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“Come on, let’s finish this” Nidhok grunted impatiently, his fingers finding the binding rope around the Cadian’s arms and dragging him up to his knees. The imperial soldier let out a stream of barely coherent insults and prayers, which were promptly silenced by the huge Pactsman’s fist. Nidhok looked at his knuckles, smeared with blood and snot, his face scrunching up into a grimace of disgust.

Blind, however, didn’t want to finish it quickly. He reveled in the act, posed before the huddled crowd of PDF soldiers and civilians of the hive as he flicked his chain-knife on and off.

This particular Cadian had been one of the last captives. The rest have been either killed or converted. Scourger Pig sent off the freshly made, not even initiated Pactsmen to dig grave-pits for the dead. Blind had a hard time understanding why the Scourger insisted on burying the headless corpses of loyalist filth, but accepted Pigs explanation.
The Scourger thought that digging graves for their former comrades would teach them a good lesson. “The Corpse-worshipping scum never do the same favor for us. We need to differ, because if not, how are we better, where’s our honor to separate us from these animals? The Butcher needs the skulls and their blood, but the bodies – leave them to their ilk”, he said.
This one, however, didn’t want to crack. The Cadian stormtrooper, despite all the crying, all the slime pouring down his nose, didn’t want to denounce his Emperor. The Eyeless Centries sergeant could see, how the pathetic struggle found a response in the judging grey eyes of the few dozen Burvaak Hive citizens. Hope and anger, and defiance.

Slowly, Blind grinned, barring his crooked and filed teeth. In these years full of pain and disappointment, he’d learned how to deprive people of them.

His hand planted on the camo green helmet of the Cadian, he outstretched his arm towards the audience. They’ve gathered these people to find medics and technical specialists amongst their midst, but they hadn’t budged. The Pact executed the Ecclesiarchy Confessors that rallied the masses to the front, but it still wasn’t enough. It was evident, that something more earthly should be done. Something to break the repulsive spirit these maggots possessed.

The knife in Blind’s hand revved up again. He nodded to the cameraman Pacter to roll on the holo-pict recorder.

“You, people of Burvaak! Do you believe that your…” He chortled. “Emperor protects you?! Now do you believe that?”
Murmurs, then silence.
The sergeant managed to focus his bitterness and hate, focus it on the waxen, lifeless and braindead faces of loyalist citizenry, the dumb looks upon the few surviving PDF’s faces. Blind grabbed the helmet once more, ignoring the protesting squirms of the Cadian soldier, his nails scraping alongside the helm’s ridges and jerked the doomed man’s head upwards.

“We’ll see then, if your Emperor protects…” He almost whispered, and in one practiced, smooth motion, sunk the small whirring teeth of the chain-knife into opening between the Cadian’s flack collar and the strap of his headgear. The man writhed and twitched futily in the firm grasp of Nidhok, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water – though, not in the eyes of Blind, who’ve never seen a single aquatic creature and just relished in the agony of the dying loyalist. Blind knew how to cut a throat so that the second bloody grin that opens on a man’s neck wouldn’t spew a fountain, but rather dump a steaming load of blood onto the ground.

The Cadians eyes rolled back into his head as he gurgled and spasmed in a pathetic attempt to draw breath, and the people saw how the esophagus and some white-ish strings convulsed inside his slashed throat. The loyalists armor quickly grew slick and dark in the front, as the arteries continued to frantically pump the vital fluids through the dying person’s veins. Blinds grin grew even wider than the mortal wound he inflicted on his enemy. The red of his ocular visor flashed sinisterly, as he felt justice being served.

“Oh, but seems like he didn’t protect you…” His tone took a condescending, falsely remorseful tinge. “Looks like your Corpsegod on the Shit-throne doesn’t care if you die or not, and none of his Angels of Vengeance came to strike me down!”

Blind paused, his thoughts turning back to his encounter with the Astartes, but he quickly regained his composure.

“ He doesn’t protect. He lets your heroes bleed, heralding the eternal glory and honor of the Bloodied one! As it should be, as it will be! You are scum ready to be harvested by your master, and you don’t even try and resist! Heroes!”

The Pactsman’s hand left the helmet of the Cadian, and casting one last, incredibly satisfied glance on the contorted features of the dead imperials face, the tears streaking down his cheeks, he moved forward and squatted down beside a couple of teenage refugees that looked at him with abject horror written all over their faces. The cameraman followed him.

“You can be heroes”, drawled Blind and cautiously licked blood from the now motionless blades of the chainknife. “Or, you can be the one with the knife.”

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Finally finished! My, in my opinion, best work as of late, and the triumphant return of the Blood Pact gang into my work! They're as hateful as ever, and no loyalist would stand in their way to purge the world from infidel Imperial scum.

Spent a llot of time on this, and seeing as how multi-figure work is not my forte, I'm extremely pleased how this came out.

Critique and comment plz, in such cases of dedicated work it's extremely important for me.

ACHTUNG: I'm aware that such works provokes extreme nerdrage in certain individuals. As I'm all for free speech and shiiiet, you can nerdrage and I won't block you. You can post all your teenage "BUUH MY BLACK TEMPLARS WOULD TTLY KICK UR OCS ASS PURGE THE HERETIC BURN THE UNCLEAN". However, I warn you, that my replies to nerdrage would be to nerdrage at you even harder, in which case I won't accept any "you're childish" or "you're a fanboy" remarks if you choose to behave as a braindead fanboy yourself. Just sayin')