Malachai the insane began life as a loyalist guardsmen
commissar and fought bravely for the imperium on many worlds. His last battle
for the loyalists was against the army he now joins. His unit was on the verge
of defeat trying to lay siege to Xaphans defences. Malachai and a small unit of
veteran Kasrkin had managed to infiltrate into the defences ready to ambush Xaphan
and his barely defended command squad. Once they entered the inner sanctum the
full horror of Xaphans madness was revealed. Still living bodies were moulded
into the wall begging for death. Demons and rotten creatures whispered and
warped on every surface. Vats of disease were everywhere and the entire area
smelt of death. The scent of disease could even be sensed through their gas
masks. Edging forward the unit began to hear the voices of Xaphan and his
commanders. An evil laugh began echoing through the dark corridors. “The
pitiful humans think they can ambush me. They think the walls do not inform me
of this idiotic plan! Oh Malachai hurry up and get here i have a present for
you" That was the last thing they heard before darkness took them.
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