[Author Note: Sorry everyone for not update in a couple of months, it just I'd suffered from the ever infamous writer's block, n have other fictions to attend at the same time. So I've been letting this novel, gather dust, I'll try to keep update, and continuing my first fic, hope ull enjoy this chapter, have good day or nite đź‘Ť]
(General POV)
Location the Atomic Heart World-Planet: Earth, Kazakh SSR. Pavlov Complex
As the Twin released a massive surge of psyker power, and the AI consciousness of Chariton Zakharov was consumed and recycled by the Lord of the Forge, the once pristine, and sleek office of Dmitry has been utterly blown away by the sheer psychic forces, being released by the two cybernetic women.
Sergey Nechayev, he was desperately trying to fight against whatever it happening, as a art statue of somekind, was torn from the ground, soaring straight towards him, desperately pushing his strength through his body, he'd rolled out of danger, but the invisible forces still pushed him back against the wall.
He saw as Dmitry, suddenly stopped struggling, being tossed around like a rag doll, smashing onto some stuff, as his face and skull was busted open, bleeding profusely...but still he'd was able to speak.
Sergey, he heard him mumble something, "He who exist in machines. He that is the authority in artificial sentience. He dwells in forges of hellfire and burning souls. He that create mechanical innovation..." over and over, until the Twin started to...perform.
They started performing a intricate, elegant, and graceful ballet, between them, as the psychic force that once emanated from them, started to lessen and become more focused.
They started performing various moves and techniques of the dance, plié, pirouette, tendu, relevé, chassé, jeté, pas de bourrée and more, all the while they started to change, right in front of Sergey, as they spun around in a wide oval, mirror pattern, getting closer to each other they started sprouting...wings, actually wings.
Massive, graceful, elegant...and malignant set of wings, as all the metals of the office, from copper, iron, steel, and more, was all being drawn to Left and Right's back, wires and joints making the base for blades, and sharp metallic shards to similar feathers.
Some of the metal that didn't become apart of these wings, spun around the Twins, making pieces of armor and accessories for these robots.
The dark symbol of the Forgemaster, strapped around their neck and waist (Dark Mechanicum symbol), golden and copper finger claws, started binding to elegant digits, Right gain a massive Veil of thin wire strands, while Left a wide skirt of mesh and springs.
Once the Twins meet at the center of this spin, they held each other close, hands gripping the other in intertwined fingers and claws, metal melted...actually melted all around the Twins.
But Sergey felt no heat, but instead a unnatural discomfort in his very being, even as the psychic push stopped pressing on his body, and he'd slid onto the floor, he couldn't move.
As his mind and soul, it couldn't comprehend or accept what's happening before him, that melted mass of metal, merged and forged itself into pair of gala masks, that gently landed on each Twin's respected hand.
Right placed on her sister Left, a silver mask that only had one eye-hole, a gold and copper ornamental bat-winged skull aquila with a eight-point star background at the upper edge of the mask.
While Left placed a steel mask with closed eyes, slightly covering the right cheek, various gears and bevels adorning the mask, on Right's face.
They thought of that they were now alive...they can feel...they are one and seperate at the same time...they are, as they turned to wretched form of Dmitry, the man that once made and program them, holding each other tightly, they stretched out their right hands at the human.
Channeling their power, the power of the Immaterium, now flowing through them by the honor, benevolence, and mercy of their Dark God, psyker power burst forth!!
Tearing apart everything in front of the two, wires, live cables, bolts, metal casing, beams, and ribbar all moved at the will of the Twins.
Stretching out towards the broken Dmitry, Sergey watched this, and his soul...his actual soul was yelling to him to run, get up and get away pronto.
Fighting through the pain and fear, Sergey crawled away slowly and quietly, occasionally turning back to catch glances on Dmitry's final fate.
All those pieces of machine, metal, and scrap pierced into the man's flesh, blood, flesh, gore, and more spilled out the body of this previous genius.
Then all that metal and machine parts started twisting into massive mechanic power claws, wires and cables are connecting to various parts of the body, speaking of the body of Dmitry, it's mutating from the energy of the warp, more limbs, bone pertrutions, mouths, horns, deformed heads, and eyes are appearing all over the body of Dmitry.
Mass and flesh mixed with machinery, as a bloated and grotesque creature was still growing and mutating under the power of the new Machine Elder Daemon.
Another power claw, along with a gatling gun ending arm grew off the monster, insectoid legs, a giant robotic leg, barely lifting off the mutated mass, as the Twins started lowering their arms, and slowly stopping their channeling of daemonic power to the former mortal.
At the end, as the newly created warp spawn was finished and roaring...in a grotesque manner, the Twins bowed with grace, before they spread their wings, flapping them as they flew off the ground.
The Twins flew out the destroyed viewing window and wall that used to be apart of this office, they left to go where their dark master is summoning them, leaving a barely standing Sergey with a semiautomatic aiming the gun at the Warpspawn Dmitry, who just noticed him.
Sergey started firing his gun at the mutated monster, as Dmitry roared at him, and swung a giant power claw at him...
(Carnage God POV)
Location the Warhammer 40k World-The Immaterium: The Neutral Space-The Infinity Fountain Resting Place
Again my new little brother has impressed me.
Not only did he get a bit more powerful, by consuming the main villain AI of Atomic Heart, but also obtained his new Elder Daemon, the Left & Right Twins, which is the reason of my impress feeling, he has style.
Even if 40k hasn't fully reach modern Grimdark aesthetic, he'd practically created and designed she daemons...or daemon, into something that even the loyalist skiitari, would drop to their bionic legs, and in reverence pray and wouldn't dare besmersh with unworthy glances.
I'd suggested these iconic modern robots to serve as personal servents, and handmaidens to Vashtorr, now these twins might lead machine daemon legions, in Vashtorr's name with how strong and capable he'd made them.
As they just unleashed a high level, warp spawn of flesh and machine onto the world of Atomic Heart, seems that Vashtorr doesn't have much care for that world, so he'd must have let the Twins do whatever they want.
I glance over at the shadowy silhouette of Vashtorr, as he is collecting the essence of the Twins coming out the Void Gate, then I noticed Tzeentch whose cackling, as he spoke out to me and the others, "My brothers. This new sibling, keeps me on my toes and is greatly amusing." no one disagree with the Lord of All-Change.
With this just leaves Megatron Combiner to collect and we can finish the oath between us, officially gaining Vashtorr as a ally and sibling, instead of a new enemy, then we can focus on other things, as we're close to the Age of Strife, and we still need to get the Great Horn Rat, Ultnarth apart of our pantheon, regardless things about to get much interesting, since soon the Anathema will make that deal with us, and the Primarch shall be created.
I can hardly wait, as the Void Gate started spinning around the white void, and the Infinity Fountain started working again...