The first to reach the Necron was the sergeant, he brought his sword up and plunged it hilt deep within the metallic body. The next space marine to reach the Necron brought his bolter down in a mighty arc upon the Necrons head. the third space marine to reach the Necron brought his bolter around and smashed it into the Necrons side, hitting with enough force to split the weapon in two.<br/><br/>Ulrhun saw that they moved with a great amount of speed for their immense stature, it was rather surprising for him. However, he was comparing their speed to the slow and purposeful trudge that the majority of his forces were restricted by. His surprise made it so his reaction was slow, too slow. The first to reach him seemed to have many decorations upon his amour *a leader perhaps* his thoughts were interrupted by static waves in his mind, surging through his consciousness, the blade of the leader had pierced him straight through. It was wreathed in energy and split his steel like butter, practically melting it. As his mind felt the energy is body quickly compensated but his mental state was immediately overcome by a emotion he had not felt in a great time.<br/><br/>Ravenous rage consumed him, how dare this being inflict pain upon him, as he lifted his scythe to strike him another one was upon his arm and then another struck him in the head disrupting his vision yet again. The smaller beings before were no where near as infuriating as these hulking amour clad bipeds. As they piled on top of him his rage overtook him and he released a burst of gauss from his body and scythe immediately amputating the arms of the one holding the scythe, turning the appendages to atomic dust.<br/><br/>The others were flung off by the force and had gaping holes in them, except for the one who had wounded him the greatest. However he was wounded but obviously not enough to stop his need for combat. Ulrhun could not distinguish the beings emotion between bloodlust or righteous seal but only saw it rise again and redouble its efforts to overcome his opponent. Ulrhun was no longer in the mood for entertainment, he wished for vengeance as he impaled his prey his body was suddenly overcome by pain and a darkness overcame his mind. <WEAKNESS IS UNACCEPTABLE!!! You kill with emotion! How dare you mock me and my creations! I Gave you eternity as you wished! Kill without feeling! Engorge me without appeasing your mortal beliefs! For this crime I deprive you of this ones death!!> A Tomb Spyder burst through a wall near him using its arm Gauss blaster struck the outer wall. It came rolling in and dropped a load of Necron skeletal body parts and it continued towards Ulrhun.<br/><br/>He fell to his knees as the Nightbringer's embrace became more oppressive. His scythe burst with energy inside the one who was impaled upon his staff. It struggled for a few more moments striking his body then finally passing out as blood oozed from the breaches in his thick amour A slight satisfaction started to arise within Ulrhun, another crack of the mental whip from his master. <AGAIN YOU INSULT ME!! I allow you great freedom for you merciless service in fueling my need for the end of life. But you do it in emotion. YOUR Sadistic pleasure I allow as it makes your slaughter oh so much greater but as you let more feeling pour from you. You are supposed to be mindless machine of slaughter but your mentality has always brought me swift victory. However you enact treason against me and you unfeeling brothers who are not as strong as you. This creature will become our voice, its memories will become our own and you will serve without feeling along with the one who has taught you pain for the first time since your birth.> A jealous rage overcame him but was soon snuffed out by pain. He could not fight it, his master was too great for him. He saw the Tomb Spyder quickly abduct his prey who he eagerly wished to slay.<br/><br/>The many corpses of his aged brothers arose and began to reassemble themselves, Their living metal bodies reached out to its related appendages. As the ones who had wicked blades for fingers began to peruse the dead and wounded. Rending the flesh from their bodies and adoring them as new vesture of demoralization. Ulrhun saw the rise of his most favored warriors, his Flayed Ones. The pleasure of seeing them rise was, however, overcome by the memory of the pain that Ulrhun was left with. The final presence of the Nightbringer departed and Ulrhun struggled to keep his composure, he felt betrayed as his vengeance over the one who reminded him of the loss of the ancient body he once inhabited was stripped from him. His master had taken more then he could bare, for the first time in many millions of years he felt pain, and through the pain he felt resentment for his master. But he sheltered these emotions in the depth of his mind lest his lord sensed them and sough punishment again.<br/><br/>Passage to the catacombs had arisen nearby, where the Tomb Spyder had taken the being whom had harmed him. As the Flayed ones moved from defacing the dead to skinning the living screams of agony had broke the frigid silence of the now decrepit outpost. Holes marred the once glorious edifice, leaving nothing but the cries of the dead, soon to be silence that had always accompanied Ulhurn's dark march. A silence that rang of eternal despair. One that held the voice of his master, the silence of night.<br/><br/>Ulrhun took his leave of the place letting the remainder of the living to be swept clean by the Flayed ones and them to gather fresh flesh to achieve their purpose of horrifying the enemy with the appalling gore that they represented. Pushing it to the back of his mind he entered the catacombs to oversee the assimilation of the new voice that would soon be singing the unholy chorus of decimation. After a short teleportation he was there to witness the ending of its creation. As the last parts were welded on by the Scarabs and Spyders. The nanites being injected into their new abode, scanning his brain adding the vast knowledge of the galaxy contained within its mind into the memory of their vast network so they might understand this new life. As this happened the great arrays deep within the planet began to receive signals from other tomb worlds, already awakened for many months or years, world engines slowly approaching their new targets with abyssal silence and horrific purpose, great star-ships gliding above planets purging them of life. Soon he knew everything.<br/><br/>The Space Marines, the Imperium of Man, the Tau, the return of the Eldar, the hated Orks. Everything, and he was filled with pleasure, so much life since his last awakening had arisen, since he purged this planet many years ago. This time he would be allowed to leave this planet, to fly to other systems, and kill moreÂ  then he had since his creation. Compared to his last awakening, this was the like staring at the sun for the first time, and to feel an unbridled lust and excitement upon the thought of snuffing it out...<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">END OF CHAPTER 1<br/>Chapter 2 "The Cleansing" Begins next post</span>