Fall of the Fallen
The situation is desperate. One of the Greatest of Archangyl's of the True Emperor stride forward towards the Arch Heretic, as his deluded followers die by the millions to protect the coward from his well deserved doom. Yet the Circle is pursued by monsters, a pair of abominations that cuts their way through everything that gets in their way, hunting the greatest servants of the true gods. Legions of Seraphim stride forth to delay the interlopers, only to be shattered. Companies of Archangyls fly onwards to battle, only to be cut down like grain. A 1st Circle commands the rearguard, but he is weak and weary and thus sends out the greatest of his Subordinates, five Angyl Lords, each the match of a Second Circle Anchangyl. Each, the manifestation of the Imperium's sins.
First to step forward is Asmodel- Lord of Judgement, a former Spacemarine whose disdain and hatred for those very humans he protected was his ruin, leading him into the Embrace of Tjapa even as he castigated those mortals who he held responsible for his new God's Birth. The greatest duelist and fighter of the Fallen Five, he was the last to fall to Tjapa. Yet upon this day, the first to fall, was the last.
He strode forth to face the Ancient Wander alone, his disdain not allowing him to see the "mere human" for the threat she was. Arethea struck in a sudden tide, a surge of fire imbued with the very essence of Freedom burning at his very soul. As he Struggles to right himself against the sudden attach Arethea strikes once more, a powerful banishment spell striking Asmodel. Between her prestigious strength and the Aura of the Last Saint, Asmodel finds himself banished before he could strike a single blow. Returned to the tender mercies of the God he so failed.
The Forge-Lord of the Damned was the second youngest of the Five Fallen, a Fabricator General whose lust for knowledge led him to horde it all to himself, even as he twisted the sacred laws of the Mechanicus for his petty enrichment. Eventually he sold his soul for greater knowledge. He summons a dozen Deamon Engines, each a masterpiece of its craft, and the Forge Lord's fell calculations assure him that they shall be sufficient. They strike at the Ancient One, Even as the Lady of Purgation and Lord of Men support the war machines in combat. The Ancient One destroys them in a breathtaking display of skill and valor, before bypassing the other two angyl lords and Beheading the Forge Lord.
The Third to fall to Tjapa was Cassiel, the Lady of Purgation. Once an ambitious and talented sister of Battle upon Ophilia, she listened to the Ecclesiarch when he told her to slay a humble preacher, a saint empowered by the emperor to prevent the rise of the Ophelian theocracy. A dark counterpart to Alicia Dominica, she faithfully serves the Ecclesiarch of Ophelia to this very day, never questioning their orders. Yet upon this day she faced one who cared not for her history, or the living blasphemy she and her sisters represent. The Ancient one cut through her elite guard with barely a thought, briefly dueling Cassiel before striking her through the heart, annihilating her body and soul. Third to fall, and Third to fall.
The second to fall to Tapa was the lord of Men,Bra'nagin. A political general, who's disdain for the lives his men was legendary his fall was swift and sure, and he eager sacrificed a full chapter of Space Marines to his new god, brought down by the corpses of those who followed him. He summoned a nigh endless tide of Conscripti, the mindless faceless shades of his guardsmen. Yet a nigh endless tide was nowhere near enough, for the Ancient One simply ignored their pathetic las blasts, and engaged Bra'nagin in single combat. Berfit of people to die in his name, the life of Bra'nagin truely ended upon the Ancient One's claws.
The first to fall was the last to stand, and Chedomar flew upon golden wings. A monstrous inquisitor who's hatred of the Abhumans drove him to madness, his machinations were in large part responsible for the downfall of Squatkind, earning him the eternal enmity of Squatkind, and a kill team composed of all nine loyal legions. He survived, elevated by Tjapa for such a truly spectacular display of Xenophobia. He engaged the Ancient Wander while she was momentarily weakened, his hatred of Abhumans driving his power ever higher as he engaged the gene-forged psyker. Yet even that was not enough, for with the fall of his comrades he tried to rush a ritual to slay the Wander, only for the ancient human to turn his own power against him, hurling him off in the distance, his golden wings stained red with blood.
Yet She did not pursue, for she had a more important task to take care of, as Ancient One and his student strode forth to face the First Circle.
@Durin Poor Quirky Miniboss Squad. Half of them have been permakilled.