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	She instead, walked towards her buckets. They were full to overflowing. She picked one up, tilting her head back, drinking deeply, laughing, coughing when her laughter interrupted her drinking, but she didn’t care. After praying, praying every morning and every evening, she had been given this bounty. The rain hadn’t stopped for almost two days, and she felt a pang of regret that she didn’t have more buckets.		She instead, walked towards her buckets. They were full to overflowing. She picked one up, tilting her head back, drinking deeply, laughing, coughing when her laughter interrupted her drinking, but she didn’t care. After praying, praying every morning and every evening, she had been given this bounty. The rain hadn’t stopped for almost two days, and she felt a pang of regret that she didn’t have more buckets.

	When she set the bucket down and turned around, she was face to ~~chest~~ with Sanguinius. The titanic figure looked down at her, blood mixing with rain water. His hand, gauntleted and missing every finger, reached for her. She didn’t recoil, more out of shock than anything else…and his fingers laced through her hair, his hand whole once more, his golden armor shining. He petted her, like a father touching a child.		When she set the bucket down and turned around, she was face to waist with Sanguinius. The titanic figure looked down at her, blood mixing with rain water. His hand, gauntleted and missing every finger, reached for her. She didn’t recoil, more out of shock than anything else…and his fingers laced through her hair, his hand whole once more, his golden armor shining. He petted her, like a father touching a child.

	“My angels are here.”		“My angels are here.”
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	They peppered the hive and even from here, she could see the titanic red figures leaping from them. She saw the [[Space Marines]], the Angels of Death of the [[God-Emperor of Mankind]], start to work their terrible wrath among the living dead and the living cultists.		They peppered the hive and even from here, she could see the titanic red figures leaping from them. She saw the [[Space Marines]], the Angels of Death of the [[God-Emperor of Mankind]], start to work their terrible wrath among the living dead and the living cultists.

	Connie sank to her knees and watched with a smile on her lips.		Connie sank to her knees and watched with a smile on her lips.

	== Epilogue: The Angels of Death ==		== Epilogue: The Angels of Death ==

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	She shook her head and slung her long-las over her shoulder. The heavy rifle pressed against her back as she pulled out the autopistol and a luminator, which she flicked on with her left hand, bracing her right hand over the left. The light shone the way as she padded down the stairs, stepping carefully to avoid crunching over bones. It was a nearly impossible task, and every time that she stepped onto a bone, she gritted her teeth.		She shook her head and slung her long-las over her shoulder. The heavy rifle pressed against her back as she pulled out the autopistol and a luminator, which she flicked on with her left hand, bracing her right hand over the left. The light shone the way as she padded down the stairs, stepping carefully to avoid crunching over bones. It was a nearly impossible task, and every time that she stepped onto a bone, she gritted her teeth.

	No noise, other than her own breathing and the occasional cracking-crunch of bone, reached her ear. The air ventilators of the ~~might~~ city were dead. The luminators didn’t hum in the ceiling. Only the sun and the open aired courtyards would have any light or air at all…she would have to remember that.		No noise, other than her own breathing and the occasional cracking-crunch of bone, reached her ear. The air ventilators of the mighty city were dead. The luminators didn’t hum in the ceiling. Only the sun and the open aired courtyards would have any light or air at all…she would have to remember that.

	When the nightmare of walking down the stairs came to an end, Connie opened the doors in the bottom of the hab complex, coming into the open aired courtyard that linked to it and every other hab-complex in the neighborhood. She tried to not remember the millions of people who had streamed down this concourse, the hundreds who had stopped to play in the parks – now withered and dead. She tried to ignore the scrawled graffiti – the symbols that made her head hurt, and the pleas for help written onto buildings that looked as though they had been claimed…not by the living dead, but by their damned (in both senses of the word) allies.		When the nightmare of walking down the stairs came to an end, Connie opened the doors in the bottom of the hab complex, coming into the open aired courtyard that linked to it and every other hab-complex in the neighborhood. She tried to not remember the millions of people who had streamed down this concourse, the hundreds who had stopped to play in the parks – now withered and dead. She tried to ignore the scrawled graffiti – the symbols that made her head hurt, and the pleas for help written onto buildings that looked as though they had been claimed…not by the living dead, but by their damned (in both senses of the word) allies.

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