Fiction:Attero Dominatus/Alternate Histories

The Fall of the Draconis
For two hundred thousand years, the spires of Alcanti stood testament to the might of the Draconis.Now, their stumps showed the death of the proud and noble empire.or two hundred thousand years, the might of the Imperial Talon Navy stood testament to the power of the Draconis. Now, their burnt hulls stand as an obituary to them.For two hundred thousand years, the opulence of the Imperial Palace stood testament to the Draconis stature. Now, it merely served as their final tombstone. The gates of the palace were ripped asunder, the walls torn apart by massive orbital bobmardment and by the power of Tyranny warmachines. The shields that covered the edifice were all but torn apart, the once proud ramparts reduced to rubble.

100 Dominatus Honor Guards, 10 Sovereign Executors and the Archon himself, supported by more Dominatus and by swarms of overseers pressed forwards.Rubble from the once proud city showed how mortal the eternal city was.Patriotic Draconis everywhere stood up in arms against the might of the Tyranny, their valor and their berserk rage standing staunch against the raw power of the Dominatus. However, even bravery and patriotism can only do so much in the face of sure defeat, and inch by inch, the death toll of Draconis built up. This is not to say that it stalled the Tyranny's advance in places, but soon enough, the valor of flesh gave way to the might of steel.

Marines, equipped with their particle weaponry took up defensive positions wherever they could, firing at the array of super soldiers arrayed against them. However, these shouts of defiance were met with the resounding crash of orbital bombardment and the fire of heavy war machines. Soon enough, the Dominatus, were at the gates of the Imperial Sanctum itself. Angrus Mortarius stood at the door, and sheathed his sword and took out his massive warhammer. He struck at the door multiple times, the durability of it enduring against even his mighty blows, but the cracks and dents began to show.

From inside, the last of the Draconis stood ready to make their last stand as the door grew even more fragile. Eventually, it flew open from the massive impact as Angrus, flanked only by the 10 sovereign executors entered. The palace's Dragon guard had regrouped to defend the palace. There still remained a large contingent who would give their lives for their paragon. The elite group of Dominatus, the very best of the Tyranny, the least of them an honor guard entered in a wedge, the least among them an honor guard.The overseers remained at the door as the group of Angrus pressed forwards.

Vicious fighting took place as the Dragon Guard were collectively possessed by a berserk rage.

Dragon Sergeant - Stand firm, for the paragon! Angrus - You will know oblivion fool!

The deployment of the Dominatus, something never seen in the history of their combat was the most powerful per person to date.

Sergeant - At least we die a warrior's death!

However, the Dragon Guard were possesed by a rage, an indignity, a feeling of loss of what they had worked so hard to accomplish. Valiantly, against all odds, outnumbered and outmatched, the Dragon Guard in a rage threw themselves against the They managed to strike down several honor guards, ripping apart biomass with pure rage and preventing regeneration. Eventually however, the last of the Dragon Guard, though stalling the advance relented to fate, and passed on. Fighting though the palace, the Archon had arrived at the alrge and ornately-carved doors of the throne room. A sea of blood and gore revealed the path he took.

On the other side, Uriel stood in the heart of a defensive formation of more Blood Dragons, joined by Davius. Angrus had two Sovereign Executors with thier massive hammers bash at the door while he took out his sword. He grinned at the thought of the carnage he would soon wreck. He waited in anticipation for the doors to part. The guards closer to Uriel readied their fusion rifles, some of them nervous; their imperium was shattered and now, they were the last remnants.

The only thing they could all do now, was weather the Archon's assault. The din of the hammers grew louder and louder as the door grew more and more dented. The savage might of the two Soveriengn Executors ripped apart the marvelous tapestries and architecture of the door. The wood-paneled metal doors were tough but even they began to buckle under the force. About to give way. Eventually, two simoultaenous hammer strikes broke it apart as Archon and his entourage entered.

Davius gave a nod and the assaulters were met with a barrage of plasma fire. The weathering fire bored through the shields and armor of the assaulting Sovereign Executors who made no attempt to dodge. The accurate fire, all focused on all Dominatus at once, were made in barrages that did so much damage that regeeneration was prevented.

Davius - Keep firing.

Eventually a sovereign executor fell, as did more honor guards, but the gap was closing. The dragons on the edge of the formation readied their melee weapons. The Dominatus made no attempt to teleport or use their long range weapons, merely advancing as an unstoppable tide. The Dominatus took out their massive swords, and engaged into a bloody melee with the Draconis. However, melee was not the word for this, it was a savage intertwining of blood and iron.

There was no cohesion in this monstrous slugfest as possesed by the desperation of madmen, the Blood Dragons gained abilities they had not thought possible. Uriel prepared his greatsword and took a deep breath. he was wearing his armour that had been polished for this day. Honor Guards and Blood Dragons fell, the berserk rage of the Blood Dragons multiplied by the severity of the situation and enough to take down even some Honor Guards.

