<<>> A massive blood-drenched Berserker marched triumphantly into the bunker, behind him a battered Astartes prisoner was being dragged in chains. “I brought your prize, my Warsmith” the Berzerker declared, lifting his quarry effortlessly and placing him on the deck at the feet of the Warsmith.
Alaric’s eyes gave nothing away as he spoke in a chilling tone, “Paulinus, my old friend. I knew it was only a matter of time before you returned to challenge me – but I could never have guessed you would sink so low as to sell yourself to the Cthonian Corporal to do so.” Paulinus defiantly replied: “Spare me your sanctimonious gloating, you dog! I did what I had to do. Sending us back to Medrengard was a death sentence! You knew this as well as I!” Jojarat leaning over and grabbed Paulinus by the base of his neck, “Well then, perhaps now you can tell us now why your Warmaster sent us on that suicide mission in the Pelegron cluster?” Paulinus, to his surprise, burst out laughing, “Abaddon? You still believe it was Abaddon who sent us there?”. He turned to look at the Warsmith , “Alaric, you swine...You knew it wasn’t Abaddon … you knew all along, that’s why you killed Orrin and broke with the Legion! You bastard!” Jojarat visibly angered by the insults delivered a sharp blow to Paulinus’ face, but the prisoner continued to laugh as he spoke, “Your Warsmith knew …all along." Alaric placed his hand on Jojarat’s shoulder before he could strike Paulinus again, “He is correct. I had suspected long before the Pelegron disaster that the hand behind our many misfortunes was not Abaddon, but our gene-father himself. ” The revelation stunned Jojarat and all those present, “But my Lord…why? We’ve done everything he’s ever asked of us! WHY!?” (CONTINUE in COMMENTS)
Art by the great @simon_beun