Epilogue
#12 of Wh40k vs. Furries
Epilogue:
Yarl Erik stood at the large window of the hall and stared down at Fenris. The news of the last few days had been mixed. The battle in the Furia system seemed to be coming to an end. The resistance of the orcs seemed to be broken. The Astra Militarum had officially thanked for the help and was sure to manage the rest on its own. However, they were slightly displeased that it had been necessary to completely destroy an important bunker facility in the north of the central continent. However, the Astra Militarum had been promised to be helped with the reconstruction. The Ordo Maleus had thanked the Order in a roundabout way for helping to eradicate a chaos cult. They had expressed great confidence that this would turn out to be a positive thing during the next inspection.
Saddened, Erik looked down at the last message he carried in his hands. It was directly across the channel of the Russ' suspicions.
"All eight Wulfen killed. 3 in battle against the greenskins, may Russ show them mercy, 4 in battle against the forces of Chaos. Brother Ivar was lost to the arch enemy before his death. He asked for the Emperor's peace."
Erik's expression was petrified.
In all these years... it had to happen under him... of all people...
... Everything around him was red. Ivar stood up. He was in human form again. An axe weighed heavily in his hand. Before him stretched a sea of demons and heretics. His grin widened.
"Blood for the blood god..."
He whispered...
"Skulls for the Skull Throne..."
He shouted as he raised his axe and millions of demons joined in.
A throne of skulls and brass rose in the background.
"Welcome** home, ***my prince."*