Time stopped for what seemed to be indefinitely.
The world, the solar system, the whole battlefield played out across the galaxy as a whole, halted as pressure from another realm poured through.
Horus, broken and near death, was being empowered by the combined might of the warp.
His body morphed under such power that he changed from a young boy covered in makeshift metal-plated armour to a gigantic forty-foot giant.
But nothing mattered as the sword of Nazareth slowly broke through the god's will.
Within the warp itself, the four 'beings' roared in anger as they watched this mortal, this plaything, break their game.
The sword slowly plunged into Horus's armour, the dreaded armour Serpent's scales peeled away from Nazareth's sword as it plunged deeper and deeper through layer after layer of high condenced matter.
But that came to a halt as hands began grappling with the sword. Each differing in size, colour and sheer strength.
Nazareth could do nothing as his superhuman body and demi-god-like soul had the whole of the warps' attention upon it. Nazareth, within his mindscape, watched in sheer horror as the sword was forced away by the combined hands, and with it, he himself was sent flying towards the collesuems walls.
With the threat now gone, time resumed. Battle both on planet and in the void of space continued their desperate roar as both men and metal beasts alike tore at one another's throats.
- Upon Nazareth's Flagship - The Hyperion -
"Sir, the traitors' void shields are down!"
A Astartes near a console yelled as from the viewports, eight gigantic weapons ports along the frontal spine of the ship aimed starboard.
The ship itself began to vibrate as the weapons began powering their secondary reactors and as power from the main anti-matter reactor swapped from powering secondary systems to singular ones.
"FIRE!"
A astartes in blood red, mixed with ash and silver, yelled, calling the void itself to ripple as beams brighter than the sun itself appeared within the Sol System.
The eight beams pierced the void, travelling faster than light itself.
The opposing traitors, one of the nine dark mechanicus continental ships which had turned when Fabricator-General Kelbor-Hal rebelled, could do nothing.
The size of the beams condensed by millions of watts of power mixed with the influence of the warp and anti-matter pierced the dark mechanical ship, ignoring both, void and gamma shield tore kilometres-sized holes along its port side.
The dark mechanicus ship halted as fire easily kilometres in size spread throughout the ship.
Only then did the void respond, surrounding frigates and destroyers and even an emperor-class battleship protecting the dark mechanics ship were torn asunder as the residual heat, radiation and anti-matter completely shredded their defences, leaving only kilometres-long wreckage.
"Mi-lord, what a transmission is being received from the arch-traitor's ship!"
A girl easily in her twenties yelled to the commanding Astartes, who responded in kind.
"Bring it upon the main viewport"
At that, a view appeared in front of all the crew commanding the mighty stellar vessel.
It was their gene father, their king, their 'god', wielding his weapon upon the arch traitor's body and piercing his armour.
The room fell silent as all watched only to see their primarch fly across the room as Horus stood up and rapidly began transmorphing.
"Stop the transmission!"
Somebody roared as Horus, now standing at forty metres, looked directly at the camera.
Many within the room, both astartes and mortals alike, collapsed under the sheer look.
ZZzzzzz
With that, the transmission was cut as silence rained upon the command centre.
All eyes turned to the leader of the Astartes as everybody was in a state of shell shock.
"Turn ship 046 degrees, we must save our Primarch even if we loose this ship!"
At that, nobody objected as the turrets aligned the full length of the ship, halted firing as power from every reactor was moved towards the engines.
- Hyperion's Engine Room -
"By the Omnissiah!"
A mechanicus tech priest shouted in a mix of low Gothic and binary as multiple screens flashed red warnings as power levels surged. He could do nothing as a sudden ringing alerted him.
"This is High lord, Quaritch of the Hyperion, engine seer full power!"
The tech priest couldn't protest as he moved from the vertual phone towards a large multitude of red buttons and began rapidly pressing them.
- Upon the Arch-traitor's ship - Vengeful spirit -
Horus could speak, for if he did, then he felt that his whole being would collapse; every movement came easier than the wind blowing through a grass field.
"YOU BASTARD!"
Horus turned to see his significantly smaller brother charge at him.
Horus's mind, already overwhelmed by the daemonic gods, held no resemblance to himself, for he was now the puppet and physical embodiment of all four gods.
