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[Prosperan Son]

A Saint they called him. Not an Imperial Saint of course, but Chaos. They were rare, but not unheard of, and the Chaos Forces had been blessed by his presence.

A meeting has been arranged. Ariok and his warband, personally requested by the Saint, are aboard the captured Retribution Class Grand Class Cruiser, Tear of Xanadu. It is a metropolis of steel, a behemoth of the void.

You are currently entering the hanger bay, the docking bay to your vessel's doors opening to reveal two lines of human soldiers stand at attention, clad in a dark red carapace armor, their faces are masked by rebreather masked fit around the mouth, resembling snarling mouths, laughing grins, and saddened frowns. A welcoming party.

[Lord Ariok]

Ariok walks towards the front line, his personal guard close by. He only stopped when he was right in front of one of the soldiers staring at him with his hate filled eyes and his voice boomed with authority and an ancient evil "so he sends us a welcome company does he? how kind... or more like a feast either way i am greatful" he then adresses the warriors "i am greatful for this welcome and honoured that your Lord has asked for me to personally come and have an audiance with him" Ariok then smiled and beared his sharp teath "but i am eager to know what his intentions are when will i meet with him"

[Prosperan Son]

The warrior addressed appears to be a Captain, ranking pins hung over his shoulder. He appears unphased by the Astartes, where a lesser man would have fallen to his knees by the Chaos Lords overwhelming presence.

He turns to face you, his skin is a pallid grey and the mask over his jaw resembles a stern frown. His eyes are black, like a dolls" The Anointed awaits your company in his personal chambers. We are to accompany you there, If you you and your retinue will follow me." He informed him briefly, his voice a raspy metallic tone by the respirator.

[Lord Ariok]

Very well little one take me to this 'Anointed' Ariok then begins to feel his blades presance and thinks as if conversing with it "calm yourself if this Anointed sends us to kill for him your lust will be satiated if he betrays us the same result so be calm and sleep" Ariok observed the armour colores of the humans and begins wondering if he has seen it before

[Prosperan Son]

"Right this way." The Officer replied, leading them down the lines of soldiers. The Company broke their stances and followed behind.

"The Anointed wishes to show you his gratitude for the contributions that your forces will be able to make to the battles below. Both forces have been in a deadlock for the last three weeks." The Captain informed Ariok as they walked on. His armor was a dark red, possibly drenched in blood. Numerous symbols and ruins of the Dark Gods were embellished across his armor.

[Lord Ariok]

Ariok continued walking and stopped staring at the colors "your Lord seems certain i will kill for him if this thank you or reward does not benefit me or my standing with the Gods it is almost pointless being here do you understand little one?"

[Prosperan Son]

"They say that he can see into the future. When he makes a prediction it is never wrong. If he believes that you will fight for him, then the promise he offers will surely be worth your time." The Captain informed him as they walked past a gang of slaves that were en-route towards the hangar bay, carrying several large crates.

After thirty minutes of traversing the massive vessel, they had finally reached the Saint's private chambers. They stopped at the doorway, a small bulkhead door unadorned. by any symbols.

[Lord Ariok]

Ariok stood still feeling power radiating past that door "so he is here then, very good open the door captain" Ariok then prepares to walk inside the room and meet his host. His daemon weapon was starting to scream with bloodlust when he drew closer to the room.

[Prosperan Son]

"Of course, honored lord."The Captain complied, tapping a sequence into the door panel. The bulk door slid to the side. Immediately an unsettling wave of power and a dark radiance emanated from the room. To all it felt as though they were upon death's door. The temperature around them all dropped rapidly. This was the presence given off by a daemon. Multiplied a thousand fold.

[Lord Ariok]

Ariok walked in feeling little pressure on his mind by the presance "hmmm your Aura is more powerful than my own you must be well favoured you even managed to get my weapon roaring for your blood tell me who are you Lord?" Ariok stood with a disturbing smile upon his fetures as he reveled in the fact that there is someone more powerful than himself.

[Prosperan Son]

"I am Malbogia Garrus." A voice replied in a soft whisper. The room was large, making sense given it's occupant. It was unlit by any lumens, the only light source that of candles that were mounted on the walls. The flames a dark purple. One of the candles was set above a work bench, a set of power armor reminiscent to a black beetle's body set down. Several blades hung down from chains hooked to the ceiling. A sabre with a spider-legged guard, another had a eagle winged grip, similiar to those used by the Dark Angels, and a third that obviously belonged to a Black Templar.

There was a display on the other wall, the cracked helms of several astartes mounted on them. A Dark Angel, Space Wolf, Blood Angel, One of a World Eater, and a Black Templar. Malbogia was standing near the display case, admiring it. He was adorned in black robes, his skin a dark tan.There was scripture tattooed all over his body, save for his head which remained bare.

[Lord Ariok]

Ariok smiled at the displayes amused he cllected the blades and helms like coins "well then Malborgia what is the precise porpouse you summoned me here your captain spoke of a thank you but that hardly justifies me coming here for something so little" Ariok moved slowly towards the displays and admired them awaiting an answer

[Prosperan Son]

Malbogia turned to face him, the Saint's face clear, unblemished by any markings save for a scar over the right side of his scalp. His eyes were a bright gold.

"We wage a three front war across three planets. The forces at my disposal are formidable but not nearly enough. A wild card is needed. A specialist force that can break the sieges that we find ourselves in." He revealed, opening the display. He pulled out the helmet belonging to the Black Templar, examining it's features carefully.

[Lord Ariok]

Ariok did not moved he was still examaning the collection "so you want my forces to spearhead the enemy and break down there lines and relive your forces of the pressure they are under" Ariok turned to meet the Saints gaze "the reward will have to be of immense value for to even consider such a proposal.

[Prosperan Son]

"That is precisely what I want."Malbogia replied bluntly as he returned the helm back to it's display. Walking over to a small stand, he pulls a necklaces out, tying it around his neck. There are small pieces off Soriatas armor ringed around it, similar trophies.

"I offer you the ultimate reward for those who serve the Gods Above." The Saint made a small gesture with his hand at the mere mention of Dark Ones." Ascension. To become one with Chaos. A God in your own right."

[Lord Ariok]

Ariok smiled fiercly "the gods themselfs have the power to give me godhood what artifact do you have in your possession?" Ariok walked up to Malborgia "you have a deal then if you have the means to get me the power to become a God then the Bringers of Darkness are at your disposal

[Prosperan Son]

"I am a vessel through which the Gods extend their will. Their power flows through my veins and they are gracious enough to reward those who serve them."Malbogia stated with a calmness that betrayed the power within him. He raised his unarmored hand and pressed it against Ariok's chestplate, the veil of darkness separating around his fingers.

For all that he appeared, a simple human, the power that could be felt in that moment of contact was immense. Whatever, Malbogia was, it seemed as though the aether itself was sealed within him, held back by the merely the skin."Break this deadlock Ariok, and you will obtain the power that you have so hungry hunted. This I promise."

[Lord Ariok]

Ariok stood still feeling the power from malborgia "very well I will do this for you for the ultimate reward I will carve a bloody path toward my godhood"

[Prosperan Son]

"Yes, you will"Malbogia replied with a small smile. The first and only sign indicating his devotion towards the Gods were his teeth. All of them razor sharp as nails. " Gather your brothers and prepare for insertion. The coordinates for your mission will arrive in the hour."

[Lord Ariok]

Ariok turned towards the door to head out "very well, I will have my warriors prepared to do battle I will dominate the field and if the gods will it i will turn a planet into a daemon world one of great power derived from all the dead souls upon it" Ariok then walked outside the door and began walking toward his transport laughing manicly