Davius was personally taken on by Angrus, and in his last moments was seized in Angrus hand. Davius grunted as he struggled. There, he degenerated into a monstrous primeval state, and thrashed about, which Angrus had some trouble dealing with. However, for everyone in the palace to see, the Hand crushed Davius, the sickening crush of bone, audible to everyone.The pressure at it was done sprayed blood all across the room as resistance melted.The path was now clear to Uriel. Lifting his greatsword, he inhaled deeply for oen final stand. Angrus ordered the sovereign executors to stand apart, it was his battle. He took out the ceremonial Blade of the Archon, his profession's tool.

Angrus - And so it ends. Uriel *opening his wings" - If I am to die, I will do so in a way you shall remember.

The Archon however did not want to end this quickly, he wanted to crush each bit of Uriel's hope and honor, and to prostrate him before Medusa before killing him. Angrus took the blade out and parried Uriel, his aim to exhaust Uriel and disable him. His moves were made to sever nerves and to break bones, to literally break the former "King of Kings". Uriel parried and struck. he proved a difficult opponent to tire due to the enhancing effects of his throne and the conservative technique of Kali'Krusi.

Time passed on as Uriel saw 200,000 years of history before him, and it semed that eternities passed during their duel. However, where Uriel's technique failed was that it was designed to strike at the weak points of your enemy, how do you disable an enemy who's body has no dsicernable organs or nervous tissue?

Time progressed as Uriel grew more and more tired as ennui gripped him, however a mighty resolve possessed the man, and even Angrus started to gain a sense of admiration for his enemy. Time went on, and Uriel tired. Evnetually, even possessed by his impossible will, his sword was swatted out of his hand. Uriel staggered as he lost his own weapon. He glared through his helmet at his enemy. In a mighty display of force, in one stroke, the Dominauts severed each and everonye of Uriel's limbs, including his wings, while giving him a savage headbutt that cracked open the helmet.

Uriel lay on the floor, panting and coughing.

Uriel - ''Go on, kill me. Its why you are here isn't it?''

At that, Medusa Heimdall, the Administrator of the Andromedan Territories entered the room. Uriel saw her come in and his eyes widened.

'Medusa - Grovel to me for mercy, slave.

Dragged roughly was a mutilated Alessa, no longer recognizable.

Uriel*growling* - ''You are talking to the wrong... person...'' Alessa - F-f...father...? Uriel looked up, he could barely recognise Alessa but he knew it was her.

Uriel - ''What... what did you do to my daughter!'' Medusa - What I did to your empire, re-appropriated it to the Tyranny! Uriel - ''You... you all... shall rot in the void... for this.'' Alessa - Father, please! Uriel - ''I... will not... bow...to you...''

Immediately, a Dominatus attached her to a rather small torture implement. Alessa's face screwed up in fear. she stuggled out of being held. It was a device that attacked pain at it's most individual and base level, adaptable to any person.

Alessa - ''No, no please no.. you can't!'' Medusa - It is the decision of your father.

Uriel lowered his head.

Uriel - ''If i submit... what becoems of Alessa?'' Medusa - Something better than her fate assuming you do not submit. Medusa - If you keep on with such arrogance she will know what the essence of pain is.

Alessa's jaw trembled in fear. She shook her head, terrified. A Dominatus reached out to the dial controlling the device. Uriel looked up at her, a sad look in his eyes..

Uriel - Wait!

The Dominatus stopped.

Uriel - *mutters* forgive me... *normal tone* I do not care what happens to me. I..... *lowers his head to rest on the floor* I submit... Alessa - Father... Medusa - ''You dictate her fate ... you can kill her now or she will forever suffer by this device.''

Uriel's jaw dropped

Uriel - I...I...I can't do it!

he Dominatus finger etched ever closer to the device. The dial was turned up to the minimum setting as Alessa started screaming

Uriel *sobbing* - Why do you torment me like this! Medusa - ''For everything you did to spite my plans. Now you must pay for your sins.''

The dial was turned up even more, as a red button was presented to Uriel.

Uriel - ''Please... no more.''

The dial was turned up even more, the setting going to 3 out of 100. Alessa started spasming and bawling even more.

Uriel - ''I can't... kill... my own.. daughter!''

The setting was speedily turned up to 10 as Alessa started controting into unnatural shapes. Medusa - ''Then you damn her to an eternity of pain. This has life support.'' Uriel - '' Fine! May Drakon forgive me for this.... I will ender her torment! You all deserve to rot in the ddpest bowels of the void!''

Uriel inched over to the button and, with his lower jaw, he slammed it. Sobbing as he did so. Alessa let out a final shriek as her body exploded from pressure.

Medusa - ''I won't let you have the luxury of a swift death. Goodbye ... Paragon.''

At that, Medusa and the Dominatus left the Paragon alone to starve inside the throne room, covered in the blood of his own kin.

Uriel snarled and thrashed about.

Uriel - You will suffer for this one day!