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===Rustagrim Belongs to the Empyrean===
'''4 869 588.M42'''
: The influx of Astartes did nothing but hold what ground remained. The planet had fallen too far and reinforcements arrived too late. That is not against the Astartes as they actually managed to retake multiple levels of the hive capitol. But it was not enough. A week later, the Chaos forces upon Rustagrim enacted the ritual they had so meticulously prepared. The 8-pointed Star they had carved out of the ground and filled with blood vaporized and flashed black. A gigantic rift into the Warp opened and sucked the planet into its maw. The two companies of Lamenters and Blood Angels were now marooned in the Warp along with the paltry few living, non-tainted residents of Rustagrim. 


: If the daemon incursion on Rustagrim was bad before it was bad to the max now. The denizens of the Warp no longer had to figure a way to manifest themselves in the Materium, Rustagrim was but a skip away. All the gains the the two companies of Space Marines were being fast eaten away. The upper spires, a lack of mass, had instantly twisted and frayed or even just vanished, dooming their occupants to a horrid end. All fortifications and emplacements on the outside were quickly eaten away by the tide of daemons. All Astartes had been recalled to an innermost temple the only viable place to hold anymore. The minimal avenues of attack allowed the formidable skills of the Astartes to hold the daemon tide at bay. That was until a massive rift appeared in the center of the room.


: As news of Blood Angels being on a stranded planet in the middle of the warp, one such daemon with a history with the Chapter decided to make an appearance. K’bandha the Bloodthirster, Champion of Khorne, nemesis of Sanguinius, was expulsed from the rift with a multi-colored flare and thumped down into the middle of the temple. <span style="color:#dc143c">“BLOOD ANGELS! NOWHERE TO RUN! NOWHERE TO HIDE!”</span> the Chaos Champion roared. The Astartes in the temple were unsure what to do until they heard their captain. <span style="color:#8b0000">“K’Bandha, you scaley piece of shit. Get that ass over here! Fucking daemon scum! Come die with a bit of honor!”</span> Donatos shouted out his challenge, knowing that the daemon actually had honor, unlike the bulk of the Warp. K’Bandha laughed cruelly and stomped toward the Captain of the Blood Angels 2nd Company. The Captain steeled himself for a grueling battle, not sure that he could win this. A booming voice echoed throughout the temple, <span style="color:#ff0000">“YOU’LL DO NO SUCH THING DONATOS. K’BANDHA IS MINE!”</span>


: A huge bright actinic flash, tinged with yellow and white lances of sun appeared at the roof of the temple. A winged figure stood, as everyone’s eyes cleared. K’Bandha grinned a wicked smile and shouted out, Donatos all but forgotten, <span style="color:#dc143c">“I FIGURED YOU MIGHT SHOW UP. ALWAYS WORRIED ABOUT YOUR ‘PRECIOUS’ BLOOD ANGELS!”</span> The glorious visage of the Sanguinor floated down to the floor, eyes locked on the Bloodthirster. The two champions charged at each other, a great battle about to begin. The two weapons, one a massive daemonic axe blessed by Khorne himself, the other a majestic sword radiant and glowing, collided together in a spectacular cascade of sparks, warp fire and bright rays of light. In the Materium, the Sanguinor would have had the leverage to break K’Bandha, but in the Aether, the Champion of Khorne was empowered by pure Warp. K’Bandha’s massive clawed hand reached out and curled around the Sanguinor’s throat. <span style="color:#dc143c">“AS MUCH AS I WOULD LOVE TO ''KILL'' YOU, I NEED YOUR BODY’!”</span> As time froze in the Warp, the two vanished in another rift.