Lorgar's Faithful--Part One

The sun rose above the planet of Maucis X as the sounds of battle in the distance cooled down. The area was littered with the corpses of the fallen and the dying as carrion flocked around and picked off the flesh of either, groans of death were noticeable under the constant laughter and insane, random bolter fire being directed towards those who were still dying.

"Can we bring faith to this world, Dark Apostle Juralek?" questioned Vernak, brother-warrior of the Word Bearers Legion, his crimson red armour and deep silver trim signalled to any other friend or foe that he was one of those who betrayed the Emperor in the Horus Heresy. It had been 10,000 years since the Heresy had accured, and yet Vernak could remember and taste the blood since it was yesterday for the time in the Eye of Terror doesn't flow as it does on the material plane, for it will either increase time or slow it down, for this is the will of Chaos.

Juralek turned slowly, his power armour shifting with his every movement, the armour's servoes and exposed pipes whined with the amount of pressure. He wore a varnished, black spined helmet which could represent a skull on its basic design. At his side he bore a standard issue Mk.II bolt pistol, runes flickered along the metallic surface to prove this had been placed in the careful hands of the Dark Mechanicus before it was in Juralek's possession, as in his other hand, an accursed croxius flickered in his grasp. The shaft was long and packed up with daemonic runes as was much of the weapon. Light continuesly flickered from its surface as the pyre of the weapon flickered with soft groans of pain and of daemonic languages.

"My Lord?" asked Vernak repeatably, placing his chainsword to his side as he awaited patiently the Dark Apostle's voice to speak once more. Vernak was one of the Chosen, his armour covered with scriptures of the Book of Lorgar, showing that he was in His services and honour would go with him if Vernak was slain. He wore a deep crimson coloured helmet, as if painted with the blood of Lorgar's foes itself, especially from the previous battle before. Green eye lenses flickered with some soft light as well as the standard issue helmet was modified to give Vernak a more supernatural feel to it, showing a screaming daemon as the front of the helmet, the back however showed nothing but long, serrated horns that spat outwards as they just skimmed his power-core in his power pack.

"Why does one such as yourself ask such a doubtful question, brother Vernak?" Juralek commented. His helmet twitched softly as soft whines could be heard again and again, showing the age of his armour, but it would not be replaced. His gauntlet embraced the accursed croxius with equal pressure while holding the sacred icon of his position as he faced Vernak. His deep green lenses scanned across Vernak with a show of dominance and ownership.

"My will has led me to the question, Dark Apostle Juralek, for it pains my mind to think of this...this floating rock that is Maucis X to be of any importance to the Word Bearers," Vernak replied steadily, though by the Apostles actions and position, he was in no position to start an argument that he knew would assail his views, yet still, if the time is nigh, he would get an answer now or later, for only the most blessed of Lorgar's warriors may personally converse with the Dark Apostles.

Juralek's vision was stationary of his battle-brother, not showing any expression as the helmet didn't even twitch. Yet alone, it was a grave importance for the Dark Apostle of any war-host to show his views on matters, let alone the Host be sent into ruin of confusion and a complete massarce. His grip on his accursed croxius loosened as Juralek sighed deeply, taking in a breath of recycled air through his helmet grills.

"Your questions always send discomfort through my mind, brother Vernak, but one must use these questions to stay sane and in the eyes of the great Gods," spoke Juralek slowly, taking in some more recycled air before continueing.
"This world holds a vital amount of the 'faithful', we are here to liberate them from the deep cavern systems deep under the ground's core, to release them from their isolation and to allow the chaos of this world to begin," finally explained the Apostle. His posture and stance leaned a little but nothing more was noticed as different, yet alone the other members of the Host were also listening, having surrounded Vernak and Juralek as awaiting orders or guidance.

The Host was mainly based on the basic tactic of Space Marines. There was no Terminators in this Host, as many had went to go and join other Hosts before the leaving of Sicarus, the Daemon world of the Word Bearers and seat of the Daemon Primarch Lorgar, master of the Word, child of Chaos. There were around twenty Chaos Space Marines in number, few had fallen in the previous battle earlier on as they had landed, but there was no serious loss. The Aspiring Champions of the Host were readying their units and brothers, nodding to them as they began to move to the battle-field, scavaging anything that would be of any value to them. Taking ammunition and grenades were the common place of the scavagers, as well as scriptures from the fallen brothers armour would also be taken, as it was a dishonour to leave a holy work of the Book of Lorgar on the field of death.

"We are here to liberate?" questioned Vernak harshly, showing slight distrust in the Dark Apostles words and seemingly taking action, but his inner instincts commanded him to remain stationary and not threatening in anyway possible, making Vernak go limp and standing tall.

"Do you question my visions and faith, brother Vernak?" demanded Juralek, his grip on his bolt pistol steadying while looking deep into Vernak's lenses and helmet, sending a cold, blank expression through it. His grip on the accursed croxius seemed to stick however, the daemon inside the blessed weapon wanting more blood, seemingly not being pleased with the slaughter from the previous killing, but remained silent and cold, just like the iron and addamantium it was situated inside.

Vernak didn't reply, all that he did was a swift shake of his head, his helmet's horns scrapping against his power pack as he did so.
"No, my Lord, I was just showing my own personal opinion on the matter," exhaled Vernak, his recycled air pouring out of the grills before more was sucked back in. His body was given back to him, as he wished to move again, servoes whining as he did so while placing his bolt pistol back into its holder, his chainsword however was always in his hands, just in case something would spark to life, he would at least be able to defend himself.

Juralek hissed silently, looking still into Vernak's lenses while his grip on his bolt pistol loosened, showing he was going to be merciful, for now.
"You have some opinion, brother Vernak, but not enough to change my decision. I have been having visions ever since we left Sicarus and my path has been set clear by the Chaos Gods," his posture was more open now, but showing some sense of power and dominion to Vernak, his armoured gauntlets raised in his speech towards the sky. Soon some unearthly light blurred from around Juralek's figure, shining a deep purple mixed with red, purely showing that Juralek was blessed by the gods.
"There visions have guided me here, my brother, but I need you to help me carry out the visions, for the visions have been seen in blood and blood alone," Juralek smirked deep within his helmet while staring at the battlefield. He twitched a little, as if being bitten by the mosquitto's of the planet Gerix III before he looked back towards Vernak, showing a patial amount of blood greed and glee in his lenses.

"There will be blood."