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armour　of　all　the　warriors　of　the　XVII　Legion；　the　colour　they　had　worn　since　the　Legion’s
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inception；　but　he　had　long　ago　stained　it　the　deep　red　adopted　by　all　of　his　brethren　at　Lorgar’s
decree。
Marduk　gazed　blearily　down　upon　his　naked　torso　for　the　first　time　in　untold　millennia。　It　looked
like　the　body　of　a　stranger。　His　pectorals　were　thick　and　slablike；　and　the　muscles　of　his　abdomen
rippled　as　he　strained　against　his　restraints。　Dozens　of　scars　marred　his　perfect　form　and　blue　veins
could　be　seen　clearly　through　his　translucent；　pale　flesh。
Marduk　turned　his　head　groggily　to　the　side；　looking　along　the　length　of　his　outstretched　arms。
His　powerful　limbs　had　been　stripped　of　his　power　armour；　exposing　passages　from　the　Book　of
Lorgar　that　ran　in　spirals　of　tiny　script　around　his　forearms；　lust　looking　upon　the　tiny；　archaic　script
gave　him　comfort；　even　though　his　eyes　still　could　not　focus　on　the　individual　words　and　characters。
Casting　his　gaze　further　along　his　arms；　Marduk　saw　what　was　constricting　his　movements。　A
slender；　tapering　blade　had　pierced　his　wrists；　passing　through　his　flesh　and　between　his　bones；
protruding　a　metre　out　the　other　side。
Marduk　pulled　against　the　restraints；　trying　to　slide　his　limbs　off　the　impaling　blades；　but　jolting
pain　accompanied　his　efforts；　making　his　body　shudder　and　contort　in　agony。　He　could　feel　the
needles；　the　long　shards　of　metal　that　had　been　inserted　between　his　vertebrae；　piercing　his　central
nervous　system。　They　ran　from　the　base　of　his　spine　to　his　skull；　a　slender　needle　inserted　into　every
gap　between　the　bones。　Marduk　ceased　his　struggles；　and　the　pain　instantly　receded。
He　was　suspended；　upright　and　hanging　upon　the　blades　piercing　his　wrists　and　lower　legs。　The
blades　shifted　slightly；　angling　upwards；　and　Marduk　hissed　in　pain　as　he　slid　further　back　along
their　lengths；　the　spikes　grinding　against　bone。
As　his　vision　cleared；　Marduk　took　in　the　details　of　the　room。　It　was　circular　in　shape；　and　the
ceiling　was　low。　It　was　dim；　the　only　light　coming　from　the　featureless　floor　and　low　roof；　fading　in
and　out　in　rhythmic　pulses。　There　was　a　single　exit　from　the　room；　semi…transparent　strips　of　plaslike
material　blocking　his　vision　of　the　room　beyond。
Marduk　registered　the　presence　of　another　being　in　the　centre　of　the　room。　He　had　thought　he
was　alone；　but　his　vision　focused　on　the　back　of　a　tall；　unearthly　thin　individual。　Marduk　glared　at
the　creature　hatefully；　remembering　its　touch。
Its　emaciated　upper　body　was　garbed　in　a　tight…fitting；　glossy　black　bodysuit；　and　its　legs　were
concealed　beneath　an　apron　of　similar　material。　The　figure　was　leaning　over　something；　a　body
perhaps；　and　appeared　engrossed　in　its　work。　Dozens　of　blades；　hooks　and　other　less　easily
recognisable　implements　hung　from　its　waist；　and　its　hairless　head　was　strangely　elongated；　its　skull
extending　back　further　than　was　normal。　Dozens　of　needles　and　tubes　entered　the　flesh　of　its　skull；
flowing　backwards　like　a　mockery　of　hair。
Hovering　above　the　table　on　which　the　death…like　eldar　worked　was　an　immense　spider；　a　dozen
slim　limbs　extending　from　its　body。　The　long；　multi…jointed　limbs　were　akin　to　the　blades　that
pierced　his　own　body；　their　surface　black　and　reflective；　and　he　wondered　if　it　was　a　similar　creature
that　held　him。　Its　legs　moved　with　swift；　precise　movements；　each　one　easily　four　metres　long　and
elongated　to　sharp　points。　Marduk　decided　that　his　first　impression　had　been　wrong。　This　was　not　a
living　creature　at　all。　It　was　a　machine。
As　the　machine　spider　rotated　slightly　in　the　air；　its　long　legs　moving　rapidly　and　independent　of
each　other；　Marduk　saw　that　his　assumption　was　not　quite　correct。　The　thing　was　alive；　or　at　least
part　of　it　was。　In　the　dull　light　that　pulsed　from　the　ceiling　and　floor；　he　could　see　that　there　was　an
eldar　figure　at　the　heart　of　the　spider…machine；　or　at　least　what　must　have　once　been　one　of　the
decadent　xenos　beings。　Its　face　was　obscured　beneath　a　shiny　black；　featureless　mask；　and　the
