Meanwhile, aboard the Gloriana warship.
Two Stormtroopers were searching for the blue-painted Space Marines under orders from their officer. They moved from room to room, trying to locate the Marines.
By chance, they ran into a Space Marine known for causing trouble and playing pranks—the Alpha Legion, whose members are all called Alpharius.
The Alpha Legion was the most hated faction among the rebellious Space Marines. They were infamous for their intrigue, betrayal, and secret manipulation. They preferred working behind the scenes, infiltrating, and turning enemies against each other. Because of this, no one trusted them—not even the usually more open and aggressive rebels. Although they sometimes had their own goals, their sneaky methods made many factions wary and hostile toward them.
The two Stormtroopers ended up asking the wrong questions. Guided by an Alpha Legion Space Marine, they were led to a room marked with a bat symbol.
Unbeknownst to them, the Alpha Legion had just sent them straight into the Night Lords' territory.
"Open the door."
The Stormtrooper wearing a helmet took a step back and said,
"Why do you think I've got the guts to open that door?"
"Then let's open it together. Didn't the Emperor say the people inside are good? The Emperor wouldn't lie."
They both pushed the door open at the same time. A cold gust of wind stabbed out from the crack.
"Even if a Jedi choked me to death, I wouldn't go in there," one Stormtrooper muttered to his companion.
"Come on, let's go in together," the other said, nudging the hesitant Stormtrooper forward.
Inside, the room was pitch black. Horrific screams echoed from within, mixed with eerie whispers and bone-chilling laughter.
"Well, looks like we have guests," a sinister voice echoed from the darkness, followed by a cold, unsettling laugh that made their skin crawl.
Six massive men stepped out from the darkness.
"So, what do you think of our appearance? A little intimidating?"
The two stormtroopers stood frozen, staring at the skulls and bat symbols etched across the imposing armor.
"Allow me to introduce myself. I am a harbinger of terror from the Night Lords Legion. I paint chaos and despair... all in the name of good."
"Wow... I think I just peed myself," one stormtrooper whispered to his partner, eyes locked on the terrifying armor.
"So... you're a sadistic nihilist with a collection of torture props?"
"No, no, no. How could this possibly be called violence? Violence is art. The finest art we have to offer."
"Umm... the Emperor did send us to the right location, didn't he?"
"Would you like to bring joy to others?"
"...What?"
"Death is relief. A sweet rest that spares our enemies from this miserable existence. We don't want them to die too quickly—we want to prolong their suffering, to savor the sweetness of their fear until their very last breath. And when their fragile bodies finally break... we display them as trophies, as a testament to the beauty of fear. It's the most exquisite form of art."
"Would you like to see my finest collection?"
"My forehead feels cold..."
"I think I'm gonna wet myself."
"You're not alone."
Both stormtroopers froze in place, staring at the Night Lord's intoxicated expression—drunk not with liquor, but with madness and pride.
"Would you be interested in... suppressing and eliminating the rebels?"
"Suppressing rebels? That would be a magnificent addition to my collection."
The Night Lord replied as he accepted orders from Kenthelion.
"Our Night Lords Legion is very friendly. We're nothing like the Ultramarines in the next room. They strip their enemies and take joy in their screams."
"Yes, yes—we're easily the kindest Legion among all the Space Marines."
"Huh? Really?"
The two stormtroopers hesitated, but still wanted to believe.
"Trust me," said the Night Lord with a smile, carrying a set of torture tools no one could even name.
"Leave the mission to us. We won't disappoint..."
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