Chapter 6: No Base is truly safe

3rd Person POV:

A week after the speech of the night haunter we can find the whole hive not under the control of konrad is in utter chaos as every underling of all known crime lords and nobility are now trying to secure power that remains as the city fall into complete pandemonium and all the criminals can feel is a soul chilling fear that they are next to be put under the knife to forever be Unrecognizable in death.

Fifteen hours after the speech:

Complete urban warfare has taken the borders of the north and eastern slums with barricades blocking many road with both gangs and judges mixed with a militia of residents armed with semiautomatic autoguns being mass produced in the arms factories of the north and each man armored with simple admantine plated vests to guard their internals made in the factories of the east. The fighting has slowed to a crawl with neither side able to make large gains of land. This was the norm until the gangs started to deploy lightly armored vehicles and small groups of cqc fighters with light power armor making deep dents in the Frontline forcing the judges to get involved directly with their own superior weapons being a shotgun firing admantine slugs able to Penetrate a foot of ferrocrete.

Due to the judges being forced to intervine personly, they were unable to help the militia make any progress.

"Frag!!!"

"Take cover," shouted a judge using his helmet visor to spot a highlighted explosive flying into his trench.

BOOOM!!!

With a loud explosion, two militia men are thrown out of the trench or at least what's left of them.

"This is judge Troy, I am requesting back up to sector 503. I repeat requesting back up, " the judge demanded into his helmet mic only to be met with static before the interference cleared

"Roger that Judge Trent. sending five squads of militia men your way, " spoke the operator on the other side.

"It's Troy asshole"( Frak it all, I hate this area. There is too much radio interference).

Troy grumbled as he resumed opening fire with his shotgun into the rushing group of power armored gangsters blowing a fist size hole in one's chest before removing another's head.

HQ Ghoul:

In a dark room, we find a young woman glancing over a document of Intel.

"So it is the nobility that is supplying these criminal filth with such fire power, I must get this list to the night haunter for we are his shadow for what can mortals hide from the darkness that lurkes everywhere"

Spoke the woman before she slipped into a shadow disappearing from view and from the building itself later appearing outside the room of her leader and in all but blood father. Inside the room is Konrad looking over a bench that has a pair of gauntlets with sharp fingers and what appears to be blades mounted on top of the gauntlets.

"Sir, I have important Intel on the war front and a list of confirmed suppliers of the gangs."

"How many times have I said you don't have to be so formal with me? My little judge, "

Responded, konrad turning from his work to pat the girl on the head.

Grabing the file, konrad flips through it before a stormy look over takes his usually grim face with his lip lifting in a snarl, showing his sharpened teeth.

"So many of my little judges and innocents have died in such a short time, I believe it's time I personally show the top brass of the criminals what it means to be afraid."

Snarled konrad as he picked up his power gauntlets and equipped some self-made armor and a blood red cloak before sinking into a shadow, disappearing from the room.

Konrad's POV:

Using a recently developed psker power to merge with a shadow to quickly move to another location as long as it's dark. A regular human could never use this power like I can being while doing it. The subject can't breathe. At most, they could travel a few feet before they start to suffocate. This has proven to be the main power I have taught the miniscule amount of child pskers I've found. With this small group of psykers, I have made my shadow a group of spies/assasins. I plan for them to be one of my greatest secret to be kept from the likes of malcador and my more paranoid brother, the lion.

(I wonder which group I should target first? I know I'll start from the gang leaders and then move on up the chain of command.)

With that thought, a cruel smile forms on my face as I emerge from the darkness outside the enemy HQ on the eastern front. I begin to stalk down the halls, silently killing every person in may way with brutal efficiency, usually leaving them in more than one piece painting the halls red with their blood.

(They think their safe away from the fighting, well I'm going to show them the error of that way of thinking.)

I finally aproach the war room as I can hear the criminals on the otherside trying to get a message out that the night haunter is upon them, so I let them get the call out as I lightly drag my clawed gauntlet against the wall creating a low pitch wine as the metal walls are cut through like paper. I can hear them begin to panic even more as I hear the leader demand everyone to block the door and prepare to die like men.

( so this one believes himself ready for me. what a joke)

I make it to the metal door at the end of the hall and begin tapping on it until I hear that the call went out and when it did I kick the door off its hinges smashing into the center light source breaking it bathing the room in total darkness. Them the screams began with the only light being from gunfire in the room giving a second of visibility only to find their numbers dropping with each flash until all that remained was total silence.

