The sound of my heels striking the stone steps echoes out and dies into the darkness. The air is stale with an increasingly prominent scent of charcoal becoming noticeable. With one last resonating clack I reach the bottom of the stairs. Glancing over my shoulder the door at the top of the stairs is nothing but a small glimmer in the distance. Everything around me is thick dark mass, surroundings indistinguishable because of it. Despite my inability to see my surroundings I can still sense them. I can smell kerosene wafting from one of the walls. Walking through the dark I extend my arm forward to grab the torch I knew would be there. The torch left its perch silently and simultaneously burst into flame. Revealing the plain drab room wooden crates and barrels line the walls except for the wall farthest from the entrance which was cracked a scraped increasing in intensity and frequency near the center of the wall. That wall had a hole dug into it that extended halfway up the wall and three feet or so wide. Walking over to the hole I Crouch down and hold the torch forward to illuminate the interior. The height of the cavern immediately rose on the other side of the entrance. I shuffle through and stand upright once more looking around I see 5 tunnels going off in different directions. The ground is uneven and the sealing has a rib cage of wooden beams for support, all clear signs that these tunnels have been recently and hastily made. One of the tunnels is visibly a dead end from where I stand at the entrance, but it doesn’t matter I know where I am going I say to myself. Following the familiar presence, I head straight for the tunnel on the far left. As I descend I can hear a distant echo of movement. I can feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and suddenly the cavern shakes as the blare of bolter fire echoes through the cavern and an inhuman scream follows after three short burst of fire. I pick up my pace and ready my sword, I continue in silence for a few moments before a now much closer scream echoes forth. I stop and listen as the thud of boots and cracking of stone quickly approaches. I ready myself waiting for whatever could be approaching around the bend of the tunnel. The ground shakes as the booming steppes grow into defining crashes Broken up by more bursts of Gun fire. It is become clear that I will need to defend myself and I draw my sword. As I do so a hulking figure taking up the entirety of the corridor comes barreling around the bend. Its momentum brings it crashing into the wall. Immediately fear clutches at me as I recognize the figure as a Chaos space marine. He has not noticed me just yet as he looks down the way he just came firing down the hall with a bolter gun. Taking the opportunity I drop the torch and will the fire to strike. As the torch falls, tendrils of fire clime from the falling flame and launch forward at the Chaos warrior. As the bolts approach he turns his horned helm and I can see a brief moment of surprise and terror reflected in his glowing red eyes. The Bolts slam into his right shoulder with a shower of sparks. His arm goes limp and his still firing bolter slams into the ground as the torch I dropped hits the floor and dims almost immediately. Simultaneously I leap forward his gaze does not falter as I jump on his buckled knee and plunge my sword deep into his chest. I stare into his eyes my face inches from his and grit my teeth as he laughs. His armor creeks as his left arm moves to grab me. Not breaking eye contact I pull up hard on my sword. The blade lodged nearly hilt deep in the center of his chest glides through his armor with a loud grating noise that muffled the sinuous tarring of flesh. The laughing turned into a gargling noise as the blade moved up from the chest into the neck. My snarling grimace curls into a smile and I turn my wrist rotating the blade lodged in his neck and sharply yank the blade toward his left. As his body goes lip and audibly crumples to the ground I leap back landing near wear I dropped the torch. The light from the torch has died to a soft orange glow in the seconds since I dropped it. The soft glow from the torch is also joined by the glowing orange dripping impact points on the Chaos warrior’s right shoulder. I don’t even think to savor the victory, immediately turn the bend and continue the walk ready for more forces of Chaos. Hopefully I can use the limited space to my advantage. It is unlikely I will be able to beat a chaos space marine in a fair fight. I have decided not to continue with the torch so that I may strike from the shadows. It unnerves me that a Chaos warrior would be running so franticly. I can still hear commotion off in the not so far distance, but no more Bolter shots. As I briskly sprint through the darkness I move around two more chaos warriors that lie on the ground they were clearly shot to death by the one I had killed because the ground was damp with blood where I past them. I have covered a tremendous amount of ground in a short time at the speed I am moving. I stop as I the darkness breaks away. I am at the top of a ladder that descends thirty feet or so down. The ladder is carved into the wall below me and is clearly designed for the much larger chaos warriors. The room below is a large circular room with an alter in the center piled high with burning bodies that lights the room. There are the remains of at least four other chaos strew throughout the room. After quickly glancing over the room my eyes fall on a large monstrous creature is