The Dust laughs and cries
(This is my first writing in really ever, I've been looking for places to experiment and have a creative outlet and as a fan of the show I felt this was the safest place to do that. This is a Warhammer 40K fan made story. I hope you enjoy)
The thunderhawks hull hummed with an eerie groan. The adamantium interior creaked with a need to give under the pressure, both in the hangar and out on the planets pressure. Nikeae, ancient world, lost world, only home to sand and judgement that's fallen on def ears.
The hangar bled with both overbearing judgement and uplifting zeal, litany's of scrolls traced the walls. Sealed in there spot forever by a wax formed from Adeptus Astartes. Eyes of every mortal avert from the stale aged parchment. Worried that the very minds that consume the knowledge would stain its purity. Ten feet tall and one thousand one hundred pounds, a man incased in a shell of ceramite, wrapped around the brute of a man's torso were the same yellow stained scrolls of purity. He brandished no weapon across his belt, no defying form of aggression gripped him, besides his over bearing size and cold stare, the various items that latched to his belt resembled esoteric and ethereal powers. They whispered with energy that no mortal mind could grasp. A cage the size of a guardsmen torso swayed at the hip, bearing three skulls, one with no eye sockets but a large tusk where the eyes met the nose and a jaw that splits down the center forcing both sides to hang loosely.A man's skull that seems to have been trying to fuse with a birds beak, the teeth jagged and forced to bend to the shape of it, almost cracking as they rattled in the small prison that holds it. The last bared only to be a familiar of primal man's features.
A binharic crack in the air screeched, buzzing as the pilots voice etched through the hull. "We have landed" the sound of the engines coming to a slow steady halt brought no sense of relief, but an overbearing sense of dread as to what could be outside waiting. The dropships large hatched door squealed as the vacuum of air was sucked out to the planets atmosphere, slowly creeping down to rest upon the surface of the planet. A meager number of men decorated in green fatigues and a fitted torso padded flak armor that fit only there waist stepped out slowly, there battery packs from master-crafted lasguns gave off a warm feeling of readiness for whatever approach. All that set before them was sand and empty buildings, the planets air gave off emptiness to any life, but thick with whatever forms of unknown chaos energy. The large ceramite incased man from within the hull of the thunderhawk followed behind the guardsmen, the very illumination of the planet bared his features to all. His armor laid a bare blue tone across its surface. He wore gold trimmed pauldrons, on the left pauldron a marking traced in white could be seen, displaying an inverted omega symbol. On the right pauldron a straight horizontal line in bright white cuts in the blue only to curve up arching down back to its horizontal axis. The voice that spoke from within the ceremite golem came with the sound of air popping and sparking.
"Aluma li"
The stillness of the sand slowly begin to quiver beneath the guardsmen boots.
"Ashes arise"
As the large ceramite cladded beast spoke, his voice began to sound fractured, the air around him looked as panes of glass shift, rippling and stiffening as though the air was trying to form shape that it couldn't recognize.
"Thu sux vilos"
The sound emitting as more of thousands of voices speaking in a lack luster unison, trying to form as one but trailing one another. The yellow parchment and red wax that caked the speakers armor burst into flames. Enscorching the inhuman man into a pillar of fire, the large pyro display grew and shifted in color as the yellow and orange rise to a hue and temperature of blue and pink, whipping and cracking at the guardsmen. They shift their eyes to each other quickly, trying to grasp the reality that set before them, only to witness one's skin begin to gray slowly. The color within his eyes disappears along the same pace as his body to withstand his garbs, as they fall to the ground a puff cloud of thick grey dust and sand bursts from underneath. Slowly another meets the same fate, followed by another, fatigues whirling in the sand dripping and kicking up the dust around them with rapid intensity, till one is left. Shivering in fear of accepting whatever fate laid before him the dust that was once his fellow man begin to glow with the same palette as the fire, it cried and screamed laughing at him begging him.
"Submit to the Changer of Ways"
The guardsmen screamed as his skin didn't meet the same fate as his brothers in arms but rather shifting warts and zits bulged. Slowly they press through the surface revealing large horns bursting from his fore arms. He could feel the flak armor tightening around his ribs as though hot air expanded them like a balloon. The guardsmen's head flailed about but no screams nothing not a sound came from his mouth, as he swung his head in a manic state of berserk rage his hair begun to decay from his head. Rich dark brown withering to a gray thin frail strands that evaporate from existence in seconds. Skin of another creature begin to make form within his body.
"Vessel for the Changer of Ways"
The large byre of flame chanted with amusement in the form of thousands of voices speaking at once as though they felt the same satisfaction. The corrupted body of the guardsmen screamed once again but with a sound that mimicked the voice of his fellow soldiers. The dust whirling around him as if to form a twister of sand. Freckles of shining blue and pink within it, slowly the twister of sand swallowed the guardsmen body leaving nothing but the sounds of his voice crying and laughing amongst the dust of his brethren.