The tainted blood of the knife, mixed with that of the Tau and the Cultists swirled towards Arren, dancing around his feet and lifting him into the air so that he rose on a pillar of blood. The wind howled and gained strength, a zephyr that carried with it the stench of death. Slowly the bodies of the Tau began to experience the same effects as the cultist had. Allesandro found himself taken aback by the sheer power that Arren was wielding. 'So much for a lecturing prick' Allesandro though to himself grimly. Even Nerus seemed somewhat uneasy with Arren's actions. The swirling blood formed a portal through which a hideous face appeared. As it materialised the pressure in the air intensified and Allesandro felt his ears pop, despite his Space Marine genealogy. Arren and the creature conversed for what seemed to be at least an hour before Arren seemed content. Shouting a single command, the wind died instantly and the blood poured from the sky as rain. Arren walked back to Allesandro, his hood was as impenetrable as always but deep in its recess twin pin-pricks of blood red glowed like coals. "even the Tau have their uses to one who knows" The heamomancer brushed past Allesandro and walked away.
(idk, I wrote it as it came out, still involves tau though? mirite? Also for the next challenge can we do the Life and Times of a Chaos Lord, coz i have a fun idea but no where to really put it)