The Price of Defiance

The doors of the chamber glowed for several seconds and then the whole assembly was blown inwards before two giants walked through. First came the one in black, the arbiter of death, and second came the one in gold, victory made flesh. They are the Primarchs Lukas Keath of the Obsidian Guard and Hectarion Mycenor of the Crimson Lions, and they have come to slay Emory Salignac. Hectarion's roar is muted as it passes through the vox grille of his helmet, "Come out and face your fate wretch!"

Lukas was silent, scanning the room for their quarry, eventually spotting a fallen shoe by a bureau. In the span of two great strides he crossed the room and wrenched open the doors to find a disheveled, puny man with an augmetic eye. Like a parent picking up a naughty child Lukas grabbed Salignac by the shoulder and lifted him into the air, "Found him."

"There's only one thing left to do then," Hectarion replied, turning and walking out into the courtyard. Lukas followed without delay, the former ruler of the Auretian Technocracy whimpering pitifully as he was dragged to his fate. When the Primarchs emerged into the light of the evening they were greeted by the cheers of the Lions and the grim silence of the Guard. Hectarion raised his arms up to quiet the assembled Astartes, "This man is the one who necessitated our coming, who orchestrated the deaths of your brothers, who spat in the face of the Emperor. There can be only one punishment for him."

"DEATH!"

Lukas spotted a piece of fallen masonry bearing the symbol of The Brotherhood and pulled it to him through the power of his mind. He then dropped Salignac unceremoniously onto the makeshift block and held him down.

Hectarion nodded and gripped Godstooth with both hands before raising it above his head, "Emory Salignac, for waging war against the Imperium you are sentenced to death." In a single stroke the mighty blade descended, cutting through the man's neck like a hot knife through butter and into the stone beneath.

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