The failure of A'Nark'Adon

Deep inside skies of blood and madness, A’Nark’Adon was throbbing in rage and despair. Has-it been a full lifetime since the attack or a mere second. He didn’t care, time was meaningless in the warp. All that matters was the absence of blood to drink, of flesh to rend and of bones to crush. His material form has been destroyed before he could satisfy his legendary anger even a little.

The warriors of the corpse-god came into chaos territory, surprising the feeble dark eldar and the chaos space marine stationed there. A’Nark’Adon and the others were waiting for them. Combining all their strength, they enlarged the warpstorm a few thousand miles from there just to open a little rift in reality a few strides from the foolish warriors.

The soul grinder roared his anger, shaking the sea of bloodlust around him for a thousand miles. Even with his mighty armoured form, his piston powered claws and his awesome sword made of raw madness, even with his dreaded mawcannon that spit masses of mutating ichor, he failed. He did not harvest a single soul where simple bloodletters were covered in blood. They all came back with souls of mighty space marines and the proof that even the feared tactical dreadnought armour was unable to stop their hellblades, forged in the fury of the blood god.

Most of these received gifts from the Lord of Skulls, but A’Nark’Adon gained nothing, and now with this chaos fortress lost, the hold of the immaterium over realspace was starting to weaken. No, he would not let it happen. He shall fight again with all his strength and earn his patron’s favour. So much times ago did he get blood on his sword, and now some puny metal boxes want to deny him such pleasure. 

Unthinkable.

The mighty soul grinder gripped his sword tighter and started searching others rifts in realspace. The next time, his anger will finally be sated.

++ Reported by Scribe Gabriell CC, by ways of nightmares... Inquisitor shall investigate his sanity...++