spider…like　limbs　were　attached　to　its　torso；　protruding　from　its　spine。　The　eldar’s　humanoid　upper
arms　merged　into　another　pair　of　long　spider　limbs；　though　they　were　shorter　than　the　others　and
ended　in　cruel　barbs。　Where　its　two　legs　ought　to　have　been　there　was　instead　a　bulbous；　glossy
black　abdomen　that　hung　low；　bloated　and　obscene。　From　the　tip　of　this　abdomen；　a　pair　of
spinnerets　exuded　a　sticky　substance。
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As　Marduk’s　eyes　became　used　to　the　dim　lighting；　he　saw　that　the　spider…eldar　was　not
hovering　at　all；　but　was　attached　to　the　ceiling　via　a　series　of　coiled　cables。　A　black　substance
moved　within　those　cables　in　rhythmic　spurts；　like　blood　behind　pumped　through　arteries　by　a
beating　heart。
The　tall；　black…clad　humanoid；　that　Marduk　took　to　be　a　sub…species　of　the　eldar　race；　was
talking　to　itself　in　a　hissing　voice。　The　First　Acolyte　could　not　understand　its　words；　for　it　spoke　in
the　foul　eldar　tongue；　but　he　sensed　that　the　creature　was　pleased。　As　it　moved　to　the　side；　he　saw
what　was　occupying　the　creature’s　attention。　A　fellow　warrior　of　the　XVII　Legion：　Sarondel；　one　of
the　13th　coterie　was　pinned　down　upon　a　bladed　slab；　his　chest　sliced　open　to　expose　his　internal
organs。
Anger　roiled　up　within　Marduk　to　see　one　of　his　sacred　brothers　of　the　Word　so　violated。　The
tall；　skeletally　thin　eldar　was　removing　the　warrior’s　organs　one　by　one；　and　placing　them　in　shallow
dishes　that　hovered　alongside　the　slab。　The　eldar’s　long　fingers　ended　in　scalpel　blades；　and　he　saw
a　cruel　smile　on　the　creature’s　face　as　he　got　his　first　look　at　his　captor’s　visage。
Its　cheeks　were　hollow　and　sunken；　emphasising　its　sharp；　high　cheekbones　and　thin　mouth；　and
its　almond…shaped　eyes　were　black　and　dead。　Its　movements　were　crisp　and　sure　as　at　sliced　through
Sarondel’s　flesh；　and　the　warrior　growled；　gritting　his　teeth　against　the　pain　as　his　blood　began　to
flow　anew。
Marduk　felt　savage　pride　as　the　warrior　of　the　13th　coterie　spat　a　wad　of　blood　and　phlegm　up
into　the　twisted　surgeon’s　face。　The　eldar　was　unconcerned；　and　wiped　its　face　with　the　back　of　one
hand。
“The　dark　gods　of　Chaos　will　feast　on　your　soul　come　the　end；”　said　Marduk。　“You　are　already
lost；　you　just　don’t　know　it　yet。”
The　eldar　straightened；　dead　eyes　fixing　on　Marduk。　It　ghosted　across　the　floor　to　stand　before
him。
“In　the　end　we　are　all　lost；”　it　said；　lifting　a　bladed　fingertip　to　Marduk’s　cheek。
The　First　Acolyte　did　not　flinch　beneath　its　touch；　though　he　felt　hot　blood　running　down　his
face。　Instead；　he　grinned；　his　blazing　eyes　holding　the　eldar’s　gaze。
“Your　time　will　come　sooner　than　you　think；”　he　said。
“That　is　your　prediction？　You　are　a　prophet　then；　human？”
“I　am　far　beyond　humanity。　I　am　Marduk；　First　Acolyte　of　the　34th　Grand　Host　of　the　XVII
Legion；　the　Word　Bearers；　blessed　of　Lorgar。　I　make　no　predictions；　xenos　filth。　I　make　you　a
promise。”
Marduk’s　eyes　rolled　back　into　his　head　as　he　sought　to　draw　the　power　of　the　warp　into　his
body；　to　call　the　daemons　of　the　immaterium　to　him　and　unleash　their　fury　upon　this　wretch　that
dared　to　defile　the　sacred　forms　of　Lorgar’s　angels　of　the　Word…　but　nothing　happened。　Silence
and　emptiness　was　all　that　greeted　him；　vast；　cold　and　empty；　and　he　screamed　his　fury。
Marduk　tried　to　fly　free　of　his　mortal　body；　to　rise　above　his　earthly　shell　and　become　as　one
with　the　blessed　ether；　but　it　felt　as　if　shackles　held　him　locked　into　his　body；　imprisoning　him
within　the　cage　of　his　flesh。
Had　the　gods　of　the　ether　forsaken　him？　Had　they　withdrawn　their　favour　from　him？　The
thought　was　more　terrifying　than　any　pain　or　horror　that　this　being　could　ever　heap　upon　him。
The　eldar　sneered　at　him；　dead　eyes　watching　him　with　keen　interest。
“You　can　bring　none　of　your　taint　here；　slave；”　it　said；　its　voice　mocking。　“Your　gods　have
turned　their　backs　on　you。”
Marduk　gritted　his　teeth　and　threw　himself　forward；　muscles　straining　as　he　sought　to　rip　the
eldar　limb　from　limb；　but　he　was　jerked　backwards。　The　bladed　limbs　that　impaled　him　hauled　him
back；　and　shooting　pain　blossomed　up　his　spine。
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Marduk　thrashed