Death Stalker
Prelude
He could hear the whispers......the screams of horror and terror.....the voices. He couldn't get a peace of mind. Too many nightmares. Too many daemons. Every time he closed his eyes, he could people fleeing, screaming their lungs out. The blood. The slaughter. The fire that burned their victims but it didn't granted them eventually death. No......The unholy fire consume it's victim. The fire would've kept burning you until you submitted to the pain. It speaks to you. Entice you to give in. Either you burn forever or you exchange your soul for relief.
He knows as much because the fire burnt him also but by sheer force of will, he somehow exorcise himself......he don't know......he could still hear the voices. The voices.....they wouldn't silence themselves. Every moment, they....it speaks, suggestions of heresy, blood, relief......but he knew he would be damned for all eternity if he agrees. He prayed to the Emperor, prayed that he forgives him for living do long with......the voices. He is tainted but at the same time, he wasn't sure. The psykers don't know. The Medicae don't know. Even the Inquisition don't know but they would've have killed him if it wasn't for her. Damn her for this torture. Damn her to the Warp. You can't die just yet. The Emperor has need of your......abilities she said. What does she know what the Emperor wants. He is.....
He pushed out the thought. It could be the voices playing their mind tricks again. Making him go against the beloved Emperor. He knows he has a duty and a blood debt to pay back. He is the servant of the Emperor of Mankind but would the Emperor want a tainted men like him? He doesn't know. The others might say otherwise but........Another mind trick. He continued his prayer at the chapel of the Enlightenment, a mighty battle cruiser. Her ship. His prison. An irony. He chuckled at the notion.
'Are you done yet?' said a voice.
He continued on praying, ignoring her.
'Come...
