Disclaimer= I do not own One Piece or Warhammer Fantasy Battle just the additions to the main story and any OC's that are added

"Speaking in an understandable language"

["Speaking in a language not understood"]

["-not understood written language-"]

{Spells being chanted or attacks}

'Thoughts'

"-Writing to communicate-"

? ? ? = unidentified person

"possessed items"

Dates go day/month/year

Chapter 1

Pheonix King Malekith, the Incarnate of Ulgu, Mallus, Empire of Man, Middenheim, 2523 I.C., the final day of the End Times

"I hope everything is in good hands... Commander..." I tell my closest high ranked officer as I stepped out of the tent I was in and gazed down at the flaming battlefield. Glaring at the hordes of corrupted and the corrupt, carefully eyeing the surprisingly stagnant battlefield as what remained of the human, dwarf and collective elven armies that were under my control. The clashing of sword against axe, armour grinding in the dirt, the screams of men and the roar of daemons... It all came to my armoured ears and danced in them. Those who survived this day would not for get it, no amount of drunk revelry or time shall remove the scent of death, and the fires lit here today will burn for years to come.

"Yes my King. The alliance of human kingdoms are holding out against the horde. The dwarves are reporting that their Iron Breakers and Iron Drakes are managing to cut a path directly into the city. The rest of the Incarnates are poised to get sent in once Karl Franz gives the masked wizard the signal, as for Grimgor and his Orcs... We've been getting indications that they're coming a bit too close for comfort. Us elves await our king to take to the field." the commander tells me, his voice stopping just before the high pitched whistle of Helfire rockets came forth from our artillery positions. Facing the bowing elf and then looking at my sword, its jagged shape reflected under the black and red sky, its edge hungry for the blood of Archaon's soldiers. Looking in the corner of my eye as my black dragon mount shook about, its jaws snapping in anticipation for the fight. Walking towards her and patting her side before getting up into the saddle attached to her, holding my blade up so it did not hit her large black wings.

"Then I trust you have the situation handled? Good. Now, Seraphon! TO WAR!" I order the commander before shouting at my mount and giving it the go ahead to fight. Smirking under my mask as my mighty dragon unfurled its dark wings and let out a roar that drowned out most of the noise from the battlefield. Tightening my grip as she began to flap her wings in slow but terrifyingly awesome flaps, kicking up everything that was not weighed down enough in the immediate proximity. Clenching my free hand as purple fire began to form in it, looking about for an area to burn to the ground with my firey might.

"The walls, Seraphon! Fly us to the walls and we shall burn it to ash and cinder!" I order my dragon as it stopped in the air, high above the clouds, looking for targets. Positioning myself at an angle and free from the saddle as Seraphon roared before she initiated a rapid dive, a strange noise coming from her mouth as she opened it. Jumping off of her back after she had unleashed her first load of immolating fire, crashing into the wall and shattering it in multiple places before I launched my own purple flames down into the tunnels and passages. The screams of mutant and cultist filled my ears as the lower entrances around the city had purple fire burst forth from them, anyone caught in those areas also burned to naught but blackened carcasses.

"KHORNE WILL REVEL IN YOUR SPILLED BLOOD!" a large, armoured Chaos warrior yelled at the top of his twisted lungs as he and some companions charged up a collapsed building and on to the flaming, cracked stone walls. Pondering quickly as I looked down at my left hand, shaking my head soon after as I decided that I would at least guarantee a few melee kills in this decisive battle for the continuation of civilization.

"Then I hope you plan on bringing weapons worthy to spill the blood of the Eternity King!" I simply state back as I backhand a Chaos cultist who had gotten ahead of the others due to his lighter gear, a wet crack came when his neck snapped. Turning my armoured gaze on to another and blocking the overhead swing he attempted with my sword, shoving my gauntlet covered hand into his chest and wretching it out with little effort, blood was spilled for Khorne alright. Shoving this corpse aside before decapitating half a dozen Chaos followers as they came at me with their anger filled faces and their corrupted flesh. Simply thrusting my sword forward and killing the one who had declared himself the one likely to win only mere seconds ago when he charged.

