"Nurgle, Slaneesh, Tzneetch, and Khorne! Dread fathers of the Empyrean, of man, of life, and truth! Hear your serva-"
The adlibbed ritual was interrupted by a blinding flash of Warp Energy. A veritable flood of chaotic, purple miasma swept the room, quickly followed by an unholy stench. A pillar of green smoke coalesced in the center, slowly revealing the bloated form of Bulbic.
Erebus was not amused, and though his exterior remained collected the rage beneath the surface was palpable.
"What is the meaning of this, Maggotmancer!? I gave you strict instructions!" He strode forward, malicious energy crackling at his finger tips.
"I'm aware, Dark Apostle! Things have changed, and quickly, ya know? See for yourself! This is an emergency!"
The green silhouette shot forward before Erebus had time to protest, crashing directly into the much larger man's chest. The psychic force sent him staggering back, but he remained upright. His eyes burning green as he was granted control of the sorcerer's physical form. His head swept from side to side, surveying the distant field of battle with a scowl. Whatever he was seeing was clearly vexing in the extreme.
"By Lorgar," he scowled, seemingly to himself. "You've really driven this situation into ruin, haven't you? Your failings will be rectified. Swiftly. But for now, yes. Yes. That will do adequately, and you may yet save your filth-bloated hide, Bulbic."
He raised his sacred staff once more, this time it errupting in blood-red fire.
"LORD OF HATRED, FATHER OF MURDER, PATRON OF BATTLE, KHORNE! I BESEECH YOU, BLOOD GOD! I ASK FOR YOUR AXES, YOUR GNASHING, MASHING REAVERS! I OFFER IN EXCHANGE THAT WHICH YOU VALUE MOST! BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD, SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE! CARRION OF THE WEAK!"
A wave of sheer power pulsed through the room, emminanting directly from Erebus. Unlike the previous it would hit any, and all like the stroke of a mighty axe. Any monks weak enough to lose their footing would be instantly eviscerated in a shower of gore, and viscera. The sign of Khorne's acquiescence.
The Son's of Cain would soon arrive.