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As his right wrist was snapped the titan stumbled backward in fear of the powerful rogue warlock, his hand cannon raised in defence. He quickly rolled to the side as he released a flash bang grenade, in an attempt to buy him some time to escape but the warlcok blinked over him and landed directly in front of him; leaving him with no where to run. The warlock quickly knocked the gun out of his victim's right hand as his off hand grasped around the titans neck, the guardian gazed in horror as his body was lifted up from the ground by the rogue.

"Don't," he barely muttered struggling to breath. Before he could finish the warlock tightened his grip around his throat cutting off his airways, and snapping his neck; his body went limp and fell to the ground with a loud crash against the jungle floor. From his corpse emerged a ghost but before it could hover away the Dark One's past self simply grabbed it, he swiftly drained it of its light and laughed maniacally at his triumph over his guardian counterpart.

"Fool!" he exclaimed as he looked up at the sky, "Did you really think you could stop me!"

Meanwhile, the hunter stuggeled to stop the calibration of the array and was running out of time but then an idea struck her; she would have to destroy the array itself. So much for the mission she thought to herself. She rushed over to the targeting dish and placed several ecplosive charges around the base of the machine, suddenly she heard the dreadful sound of footsteps behind her as she prepared the last of the charges.

"Step away from the bomb," the warlock said with two hand cannons raised toward the hunter, "Drop the detonator." As he finished, a large metal blast door opened up to reveal a large orbital defence WARSAT; fully loaded with a heavy payload of warheads, it appeared untouched for centuries with a distinctive coating a rust around its hull.

"Never," she prostested as she threw the detonator over his head, only to catch it as she blinked over him sticking the landing. Before he could react she pressed the detonator, what followed was a massive eruption of shrapnel and fire. Shrapnel swirled around the two scraping against their armor, followed by a large plume of fire that engulfed both of them. With a loud screeching noise the array tipped over and collapsed onto the WARSAT, burying it under several meters of thick metal scrap; now it would impossible for the rogue to claim it.

A large cloud of dust formed around the warlock imparing his vision of what was occuring around him, unabling him to see what became of the array or the hunter. When the dust had began to clear it became apparent to him that his plan had failed and the weapon had been destroyed. But, another revealation was made as he approched the corpse of the hunter; a large piece of shrapnel had struck through her abdomen during the blast sticking her to a tree. She obviously had died on impact, quickly and painlessly.

But, something was wrong he didn't sense any signs of the traveler's light anywhere not even on himself. Suddenly, a voice echoed inside of his skull telling him that he had done well and should be proud.

"Who are you?" the warlock questioned out loud, as a cloud of dread and madness overcame him.

"I am the destroyer and true power in this universe," the voice responded, "You have done well as I have predicted and you will now do as I say once more."

"I don't understand," the Dark one responded, "I serve no one, not even the traveler."

"A pity you failed to destroy that false idol," the voice replied, "Ahh well you will make up your failure with a lifetime a service under my will."

"What do you mean?" the warlock cried out in vain, "Who are you?"

But, his question would go unanswered as his body was wrapped in a blanket of pain and madness. He collapsed to the ground and screamed as unimaginable pain surrounded his body, he began to clench his fists and grit his teeth as a wave a darkness overcame him; there would be no room for light any longer. As the torture continued screams became laughter, and light became dark as the rogue warlock was corrupted into the Darkbringer.

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As the freighter struck the surface of Ceres the nightmare was inturupted by a familiar voice inside of the Dark One's mind.

"This is not your grave," the voice spoke echoeing throughout his mindscape. Reality then returned to the Darkbringer's eyes bringing into sight a whole new nightmare for him to live through.