Warhammer 40K - [Dawn of War 01] - Dawn of War
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I am free, Gabriel—you have my thanks.
Show yourself, daemon! yelled Gabriel into his own mind.
You will see my form soon enough—you who are my herald!
I am not your herald, warp-spawn—I am your vanquisher. It was I who destroyed the Maledictum, said Gabriel, shaking his head invisibly.
Yes, it was you who released me from that prison, liberating me with your every sacrifice…
Gabriel’s soul rebelled, struggling to keep its distance from the vile rape of his consciousness. He refused to believe. My sacrifices were not in your name, daemon. We fought to destroy you.
And yet it was you who spilt the blood of the orks. It was you who mixed the blood of the Chaos Lord and his sorcerer into the giant altar that is Tartarus. And it was you who thwarted the attempts of the eldar witch to prevent my coming…
“No!” Gabriel let out a scream of defiance, throwing himself forwards into the flames of the pyre and burning his body out of its vision. A strong hand gripped his shoulder and dragged him out of the fire.
“They are gone, Gabriel,” said Prathios in soft, low tones. “You must think about the future now.”
Gabriel shrugged the hand from his shoulders and jumped to his feet, realising at last whose voice he had heard curdling around in his head. He strained his eyes against the firelight, staring over to the side of the funeral pyre, but there was nobody there. He spun on his heel, scanning the darkness around the assembly of kneeling Blood Ravens—nothing.
I knew that I was right about you, Captain Angelos, came the voice again, slipping into his mind and taunting him. The righteous are always the easiest to lead, especially the ignorant and the righteous.
“I know you now!” cried Gabriel, spinning on the spot and yelling into the night, as the smoke from the funeral pyre started to squirm and coil. The eddies began to curdle and mould into swimming shapes, hinting at a face in the firelight. Standing on top of the pyre was the immolated figure of man, his flesh blazing with flames and dripping down into the inferno below.
The face in the smoke resolved for an instant, and a low, cackling laugh echoed down the mountainside. It was the face of Mordecai Toth, frozen for a moment, but then whirled into a blur by a sudden gust of wind. Then it was gone, leaving only the distant echoes of laughter in the valley below.
“Knowledge is power, daemon! I know you now! I know your name and your form! You may have escaped the confines of Tartarus, but you will never escape me. With your freedom, you have guaranteed your annihilation,” yelled Gabriel, his voice dropping from a cry to a whisper as he muttered his silent vow.
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