It was disorienting to be inside someone's head. Even more so to be inside a New head.
Even more even more so when that head was being whipped around in the midst of feral combat.
But Lullaby found themselves adjusting to being stuck behind the eyes of the Tyrant of Baddab fairly quickly.
Even if Sigismund's strikes legitimately hurt, they forced themselves to keep focused on the plan.
Namely continuing to play back seat driver and ensure Huron finally goes down from taking enough hits and having his auras drained away-
Suddenly they find themselves in a shifting hallway. Not, looking through the eyes and messing with the coordination of one Huron Blackheart.
"What?" Lullaby asks, looking around.
It looks like a ship corridor. Similar to descriptions and renditions your Astartes have given you of their battle cruisers. But with walls that pulse and change instead of being sleek and unyielding metal. The colors flex and elongate like animated wall paper but more...visceral, even though the most common color seems to be blue.
But...they're still in Huron's mind. Right?
They have to be, and they have to get back to the surface so they can finish this. Lullaby swallows their nerves and starts looking.
You shouldn't have come here...
The whisper is quiet and loud all at once. The doors of the Hallway open and close suddenly. Chomping like gaping hungry mouths. Lullaby ignores it and throws open what doors they can, peering into the others that gnash and slam. Glancing inside they see fuzzy memories that run like paint, space travel, raids, bloodshed, battlements, artillery fire, chaos alters.
A woman who looks like an older Mallory.
That door slams shut in their face the fastest.
"Is that what you're after!?" Lullaby accuses, and immediately tries to wrench the door back open. "Trying to replace your fling with the younger model? Damn I thought you were a bitch as it was but it turns out you're just a-"
The ground rumbles. Scratch that the entire hallway rumbles and Lullaby struggles to stay upright.
You know Nothing of what we had. And now....
The farther back hallway suddenly bursts like the hull of a ship being split by cannon fire. And the next portion explodes the same.
"Fuck off!" They reply back starting to run opposite to the destruction. But even the metal panels below their feet seem to rattle and burst and fall at random. "Shit!"
They jump and weave across the decaying scenery. They see a dark Dark void beneath them that seems pitch black and yet roils and bubbles like a tar pit.
A tar pit they realize with horror is full of shifting faces wailing in agony.
Lullaby continues running, seeing one last door at the end of the corridor. Bright blue with a similar light pouring beneath its frame.
Have to get out, have to get back to the surface everyone is counting on me! Everyone will die if I can't make Huron stop and take away the Khornate aura he's protecting on everyone-
They stop, despite the noise and the wails and the exploding bridge they stop.
"Why the fuck am I running?" And the turn back to face the encroaching destruction.
They close their eyes for a moment and envision their runic alphabet. The letters spawn from their fibers and flit around them like fireflies.
What do you think you're doing!? The voice snarls in anger.
Lullaby smiles, as the bursts get closer and Closer. They begin moving the runes into place with a twist of their fingers, spell circles weaving and spinning like gyroscopes as silvery sparks begin to fill the air around them, forming a geometric shield sphere.
Stop This! It will do you no good! Huron's inner voice screams as it attempts to swallow you in the blue black tar from below, and rain down crushing death from above.
The Silver shield now glowing around you doesn't even flicker in response.
This cannot be!? What ARE you!?
Lullaby smiles. "Just somebody who wants to show you a Magic Trick. I learned This one from a Dragon."
The silver energy being drawn into your shield makes it glow brighter and Brighter until.
DISCO BALL DRAGON BLAST!"
The silver energy bursts forth in a huge sparkling mirror ball explosion. Sending wave after wave of chaos melting energy through Huron's mind and body.
A few minutes earlier in the material world.
Sigismund trades blow after blow with both Huron and his minions but the Chaos warband leader seems no closer to dropping.
The Throne damn portal in the sky isn't helping matters!
"We cannot keep this up forever!" Tercelle shouts, downing another Red Corsair even if only for a moment. The new influx of warp energy had made all warp touched more resilient.
Even the newly rallied Scintus and Cato who's covering his open flank are having trouble keeping both Huron and the feral Chaos bastards they've summoned down.
"Speak for yourself Young Man." Darsas laughs, thoroughly enjoying sending his lovely bees into his enemies eyes and throats to sting them from the inside.
Hura grouses back. "Huron is one thing. But that portal could cause us Far more issues if something else gets through!"
Khopesh weaves around empowered combatants dropping them with his own claws and the help of his Snakelings. But even he is beginning to flag as exhaustion seeps in.
"Please Lullaby, whatever you're going to do we need it Now." He pleads, simultaneously haggard and also deeply worried for his human mate.
He takes one breath too long at just the wrong time.
"Too Slow WHORESON!" Huron snarls allowing his blade lock with Sigismund to break, actually taking a slash across the chest just to muscle past him and strike towards Khopesh.
The Nightlord glances to the side seeing death coming for him in the form of Huron bathed in red of his chaos aura.
"NO!" Keme shouts. He and Hebe scramble above to change their aim directly to Huron but it's too late.
Khopesh looks...up at Huron, who had suddenly stopped moving mid charge.
His blade is still outstretched, his body poised for bloodshed but he's...still.
Well mostly still, there's a slowly growing tremor all over his body until-
"Wh-Wh-Ah-ahAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGH!"
Silver light takes over Huron's eyes and crackles of it lance over his skin as a psychic scream rips from his mouth without his command.
"Get Down!" Khopesh snarls at their Death Guards, putting himself between the wave of flesh melting magic and them with what strength he has left.
The Blackheart falls to his knees as the storm of Negentropy continues flowing out his eyes and mouth. Bursts and zaps lance from Chaos Marine to Chaos Marine like a chain.
But Only those who had been strengthened by Huron's aura are hit and fall like sacks of bricks to the broken earth.
The others watch in horror and Awe at the sight as all their former foes simply...drop, like flies.
Slowly, the silver light gutters out, leaving Huron Blackheart, Tyrant, Scourge, Warband leader...
To fall over sideways in a heap, his body limp and bleeding from his closed eyes and gaping mouth.
...and many other places now that the power of Khorne isn't refreshing his blood supplies.
Khopesh blinks, the slowly, madly, besottedly grins. "That's my Love Song."
Back in the secure location
Olly frantically calls for an apothecary and carefully adjusts Lullaby's limp body.
But despite the bleeding eyes and mouth, there is a very Very faint smile.
"Eat that...you Fuckin...Asschoke." They breathe, holding onto Olly's hand and continuing to give their Very disconcerting smile.
Until they promptly pass out into a dead deep sleep.
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