Ahriman: Gates of Ruin

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Author: John French
Tags: Ciencia ficción
whispered to me. I felt the tip of its tongue touch my cheek. Its eyes were black pools in its perfect face. Hush now, my sweet one. The shriek poured from my throat, ripping skin and blood from my lips and mouth. Hundreds of sensations flowed through me: hunger, rage, happiness, the brush of petals and the stab of needles, on and on, more and more, brighter and faster than the grey world in which I was about to die.
    The daemon shook its head and hooked the tip of its second claw onto the collar of my armour.
    Do not be afraid, beautiful soul, it purred. It pulled the claw down and the armour over my chest parted like silk. This will not be over quickly, or without pain.
    I screamed and its smile glittered with points and edges.
    A fist of fire-blackened metal snapped shut on the daemon’s skull. Red jelly burst across my face. Credence yanked the body backwards and triggered the flamers in its wrists, then tossed the shrivelled remains aside. It turned, planting its legs to either side of me, and its cannon roared its challenge and defiance at the tide.
    +Ctesias.+ The voice reached me, but my head was spinning. +Get up. Move .+
    I began to rise, but my muscles were shuddering with the daemon’s touch.
    A hand reached down and yanked me up. I looked up into the lenses of Ignis’s helm.
    +Where is Ahriman?+ I asked, feeling the sending tremble as it formed.
    +I am here, brother.+ Ahriman walked towards me, dragging Silvanus, green fire whirling from his hand.
    Behind him a towering daemon followed. Jewels hung from its flesh, and clouds of musk smudged the air around it. A bovine head swayed atop its torso. It lifted one of its four limbs and pointed; the gesture was beautiful and lazy. A red tongue of fire lashed out, the air around it glittering with blood and frost.
    Ahriman raised a hand. The lash coiled around his arm, pulsing, cutting and sucking through his armour. Power flared from him, exploding outwards into the warp. The psychic shock wave lifted daemons from reality and blew them to tatters of black slime. He yanked the red lash from the air and spun. The bull-headed daemon bellowed. Ahriman whipped the stolen lash of fire across its flesh. Mother-of-pearl skin parted. Black fluid gushed from the wound. Ahriman struck again, but this time the daemon slid aside as though it had not been there, and a claw lashed out. A sphere of light snapped into being around Ahriman and Silvanus. Blue flame exploded as the claw struck, and the shield burst with a flash. The daemon staggered, its claw cracked and burning. I waited for Ahriman to strike again, but no blow came. I glanced at Ahriman. He was still standing, but I could feel the fatigue shuddering off him.
    The daemon hung back, circling, cloven hooves chiming on the deck, nostrils pulsing as it breathed incense into the air. The lesser daemons parted before it, hissing and mewling in delight.
    The song was rising higher and higher, and I could almost see the Sycorax drowning as the legions of daemons swarmed through its hull. There would be blood flowing down the decks. Wards would be melting from walls, bullets flying from defence guns, and all the while the daemons would be dancing in the ruin. I could hear it, the screams and gunfire were rippling through the warp, blending with the daemon’s song, calling more of them to feed like blood spilled in shark-infested water.
    +There are more coming,+ I called to Ahriman. Blood was still pulsing from my arm. The daemons had paused in their assault but it was just the calm that comes before a wave crashes down. +This is not just a gate, it is a feeding ground.+
    +We will not leave,+ sent Ahriman, and I could feel the control and effort in the sending. His eyes were still locked on the circling greater daemon. +The Antilline Abyss lies beyond here, and we will pass through.+
    +We will die here!+
    +No,+ he sent calmly. +We will not.+
    +How?+ I sent, bitterness and false laughter heavy in the word. +You have a secret, or
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