Editing Eyes of Mordred (section)

===The Whisperings of the Master===

Chapter Master Mordred (Previously known as Septimus, but he changed his name after he left the Doom Eagles) didn't want to be like this. Not after so long. Those gems he plundered and attached to his armor, he could hear them screaming in rage. He always knew some men considered him mad, and he was deathly afraid their rumors would become true. He looked at the foul Dark Eldar across the battlefield and was filled with a great loathing he had never felt before. The screams became comprehensible speech as he marched closer. "slaves to their decadence" "fallen brethren" "kill them". In rage he charged up to their leader, and before he could react decapitated him with a clean cut from his power sword. With inhuman speed even for a Space Marine he quickly shot all of his escorts with his plasma pistol. Under his helmet, he grinned. He felt like hundreds, no, thousands more years of battle experience crept into him. With a mighty roar he descended upon the rest of the Dark Eldar army, the First Company following

Many years later...

Mordred had his honor guard take their leave. He sat alone with the Warlock he had captured for interrogation. "Now, Veldara, I have a single request for you." he said coldly. Veldara replied "I shall not give in to the likes of you! You have stolen the souls of my brethren!" Mordred edged closer to her, and quietly spoke "That is what I want to know about. I hear the gems in my armor. When I fight your kind, they weep. When I fight Chaos or Dark Eldar, they scream in rage." Veldara quickly responded, saying "Those gems contain the souls of those of us who have died! If your armor is damaged, it will feed She Who Thirsts herself!" Mordred took off his helmet and stared at her with black, emotionless eyes. "Good. You have confirmed my theory. Now, do you want to see your fallen brethren?" Before Veldara could respond, he quickly shot her in the head. Taking her soulstone, he left the dungeons, attaching it to his helmet.

Many years later, still...

Mordred laid on the ground, writhing in pain. A Dark Eldar poison had penetrated his armor, and he knew he would die shortly. Such a small thing as death would not stop him from serving the Emperor, though. He had a secret kept with the Chief Librarian, one that could ruin his chapter's reputation if it had gone out. He knew that one of the stones in his armor was empty, and attuned to him by the Librarian's ritual. He died with a strangely calm expression on his face.

A week later, the new Chapter Master put on the armor of his predecessor. He heard the voices, and for a moment he thought he heard a very familiar one...