jaghatai khan

• ters ve ne yapacağı kestirelemiyen adam . normal birşey konuşurken bir anda laf sokmaya başlar.
  
  deomon^* u elleriyle boğup kalbini sökmüşlüğü vardır .
  
  deomonun kalbini sökerkende şöyle haykırmıştır.
  
  ‘there is nowhere left to hide,’ the khan hissed, throttling the dregs of life out of the flailing daemon. ‘we know you now. we shall hunt you in every plane of reality. we shall cleanse the void, then we shall cleanse the warp.’
  
  anushya-rakshsasi spat its defiance, but the spittle was laced with ichor now, and its eyes had clouded. a shudder rippled through its ravaged frame, and the talons went limp. ‘so look on me now, yaksha,’ said the khan, ‘and know your slayer.’
  
  the daemon dragged up a final, strangled breath, gazing up at jaghatai with both loathing and horror. then the primarch released his grip and seized the daemon’s own sword from its slackening grip. taking its flaming hilt in both hands, he twisted round, pulled it back, then plunged it into manushya-rakshsasi’s chest. the daemon screamed, impaled on the burning blade. the khan hauled the sword back out, then thrust his gauntlet deep into the gaping wound.
  
  ‘for the emperor!’ he cried, ripping the daemon’s heart from between its ribs and brandishing it high above his head. ıchor as thick and dark as oil ran down his arm, steaming as it came. across the bridge, the white scars heard their master’s cry of triumph, as did the daemons, and all saw the keeper of secrets’ still-thudding heart held aloft. every warrior rose up then, fighting still, their blades plunging and their fists clenched hard. ‘for the khan!’ they roared.