a"Ah, now we come to the crux of the matter. I could disobey this order and never suffer punishment, as being dead in the coming battle would leave me far from harma's way. So let me be clear, lord. Ia'm charged with leading my men into battle and ensuring above all that they fight and die for the Golden Throne. So convince me. Convince me that one last charge against the enemy and killing a horde of them isna't the best way to serve the Throne. Convince me the G.o.d-Emperor wants more from us, or we die in battle for Him tonight.a"

Caius smiled. a"This is an amusing little blackmail, is it not? But I take your point. You will obey because I demand it, but I will throw you the bone you and your men need in order to be motivated.a"

a"Youa've a generous soul, lord.a" Thade grinned back.

a"You ask much of me. I already gave you permission to recover your regimental banner, did I not?a"

a"That coin spins two ways. Ita's tactically sound to seek out the survivors of the 88th. I am, after all, the current commanding officer. But leta's cut to the point. What is it I should know, inquisitor?a"

a"And what if I say that what I know for certain is little more than what I already told you?a"

a"Then I would ask you to guess whata's going on, because the educated a.s.sumptions of a servant of the Ordo Sepulturum are more than good enough for me.a"

a"Very well. I am tasked with visiting the various shrines of true merit within Solthane, seeking the source of the taint.a"

a"That much I know.a"

a"Unlike any other outbreak in recorded Scarus history, no Archenemy vessel brought the disease from orbit, no sightings of the Heralda's flagship were registered before the plague struck, nothing of the conventional kind occurred here. We reasoned that something already present on the planet was responsible.a"

a"This is still not news to anyone, lord.a"

a"The Ordo Sepulturum has its suspicions of what caused this plague.a" That caught Thadea's attention. a"We have a theory. It matches the records I have of a cultist interrogation before the Curse of Unbelief struck. And now, with hindsight, it matches the sudden appearance of the Terminus Est and the Heralda's fleet.a"

a"Tell me.a"

a"First you tell me, captain. What do you know of Kathura's achievements before his glorious ascension to sainthood?a"

Thade shrugged. a"Nothing. Just whata's stated in the shrineworlda's scrolls. A file of them was attached to our initial briefing reports on planetfall.a"

a"And what glorious picture of sainthood did these holy texts paint?a"

a"He was a crusader. An Imperial Army commander thousands of years ago. He worked with the old Astartes Legions to reclaim the lost worlds of mankind.a"

Inquisitor Bastian Caius smiled. The patronising curve of his lips made Thadea's skin crawl.

a"So, he was a leader within the fledgling Imperium, allegedly during the Great Crusade. And how did he die?a"

a"He was killed in battle on this world, the last planet his armies brought into compliance with the Imperium. Ia've heard it said even the Raven Guard primarch honoured him by speaking at his funeral.a"

a"And what of his remains? Where do the bones of this great hero rest?a"

a"They are interred across Solthane in various shrines.a"

a"A perfect recital of common knowledge, captain. And almost entirely incorrect.a"

Thade shrugged again. He wasna't surprised. a"So enlighten me,a" he said.

a"Kathur did not die in the Great Crusade. He died in the Horus Heresy itself. And his bones, may the G.o.d-Emperor bless them, do not rest on this world. This shrineworld does not honour his final resting place. It honours his memory.a"

a"So where did he die?a"

a"Thata's not the vital question, but Ia'll answer it.a" Caius slowly raised a finger. At first Thade thought the inquisitor wanted silence. Then he realised the other man was pointing. Pointing up.

a"He died in s.p.a.ce?a"

a"In orbit. Aboard the flagship of his fleet, the Emperor-cla.s.s battleship In Purity Protected. The vessel was lost with all hands, and the wreckage rained down to the planet below.

a"What destroyed his ship?a"

a"Now that, captain, is the vital question. The truth is a strange beast. It appears differently to each soul seeing it. The mists of time will shroud any truth, because truth changes with age. Events become memories, memories become history, and history becomes legend.a"

a"I see,a" said Thade. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes, guiltily hoping the inquisitor hadna't picked up on that thought.

a"Ten thousand years before this Reclamation, when our newborn Imperium almost tore itself apart in the Horus Heresy, the galaxy burned in countless battles across countless systems. Unknowable numbers of stories from this era are no longer recounted in their entirety. But this one This one we know is the truth. An enduring core of truth behind a lie that has grown around it like a pleasant sh.e.l.l.a"

a"So what destroyed Kathura's ship? Was it the Terminus Est? My sanctioned psyker has learned that the Heralda's vessel destroyed the flagship of the Raven Guard in the Horus Heresy.a"

a"No, captain,a" Caius smiled. a"The grudge held by the Raven Guard is their own weight to bear a- though I am not blind to the fact Fate seems to have brought us all together against the XIV Legion on this world.a"

a"Throne, just answer the b.l.o.o.d.y question. What destroyed Kathura's ship? What was he fighting here?a"

