fan fiction Where has the Warsmith Been?

[Honsou 399]

In the distant future there is only war. The Corpse Emperor sits on his throne, immobile due to wounds succumbed while facing his once most favored of sons, the Warmaster, Thrice Damned be his name, Horus, the best, the brightest, Lupercal. There sits a jar inside the Emperor's Children Apothecarion, labelled "Honourable Soulaka," a Techmarine of legendary providence, murdered by the vile machinations of Fabius Bile, the gene-render of the III Legion. Also next to it sits a jar with the progenoid gland with the sigil of the Imperial Fists, the Sons of Dorn. These two jars are combined some years later into the being known as the Half-Breed, the bastard, Honsou. Honsou is a lowly line captain competing with First Captain Forrix and Assault Captain Kroeger for the favor of the one known only as the "Warsmith," Formerly Known as Barban Falk. The Warsmith's Fleet has descended from Medrengard to a planet called Hydra Cordatus. Only one soul knows the reasoning behind the sudden invasion. The Warsmith chooses not to reveal his secrets, as his ascendancy to daemonhood relies on the success of the mission. After months of hard campaigning and the multitude of the thunder of guns of all caliber, and even a Planetary Defence Torpedo, Falk has succeeded. The Fortress he built at the dawn of the Imperium has been broken open, it's secret Gene-seed vault laid open to him. He offers this up to the dark gods, and they are pleased, and Falk is elevated to princedom in eternal damnation. Honsou's competition did not survive the assault, Forrix came out second best in a fight with a Warhound Titan, and Kroeger, in a sick twist of fate was betrayed the god of blood he chose to follow, and laid low by a mere mortal whom he thought he could break for enjoyment. Moving Forward, Honsou's fortress of Khalan Gol on Medrengard had been destroyed by the Ultramarines captain Uriel Ventris. He swore revenge. The warmaster made pacts which would destroy the soul of a mere mortal, he formed alliances with beings so unholy as to not utter their names for fear of eternal damnation, yet even that wasn't enough, the stalwart defenders of the Imperium repulsed his assault at the heart of Maccragge, and Honsou fled into the warp. As many know, the Warp is a fickle being, and time, reality, and even matter are nothing compared to the whims of the beings there. The Warsmith emerged from the Abyss some time later changed. He now resembles something of an Equine animal from the picts on Ancient Terra, his armor having morphed to match his new frame, Necrodermis Arm forging a leg and hoof of unbreakable iron, his mind is still sharp, he realizes that he alone has made the transition back to realspace. He descends upon the world below him. The land of Equestria awaits, yet the Warmaster is a master of guile and deceit. Knowing his weapons are going to be useless in his altered form, he discards his daemon axe, and his ruinous bolter. If the Warsmith is going to enslave the world, it's going to be with Hoof and tooth. Yet the fire of ambition once more returns inside of him, to be able to return to his own reality, and be able to exact vengeance upon the hated warriors of Ultramar, and to finally carve a path through to Terra, and finally end the Corpse Emperor's reign. 

[Shadow Beam 1,179]

As this piece seems to be unrelated to MLP:FiM I'll relocate it into Non Pony Art.

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