Captain-Inquisitor Lazaros breathed a sigh of relief, Garm’s Maw had finally sailed past the outer defence structures of the Sol System and transcended into warp space; no one had opposed the vessel since he escaped Terra with his prize.
The prize, the infant, null warded and sealed in the most heavily layered psychic defence cell. A machine now weaned the infant, Magos Biologis Vrettas an unlikely candidate with his synthmilk and not an exemplar of humanity. If only he hadn’t been forced to kill the wet nurse.. Raising this child, to replace the Emperor upon the golden throne, was something he considered far harder than actually kidnapping it. His accomplice in this matter still trapped on Terra, she would follow and he would need her help in the years to come: not only teaching it to harness and control its power but Lazaros knew he would be hounded to edges of the galaxy by loyal and dark forces alike.
But hope flowed through his ancient frame for in these end times Captain Inquisitor Lazaros knew he possessed the tool to save the Imperium and resurrect the God Emperor.
Text by PDH, Art: Wayne England 2012