a"The Death Guard battleship Aggrieved. After the failed Siege of Terra, when the Traitor Legions turned tail and fled to the warp, not all of them made it to the blossoming Occularis Terribus here in Scarus Sector. Many were damaged from the a.s.sault on Holy Terra, and their warp drives threw them back into reals.p.a.ce far short of their daemonic haven. Lord Admiral Kathur and his vessel, In Purity Protected, chased the Aggrieved here and engaged it above the world that would one day be named for him.a"

a"So your theory is that the Aggrieved left something here after it destroyed Kathura's ship? Something that has lain silent until now?a"

a"That is a possibility. But I believe otherwise.a"

a"The Aggrieved never left.a" Thade said, swallowing as it all fell into place. a"The Aggrieved remained here, hidden somewhere on the planet.a"

a"That is what I believe. In Purity Protected was the cream of the Imperial Navy, even were it damaged in the h.e.l.l of Terraa's Siege. The Death Guard vessel would have suffered under its a.s.sault. I suspect the Aggrieved was forced into a crash landing. It struck the surface and remained undiscovered since the days of the Heresy. Ever since I came to this world, Ia've heard a voice calling out, screaming into the warp, pleading for aid. Your sanctioned psyker has heard it, too. Ia've read his mind several times to be sure. I believe he even tried to tell you once. The voice is weak, but the screamer was at least strong enough to leave a beacon for its brethren to find.a"

a"The Curse of Unbelief.a"

a"Yes, the plague. All the suffering, all the disease, all the death. A sickening sign that lights up in the unseen world, saying: a'I am here. Come to mea'.a"

The thought staggered Thade. To consider such pain reaching out into the warp, acting as a beacon. All those lives lost, just to send a message. It was blasphemy on a scale he couldna't fully comprehend.

a"But why now?a" he asked. a"If youa're right, the Aggrieved has been here for a hundred centuries, silent as a tomb. Why now?a"

a"Because something aboard the shipa's wreckage has finally woken up. Something powerful enough to cause the plague that killed this world, and so important to the Death Guard that the Herald himself has come to meet it.a"

a"Where is it? Throne, what is it?a"

a"If we knew the answers to those questions, this war would already be over. I had planned to visit each truly holy site within Solthanea's cathedral district and perform various rituals of scrying. Ita's my belief that the first colonists and city-builders will have sensed the slumbering malice from the crashed vessel. Imperial records are full of similar incidents a- cultures unknowingly raising their holiest sites over places of great darkness to nullify the touch of evil. A subconscious defence, if you will.a"

a"Therea's a lot of a'maybea' sticking out of this plan, lord.a"

a"Do I have your support now, Captain Thade? Have I convinced you the Emperor wants more from you and your men than some vainglorious last charge?a"

Thade took a long time before answering. Finally, with a rueful smile and a strange gleam in his violet eyes, he said a"We have to reach the wreck of the Aggrieved before the Herald.a"

a"That is impossible at this stage. They will be landing as we speak. They likely know exactly where it is. We do not.a"

a"Yes, we do.a" Thade clicked his vox live and ordered Seth to join him at the back of the column.

a"Ia've already spoken with your sanctioned psyker. He was unable to confirm anything of use. He could be no more precise than first sensing it upon entering the cathedral district several nights ago. We are already in the cathedral district, captain. We still have hundreds of square kilometres to search.a"

a"Count the Seven,a" Thade whispered with a dawning smile. a"Count the Seven. The clarity of our scanners at the monastery The vox-ghosts We heard them trying to speak with it, trying to wake it up. We caught them voxing Death Guard battle mantras on every frequency. They were scanning for it. They were calling to it. Blood of the G.o.d-Emperor, ita's under the monastery. It has to be.a"

a"It might be,a" the inquisitor allowed. a"But ita's far from certain. Yours was not the only regiment to encounter scanner clarity in the monastic sector in the past week; merely the first. I intended to visit each reported site. And I remind you that a'under the monasterya' means no more than a'under a building the size of a small citya'.a"

The captain took a breath, watching the shuffling form of Seth Roscrain making his way back through the marching soldiers. Once more, he remembered the sanctioned psykera's words in the Shrine of the Emperora's Unending Majesty a- at the heart of the monastery before theya'd faced the first Death Guard warrior. Seth had never spoken of the voice before. It started that night, on that mission, when everything had really started to foul up beyond repair. It had happened in the monasterya's heart.

a"Seth only heard the voice as he grew nearer to it. But you The Astartes You both heard it before and hear it now. But Seth is weaker than you. He heard it only as he drew nearer to it. You cana't track it yourself because the voice is ever-present. But you can track it by watching its influence within him.a"

The inquisitora's gaze remained unbroken as Thade finally said, a"Ia've been blind.a"

a"Yes, you have.a"

a"You were planning all along to use us a- use Seth a- as the bloodhound to track this voice.a"

a"As soon as his sensitivity to the psychic scream became apparent, yes. Before that, well, the fact the 88th was the finest regiment involved in the Reclamation was just good fortune. I needed soldiers, Thade. I needed to scour this city.a"

a"The Traitor Legion may know exactly where the Aggrieved is. But we have a chance if we can track the voice to its source.a"

