Astartes Chapter
Soul Drinkers
The Fallen Sons of Dorn · Bearers of the Soulspear · Heretics Who Believed Themselves Pure
RENEGADE · EXCOMMUNICATE TRAITORIS
A Gift From the Praetorian
The Soul Drinkers were long held to be a Second Founding successor of the Imperial Fists, raised from the gene-seed of Rogal Dorn after the Horus Heresy. As a token of that lineage the Chapter believed itself entrusted with the Soulspear, a revered relic said to have been gifted by Dorn himself, a weapon that unsheathed twin blades of vortex-energy able to cut through anything in creation. For ten thousand years the Soul Drinkers fought as a proud fleet-based Chapter, owning no homeworld, carrying their identity and their relics through the void. Their guiding philosophy was the Catechisms Martial, a martial-spiritual doctrine penned in antiquity by the venerated Soul Drinker philosopher-soldier Daenyathos.
The Spark at Quixian Obscura
Their fall began over a relic. A Soul Drinkers detachment under Commander Caeon fought alongside the Astra Militarum against the Eldar on Quixian Obscura, and in the void above it Caeon was slain assaulting the Van Skorvold starfort. When the Chapter sought to reclaim the Soulspear, the Adeptus Mechanicus and the Inquisition denied them, and the Soul Drinkers' simmering pride boiled into open defiance of the Imperium they had served. The Librarian Sarpedon, his body warping into a monstrous form of eight arachnid legs, slew the obstinate Chapter Master Gorgoleon in an honour-duel for the soul of the Chapter, and the Soul Drinkers turned their guns upon the servants of the Throne to seize what they believed was rightfully theirs.
The Soulspear's Lie
The relic they prized above all was their damnation. The Soulspear was no gift of Dorn but a vessel of Chaos, and in reclaiming it the Soul Drinkers exposed themselves to the corruption seeded within. As mutation spread through the Chapter and the warp's mark settled upon them, they came at last to understand they had been deceived, manipulated across centuries by powers they had never suspected. Sarpedon, now their leader, refused to surrender his warriors wholly to Chaos; he held them in a desperate middle ground, neither loyal Astartes nor willing servants of the Ruinous Powers, mutants and renegades clinging to a battered conviction that they remained, in their own eyes, pure. The Imperium saw only heretics, and declared them Excommunicate Traitoris.
Betrayed by Daenyathos
The deepest treachery lay within their own scripture. Brought to trial aboard the Phalanx, the colossal fortress-monastery of their Imperial Fists progenitors, Sarpedon learned two shattering truths: that the venerable Daenyathos, author of the Catechisms Martial, yet lived, interred for millennia in the body of a Dreadnought, and that the Catechisms themselves had been crafted to seed subconscious Chaos corruption through the Chapter across the long centuries. He learned too that the Soul Drinkers had never truly been the genetic sons of Rogal Dorn at all. Daenyathos sprang his final design, tearing open a warp-gate aboard the Phalanx to summon the Daemon Prince Abraxes, and Sarpedon was forced to fight the very philosopher whose words had shaped his every belief.
Anti-Heroes of a Hostile Galaxy
The Soul Drinkers became one of the great tragedies of the Adeptus Astartes: warriors who fell not from ambition or worship of dark gods but from pride, deception and the betrayal of their own founding myths. Under Sarpedon they fought a doomed war on two fronts, hunted relentlessly by the Imperium as traitors while refusing to be claimed by Chaos as its own. They styled themselves liberators where they could, striking at corrupt Imperial authorities and Chaos forces alike, a renegade brotherhood that still believed, against all the evidence of their warped flesh, that they served a higher justice than the Throne had shown them. Few enemies of the Imperium have been so sympathetic, or so utterly damned.
The Long Hunt
Across the closing 41st Millennium the Soul Drinkers were pursued without mercy, their numbers grinding down as the agents of the Inquisition tracked them from warzone to warzone. Sarpedon's leadership held the dwindling Chapter together through battle after battle, the spider-limbed renegade Lord become the symbol of their tragic defiance. Whether liberating oppressed worlds, fighting daemons that no loyalist force had reached, or simply surviving another season ahead of their hunters, the Soul Drinkers persisted as exiles in a galaxy that had condemned them. Theirs is the chronicle, set down in the dark histories, of a Chapter that lost everything it believed itself to be and fought on regardless, neither redeemed nor wholly lost.
See also
Sources
- Lexicanum: Soul Drinkers
- Lexicanum: Sarpedon
- Black Library — The Soul Drinkers novels by Ben Counter
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