Simon Monforte, The Black Prince and last Deathbringer, removed his pearl white helm revealing his pale face to the Inquisitor. “I have been awokened from my peaceful slumber in stasis to address your wrongful position. You should be aware that I am originally a Celestial Lion." His golden eyes grew dark as a maelstrom and a frown broke across his ever serene face. Simon drew a glimmering blade from his scabbard. “This is the Cathar Blade. I have slain a whole host of Inquisitors with its ephemarl edge. I pity you but your ignorance must end now forever more."
There came a sudden whine as the fractal edge serrated the spacial area opening a frozen Warp rift. The Inquisitor felt the sudden coldness as his bladder voided wetting his silk trunks.
“Your quantum knitted kineshield is rendered useless versus the vacuum you feel sucking at your skin. Atom by atom you will be rendered into the abyss. Your grave will be salted to prevent rebirth into this realm. You shall soon be a creature of what you say you fought.
“So mote it be.