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M41 ERA INDOMITUS
>On a nameless world, the Exorcists' Judiciar Domisor strikes down Lucius the Eternal. So encouraged by his mentor Liminas, after the battle Domisor scarcely wastes a heartbeat before, within his Chapter's hidden fastness on that lost world, he secludes himself for further training to join the Chaplaincy in full. His burning ambition quickly sputters. In his exercise rites, he feels the tug of unfamiliar muscle memory. He finds scars on his flesh, and he cannot recall where he earned them. And yet, despite his growing sense of impending doom, and his Judiciar's vow of silence, several times he catches himself almost proclaiming his martial excellence, seemingly to no one at all. Having lost faith in himself, Domisor takes up his blade to cut his doubts away, for the Chapter if not for his own salvation, but he glances the blade's mirror, and the grin in the mirror is not his own.
>Shortly the Exorcists' dungeons echo with the blaring of alarm klaxons, the clanging of brandished weapons, and the wails of tortured souls. Like a reaper's scythe Lucius deals swift death to all within. Last of all falls Liminas; the Chaplain, stunned at the sight of Domisor's screaming visage trapped in the Eternal's armour, is cut down with lackadaisical ease.