His tolerance with the situation at hand had lasted several moments too many. And with the rising tide of hostiles, the Nephilim Lord felt no need to tolerate the onslaught any further. The massive maw in the ground rumbled first, then erupted in a full blown explosion, disgorging blasphemous energies so tainted their appearance borderlined on appearing more fleshly than energy – resonant in the cacophonous shrieks of Danyael's nightmarish hosts of the Gerasene.
Unending in its rise, the beastly energies raged and howled defiantly before gyrating into an anarchic whirlwind, extending countless, blackened tendrils that shredded up the battlefield in all directions. At its center, in some repulsive reenactment of the miracle of birth, hatched the form of Danyael, eyes now ablaze with a wrathful battle-lust. And with a scream echoing only power in place of a voice, he surged forward, cleaving up chunks of earth and chaos marine alike – all on a straight ahead path to the Chaos sorcerers. Unsheathing both the Yamato and a lance of warp-like energies, he was suddenly jerked from his position of power by an outside force all too familiar, yanking him into the void of the warp with the rest of the companions.
While this was familiar, that didn't make it safe. Whipping about in the storms of the warp, all senses, physical and beyond instantly went into survival mode as he searched for his friends amid the ethereal anarchy, looking for and finding two of the many: Kith and Kari. He reaches, not with hands but with his will for Kith first, then for Kari, his very essence (dare say, his soul) lunges for those he kept in his charge.
Wave after wave after relentless wave, tore the threads of his grip further and further away from his friend and even further from the elemental. And then the final throes lurched his grip into the void as he spun, body and soul, uncontrollably through the living hell he'd long desired to never revisit for the rest of his undying days. For the first time ever, he screamed after his friend and the elemental, sanity suddenly breaking all bonds as the memory of losing so many finally surfaced. First, Sera and Kawanua. Then Mary. And Yue. And now Kith and Kari. He had lost so much. Too much. And with the feral potency of the warp, the feeling of it was raised exponentially on too many levels. And finally, he screamed with the full force of his voice “I will find you!” unknown, uncaring, whether or not those dear to him would hear him. Kith. Mary. Kari. Soul, even.
Another wave crashed against him, followed by another and another, pulling away at his consciousness until it all went black and he tumbled mindlessly through the deluge. And then he hit solid ground. Hard. Clattering across two pews, he lay there lost in unconsciousness, newly oblivious as to how he got there.
Bereft of his senses, he slowly lifted himself up, his back and joints cracking and popping away the strain in the process. If anyone could catch the names of the cunts that coldcocked him this fucking hard, he'd have paid them with a planet. He heard voices; all familiar, but none happy. He felt four, no five, presences within reach. Then he felt more, only for the numbers to dwindle back down to one: the companion whose name he did not yet know. Narrowed, weary eyes looked to see the seraphim, then to the elementals, one of whom he was particularly familiar with. Mary? How the hell did she– he didn't care. She was here. Somehow she was here. But she was different. Then again, so was he. Thoughts went back to when they first parted, and thus resulting in his first time being lost in the warp. Past, present and future selves. Past, present and future horrors. Multiple miracles. Multiple nightmares. The memory of Mary was his only guiding light. And now. She was here. His eyes watched the radiance of her power gleam about her – a coruscating halo effect almost. He longed to say something. Anything. But what worth was that now? What use was a voice to him now? Still... he'd longed for her for so long. Still longs for her.
Silently, he lifted himself to his feet. He took a few steps, thought better of it and sat back down, his head hung low. It wasn't physical fatigue that haunted him – never a freak like him. It was once again the feeling of being lost in the warp, only to end up somewhere else. Another unfamiliar ceiling. It was hell, relived, all over again. Sepher wasn't the only one on edge, it seemed. Setting his feelings aside, he took stock of the room, his 'eyes' looking over the trailing residues of energies coating the room as Jharm's gift of healing assisted this new companion, though he felt another surge of energy from him, only to be repressed by him once again. In some ways, this man reminded Danyael of a younger version of himself. And thus, whatever struggle he was going through, Danyael respected it.
When hearing Sepher's inquiry to Jharm, he lifted his head to offer a possible answer - or at least a guess. "Four statues. Looks familiar." Upon examining the depictions, he saw... ew. Seriously. Ew. Gods that statue was a fatty. What was it supposed to be? Was that really...? The bloated form, sickly in form. The putrid appearance and leathery skin. And that eerily carved feature of what could be a jovial grin along its pestilent visage. He'd seen this image before during his time in the warp - heard what might have been its name only once. Nurgle. It sounded bitter, sick, to repeat on the tongue; and so he didn't speak it.
Though a foreigner in this universe, he was privy to a great many things during his first exile in the warp. "A place of worship, perhaps, to the Ruinous Powers. Considering we were just thrown through another--..." he stopped himself, mentally shivering at remembering it all over again, then shook it off just as quickly as it came, "From what little I've been told..." he thought on his words, unsure as to how he could reference his information aside from telling of his time lost in the warp in this universe, "The Dark Gods are in constant rivalry with one another; something referred to as the 'Great Game'. Only one god may achieve total domination. And considering the very element they're affiliated with" referencing Chaos all in itself, "such power cannot be shared." he got the the point quickly, "Considering that the Ruinous Powers were never recalled to get along with one another, we see all four here in the same room. Either we're still in the Eye, or we're somewhere a lot worse. That'd be my guess. Opinions?"
It was the most he'd spoken since his return. More than he'd care to partake in. Then again, however, he could always be wrong.