Konrad would then move on to the next HQ and repeating the process all around the slums and factories under enemy control leaving guards bodies hanging from ceilings on meat hooks and the leaders of each place mutilated but slowly dying with radios still active with cries of pain going out on every enemy frequency causing chaos and widespread fear among the enemy lines all knowing that the night haunter could be quicker but he is taking his time.

This would continue till all that was left of the high spires that the nobility occupy , but they fell to konrads' hands all the same, leaving the governors tower for last.

With every base and spire fallen, konrad perfects his trade of sowing terror amongst the enemy. With every kill, he gets more precise, causing the most painful deaths for those in his way. With every leader or noble tortured, he perfects his way of torture, finding many uses for his tools once only thought of being used in one way is now in the hundreds.

Konrad stands outside the elevator, leading the governors tower with all the guards around it dead or dying when a speaker comes to life below a camera aimed at konrad.

" Leave this place monster for you are bit one man" demands the voice of the governor

"You feel fear. you can't hide that from me. This is your end. Accept your punishment for being the filth that you are" Responded konrad

"I have an army to defend me. You will die before ever fully scalling my tower, for you are lower than the peasants I rule over, and you are nothing but a monster to be put down" shot back the governor fully believing in the safety of his walls.

"I will be with you soon to cast judgment on you," stated konrad before moving into the tower.

Governor POV:

That monster believes himself better than I. how foolish of him, every hall of my tower is a kill zone of power armored guards with turrets set to mince anything in its way. I begin to lean back in my chair, believing the monster to be dead already or soon to be. My peace is broke by screams of panic over the radio.

"The monster is upon us! I don't know how he got past the turrets, but he's here, we need back up now! Quick gather the heavy auto gu...AAAAAHHHHH....."

"HES ON THE 10TH FLOOR PREPARE TO FIRE QUCKLY BOYS GIVE IT ALL YOU...AHHHHHH"

"BY ALL THAT IS GOOD HES ALREADY ON 20TH FLOOR, SIR HELP US PLEASE SEND REINFORCENTS BEFORE HE GETS FURTH.....GAHHHHH"

Stunned by the sounds of my men being butchered continued for hours as I listened to their screams as the monster rapidly moved up my tower until I began to hear gunfire two floors down.

I order a five man group each Armour in the best armor money could buy, with each weapon could be considered a relic of the dark age ranging from a railgun to a plasma flamethrower each no longer able to be replicated. I have them each face the door with weapons raised as the gunfire in the hall trickles to silence.

The tension is broken when something comes through the door as it's shot, stabbed, and burned by my guards when they eventually stopped assaulting the corpse revealing that it was a guards corpse that looks to have had its skin ripped from its body only visible in the places my guards have missed.

"Quick you fools close the door" I screamed

But it was too late as I look away from the corpse to find my Guarda dead each with their head removed from their shoulders. As I feel a shadow loom over me as I slowly turn my head to find a blood cover face framed with pitch black hair with cold black eyes staring into my very soul as the monster smiles revealing his shaperend teeth glinting in the dim light of my office. As I feel myself soil my breeches all I can think to do is beg for my life.

"Please spare me" I beg

"No"

"I'll pay you, you can even have the hive you'll never see me again just please don't kill me!" I begged again

"No you will pay for your crimes and I find you unable to ever repent for you sins against the innocent for they number many times the population of this very hive" the monster states as I feel my spine freeze as it sets in that I will die today

What I didn't know was that I would not receive such mercy and for day I felt excruciating pain at the hand of the night haunter.

3rd Person POV

for a week the populace of nostramo quintis listened to the governor be tortured to death. In the office the wails of pain from the governor could be heard as he hanged out his window with his skin flayed and his ribs broken to spread out like a pair of wings while many small hook pin his flesh to the wall as his wails are broadcasted. And painted on the tower in the blood of the guards just above where the governor hangs is the words [there is no sanctuary for the wicked].

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Author here

thank you for continuing to read this story. And if your curious about the governors punishment it's something called a blood eagle, ofcource i scaled it up somewhat to fit the grim dark theme.

I think I'll make it a thing to make reference to ancient tortures of history so if you find it to your liking I'll put it to a vote to continue these historical references

vote here:

yes for history

nah there is no need