Editing The Birth of Xenobane (section)

==The Return of Xenobane==
The Return of Xenobane

After the first conquest of the empyrean machination on the planet With, the terrifying abomination Xenobane was permitted to carry the defeated remains of his first six Genestealer victims. The Iron Warriors, the Chaos Space Marines that associated themselves with the Forge of Souls more than any other of the original traitor legions, sought use of this destructive behemoth. The Soul Grinder permitted the superhuman heretics to reinforce his frame with a fine unholy armor colored in their evil and ancient tenacity. The Warpsmiths succeeded in their unholy piece of art with a storm of warp lightning, binding and fusing the daemon into something more horrifying than the average Soul Grinder.

Upon this completion finally ending the Forge of Souls sought a new target, the planet dubbed by the Corpse Emperor's worshipers as Lain. This barren tundra world was home to an ongoing conflict between the Greenskins and the Necrons for nearly six centuries, neither side able to successfully destroy the other entirely. In recent months their peaks had been toppled, the WAAAGH! of walking green fungi and the prehistoric nihilists had destroyed the weapons and vehicles of one another in their totality. The schemers of the Immaterium wanted this planet as it lied near the center of the Milky Way and it being converted to a daemon world would aid the Black Legion in their upcoming Thirteenth Black Crusade. The Greenskins had toppled the final pylon preventing any reality-tearing entry onto Lain until that point. Xenobane was summoned into action as both armies prepared for their final confrontations.

With a hate-filled constitution the horrifically forged beast tore out of the Warp and onto an icy plateau, snow raged as below him he could see hundreds of Necrons battling against the green tide. Oddly the Greenskins were composed mostly of grots rather than orks by a seven to one ratio. As neither of these races were seen as favorable to Chaos, Xenobane howled into the constrictingly cold sky, alerting both sides to its arrival and their final doom. The Greenskins cared not and continued their rampage on their necrodermis-clan foes while half the Necron battalion aimed their long ranged gauss weaponry on the charging terror. Like lightning Xenobane scaled down the plateau, charging with intense prejudice at subsonic speeds. The Genestealer skulls mounted on his framed gave his foes the dreadful indication this Neverborn was not going to be an easy victory.

In mere seconds the mighty abomination charged into both armies sending dozens on both sides flying. His rear engine emitted a cloud of rust like before to aid him in evasion. One by one he unleashed his horrifying weapons while both sides began aimlessly firing into the hellish fog. "STRIKING IMPACT!" The warpsword crackled with light of fright, slicing through xenos on both sides. Necrodermis was destroyed beyond repair and spores died from the unreal heat emitted. "GOLIATH BUSTER!' Its iron claw launches from the left arm, flying around the battlefield and destroying what little heavy support both sides had. It was at this point both Necrons and Greenskins temporarily stopped firing on one another and aimed for their new challenger.

"STAR STRIKE!" Xenobane unleashed a psychic ray of tantalizingly horrific energy from his eyes, his own warp gaze that seared his enemies in droves. The Necrons were reduced to mere squads of warriors and a backup regiment of flayed ones while the Greenskins had no orks left and the remaining gretchin relied on the few squigs left in their arsenal. "DAMNED MAGMA!" The harvester cannons on the right wrist broke through the rust cloud that the icy wind was slowly dissipating, one by one exterminating the last of the Necrons until only the grots remained. "HOLOCAUST ERUPTION!" Finally the maw cannon, a level of daemonic and chaotic heat on par with that of a blue star. The remaining Greenskins stood no chance, not even their spores could hope survive the destructive embers built on the foundation of xeno prejudice that was amassed. The area, once surrounded by ice and snow before the Imperium had a syllable of recorded time, was now altered in ash, anguish, abominable abrasion, alien temperatures, and authentic evil. Xenobane howled at his successful termination as he became chanting to summon other neverborn brethren to Lain.

In mere days the planet was ravaged and pillaged by the empyrean denizens of the Warp. No opposition prevented the taint of Chaos from infesting the realspace until finally a new daemon world was successfully converted Xenobane returned to the Forge of Souls, waiting to exterminate more xenos and craving battle.