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“Many　years　to　come　indeed；”　he　said　again；　more　softly；　and　bowing　with　a　flourish；　he
returned　to　the　shuttle’s　cockpit；　thinking　of　what　he　would　do　with　his　new…found　wealth。
“Hurry；　Dios；”　said　Solon　as　he　raced　through　the　snow　towards　the　landed　shuttle。　The　effort　of
carrying　the　boy　had　all　but　exhausted　him；　and　now　the　boy　was　running　along　behind　him；　his　eyes
wide　with　excitement　and　hope。
They　were　no　more　than　fifty　metres　from　the　shuttle；　and　he　could　see　the　embarkation　deck　at
the　rear　of　the　fuselage　lowering　to　the　ground；　beckoning　him。　Salvation！
With　a　burst　of　speed；　Dios　overtook　him；　laughing　as　he　ran；　but　then　the　boy　stopped　short；
freezing　in　place。　Laughing；　Solon　drew　to　a　halt　next　to　the　boy；　a　smile　on　his　lips。
“Isn’t　it　the　most　wonderful　sight　you’ve　ever　seen？”　he　breathed；　his　heart　pumping　from　the
exertion。
Dios’s　eyes　were　locked　on　something　in　the　distance；　something　moving　fast。　Squinting
through　the　darkness；　Solon　could　see　four　shapes　moving　rapidly　across　the　ice　flow；　a　white
backwash　kicking　up　behind　them。
“Interdiction　forces？”　said　Solon；　but　the　vehicles　were　not　the　uniform　white　of　the　moon’s
military　forces。　They　were　the　colour　of　congealed　blood；　and　a　shiver　ran　down　Solon’s　spine　as　he
looked　upon　them。　They　were　larger　than　any　Interdiction　vehicle　he　had　ever　seen；　for　even　without
landmarks　for　reference　to　give　the　vehicles　scale；　he　could　see　that　they　were　massive。
Solon　began　to　walk　slowly　towards　the　waiting　shuttle；　but　a　sudden　wave　of　fear　struck　him；
and　he　dropped　to　his　belly；　dragging　Dios　down　into　the　snow　with　him。　Sponson…mounted
weaponry　on　the　vehicles；　which　could　only　have　been　battle　tanks；　turned　in　their　direction。
Solon　and　Dios　watched　with　growing　panic　as　the　four　battle　tanks　drew　nearer；　and　they　could
see　that　their　hulls　were　covered　in　chains；　spikes　and　blasphemous　runes。　Skulls　were　rammed　onto
sharpened　metal　stakes　that　ran　in　ridges　down　the　flanks　of　the　massive　machines；　and　strips　of
parchment　were　plastered　to　their　sides；　half　obscured　by　snow　and　ice。
The　first　of　the　tanks　ground　to　a　halt　before　the　shuttle；　and　dark　smoke　rose　from　its　exhaust
stacks。　An　assault　ramp　at　the　front　of　the　vehicle　slammed　down　on　to　the　ice；　and　giants　dressed　in
red　plate　armour　emerged。
Solon　had　only　heard　stories　about　the　blessed　Space　Marines　that　protected　humanity；　and　he
had　never　dreamed　in　his　wildest　fantasies　that　he　would　ever　get　a　chance　to　lay　eyes　on　the　nighon
mythical　warriors　of　the　Emperor。　They　were　the　Emperor’s　chosen；　biologically　enhanced
warriors　that　were　as　strong　as　ten　men；　armed　with　the　most　advanced　weaponry　the　Adeptus
Mechanicus　could　provide；　and　armoured　in　heavy　plate　that　could　withstand　a　direct　hit　from　a
Leman　Russ　battle　tank；　so　it　was　said。　They　were　the　finest　fighting　force　that　the　galaxy　had　ever
seen；　and　it　was　said　that　nothing　could　stand　against　them。　Looking　upon　the　divine　warriors；　Solon
could　well　believe　it；　though　these　warriors　looked　more　like　bloodthirsty　butchers　than　holy
protectors　of　humanity。
“Angels　of　death；”　he　whispered。
In　his　childhood　dreams　he　had　pictured　them　armoured　in　faultless　golden　plate；　with　angelic
countenances　and　noble　bearing。　While　such　beliefs　were　clearly　childish；　Solon　knew　that　there
was　something　horribly　wrong　here。　He　was　desperate　to　believe　that　salvation　had　come　to　Perdus
Skylla；　that　the　Emperor　had　dispatched　his　finest　warriors　to　free　the　moon　from　alien　invasion；　but
these　Space　Marines　filled　him　with　dread。
The　other　monstrous　tanks　disgorged　their　cargo　of　Space　Marines；　and　two　of　the　massive
vehicles　backed　under　the　shuttle’s　stubby　wings。　Locking　clamps　descended　like　umbilical　cords；
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latching　onto　the　immense　tanks　and　lifting　them　up　beneath　its　wings　while　the　other　pair
manoeuvred　into　position　behind。
The　first　warriors　stamped　up　the　embarkation　deck　into　the　belly　of　the　shuttle。　One　of　them
paused　on　the　ramp；　consulting　a　hand…held　tech…device。　It　turned　in　their　direction；　and　Solon　sank
