The sun rose on Verlutas, its glow lighting up the buildings and vehicles of the newly accompanied forces of the Imperium. They had just made planet fall several months ago and they had already begun initialising the world under Imperial control. The previous population were no-where to be found however, no trace of an actual civilisation was found on the planet’s surface nor underground, something that raised several eyebrows of the Imperial commanders, but nevertheless, this world useful for it was on the northern ridge of the Eye of Terror, making it an excellent attack base.

Recent reports of strange activity had been reported in on rare occasions, but nothing too serious was recorded, not before the Verlutas Purgatus. The area of which the enemy struck was a mountain ridge, where the main fort for the Space Marine Scouts were trained and gotten used to high-elevation combat which their use of sniper rifles and grenades were most effective.

Soon, air raid and attack beacons and alarms began blazing, as several turbo lasers struck the mountain and blew it into pieces as the foundations were evaporated by the energy beams, sending the fort into the ground in which it was so far up from, killing a vast amount of scout squads and a chaplain who was on roll call to check up on the morale of the troops, not expecting to see a full on attack from high in orbit.

As soon as word got back to the main hive city, the mountain ridge was taken by a large and well prepared force of Chaos Marines, led by a Lord Cerias, who had came to this world for the sacred armour in which the Gods promised him if he could reclaim it from the maw of the enemy. Cerias knew what to do, he organised his Havocs and Cultists to finish off any survivors as he set up a forward command post where the old fort was, defiling any remaining Space Marines or icons to the Emperor.

“We attack here,” pointed out Cerias, placing his lightning claw on the holographic display of the planet, its energies fizzled with the contact of the claw.
“Sire, won’t it be easier to attack here and move up to a more...vantageful position?” argued Ymuega, one of Cerius most trusted servants and accompanied Sorcerer.
Ymuega placed his power armour gauntlet on the hologram, watching it make crackling noises as it fizzed out and back on, being disrupted by the Sorcerer’s actions.
“If we attack here...” Ymuega continued, “We could attack the Imperial forces and catch them off bounds, destroying any contact with other areas and also isolating them from any reinforcements,” he explained in his toned voice of his vox grill on his helmet, the rim crackled with psychic energies of the warp as the surface of his power armour moved and changed.

Cerias looked at the Sorcerer, seeing something that had happened to his old friend, dimly remembering how useful he was when he was loyal to the Emperor, being the chief librarian of the chapter and now a chief sorcerer of this chaos chapter. Slowly clenching his lightning claw as he looked at Ymuega in the eye of his helmet, not sure how to react apart from being totally silent. Finally the room lightened and Cerias nodded slightly.
“Good choice my lord,” Ymuega whispered, before bowing and leaving the room for Cerias to think without the presence of a psychic being in his mind constantly.

Cerias sighed when he heard Ymuega leave and accompany himself with an Aspiring Champion of the 8th Company, the company being nothing more than psychotic madmen obsessed with close combat due to the lobotomisations of their whole company after they turned to chaos. Cerias sat on the stone throne of where the leader of the Space Marine Scouts would have sat and watched his troops train through his holographic display, but he sat there not and Cerias was present there. He removed his lightning claw in a few minutes, shutting off the power of it and removing the tubes of it, slowly pulling the cast off his arm, laying it down next to his feet, shutting his eyes as he laid back, thinking of the time that serving the Emperor was boring and full of disappointments, his chief chaplain had made the remark that he was a coward for not attacking the Ork hold on Curaj III and a pathetic man to be ever a Space Marine.

Cerias hissed and smacked his hand on the arm rest of the throne, smashing it in two as he stood, got his lightning claw and reattaching it to his arm, growling in frustration as it powered up. He finally got it working as he stormed out of the room, seeing Ymuega and the men talking in a secretive manner as soon as he Cerias came into view. He slowly walked over to the Sorcerer and smiled in a maniacal and friendly manner as he placed his hand on Ymuega’s shoulder pad.
“Time to go, get your squad ready,” Cerias thought, knowing that Ymuega could hear his every word, he nodded and walked off to the 8th Company, raising his force weapon as he smacked the tip on the ground, making the sign of chaos surround him.
“Brothers of Chaos, it is now time to raise the Banner of our blessed Chapter!”
Soon many banners held by the Aspiring Champions of all the squads were raised, followed by a deafening roar of vox toned voices screamed into the mountains, echoing as the following of power armoured boots and tank tracks soon followed swiftly.

Cerias walked up to his own personal transport, surrounded by his Chosen Marines. In the past they would have been his Honour Guard, gladden in the most expensive and precious of armour, armed with the most sacred weaponry that would die to protect Cerias to death, but now twisted forms of the will of their chaotic masters and by the will of Cerias himself. He led the squad to the land raider Extimus, as the mouth of the drop ramp opened and Cerias strode in, leaning down to remain seated at the throne at the back of the transport, surrounded by his chosen men. A loud banging was heard as the engine was engaged, nearly the same noise as what he had been like before the chapter fell to chaos, but this was more of a daemonic growl when the flame was ignited for the engine to start.

