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{This is a mini-chapter that has nothing to do with the plot of this book, it was written solely for the essay contest for the Gamework Shop black library audition! it's a short scene in 500 words, they have yet to get back to me with a contract, so in the meantime, I will keep this up for you guys to read before they tell me otherwise. Enjoy, like, commit etc!}
A city with no light, where only screams and moans of pleasure are held, where the chains rattle and the white feathers fall… bounded and sealed, filled with concealed madness, Dante looked from his prison, with blood and nakedness, with a ferocious look, he stared into Lelith's eyes!
[Lelith Hesperax… what are you doing here? Are you here to mock me? Torture me? Haha…] said Captain Dante with a dry coughing laugh, as the spikes on the chains tightened deeper into his flesh!
[oh… little cage bird… with a crown of thorns… you led your legion into Commorragh depths in the hope of what? Tell me and I may show…mercy...] replied Lelith with a tint of sadism and mockery.
[ha! Mercy! If only death could be so simple… ha! … you ask why I lead my legion here… have you asked one of my fellow legionnaires that question?]
Hearing Dante's smirky remark, Lelith grinned wickedly, while licking the fresh blood off her dagger!
[oh! I did ask them… but I failed to hear what they said… as they choked on their own slit throats!]
With those words, Dante's mind was taken into that very scene! He saw them! In glory and honor! With wings and fire! And he watched them fall! As Lelith did as she described… and when their blood poured to his feet… and their metal bodies slammed onto the floor! Only rage filled his heart, as a small beam of light shined on Lelith… and cast a shadow of Horus!
The facial changes of Dante going from calm and mockery to fighting madness, sent joyful shivers down, Lelith's back! Oh, how she wanted to trust her Impaler through this fallen angel of man…
[oh... That right…. Your legion has a curse much like mine… while we both are constructed weapons of our people; we are BOTH bound by them… well… at least I enjoy mine!] said Lelith while giving out an outburst of laughter!
And with the echos of her laughter, came the drumbeats! As the floor beneath Dante's feet began to rise! And the ceiling above his head opened to a fiesta of falling white feathers, peeled fresh from his brother's back! With a chorus of cheers and maddening roars, Dante looked at the crowd of aliens in the stands, whose faces began to interchange between Horus and that of the dark Eldar!
With a vice grip on his head, to maintain control, the chains that bounded his flesh, tore themselves free! As blood poured from the wounds that healed in moments… with bulging muscles and a sword given in mercy… Dante let himself go as he charged at Lelith!
Slender with red hair, she danced around Dante, as the crowd threw rose petals on her side. With poisonous daggers, she drew his blood! Precious blood that coated the feather tips, that lay at his feet! With black rage, Dante felt the warmth of his blood, as the queen of knives says:
[This is Commorragh!]