The Kallatar Revelation


Witch Hunter.

I am Kallatar.

A monstrous threat rises in the warp; it awoke at Xolomon’s death and did not end with Skvorax.

I cannot defeat it alone.

We must meet. 



Some months following the Kallatar Revelation…

Witch Hunter Tessene and Assassin-Inquisitor Imadeus chase rumours and false-sightings of the rogue trader vessel Winter Storm for almost a year until the transcript – sealed by Kallatar’s Inquisitorial rosette – finds them first.

Tessene decides to answer the Revelation.

Thus, in a crumbling cathedral to some forgotten god built eons past on a dead world orbiting a brown dwarf star, the Witch Hunter stands facing her prey. 


The woman who might once have been Kallatar wears a pale cloak with a deep furred hood, her face hidden in shadows; the cloak drapes over baroque bronze armour stained with verdigris. Her right arm could be armoured or mechanical; it is hard to fathom in the dim light. The hilt of the cursed weapon Hellbringer rises proud from her left hip.

Warp-taint oozes off her like the scent of rot.

“Emperor’s Blood, Kallatar; what have you done?” says Tessene.

“Focus not on my fate but my warning,” the once-Inquisitor whispers harshly. “He must be stopped, and only together can we succeed.”

“This ‘monstrous threat’ you speak of?”

“An ancient evil, the Dead God Sleeping. He will awake fully and rise after His slumber of twenty thousand years. Skvorax was his Priestess, his Herald; from her I have gleaned the time and the place of His arrival, but from yourself and others I need the power to end Him.”

Tessene is disquieted by the reverence in the once-Inquisitor’s voice.

“Did you slay Skovrax only to take her place, Kallatar? Are you now it’s Herald?”

“Focus!” she demands. “If it makes you feel like you are in control then call me Kallavax; but you must hear me!”

Tessene nods sadly, suspicions confirmed; there is only one more thing she wants to know. “What of Illyria Winter?”

Kallavax sighs. 

“She played the role I designed for her, an escape plan a century in the making, a vessel for my essence; against her will I add, and for that she will hate me until we both perish. Now – hear me!” And now her whispers rises. “Only when He has risen into our plane will He be vulnerable, and then only briefly; you must choose to trust me until then, and you can choose slay me when it is done.”

“No,” says Tessene, shaking her waterfall hair. “We choose to slay you now.”


The Witch Hunter’s sword comes out fast, but she is the decoy, the feint; the real attack comes from above and behind Kallavax, as Assassin-Inquisitor Imadeus – until now hidden by the combined psychic power of herself and Tessene – descends with her consecrated Relic Blade to purge this dark Inquisitor.

“Fools,” murmurs Kallavax.

She doesn’t even bother to move, she merely becomes insubstantial as shadow and the sword named Thirst for the Blood of the Falling passes through her without harm; sparks shower as it strikes the ancient stone floor. 

Bewildered, Tessene and Imadeus face each other, their powers and swords useless as between them as Kallavax continues to fade. The Witch Hunter and the Assassin-Inquisitor have faced a hundred daemonic entities and known no fear; today that changed.

“Chase me then,” says the echo of Kallavax. “Chase me to the time and the place of His arrival; hunt me, slay me if you can, but He must be slain as well, or we are all undone.”

“Kallavax!” Tessene must salvage what she can of this encounter. “What is its true name?”

The once-Inquisitor’s voice drifts in the cold air as her ghost-wisp shadow fades.

“He is the Sleeping God, the God of Writhing Things, Priest of the Old Ones, more ancient than the Universe, more dreadful and powerful than any Chaos thing the servants of the Emperor have ever faced…”

And she is gone.

3 thoughts on “The Kallatar Revelation

    1. Yay – someone reads my stuff!!! haha, thank you KS. Yes, new things are coming, the Night Witches are a change of pace, direction and even style somewhat – on a bit of a pause currently as I’m deployed away from my desk – but hopefully a strong return in a few months!


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