#// vhiarn will not be forgotten :3

[warhammer-fantasy-muses]

Qhi'zhek feels his limbs gain strength again at long last as he manages to haul himself up to one knee, overlooking the battlefield, or what remains of it. Zhubon's Khornates had been reduced to ashes, and the Deathaxe Monolith was still standing as his plot had worked... just as planned, was what he wanted to think, but no. He shook that thought out of his head. He did not want to fall to the manic hubris his 'father' had succumbed to since his first perceivable thought. It was not planned... it was a desperate gamble, and it had paid off. But at what cost?

He'd slowly stand up to walk among the rest of the Khornate and Slaaneshi troops, seeing them aid each other to recuperate, before he'd walk before the shattered, smeared, and smoldering remnants of Vhiarn's body. He felt... odd. As if he was somehow responsible for her death. Guilt is not something he should be feeling. Vhiarn died on her own terms, out of her own desire. He should not feel guilty... he noticed the shattered axe-blade of Vhiarn's weapon not too far away, as he'd walk to pluck it up with one hand, inspecting the blade from all angles. He'd blink his eyes, and a chain would spawn out of the aether, wrapping itself around the stump of what remained of the axe-handle near the blade's base, tying tight and welding itself to it, before it'd wrap around Qhi's neck as a necklace.

A memento of her, that'd live on in her absence.

He'd then sigh, and as soon as all the other daemons were ready to move out, he commanded them firmly to do so, as what remained of his warhost would begin to return to Infernus, to report back to whoever was there.