Horus watched as his smaller brother moved slower and slower towards him until he finally had enough and, with his foot, which was already larger than Nazareth himself, gave a small kick which ultimately sent Nazareth flying into the Lupercal's roof.
"Give Up, Son of the Anatheom, for this is our victory"
A multitude of voices emitted from Horus's mouth as four smiling, tooth-beared smiles appeared all over Horus's face.
Nazareth tried to stand but his body and soul both fully opposed his decision; his nano-second of blocking from body and soul allowed Horus to appear directly in him.
Horus looked at his brother, his 'all-powerful', 'perfect', 'The Emperor incarnate' with Hate and Spite.
Horus, looked at his hands, both of his weapons were gone, destoryed by this filthy heaven.
Horus looked down upon his brother as a sword, Nazareth's sword, appeared from a rift which gently allowed itself to be gripped by Horus.
Nazareth looked in anger and defeat as he was hauled off the floor and into the air by his brother's hand, whilst the other grabbed his sword.
"You are everything I despise, you are everything I HATE, YOU ARE EVERYTHING I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE!"
With Horus's final words, the sword of Nazareth plunged directly through its owner. This act seemed to destabilise the world around the two as both stared into one another's eyes.
"Till Death Does Us, Part Brother..."
Nazareth spat blood upon Horus's face as from within the warp, the very foundations of which it hoists itself upon, began to tremble.
- The Warp / immaterium -
"What's going on?"
Nurgle yelled as he watched his realm, his infinite realm, begin falling into the wearlpool of the warp.
"I don't know?"
Tchzeench yelled with fear within his very voice as he watched his tower, the place he had claled home for millennia, collapse and fall into the void of the warp.
"NO!"
Khorne screamed in agner as his thrown as completely dismantled, with every skull pile surrounding it falling into the darkness below.
"Please NO!"
Shlanessh shreiked as she watched her pleasure fields collapse and decay before turning to dust and disappearing into nothing.
- The Emperor's View -
I watched within my psychic domain as tentacles from the darkest pits of the warp surged towards the gods' domains. Each tearing and eating swarms of territory claimed by the dark ones.
My son, oh my sons, they sacrificed everything, their lives, their souls, their very bodies turned and eaten as the darkest of tentacles wrapped around my two most favourite sons' souls.
- The Materium -
Quaritch roared as the ship entrusted by his Primarch began disintegrating under the continued bombardment of enemy ships.
He could physically see the Vengeful spirit, and when he arrived, he left the whole legion to save their Primarch.
However, these dreams were cut short as the bird surrounding the vengeful spirit was broken and cracked.
Warp daemons throughout the galaxy shrieked in pain as black words, visible to the naked eye, poured from these cracks in reality.
Quaritch watched as tentacles, hundreds of kilometres long and tens wide, gripped the vengeful spirit in a desperate pull as if, if they let go, they themselves would die.
Quaritch watched in fear, anger, and every feeling quickly shifting through them as the ship was torn apart, from the largest of chunks of debris to the tiniest, which were dragged into the cracks in the void.
"I... I have failed"
Quarotch could bearly speak as he collapsed.
- Nazareths mind space -
Nazareth watched as his final battle within Horus ended with both being dragged into the abyss of the warp, with him dragging along nearly 2 full gods of the warp with him.
tears began forming within his eyes as brightness overwhelmed him.
Memories flashed before being removed, his vision collapsed along with the rest of his body and soul before finally becoming nothing but 'words'.
- Medical room 2 / Designation 01001101 01100101 01100100 01101001 01100011 01100001 01101100 00100000 01110010 01101111 01101111 01101101 00100000 00110010 -
Figures stood over a gigantic human body covered with bandages and all sorts of inputs of medical fluids and pipes.
"How long until he wakes?"
A female voice called out as a series of beeps and boops responded.
"Within the week, although with his biology, he may regain consciousness within the day or two days, this is changing at this moment. He did take a daemonic axe to the chest, so don't hold my words highly, Miss..."
"Jill."
"Very well then"
Metal legs hit the floor as a figure retreated.
"We await your return my king"
Jill's soft and almost fanatical voice called at as a single irregular 'Beep' occurred