Editing Diamond Watch (section)

==Death & Finale (900-999M38)==
For the first few years, supplies kept coming steadily from the gate. The Diamond Watch, though exiled, were well fed, and the agreements of the exile were observed.
In a sense, guarding the Silver City, which they still saw as their primary purpose, had not changed at all due to being banished. The only difference was the fact
that they were now standing outside the gate, and not on the inside of the underground caverns. 

The mists, now more numerous than ever, did still not display hostility towards the Space Marines. However, their behaviour had changed markedly. They had an alarming
tendency to converge around the area (above ground) corresponding to Silver City. Some of the brothers noticed a growing cyclical pattern, the mists largely disappearing 
from the area a few years at a time, then reappearing, ever closer to the City and more numerous. The Captain of The Diamond Watch agreed that this was indeed noteworthy,
and the message was passed beyond the Silver Gate. A reply never came, however, and soon the supplies stopped coming as well. Fortunately, the brothers had stockpiled
and rationed greatly.

One early morning, all of the mists stopped shifting or flickering. It was a bright, clear day, and the white sun of Cystral had the snow glittering in its light. Suddenly,
they felt more real, less incorporeal, perhaps even made of flesh and bone. One could recognize the shapes, belonging to this animal or that, but sometimes to a xeno race
or even a human. Some of the Space Marines saw their dead comrades, from the war with the cult of Cystral. Finally, in the blink of an eye, all of the misty shapes turned 
the deepest black in color. Their psychic signature flared in the darkness of the void, as seen from a near-lifeless planet, and their high-pitched screams echoed between
the icy mountains of the frozen tundra. At once, the sun was blotted out, eclipsed by a moon that wasn't there, and in the cover of darkness, the ravenous creatures
attacked.

The light from the muzzle fire of bolters flashed in the darkness. The streams of rocket-propelled bullets lay stripes of gold in ones retina as they accelerated
toward their target, tearing through black flesh and blacker blood with their diamantine tips. The creature's sharp claws screeched as the slid of the ceramic plates,
barely scraping at the paint layer. One by one, the dark creatures fell to the might of the Diamon Watch. 
But there were so many of them.

Ammunition ran out quickly, but every single bullet had been used with 100% efficiency, often killing two, even three in one shot. The Diamond Watch had not neglected their
training. When the clips ran empty, and the bolters jammed shut, the Space Marines drew their knifes or fists, snapped of claws or bones, fighting with all they got and
could get their hands on. For hours they fought, killing several thousands, hundred thousands of the beasts. What had once began as a coordinated attack, became mindless slaughter.
The fury of battle took many of the brothers, their inherent gene flaws triggering mutations whith irreparable damage, and leaving a violently shaking corpse in the blood-sprayed
snow. After days of fightig in the unnatural eclipse, all but one brother had fallen: Captain Romero Whitefall.

Limping, and with blurred vision, he made it to the silver gate below. Ready to knock, he had to look behind him one last time, and he saw the darkness coiled and snaked lazily, 
the black beasts mere inches away. Suddenly he could hear a voice, speaking as if from the mouth of a thousands insects. It told him of a man clad in gold, standing against
impossible odds, and choosing to take easy way out. It moaned of sacrifices and pacts broken. It screamed of the fate of all men, and all whom must die. The meaning of
of existence itself was clear to the voice in the shadow. All this knowledge, all of it, would be parted with, if only Romero Whitefall, the Emperor's puppet, would
open the door. That, he did not. Standing grimfaced, but like a diamond sparkling amongst blackest coal, he blocked the way. The darkness screamed at him, and soon a thousand
hungry mouths took his flesh. In his last moment, Romero saw the golden figure of the Emperor in his mind. He was holding a scepter, and staring beyond an endless frozen field.
Behind him were shadows on the snow, and before him materialized 20 mists. Then Romero died, and the beasts crashed through the silver door, and the fate of the Silver City
was sealed.