kneeled in front of the alter speaking in a gargled tongue. The speech is not in any language I have ever heard, but I stay atop the ledge and listen and watch considering my options. The monster appears to have been a chaos warrior, for its legs of the creature are clad in the salvaged Red and silver armor of the fallen warriors. While the upper body of the monster was a rippling mass of greyish blue scaly flesh. Its back has a row of spines fallowing its spine. The backpack of the power amore seemed to grow from its back as well. The stabilizers that normally protrude from the backpack are a pair of smaller arms that have what appear to be bone blades in place of hands. The monster has its side turned to me so I can see its entire profile. Its arms are large and hulking clearly extending almost to the ground even if the beast were to stand up straight. Its head looked as though it’s trapped between helmet and fleshy snake head. Shockingly I realize I can understand the monsters murmurings all of the sudden. I breathe slower as I focus in on its words. “Feeding not done, your subjects… they lost their faith. They ran and I denied their glorious sacrifices. I, we need more… more sheep, the glorious icons and … our temple… they require more hands, no bodies, no blood. Me must make move, must extend the hand, yes the hand of chaos. I, we are all that remains.” The beast made a loud snorting sniff and looked up at my location and screamed “have you come to join our glory… no … no you stink of him, you are him are you not? Yes you look different but yes must be you.” The beast stands up straight and turns to me, as he does so the clawed fingers on his left hand extend and slither down like blade tipped tentacles. The beast whips his hand out at me the tentacle extending outward. In an instant I leap off the ledge dragging my sword across the wall to slow my decent, the Striking claws rake across the wall above me. Dust and other rocky debris fall down with me. Making to the ground I tumble a rise upward only to immediately dive to the ground once more to dodge another rake from the beast. The clawed whip leave more gashes in the stone and slither back to the beast as it shouts “where have you hidden him … where … he is a coward … where have you left him!” Quickly recovering I ready to dodge another strike, but the beast instead begins to charge. The beast moves so swiftly despite its size, a chaos warriors armored chatters in a spray of blood and metal shards as the beast tramples over it on its charge, in but in instant in makes it across the room to me. Rolling past the beast striking its side with my sword as I do it slams its self into the wall I had stood in front of. The room shakes and taking no time to recover the beast turns with a grating screech swinging its large clawed hand at me. Catching me off guard I swing defensively at its arm severing it at the elbow. The arm goes flying but striking me as it did, knocking me on my back. Again the beast, howled with agony or rage, immediately continued its attack swinging its whip fingered hand down at me. Rolling to the side as quickly as possible, my hat fall off as I do so, the whip like tendrils slam down crushing everting in a long line across the room. A shower of rock metal and a mist of blood flies up and then falls so that the crunching slam is followed by the patter of the debris falling around the room. Before any more movement was possible the beast already began to swing its hand back up for a second strike as he simultaneously walking toward me. Panic rushes over me knowing I cannot evade this next strike. My eyes widen and I scream as the tendrils come swinging down “QUAL, Qual you bastard!” as the fear envelps me I a warm feeling of calm rage flows though me and I lose my sense of self. I rush to my feet faster than possible, the tendrils slam into me but I do not budge. The ground under me buckles and cracks from the blow. The glancing over I see the tendrils slumped over my left shoulder my arm holding the there. A familiar confusion takes me over as I am not moving yet my body moves. My Right arm moves independently of thought and cuts the tendrils with my sword. The beast stumbles back ward he must have been pulling back trying to regain ownership of his arm. Letting go of the tendrils they slump to the ground at my side, in the same motion my now free arm lunges forward. I look at my own actions with curiosity, lighting arches off my arm tangling together to form a massive pair of jaws. The jaws open wide and lung forward and clamp straight down on the beast as he stumbles back. The beast is hidden by the jaws waist up. A noise like a squished fruit echoes though the rooms as the jaws close completely. The jaws remain for a brief moment more arches of lighting striking parts of the room leaving blackened strike marks randomly across the room. The lighting died into a series of popes from its loud menacing crackling before fading away. The beast’s body is scorched black from the waist up. It swayed a little and then toppled over splitting into two halves the legs still where the beast stood; the torso fell forward with some momentum nearly striking me landing at my feet. My arm is at my side and I flex my fingers, realizing I have control of my actions once more. A sudden sharp pain courses though my skull and light begins to fade from my vision. I am not concerned though just dazed and confused. I relax right before the pinhole of consciousness I have left is enveloped by the enriching darkness.