Daemon Prince
A nauseating blur of indescribable colors zoomed above Promulgus. The daemon prince was carried by its huge tattered wings that sliced through the upper spires of the hab-blocks. Though he knew his ornate terminator armor would protect him from most of the falling debris, he exerted a portion of his psychic power to create a force shield to block the bigger slabs of rockcrete. A soul deafening avian screech echoed as the daemon landed. Its daemon blade slashing left and right as it stalked forward. A backhanded sweep made contact with brother Tacmallion, slicing clean through the ceramite and cutting the transhuman flesh beneath. Promulgus sprinted toward the daemon prince, righteous anger fueling each heavy step. In his left hand, he activated his nemesis force weapon. Crackling blue lightning licked its blade. On his right, he pressed the trigger of his bolter. The daemon prince laughed as it raised its great blade, eager to add another grey knight to its kill tally.
Commission for @kundenservice_02
