"...and the good thing is, he's not dead for long — I GET TO KILL HIM AGAIN!" Magnus the Red: Vulkan?!
Why are you alive?! Vulkan:
Why am I alive? Why would I want to be dead? Being alive is fun! All my friends are here!
Vulkan is dead! Again! Nooooooo! [a couple of minutes later] The Salamanders:
"Oh, look. Vulkan is alive again. Good."
"If ever your flesh should fail, your flesh shall be made anew. This is my covenant with all cerebrates"
Didn't we kill you? Slippery John:
Yeah, you did. Slippery John remembers you now
, creature of twilight
. You were the one who kicked Slippery John in the goolies
and threw Slippery John into that big pit with all the rats. Jim:
The rat pit. Slippery John:
Yeah, you should probably think about clearing some of the bodies out of that thing. Slippery John saw five of his old ones down there
How many times have you been killed? Slippery John:
In this fortress? Coming up to about twelve, Slippery John guesses. Turning out to be a really hard quest, Deadgrave's book. Jim:
So... wait a minute, every time you die you come back with a new body? Slippery John: Don't you?
At the Battle of Schwarthafen, Vlad
was cut down by Jerek Kruger, leader of the Knights of the White Wolf, and the army of Sylvania was defeated by the forces of the Elector of Middenheim. Yet within a year, Vlad von Carstein was leading another army, and Kruger's smashed and bloodless body was found at the foot of the Middenheim spire. At the field of Bluthof, von Castein fell with five lances through his body
and the Count of Ostland's Runefang blade lodged through his heart. Three days later, he was seen ordering the crucifixion of prisoners outside the town gates. At Bogenhafen Bridge, a lucky cannon shoot took von Carstein's head off. Within the hour, the cannon crew were dead and the village was overrun. The soldiers of the Empire were gripped with terror in the face of so seemingly invincible a foe.
Over the next few weeks, Lord Commander Cyrius underwent a hideous transformation
. His mane of hair fell out in clumps, his eyes changed colour, and the copulating figures that decorated his armour writhed and flowed to depict a host of laughing Daemons. To the commanders mounting horror, dark lines appeared under his flesh, pushing outward with each passing night until they formed a maze of scar tissue. His screams were a source of great interest to his fellow Emperors Children, but none came to his aid
. In the Lord Commanders fate they saw the hand of Slaanesh
at work. Some swore that Cyrius shrieks changed in tone, becoming ever more like maniacal laughter.
The next gladiatorial event saw Lucius stride the sands once more, his power armour adorned with the tortured, moaning face of Cyrius
. The heavily scarred swordsman had been reborn, and the Lord Commander had been taken in his place
Change-ed and unlike, this fleshling. Where is your rot? Your buddings? Do you grow? Do you wither? No. No, no... A lifeless beast are you, but no... For you die and die. Not lifeless, but deathless. A flesh-haunted thing.
I don't think I'll ever get used to dying. Celebrimbor:
Then maybe we should stop dying
"My tests have proved conclusively you have retained the ability of retrometabolism. A bullet will make you bleed, you will feel the pain, but after a few hours, even a fatal wound will heal completely. Captain Scarlet, you are still virtually indestructible." "You can't kill him. He'll just be reborn. He's forced to return to the state he was when he was killed. You can't kill a ghost."
on Victor Crowley
, Hatchet II