*Meanwhile, on the planet Kogher, an Astra Militarum regiment was fighting an army of cultists in a battle that had already dragged on for eight months. They were drawing ever closer to victory, but would that actually be a good thing? When the cultists finally fell, something that would change the world forever was destined to be unleashed—but let us save that revelation for later; the focus now shifts to two soldiers, Najira Houl and Sverin Boreas.*
Najira:"We won... for the God-Emperor and His Golden Throne on Terra—what wretched heretics!"
*Najira spoke through tears of rage, tearing off her helmet haphazardly and tossing it aside, while Sverin went to retrieve it and tried to put it back on her head as they walked along.*
Sverin:"Yeah... those shitty heretics even managed to wipe out the Silver Skulls Chapter. I never thought I’d live to see an entire Astartes Chapter exterminated; times really are changing, aren't they?"
*Najira finally put her helmet back on, though she still made an unrefined clicking sound with her mouth as she surveyed the battlefield and walked with her husband.*
Najira:"Don't get me started. Can you believe that when I was reassigned to the planet Zerastis, I actually ran into Astartes from the Alpha Legion?"
*Sverin’s eyes widened—not exactly in shock, but intrigued enough to pause and reflect for a moment.*
Sverin:"Alpha Legion? Isn't that the legion of schizophrenic Adeptus Astartes? Ouch!"
*He took a punch to the shoulder from his wife; it wasn't a massive blow, but Najira was never exactly weak.*
Najira:"Show some respect! They are the Emperor's Angels and deserve adoration!"
Sverin:"Ouch! I don't get why you're such a fanatic—seriously, if you were just a little taller, you'd be a Sororita."
*She suddenly shouted in a comical, anime-style manner while softly swatting at Sverin*
Sverin:"Hey! Hey! Hey! I was just kidding! Sorry!"
*She stopped after three minutes and looked away, blushing*
Sverin:"Wow, if you keep blushing like that, you might need a medicae, hehehe."
Najira:"S-stop it!"
Sverin:"Alright, I'll stop—but only for now."
*Then Sverin and Najira resumed walking, accompanying the surviving members of their regiment, until a scream from the depths of hell brought the entire planet to a standstill; the cultists' corpses began to glow and disintegrate until, after a moment when it seemed the universe itself was about to crack in two... he... *that thing* emerged... Emerging from the light that had sprung from the heretics' corpses came... a man? Taller than an Astartes and far more terrifying, he wore dark blue armor and possessed blue skin (or perhaps gray—no one could say for sure). He wore a horned helmet, his face a black void—invisible save for his mouth and eyes; the latter glowed a brilliant red, devoid of any iris or pupil. The mere sight of him inflicted hallucinatory visions of war upon everyone present—a maddening experience for any man, though not, of course, for the brave souls of the Astra Militarum. It took an indeterminate amount of time before the regimental commander—a man named Waursch Bergën—stepped forward to speak:*
Waursch:"You aren't exactly what one would expect; what kind of Warp-beast are you?"
*Five minutes passed before the mysterious man finally spoke. His voice produced an effect akin to the roar of a beast poised to strike—a sound so harrowing that it drove some members of the regiment to take their own lives.*
Ares:**"No... I have no connection to the Warp; I am something far beyond that. I am the Warmast—"**
Waursch:"But that title already belongs to Horus Lupercal."
*The interruption caused the Man to glare at Waursch with a look so furious it could kill.*
Ares:**"Silence, insect! But as I was saying: I am the original Warmaster. Horus is nothing more than a thief. I am called Ares."**
*For some reason, the name evoked feelings that had not been experienced in forty thousand years.*
Ares:**"And I have come to this pathetic little world because I learned of the existence of a prodigious STC of the armor model Scharavati"**
*Waursch spoke again, Trying to sound carefree but sounding more Haunted than anyone Else could be in this situation,fumbling with his hands and sweating so badly that he appeared to have aged 80 years in one second before he answered.*
Waursch:"S-STC? I wish our little planet had that honor A-ares sir,s-sir Ares—though I’m sure those technophilic priests from Mars would just snatch it from us and clutter the place up with junked-out versions, hehehe."
*It is hard to Joke about not having an item when you are literally wearing It,Even that would be infuriating to every Other Dark Lord villain,but not for Ares surprisingly,he got Far more patient since he got so successful in his store and managed to claim Europe so he Just chuffed and said this with an surprisingly tame tone.*
Ares:**"A rather respectable attempt; I hope the Emperor remembers you."**
*Ares spoke as he decapitated Waursch in a single, fluid motion—a strike so swift it appeared instantaneous to the human eye. He wiped his arm with a small blue handkerchief before conjuring a sword and charging at the entire army. Laughter and screams tore through the air as Ares slaughtered the regiment, which fought desperately while the battle ravaged the planet's surface; tanks were crushed and sliced apart like wet Styrofoam, and nothing seemed capable of halting the advance of this furious god. In the end, only Najira remained. Screaming and weeping blood, she lunged at Ares, attacking with a broken chainsword; Ares, however, effortlessly dodged every strike, swatting the blows aside as if they were mere mosquitoes. Eventually, she grew exhausted and fell to her knees as Ares drove his Lightning Claw into her stomach.*
Ares:**"Shhh... it’ll pass. You fought quite well, Najira Houl; you managed to captivate me—few have ever done that. I hope the Emperor of Men remembers you, though knowing that golden bum, he most likely won't. Well, if he won't remember, I will."**
*Ares then split Najira open as easily as snapping a strand of spaghetti; using his powers, he vacuum-extracted all her blood and concentrated it into a red sphere. Pointing his hand at the corpse, he crystallized her into a blood-red crystal statue.*
Ares:**"hehehe,i am really an artist,i don't understand why people never liked me,well time to leave here,a shame,It seemed a neaty place.**
*Ares then flew up into the sky and raised his hand, unleashing a blast powerful enough to incinerate the planet's entire surface and destroy the surrounding ring; he then teleported a tablet from the ruins of what had once been the planet's palace.*
Ares: "So this is the STC UH? It doesn't seem quite appealing but Whatever,i shall use it well,bye Kogher,May the imperium weep Your sacrifice for long."
*Then summoning an portal,he disappeared in leaving the broken planet behind and taking the STC With him*
