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There were things that would make the minds of mere mortals snap – the chamber that the Astartes entered next, the chamber from which they believed at least that they had heard the voice, was one such chamber.

If a mad artist had been able to paint a butchers shop, a slave chamber, a torture chamber and a version of the Ancient Terran 'Hell' all in one then this would surely have been it; littered about the place were body parts (some still even alive) while onto the walls were grafted entire bodies and, perhaps feeling the change in resistance against their boots, if one of the Deathwatch should look down then they would see the entire carcasses of human and non-human corpses made into something of a floor covering as well.

Things twitched and moved in the gloom, others cried out for release in groans and slurping noises, but that was not all there was...and the Astartes were not alone.

With a keening screech of something not entirely of this plain of existence, something forged of the living and the dead, something that may once upon a time have been a Dark Eldar, lumbered forth from an open pen. It was swiftly followed by several of its towering companions, augmented and towering figures with faces covered by black iron masks, shuffling devils of war.

Three [url=http://warhammer40k.wikia.com/wiki/Dark_Eldar#Grotesques]Grotesques[/url] lurched forth in a mass of muscle and toxic blood. If there was one certainty here, it was that not every Marine would live to see another mission.