Aelohym Fluff

Here's some fluff I put together today for the Aelohym:

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Dark Apostle Val Kothar stood before the altar and looked out upon the warriors assembled before him. Each member of the Aelohym knelt on one knee, their helmeted heads returning his gaze as they awaited his word. A feeling of anticipation hung in the air, surrounding the Word Bearers gathered within the room. The Aelohym had spent the better part of three years preparing for this moment, and now that it was here, it seemed surreal.

The air was silent, save for the occasional moan of pain from the figure bound to the altar. Ever since Lorgar's pilgrimage into the Eye of Terror, the Aelohym had embraced the Primordial annihilators with open arms. Through their deeds they had earned the recognition of their primarch and the dark powers, and it was their chapter that would model the way for the future of the Word Bearers. It would not be long before each chapter answered directly to their chaplains, who would assume the rule of dark apostle and leader of their host. Most would carry their defiled crozius arcanum into battle, but Lorgar had allowed Val Kothar an exception to this rule. Instead of a crozius, Val Kothar bore the daemon sword Voidborn.

The blade had been named Numinus, before the Dark Apostle had trapped a greater daemon within it just a few days ago. Captain Valerius Trajan of the 9th Ultramarines Company had given it to Val Kothar as a mark of respect and a token of the friendship the two had forged during their three year campaign in the Agemon system. In actuality, Val Kothar's friendship had been a sham, a burden which he had gladly accepted at Lorgar's behest. It was not easy to live the lies that had earned the Ultramarines' trust, but the Urizen had deemed them necessary in order for the assault on Calth to succeed. Now, with the Word Bearers poised to strike, Val Kothar would betray that trust and punish the sons of Guilliman for the shame they had wrought upon the Word Bearers at the city of Monarchia.

Val Kothar tightened his grip on Voidborn, feeling the daemon stir at the prospect of bloodshed. He recalled the cultists he had killed in order to bind the daemon to the weapon, but quickly pushed their terrified faces and tormented screams from his mind. The weapon would imbue him with strength beyond that of a normal astartes, but that strength came with a price. The cultists' souls were mere tools for the Word Bearers to further the will of the dark gods, and Val Kothar had had no choice but to sacrifice them. At one point he would have been horrified by such actions, but the Word Bearers had passed that point long ago.

In one swift motion Val Kothar drew Voidborn and plunged it into the Ultramarine on his altar. Blood gurgled from the Ultramarine's mouth, dripping onto the altar and the floor beneath it. Val Kothar pushed Voidborn back into its sheath, ignoring its cries for more blood, and stepped back from the corpse. The body began to swell and raise up from the altar. A blinding haze spewed forth from the wound in its torso, but Val Kothar stared into it and smiled as the warp rift began to expand.

"Rise, my brothers," Val Kothar's voice boomed throughout Dawnbreaker's flight deck. "For three years we have knelt, hiding beneath the guise of friendship. For three years we have sewn the seed of revenge. Now, the Urizen has granted us the honor of exacting vengeance for the destruction of Monarchia. It is time for us to begin our harvest, We will set the entirety of Calth ablaze, and claim it for the glory of Lorgar!"