— Brother Terminator Avant Morrowheim did not approve of the situation at present. The forces of Chaos were outside, baying for flesh and souls, in numbers uncountable. He and the Lord Inquisitor were made to stay in this blighted corridor, part of what was surely the last bastion of His will on this planet, unable to do anything at present. Worse, the Lord Inquisitor's Retinue was not alone here. The wretched Inquisitor Arcturus and his band were standing across from him, and it rankled severely that he could not bring the Emperor's Mercy upon their heretical hides.
As an Argent Crusader, Morrowheim was a man of piety and righteous hatred, moreso than a goodly number of the Adeptus Astartes. It was why he had volunteered his service to the like-minded Lord Inquisitor, whose zeal and determination made him a righteous man worthy of following. He knew, like an ideal Inquisitor should
, where heresy was to be found and dispatched it with swift brutality. Admittedly, some of the man's other followers were strange (and in the case of the Blank, abominable), but the Terminator had no doubts in Bickerstaff's judgement, nor did he find their loyalty suspect. They were all righteous servants of His Majesty the Emperor.
On the other side of the hallway stood the would-be arch-heretic Arcturus. While the man had worthy deeds to his name, his heresies out numbered them significantly. Worst of them all was his ghastly mismanagement of the Gensokyo Primaris Crusade. A world with soil from Holy Terra itself, blessedly still inhabited by humans... but also tainted irrevocably by the swarm of vile mutants, xenos, and heretics surrounding them. It would have been better to save them in blessed fire and purification than to leave them be, so that their souls could at least be reunited with the Emperor's grace. But no. Instead, Arcturus had worked alongside them as allies, making those troops at his disposal do the same. Alongside the insane fool Thomas and the still-traitorous Marines of the Steel Judicators, the arch-heretic murdered the Lord Inquisitor's own son, and signed treaties
of peace and recruitment with the indigines soon after, becoming a hero amongst their wretched race all while noble blood stained his fingers.
More abominable still, he recruited vampiric monsters from the past, their blasphemous existence plain as day to the Terminator. Their forms meant little to him. They were as human as the calumnious parasite xenos he had fought not long ago, and were just as deserving of His purifying Mercy. Further, their maidservant, human though she appeared, had a great wrongness in her control of matters temporal, power which looked to him more feats of a daemon than those of a psyker. The Indigines' magic was a heresy all its own, seemingly drawing no power from the Empyrean, and unworkable by many loyal Imperials. Those Guardsmen whom worked with the Inquisitor were little better, following the man without question, and even with loyalty!
Vexing too was the Inquisitor's wife, Saint Zelenin. Morrowheim had meditated a great deal on how to regard this most powerful of Arcturus' allies, whose affiliation and past told him that she must be destroyed with the rest, but whose holiness was true and worthy. This was the sole major point where the Terminator thought the Lord Inquisitor was incorrect. The woman had clearly been chosen by the Emperor to be one of his Living Saints, and who was he assert that the Master of Mankind would choose one of the unworthy for such a state? No, as far as he could cipher, the Saint was under the foul influence of her husband, honoring her marriage over the natural task of seeing such a heretic for what he was. An open heart, like an open mind, was not unlike a fortress with its gates unbarred and ill-guarded, after all. The solution would be a simple one, and would only rid His service of a traitor, not a chosen servant.
The floor shuddering neath his feet shook him from his thoughts. He readied his storm bolter, eyeing the door.
" Your orders, Lord Inquisitor?
edited 29th Jun '12 4:17:07 PM by Colonial1.1