It was several hours into the drive to the attack point that an ebrupt stop was made to the land raider, the driver complaining to Cerias that they couldn’t go any further. Cerias now in an angry mood ordered his squad out of the land raider as he followed, his lightning claw already on as the energies were given rein. As soon as Cerias was out of the transport, he could see Ymuega standing by the remains of what seemed to be an Imperial Guard Leman Russ, holes blown into it by some unknown energies that wasn’t Imperial made. Ymuega, sensing his lords mood stood aside to allow him to see the wreckage, Cerias sighed in a strange tone, nothing that Ymuega had heard before.

“My lord?” Ymuega asked, leaning to Cerias’ side while leaning on his force weapon as the power of it sparked in many different directions.
Cerias nodded towards Ymuega, smiling gently before placing his hand on the wreckage, hissing as he pulled it away, his gauntlet badly scared as he looked at Ymuega, sighing before laughing insanely.
“My lord, what is it?” Ymuega screamed this time, roaring to Cerias as he laughed more and more.
“We have a hell of fight now!” screamed Cerias as he raised his gauntlet in the air.
“NECRONS!”

Ymuega faintly remembered the last time they had to fight the Necron, seeming more than a mere memory before swinging his force weapon in the air.
“Get back in the tanks, we have an enemy that is worth fighting!” roared Ymuega as he led off into his accompanied Rhino transport, hissing happily as the door shut after him.
Cerias just smiled and laughed to himself violently, holding his claw with his hand as he walked back to the land raider, happiness showing in his eyes as he seated back in his throne in the land raider. Soon the land raiders engines began to roar again, crushing the wreckage of the Leman Russ as it ploughed through more of what seemed to be wreckage.
“Heh, jumpy ride,” Cerias thought to himself, before a large blast shot through the land raider’s hull and took out five of his most chosen marines, stopping the transport completely.

“EVERYONE OUT!” roared Cerias as the ramp opened, firing his bolt pistol into the distance as he saw a strange and eerie green light in the distance, hearing the metallic pounding of the approaching robotic force of the Necrons. Ymuega laughed insanely as he sent wave after wave of chaotic bolts into the enemy, hearing loud explosions as the front line disappeared from view. Ymuega didn’t take it for the Necron cannot die that easily, rousing up the 8th Company he led them all into the mist, chainaxes and chainswords flaring off against guass weaponry and ancient and forbidden weaponry.

Cerias remained at the back of the force, protected by his chosen bodyguard, watching the Havocs go insane with their autocannons and heavy bolters as they spewed the shots into the distance. Ymuega smiled as he began to fall back, watching the 8th Company go insane with bloodlust, but also watching them begin to fall rapidly, he retreated back to the Havocs and Space Marines, awaiting his lord’s order.

Cerias just pointed to the Cult horde, the leader champion nodding as he roared, leading the cultists far across the plain of death, cultists dying in vast quantities as the guass weaponry ripped the flesh and material off them completely, leaving nothing but a few thousand left actually making it into close combat, doing little damage but enough.

Soon the ground erupted with the decaying beings of the Necron Flayed Ones, seeing the skin on them made Cerias smile more, getting his lightning claw he punched into the ground, smashing one in the head and ripping it clean off him, soon to be followed by the chosen squad, smashing their power weapons against this grotesque foe. Many of the Flayed Ones managed to appear from the ground, all hunched back and slow, but that was what many marines thought, before having several razor sharp fingers inserted into their chests and having their organs ripped from them. Close combat started, seeing Ymuega go insane with his force weapon, dancing between the fighting as he sent many Flayed Ones into the warp, firing his bolt pistol as well in the faces of the Necrons, seeing them fall and shut off as the power failed from them.

Cerias was struck on the back with one the claws of the Necron, hissing in pain as he span on his heel, slashing its chest with his lightning claw, knocking it to the ground before firing two shots into its skull, the bolter shells making impact and exploding, sending its head into the ground. Cerias smiled to himself as he saw the cultists began to wither down the enemy, being proud that they were actually winning, other parts of the line weren’t so fortunate, having taken heavy losses. Ymuega had been wounded, but the power armour stopped the fatal wound being done, standing by the body of a fallen Necron Wraith he stared at Cerias, almost silent for once.

These made Cerias remember, seeing his men so idle now, he roared up into the air, to get all their attentions.
“BATTLE STATIONS!”
Soon the Necrons began to wake up, power burning in their chests as the attacked again, getting back up from their positions to where they had fallen, impaling many marines and cultists before standing up in full army. Ymuega had went completely silent, only to realise that the Necron Lord behind him had impaled his back and chest with a Warscythe, killing him instantly as he raised Ymuega above him and planted him into the ground, making the energies of him dissipate completely.

Cerias was alone, leaning against the remains of a Rhino which had several holes burned through it. The Necron Lord approached Cerias, no expression due to its metallic face and body, its joints clicked and moved as it made its way to several feet next to Cerias. Cerias roared loudly before the Warsythe impaled his chest and pinned him to the Rhino, his eyes glimmered a bright red as his body began to disappear, the Necron Lord twitched and backed off as Cerias disappeared, leaving nothing but the Warscythe in the Rhino. The last words that Cerias was managed to roar was:

“For Chaos!”