Also keep in mind this is not canon, this is purely something toyed with using to end my part in the tale, but decided to use legacy instead.
Ferrus stormed into the tent in a furious rage. Before him
stood a large hologram projection pedestal, currently displaying a section of
Orpheus did not recognise. Around it stood the Grey Knight Justicar Ferrus had
encountered in the previous battle, as well as two Iron Hands marines. The
Justicar turned to Ferrus as he strode into the tent.
“Ah the Wolf has returned.” Ferrus flexed his grip on his
frost axe, behind him Tor strode in slowly, planting his staff in ground.
“Aye, I have and I have news.” The nearest Iron hand cocked
his head with interest.
“Oh? Have you rooted out the traitor in your ranks?” Ferrus
grinned softly, then let out a small chuckle.
“I have, yes.” There was a pause as the occupants looked to
one another awaiting a response. It was the Justicar who broke the silence.
“Well? Have you dealt with them?” The Justicar spoke gruffly
crossing his arms across his chest as he spoke. Ferrus turned to Tor faster
than the eye could blink, his axe cleaved straight through Tor’s head, cleanly
decapitating him, his body fell to the floor swiftly afterward. The click of
bolters resounded round the tent and Ferrus turned to face them once again.
“It is done, now...” He swung at the nearest Iron Hand
slicing through the marine’s arm before twisting his axe to cut through his
abdomen , then with frightening speed his axe cut through the second marine
from shoulder to thigh. With a feral grin he turned to the Justicar. “You see,
I realised something, once I discovered my brother’s disloyalty I realised
something” He walked menacingly towards the Justicar who had now drawn his
falchion. “The Imperium is broken, there is no way to repair it, there is no
hope. Only blind fools like you and that Iznok, spreading your lies. I’ve come
so far and seen so much, only to see all that we fought for is for nought.” He
swung his axe, the Justicar parried, countering with a low swing which Ferrus
dodged. In turn Ferrus turned his axe and swung upwards, once more meeting the
Justicar’s blade, in return a fist
smashed into Ferrus’ chest and several cracks could be heard. Ferrus fell to
his knees spitting blood. The Justicar placed his blade to Ferrus’ throat. “I
should really thank you, you know.” Ferrus chuckled “For you have just sealed
your fate!” Rolling to his left Ferrus bared his neck, just avoiding the blade,
grabbing the Justicar’s wrist as he did so. With his free hand he cleaved the
Justicar’s hand clean off. The Justicar then fell to the floor clutching at his
bloodied wrist, Ferrus stood, throwing the hand aside and stowing the falchion
on his belt. “See how our positions are reversed? Had you opened your eyes to
the truth you would’ve been able to beat me, instead you shall fall by my
hand.” Ferrus took his axe in both hands cleanly slicing the Justicar’s second
hand off, then proceeded to kick the Justicar out of the tent.
Outside the various gathered marines stood bolters at the
ready as they saw the Justicar fall out of the tent, Ferrus followed then
grabbed the Justicar, wrapping an arm around the neck of his hostage. He placed
his axe on his belt, taking the Justicar’s blade in his free hand. “This was
how you wanted to kill me earlier? In a pool of my own blood, helpless, well
now that is your fate.” Ferrus whispered in the Justicar’s ear as he placed the
blade to his neck, then slowly drew it, releasing the Grey Knight as the
Justicar slowly fell to the floor with a soft squelch.
“Brothers, today we cast off our chains. We shall make the
fools of the Imperium see the truth or be crushed under heel. Join with me
brothers, bask in the blood of our enemies. For this day I am no longer Ferrus
Stormwolf, he died when his closest brother betrayed him. I am Ferrus
Slaughterborn, you shall join me or you shall share this fool’s fate.” He
gestured to the Grey Knight at his feet, in a moment the wolves opened fire,
their bolts tearing apart the armour of their once allies, others were torn
apart by the feral wolf scouts as they tried to retreat. Ferrus laughed raising
his axe gesturing for his brothers to follow him.
Several months
later
The cry went up. The enemy was approaching, the bombardment
hadn’t stopped them, the Tank company had not stopped them, not even the space
marines had stopped him. The members of the PDF stood on the defence walls
their weapons ready. The number of suicides and executions for deserters had
increased dramatically of late and with good reason. The order to open fire
spread across the line as red armoured warriors appeared from the gorge. At
their head a hulking figure in terminator armour adorned with spikes, skulls
and helmets of fallen enemies, he raised his axe and point to the PDF forces
then charged forward with axe in one hand and falchion in the other.
“Blood for the blood god!” The cry echoed from the enemy
lines and the hulking figure through himself into the nearest squad, cutting a
swath as he went.
From nowhere in particular a soft cackle of laughter echoed
in Ferrus’ head, he pushed it back as he fought, this was his destiny, he would
fight to cull the blind, the weak and the foolish and at the end of it all he
would watch the galaxy burn in his wake.
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