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The Whisperer of the End


shinros

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Act 1
He grasped his burnt arm as he ran down the alleyways, flipping over fences and walls with ease. Despite his superhuman vigour the one who sought his death wielded weapons that sap his vitality. He quickly made a corner and planted his back on the wall, he moved his black cloak aside revealing his charred arm. He cursed under his breath looking at the injury. “Dammit Anghel, you got sloppy…” he hissed in a hushed tone. He bought his cloak around himself and continued his escape. He was in the process of gathering new converts among the poorer and middle class districts but the gathering was interrupted by the white tyrants. He has encountered them many times in the past, they were lumbering fools that were easily avoided but the one chasing him now was different. He was a hunter.  

The irony of this situation didn’t escape him, he thought the twins were weaklings and fools for allowing themselves to be killed despite being blessed by the soulblight. Now being caught in this situation the blood of Nagash was acting as a hindrance. He grunted in annoyance while flipping over another walled fence. When his feet touched the ground the beggars in the alleyway became startled. They blinked in confusion while they sat in their own filth, Anghel smiled staring at the mortals he could feel his fangs brushing against his tongue. “Well beggars can’t be choosers…” he said in amusement. When he took the first few steps he caught the sound of clatter from the rooftops. He froze and looked up, nothing was there. He grimaced as his eyes came down again, he decided to sniff the air and strangely he could pick up the smell of clean rain water despite the filth that gripped the alleyway. “Clean rain water…” he mumbled. His eyes went wide, he looked up again to see a white giant standing on the rooftop, his armour colour was at odds with the night Ulgu provided like it was pushing the darkness back. The tyrant was also covered in furs and held an axe in one hand and a monsterous crossbow in the other. He jumped from the roof and planted his hand on the wall, as he came down sparks flew in the air. 

Anghel moved to run, but the white tyrant pushed himself from the wall and charged into him planting him against the other side of the alleyway. The white tyrant now had his arm against his throat, the pressure was immense. Anghel tried to claw at his gauntlet, but it would spark with lighting causing his hands to rear back. “Caught you at last little leech...” The giant stepped back, freeing him. Anghel didn’t question it he decided to race down the alleyway, before he could take a few steps he was tumbling to the ground. Threads of pain ripped through his legs, he looked back to them to see they were charred like his arm. The white tyrant was walking towards him, his hand crossbow was smoking, Anghel cursed that infernal device. 

He looked on ahead he decided to crawl, he had to escape no matter the cost. He barely moved a few inches before a boot came down upon his back. He grunted in pain. He turned his head back slightly to see the tyrant looming over him. “You thought hidin amongst the filth would keep you from me?” The giant looked on ahead. “Didn’t I tell you darlin? I could catch the leech by myself.” The sounds of heavy footsteps thrummed through Anghel’s ears, more white giants pierced the darkness of the alleyway. The ones he escaped from.

They were not covered in furs but wore the simple white plate like all the white tyrants do, just by the form of the leader he could tell she was female. “How many times have I told you not to call me that?” she growled. His pursuer shrugged “I just thought it would be appropriate since we get on so well after all. See? Look.” He pointed his axe at him for emphasis.  “I caught the leech alive, I tell you he was quite slippery.” “Adrianus, enough. Let us just take the leech to the Black Fortress.” Anghel found it perplexing how they spoke of him like a simple animal, he gritted his teeth. “I won’t say anything…” He glanced at the beggars and shouted “Look people of Haven! See the tyrants! Hunting me like an animal!” He could see fear in the eyes of the beggars and as his mother taught him even the lowest mortal can bring a cascade of change. Planting one small seed can spark a rebellion.

His pursuer shook his head he raised his hand crossbow and pointed it at a mortal, it barked with blue light as he killed all of the beggars in the alleyway in quick succession. His gaze then came back to him. “What were you sayin leech?” How the tyrant casually executed the mortals surprised him, he didn’t care for their lives they were a means to and end. “You killed them?” Anghel said in disbelief. “Of course.” said the female tyrant. “You tried to show them something other than Sigmar, so they may have been potentially compromised. Now.. you are coming with us.”

The white giants surrounded him, he tensed and readied himself for the hell that was to come. 
 

 

Act 2  
“Fire again.” The blue bolts crashed into his flesh Anghel shrieked. His pursuer was tormenting him at the order of the tyrant wielding a staff topped with a strange lantern. It didn’t help that due to being crucified on the cell wall each bolt caused him to shudder, making his arms move on the nails that were rammed through his wrists. The nails burned his flesh he wondered what sort of enchantment the tyrants wove upon them. Anghel narrowed his eyes at the lantern wielding stormcast. “So the Cardor the White Seraph personally comes to question me? What an honour.” he said with a mocking tone. The tyrant didn’t seem to pick up on his barb, he walked over to a table and opened up a large tome. “Your cult has been busy.” he said flatly. 

Anghel glanced at Adrianus “so are you going to have your dog shoot me if I don’t answer your questions?” “No.” answered Cardor. “He can actually shoot you as many times as he wants as long as he doesn’t kill you.” The hunter looked back. “W-Wait, I can?” The White Seraph simply gave a curt nod. This caused his pursuer to fire his crossbow several times, Anghel lurched on the nails. He couldn’t help but scream as his body burned due to the bolts.  The White Seraph then spoke calmly “You will answer my questions and if you do we will kill you quickly. If not…” “Pah!” shouted Anghel “I won’t talk! No matter what you do to me...” Cardor shrugged “if you don’t I will swap Adrianus with the Soulflayer, trust me you wouldn’t want him torturing you. I assume you have heard him correct?”

At the mention of Soulflayer he frowned, the stories were that he could burn souls to ashes with lighting or turn them inside out. “Are the stories true then?” Anghel asked. Cardor chuckled to his question. “Do you want to find out?” A frown was now tucking at Anghel’s lips. He knew death would not be the end, not after what is coming to the realms. “You can’t stop it.” he said flatly. “We are simply keeping your eyes from the grander prize, that’s it.” “Grander prize?” He picked up a hint of surprise in the White Seraph’s voice. “Yes a great one, a cataclysm so great that the dead will ru-” He couldn’t say anything more. 

He felt another presence in his mind. “You dare betray me?” The voice was ancient, his voice was like the grating of autumn leaves. Panic washed over him. “No! I would never! P-Please!” “You dare give them some inkling of my grand design? Your mother should of taught you better. Your life is forfeit.” A sense of hollowness ripped through his body, he jerked in his bonds as gouts of purple flame poured out of his mouth. The pain was horrific, he could feel a great skeleton hand grasping his heart. It squeeze it slowly he could feel blood running down his eyes, his vision turned blurry he could make out the White Seraph raising his lantern but the blue light was smothered by a purple haze. 

Slowly his vision darkened and eventually he saw nothing save a great skeleton maw that sought to devour him whole.

***
Cardor stared at the corpse of the vampire. He was mess, purple drool replaced the flames and his eyes were matted with blood. What had him worried was when the blood reached his chest it formed the face of death itself. Adrianus looked back to him. “So...what do we do now?” The White Seraph shook his head. “I think this is far more bigger than a cult.”
 

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