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Litany of Serene Conflict

Verse 1

For these that want rage and bloodshed

we bring cold that offer peace

For these who spread plague and despair

we bring ice that will never decay

For these who seek knowledge at all cost

we bring snow that knows all the answers

For these who seek pleasure and exitement

we bring frost that ends all feelings

Cometh forward heretics and your bones will be lost amid the ice

Verse 2

These who exist only to devour

they they will starve in the wasteland

These who seek only war

their final battle will be against the blizzards

These who plot from their havenships

will die in our frozen hell

These who prosper and build

their expansion will end on the glaciers

These who kill all the living

will only find death here

Fall of Hollengrad

Verkast huddled in the coat he had stripped from a corpse and tried to understand what had happened to his world. Three days ago it had been 30 degrees celsius and their rebellion against the Imperium had seemed a glorious success. Now neither of those things were true.

Two days ago dark clouds had suddenly filled the sky over the capitol while the vox squawked about "cryogenic weapons detonating in the upper atmosphere". A massive blizzard plunged the capitol into a complete white out and the vox started screaming about "orbital assaults" and "drop pods". Then it was screaming about "monsters". Then it was just screaming. Then it was silent.

Verkast's patrol had come across some of the pods, and across the bodies. Some were torn apart as if by clawed monsters. Some were shattered and scattered in frozen chunks. Some where intact except for vicious neck wounds; the medic said they'd died from blood loss, but there didn't seem to be much blood on the ground. Verkast didn't like to think about that, but at least he'd gotten an extra coat off one of them.

Then the patrol got hit. The enemy were giants who seemed to materialized out of the swirling snow fall. They came out of the blinding white with chainswords roaring, and suddenly Sergeant Liekus didn't have arms anymore. A giant shot a blast of mist from what looked like a flamer, engulfing three men. One simply stopped in his tracks while the other two toppled over, and shattered when they hit the ground. Verkast didn't see the rest die, he was already running, but he heard their screams. He'd been taught about the Adeptus Astartes, the Space Marines, but he'd always assumed the claims of their prowess were just exaggerations. Now he understood why they were called the Emperor's "Angels of Death".

Verkast fled into a tram station. Power was out through the whole city, so it was just him running through dark tunnels alone. Thankfully it was little warmer down below, and there was no snow. The angels seemed to like the snow, so he figured they stay on the surface. The emergency lights were active in the tunnels. Though frightfully dim, they none the less gave Verkast some comfort.

"At least I'll see them coming," he muttered to himself.

"Do you really think so?" a voice calmly asked; from right behind him.

Shaking, Verkast turned slowly around. One of the angels stepped out from the thick shadows the emergency lights failed to pierce. With a hiss the seal on it's helmet released, and a wave of cold air washed over Verkast face as the angel revealed it's own. It's eyes gleamed in the darkness, like ice reflecting fire light, and frozen blood glistened on it's mouth and chin. The last thing Verkast thought as the astartes fell upon him was "angels shouldn't have fangs".