The inquisitor was impressed. Not at Thadea's deduction, but at his ruthlessness. To use Roscrain as an open conduit for the warp-voice would almost certainly kill the sanctioned psyker. He didna't need to say it. Thade knew, anyway. The Cadian wasna't blind to his role in the Imperium, nor the roles of his men.

a"I can see in your eyes that youa've sensed the truth of the matter. This search will still likely take days or weeks, but you are right. We will play this game, with your psyker as the p.a.w.n.a"

Both men looked to the towering spires and domes of the monastery a few kilometres away. Entire sections of the palatial monument were blackened, fire-touched from battle and darkened from the smoke of funeral pyres when the worlda's population had first begun to die, and the incinerators still functioned. There it stood: the scorched heart of a fallen city.

The sight made Thade smile.

a"In a stunning break with tradition, I think we actually have a shot at this,a" he said. a"In fact, to the Eye with your doomsaying, Caius. All wea've done on this planet since we landed is retreat. No more. If wea're destined to die here, wea'll die fighting, doing our duty to the Emperor. And Ia'm willing to bet wea're close enough to beat the Herald to the prize.a"

a"Therea's one matter youa've not considered, Thade.a"

a"I dona't appreciate you spoiling my uplifting speech with an addendum, but enlighten me nevertheless.a"

a"The Aggrieved, and whatever has awoken within its wreckage, is likely under the monasterya's foundations. The Mechanic.u.m supplied me with heavy digging equipment in case I had to seek my prey under the earth. That equipment, obtained at ma.s.sive cost I might add, is now dust in the atmosphere.a"

Thade looked at the inquisitor with a clash of bemus.e.m.e.nt and despair on his face.

a"Sacred Throne, ita's one thing after another with you. Ia'm glad wea're only seconded to you for one mission.a"

a"If we survive, I could make it permanent.a"

a"If you tried, Ia'd shoot you myself,a" Thade said. a"Uh, lord,a" he added several seconds later.

Part III.

The Last Day.

CHAPTER XIII.

For Home and the Throne.

Solthane, Monastic sector.

It rained as the Death Guard made planetfall. Ancient winged craft drifted through the grim clouds, descending to the surface in juddering landing arcs while rain streamed from their rotting hulls. It was the first rain Solthane had seen in weeks, and the thirsty soil drank its fill.

Typhus set foot on Kathur. His armour was hot to the touch, radiating heat the way a man gripped by sickness runs a fever, and the greenish plate steamed gently as the cold rainfall hissed against it. In his fist was his Manreaper scythe, deactivated and silent.

a"That smell,a" breathed Typhus, his helmet vox speakers adding a crackle to the wet drawl of his voice. a"That scent on the air a"

Solthane reeked of death. It had reeked of death for months, but the rain hammering down on mouldering corpses a- both those that moved and those that did not a- was adding a thick, sick smell to the already corrupt air.

a"The smell of divinity,a" Typhus growled. a"The smell of the Disease G.o.da's gift to mortal flesh.a"

The warriors of the XIV Legion had touched down within Solthane itself, in an expansive city park large enough to accommodate the landing craft of a hundred Traitor Astartes. Thousands of cultists in Remnant uniforms emerged from the dark places of the shrine-city, cl.u.s.tering around the disembarking Death Guard like worshippers greeting their G.o.ds. For the most part, the Astartes ignored the mortal sc.u.m milling about and chanting praises.

a"Lord! Lord, have you come to deliver us? Lord!a"

Typhus turned to the screaming woman. She was wretched in every way imaginable: filthy from head to toe with encrusted grime, half her face was blackened by a flesh-eating disease, and her raised hands were mutilated from where shea'd eaten her own fingers to stave off starvation.

To the Herald, she was beautiful. Typhus watched her for several moments before she was lost in the press of ravaged humanity surrounding the Death Guard. It was becoming difficult to move through the dense crowd. People so diseased they had no right to be alive pressed in from every direction. The G.o.da's blessing kept them alive and ripe with sickness, on the edge of deaths that would take years of pain to come unless they were put out of their misery first.

Clear a path.+ Typhusa' words wormed into the minds of the Death Guard. A hundred bolters were raised at once, unleashing their fury into the crowd. The crowd dispersed like a tide, fleeing in every direction as the guns of the fallen Astartes reaped scores of lives. Bolt sh.e.l.ls detonated in bodies, showering the Death Guard in gobbets of b.l.o.o.d.y flesh.

The park was soon clear. Typhus was loath to destroy any soul sworn to his master, but this rabble barely counted. Most had pledged their devotion out of panic and confusion. If they died, little was lost. The Heralda's mission meant so much more than the lives of a handful of half-faithful peasants.

Among the buildings nearby, tall figures in black armour moved quietly, watching the advancing Death Guard. They observed in near silence, watching as the rain slashed from the Traitor Astartesa' greenish armour and cleansed the plate of heretic blood.