+++Quotes from the Inquisitors+++Some may question your right to destroy ten billion
people. Those who understand realise that you have no right to let them live! Of creations most foul I beheld the Lord of All and
knew that I was dead. Aye Captain - Faith is the strongest weapon in your
armoury now. Strike fast and suddenly. Attack without warning.
Secure victory before the foe is aware of his danger. Remember always, a war is easily won
if your enemy does not know he is fighting. Against the Great Enemy the Eldar have no hope of
victory. They hang on to existence, yet their grip upon the universe is slipping, their
hold becomes more precarious with every passing year. You are not free whose liberty is won by the rigour
of other, more righteous souls. Your are merely protected. Your freedom is parasitic, you
suck the honourable man dry and offer nothing in return. You who have enjoyed freedom, who
have done nothing to earn it, your time has come. This time you will stand alone and fight
for yourselves. Now you will pay for your freedom in the currency of honest toil and human
blood. Though I have seen within the Black Library and
spoken to its most terrible guardian, I can never reveal what happened there; not to any
man nor even the Emperor himself for I am so forsworn to powers beyond your knowledge. I
can only say that a time of inconveivable horror is about to begin. A time when mankind
will all the might of the Imperium cannot endure when the strength of the Eldar fails.
Even now, our doom stalks us across the stars. There is a terrible darkness decending upon the
galaxy, and we shall not see it ended in our lifetimes. They have only one purpose and there is nothing they
will not do to accomplish this, no matter how vile or loathsome it might be. These
abominations mean to destroy everything proud and noble, everything we hold dear and have
fought so long to achieve. The more I learn about these aliens, the more I come
to understand what drives them, the more I hate them. I hate them for what they are and
for what they may one day become. I hate them not because they hate us but because they
are incapable of good, honest, human hatred. Heresy is like a tree, its roots lie in the darkness
whilst its leaves wave in the sum and to those who suspect nought it has an attractive and
pleasing appearance. Truly, you can prune away its branches, or even cut the tree to the
ground, but it will grow up again ever the stronger and ever more comely. Yet all awhile
the root grows thick and black, gnawing at the bitter soil, drawing its nourishment from
the darkness, and growing even greater and more deeply entreched. Now the past must unveal one of its darkest secrets,
the story of the Plague of Unbelief and its most heinous vector Bucharis the Apostate
Cardial of Gathalamor. Never has the Imperium endured such as crisis of faith, not since
the dark days of the Horus Heresy itself.
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