The Emperor betrayed the Hypernebula Imperium.
After the Glorious Crusade where the races of the Hypernebula were sanctified with nanoblood, preserved against the contortions of Realspace, he ruled justly for a millennium, but even the wonders of the Imperium couldn't halt age forever.
So he turned to that which once he stamped out, taking even the corruption of Realspace into his body.
But the Princes uncovered his Treachery driving the Fallen Emperor into Realspace at great cost.
One Prince who lived, wounded with festering decayphage was Nikhael G. Charming.
Even now he hunts Xenophobos of Realspace and Fallen Emperor both. By this he forestalls the decayphage and preserves the subjects of the Imperium!
No peace can be had with the corrupter, the parasite or assimilator, only battle!
Upon psythrone immersed in holy banefluid, a green haired, bone pale man of surpassing beauty and handsome mein. Yet, the silvery spacer suit he wore had apart from the ports for man-machine communion a open chest revealing a writhing wound of blackness on his chest. Once again, Nikhael, captain, chaplain and prince opened his blazing eyes, like spheres of fire.
"Dive complete, my children gird yourselves for battle we've arrived at the target, cleanse with faith and flame, suffer no Xenophobos to remain"
In the darkness of the command-chapel, a hulking form's optics lit up, accompanied by chorus of servos.
"Father, is it time for me to serve?"
"Rest still, the time is not yet child. Brother Durgoon, Brother Haziel, Sister Loomael present yourselves"
Three flickering holograms shimmered before the cursed prince.
A hulking creature of a man, face somewhere between hog and lion. Brother Durgoon was once a behemorg, but by blood of Nikhael he was a doomnaut, twice the size of the already large sanctified race. His mane was green, flesh dark purple.
Brother Haziel was tight whipcord to Durgoon's oppressive bulk, yet he was still giant among the kind he had once belonged to, the bladed ear, clawed Nalven. He too had the green hair from accepting Nikhael's blood and being forged into a doomnaut.
Sister Loomael was no doomnaut, for women cannot become doomnauts, the fleshforging is not something made for the female body. Yet, she was a nemesis, cyborg made from sorrowful woman abused as seedbed by Xenophobos. Such women could never again bear children, never again be sane, but by cold steel and implacable computer, her mind could be cleared for rage, madness funneled against those that robbed her of motherhood and a normal life.
No evidence of the manic fury of the nemesis was on her serene face. She was once a humanoid with no outstanding features, not even a strange forhead. Such were the savage humods.
All three wore simple robes adorned with the Imperium's mark of shame, the double-cross, reminder of their Emperor's betrayal.
"Durgoon my son, don the vestment of Breaker"
"All ways shall open before me, Xenophobos exposed to the congregation to kill!"
He slipped his robe off, and acolytes began to place on the heavy plating of the breaker, chanting and waving censers infuse the power-armour against the twisting of Reapspace. His was helm without visible sensors or visor.
"Haziel my son, don the vestment of Sentry"
"I shall be the eye that sees all, strikes all, no Xenophobos shall ambush the congregation"
What was placed on his body was a sleeker power-armour, one with spiderleg-like supports, his helm a mess of lenses and antenna.
"Loomael my daughter, don the vesture of Berzerk"
Her eyes opened, and mouth parted in rapturous joy and pleasure.
"My whole being will be as Death himself"
Clasped onto her portsuit was a cloak of distortion, no power-armour for the Berzerk would be blessed with strength beyond the construction of mortals.
"Durgoon to you is bestowed the siloshield and the fireballer with the ultramace."
The shield was peppered with openings from which minimissiles would be fired.
The fireballer was a heavy weapon to a normal person, but pistol a doomnaut.
The ultramace was a powered-weapon pulsing with lifeforce.
"Haziel to you is bestowed the boltflame lancer and the gatling grenadier."
The first was a might weapon that shot piercing bolts of flame. The second a backback that held spinning barrels that would launch holy hand-grenades.
"Loomael to you is bestowed a grand chain-flame blade"
A two handed powerweapon, a sword with spinning teeth of solid lifefire.
"The Xenophobos are mere predamorphs, no obscure arts do they work, no saint need pray for us, no survivors remain, with faith and flame bring doom!"
"With faith and flame bring doom!" so cried the trio.
They boarded the transport torpedo and were shot into overrun spacestation.
Predamorphs would kidnap and lay eggs within victims using the biomass to rapidly grow into the humanoid roach mockery that would do as its sire had done.
Though an apex predator with corrosive fluids and hard carapace, possessing no anomalies the two doomnauts and the nemesis carved through the hive. Once the queen was killed the remnants could be swept up by robots even.
Soon enough the trio returned with the nightmare seed of the hive queen which was processed quickly into more antiphage.
In time the space station once fully cleansed and sanctified would host normal lives once more, but still Prince Mikhael's wound remained.
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