Editing Order of the Obsidian Mirror (section)

===Think On Your Sins===
Subcommander Tybalt adjusted his lapel pin one final time before stepping out onto the podium. As much as he was concerned for Baltae’s health, Lord Baltae, despite being the popular figure head of the faith, was less the people person. Tybalt, on the other hand, relished the crowd. He looked out at the masses, and up at the monument of faith, newly completed behind him. He felt a surge of joy at the thought of his eternal master and the majesty of the holy one.

“My friends, Mordrii, brethren. Today we have completed a great step in securing the domain of he who lords over all. Today we have taken another step in our crusade.
What is behind me is not simply the largest icon of faith ever constructed in our system, but also the a key component of the planetary defense grid. With it, we are now safe from Imperial reprisal. Our Lord Khorne watches over us from his skull throne.

Death to the False Emperor!
Blood for the bloo...”

The cry died on his lips as the blood drained from his face.
The voxes set up in the square before the icon of the bloody one began an earsplitting shriek. The screens behind him went static.
Frantically Tybalt made motions to cut the feed, but it was too late.

On the screens appeared the aquilla, the shrieks of the voxes resolved into a baritone “Think on your sins”.

Silence.

The feeds turned to shots of the icon from the air, though Tybalt could see no aircraft in the area.
“Think on your sins,” resounded a second time, before a bell tolled.

There was a horrendous explosion behind Tybalt, who turned to see the icon’s floors beginning to collapse upon themselves.

The next few hours were a fiasco. The broadcast had been seen worldwide. Resistance movements were suddenly again active in regions thought pacified. Or perhaps they had been, he thought, remembering the piles of heads he’d had made. The fear of death had quelled the partisans, but now they seemed to wish it. They threw themselves at the military, as if to exhaust bullets with bodies.
Reports were coming in that regional commanders were going missing or being found headless, the sign of the aquilla carved into their bodies.
As a result, it was with great gladness that Tybalt got into bed, a respite for a few hours. The reprisals would gladden the blood god.
It was then that he noticed a lump on the bed. He squinted at it.
Baltae’s lifeless eyes stared up at him.

“Think on your sins.”