Be'lakor had been defeated, once again.
This time, nothing remained of the Original Daemon Prince's body. Aaron had utterly pulverized his mountainous, muscular frame. With the power of his true name, Aaron had destroyed everything Be'lakor possessed-his pride and his flesh.
Fragments of Be'lakor's flesh and blood drifted through the air. Crystallized remnants of the Original Daemon Prince's shattered body showered Aaron's head and shoulders like black snow. Aaron planted the Sword of the Dark Moon in the ground and listened to the sounds of the Original Daemon Prince breaking apart.
Boom... boom...
Where Be'lakor had vanished, a crown set with four gemstones appeared. Bright silver throughout, it took the shape of a Chaos Star, with the holy symbols of the Chaos Gods facing the four directions. The crown was set with sixty-six amethysts, seventy-seven emeralds, eighty-eight rubies, and ninety-nine sapphires, along with 1,288 tiny diamonds and one godstone, the largest gem of all.
Yes, a godstone.
Aaron picked up Be'lakor's crown and narrowed his eyes, studying the sky-blue godstone.
Just as he had suspected, Be'lakor, a Quasi-Deity, had successfully killed a true god.
Who exactly had that god been? What race had they belonged to? What had they done, and why had Be'lakor killed them? Perhaps only Be'lakor himself knew.
The only thing Aaron could establish was that Be'lakor really had slain a deity.
Be'lakor had certainly lived for more than a hundred centuries. He had understated his age.
From the Emperor's words and the forbidden knowledge Aaron had once acquired, he knew that around the 30k era, both humanity and the Aeldari had enjoyed periods of glory. The Aeldari had been the first to become the galaxy's dominant race. After a brief period of splendor, the Aeldari Empire had entered a true age of distribution according to need.