Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-7974155-20141027112820/@comment-6078851-20141102175447

as the blade passed through Garion's torso he could feel the severing of the daemon's control and a wrenching sensation unlike anything he had ever felt, a sensation that felt analogous to having his ribcage removed through the top of his head accompanied by a searing flash of unexperienced pain. the dark light seeping from his facial scars seeming to fade.

suddenly Garion was on his feet with one talon crushing the hand the Inquisitor held the blade in while the other talon went around the Inquisitor's neck, his enlarged talon completely encircling the neck and the fingers' claws puncturing the flesh, the dark light flaring from Garion's scars and his eyes almost blazing with that same light.

''"your life is forfeit Inquisitor..." ''the Inquisitor then felt the talon, very slowly, begin to tighten, his hands clawing ineffectually at the talon squeezing the life out of him.

the dark light suddenly disappeared completely from Garion's face as he dropped the Inquisitor to the floor, wheezing desperately. Garion took a few steps backward until he contacted the wall, and slid to a sitting position, shock clearly in his features, "it's gone... it's gone..."

then looking at his talons and then the Inquisitor, " you should have killed me Inquisitor, and i advise that you now should. i have failed in every way imaginable and no amount of torture at the hands of the Inquisition can make me feel worse than i already do for my actions."

the Inquisitor had regained his feet though his breathing was quite ragged, and looked with contempt at this... thing...

seeming to be speaking to himself the Inquisitor clearly heard Garion, "... all i wanted was to be astartes, to serve the emperor in any way he saw fit. but i have taken the lives of loyal subjects for which there is no redemption..."

looking at the Inquisitor once more, the Inquisitor stunned to see Garion's tears flowing freely, " i only ever aspired to be a loyal subject of the emperor and yet even such a noble purpose can be subverted into... this! how can the emperor prevail when he is served by such weak beings as we?!"

the giant monstrous body that now contained Garion's broken mind curled into a foetal position and began crying like a child...

"you are still mine Garion, my puppet, and my control cannot be severed so easily..."

Garion's body went rigid as he heard this, and standing up against his will, the dark light slowly rising again within his eyes, he looked at the Inquisitor before closing his eyes, and whispering "i will not let this happen again" used his talon and tore out his own throat, the size of his talon covering the space from his chin to his collarbone, tearing out everything bar the last 2 inches of flesh from the back of his neck, his spine briefly visible before he collapsed, the light fading from his eyes as fast as the blood left his body.