down　lower　into　the　snow；　barely　daring　to　breathe。
A　warrior　with　a　helmet　fashioned　like　a　grinning　death’s　head　spun　to　face　them；　and　a　fresh
wave　of　panic　gripped　Solon　as　he　realised　that　they　had　been　spotted。　Other　warriors　turned　in　their
direction；　and；　raising　their　weapons　before　them；　they　began　to　march　towards　their　position。
Sick　with　panic；　Solon　staggered　to　his　feet；　his　heart　thumping。　He　lifted　his　hands　up　before
him；　to　show　that　he　was　unarmed。
The　Space　Marines　halted；　though　they　did　not　lower　their　weapons。　One　of　them；　a　lean　warrior
whose　head　was　bare　to　the　elements；　turned　to　the　skull…helmed　one；　speaking　something　that　Solon
could　not　hear。　The　warrior　appeared　to　approve；　nodding　his　head　almost　imperceptibly　before
turning　away　and　striding　up　the　embarkation　ramp　towards　the　interior　of　the　shuttle。
The　barefaced　warrior　turned　back　towards　Solon　with　a　cold　smile　upon　his　noble　face；　and
Solon　licked　his　lips　uneasily。　The　other　Space　Marines　turned　away；　but　this　one　warrior　remained
staring　at　them。　Solon　felt　as　if　he　was　transfixed　by　the　Space　Marine’s　gaze。
Then　the　man　turned　into　a　monster；　and　Solon　felt　his　sanity　fray。
“No；”　he　whispered；　as　the　warrior　grew；　his　shoulders　bulking　out　and　his　hands　extending　into
talons。　The　warrior’s　image　flickered　like　a　faulty　pict　screen；　and　for　a　moment　Solon　could　see　the
image　of　two　beings　overlapping　each　other；　both　inhabiting　the　same　space。　Although　he　knew
such　a　thing　was　impossible；　and　his　rational　mind　baulked　at　what　he　was　seeing；　he　could　not
refute　what　he　saw　with　his　own　eyes。　The　warrior　was　still　there；　lean　and　striding　towards　them
with　an　easy；　relaxed　grace；　but　there　was　something　else…　something　horrific。
It　was　a　hulking　daemon　from　the　pits　of　hell；　and　its　hateful　features　overlaid　the　classically
handsome　face　of　the　Space　Marine。　Its　eyes　burnt　with　malice　and　the　promise　of　pain；　and　its　lips
curled　back　to　expose　hundreds　of　sharp　teeth；　arrayed　in　serried　layers；　one　behind　the　other；　all　the
way　to　the　back　of　its　throat。　Tall　horns　rose　from　its　brow；　and　the　air　was　thick　and　cloying　where
it　exhaled。
The　two　images　became　one；　a　bastard　hybrid；　and　Solon；　horrified　beyond　reason；　began　to
back　away　even　as　the　daemonic　hybrid　creature　began　loping　towards　them。
“Run！”　Solon　roared；　his　paralysis　giving　way　to　abject　terror。
Glancing　over　his　shoulder；　Solon　saw　that　the　hellish　creature　was　gaining　on　them　rapidly；
covering　the　ground　with　tremendous　leaps；　using　its　arms　to　steady　itself　with　each　landing。
These　were　not　the　Emperor’s　divine　angels；　he　thought；　they　couldn’t　be。　They　were　the　flip
side　of　everything　he　had　ever　heard　about　them；　and　they　were　going　to　butcher　him　and　Dios；　after
all　they　that　had　struggled　through。
Solon　glanced　back　to　see　the　daemon　close　behind　them；　its　powerful　legs　bunched　beneath　it
as　it　prepared　to　launch　itself　upon　them。　Solon　shoved　Dios　to　the　side　as　the　creature　leapt。　It
would　not　get　them　both　at　once；　but　he　knew　that　he　was　only　delaying　the　inevitable；　for　neither　of
them　could　hope　to　stand　against　such　a　creature。
Solon　spun　around　to　face　the　monster　as　it　lunged　towards　him；　staggering　backwards　in　the
snow；　raising　his　hands　futilely　to　ward　off　its　attacks。
A　beam　of　pure　darkness　stabbed　through　the　air　and　slammed　into　the　daemon’s　body；
smashing　it　to　the　ice；　and　it　roared　in　fury　and　pain。
The　daemon　writhed　on　the　ground。　A　searing　hole　had　punched　through　its　side　just　above　the
hip；　passing　clean　through　its　body；　and　as　it　thrashed　around；　hot　blood　splashed　across　the　ice　and
snow；　causing　steam　to　rise　where　it　landed。
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Solon　spun　to　see　where　the　blast　had　come　from；　and　blinked　as　he　saw　several　dark　vehicles
gliding　smoothly　across　the　ice。　They　looked　similar　to　the　skiffs　that　the　first　colonists　on　Perdus
Skylla　were　said　to　have　used；　long　thin　boats　with　blades　on　their　undersides　that　had　used　the
power　of　the　winds　to　propel　them　across　the　ice　flow。　These　were　not　touching　the　ground　at　all；
but