Lord Apostle Daemosthenes Boake - Chaos Undivided
Screams rang out, heard over the roar of flames and the staccato of bolter fire. The despairing screams of women, children and men alike, as their world crumbled around them. Armoured boots thundered madly through the streets, the crazed howls and roars of warp-addled superhumans meeting the ears of the doomed.
Lord Apostle Daemosthenes Boake strode calmly past his subordinates as they tortured, brutalised and murdered with zeal anyone that was unfortunate enough to meet their gaze. A gaggle of once normal men, now mutilated, broken and insane, followed Boake closely, stumbling, falling and beating each other in their attempts to get closer to the one voice they wished to hear. The words of the God-Speaker.
Lord Boake fingered the tattered and frayed of an ancient book, and read aloud the words found there, feeling the power held in them flow through his voice and trap the souls of the fools that hung on his every syllable. "This world will be mine", mused Boake, "these people fall to the Ruinous Powers so easily, the gods shall dine well on souls this night!"
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