"A night of eternal ash will acompany the appearance of onyx wings..." I mutter darkly as I raise a leg up on to some loose stones and watching as my mount came in for another dive attack. A dry chuckle coming from my mouth as screams erupted from the sky as my ever cruel mount dropped her latest pickings upon their allies, disrupting what few disciplined units they had. This falter, this mistake... it did not go unnoticed by a group of Imperial greatswordsmen, their mighty zweihander's cleaved their way through flesh, cloth and armour if they were lucky. This charge from the Empire's best rallied the nearby units of fencers and halberdier's and allowed the frontlines to move in our favour, despite how quickly their progress was then slowed by a quickly... organised... counter.

"The fools. Making it so easy for me to find out who is who and where to fire. Now... Knowing the Imperial's. They would love to have the stones they laid down as homes and stores to kill those that harm the soil it was built on." I chuckle out darkly as I plant my sword in the stone and spreaded my arms far and wide. Letting my metaphysical grip reach out towards the the wood and stone behind me, waiting as rubble crashed about behind me, smirking as a large amount of their forces turned to face the growing shadow. Simply motioning my arms down and letting the walls, stalls, beds and what not crash into those who would see the world become nothing but an unrestricted playground for four disgusting beings. Khorne, Slannesh, Tzeentch and Nurgle, all fat disgusting things wanting a hand in a pie that was mine, not theirs.

Picking up my sword again and hopping down from the walls as my little gift of rubble covered the landing of my dragon as she crashed into the dirt, tearing up any unlucky enough to be near her as she came in. Landing on her back with a dull thud and slight shake of her back, patting her on the back as a form of apology before she flew again, hails of fire protected us as we ascended into the sky. Looking to my right when we suddenly ended up strafing left, enemy cannons had just attempted to cripple my mount with their hell fueled guns, and I was not particularly happy that they dared to try and harm my dragon in such a degree. She also did not like it and just snarled before she began to charge at the guns, rage and anger in her eyes as we approached... bracing myself in preparation for the expected outcome.

'Didn't your mothers ever teach you to never hit a lady?' I sarcastically think in annoyance as Seraphon grabbed one of the unholy machines of war and tore it off from its frame. Raising an eyebrow in some surprise as she aimed the loaded barrel at a dragon-ogre and fired it at them, a flaming orb of flesh and cursed metal ripped through the large beast and shattered, its heated fragments then dug themselves into anyone unlucky enough to be in their way. After the daemonic construct had been emptied: it was then tossed high in the air and then it crashed down into the unholy horde, an obvious outcome. Following the removal of this additional weight, my mount then unleashed another torrent of fire, men and beasts ran about as their skin melted and bones turned to ash in seconds.

Loking about as we went back into the safety of the clouds, "Hmmm... Nagash appears to be using his undead to back us up... But how long until he ultimately betrays us is unknown. The human wizard and his emperor are nearing the excavation site with Tyrion and Teclis. I guess I'll be dealing with a Chaos giant then." I say to myself as I observed the vast battlefield from the relative safety of the clouds. Focusing magic into key areas, patting my mount as an indicator to act on her own, and finally, jumping. Charging my magic as quickly as I could as I fell through the smoke filled air, poising my blade to cut a monstrosity down, and with one fell swoop, I bisected the mutated giant in two. My magic that I had been storing protected me from any severe damage from the fall and it erupted out from me, sending anyone unlucky enough to be a few dozen metres near me flying into the air. Looking up with a smirk as I moved my sword about.

"ALL OF YOU! STAY! BACK! THIS LITTLE WANNABE IS MINE!" a dragon ogre shouted at the Chaos cultists, warriors, beasts,and daemons as he lumbered over to me with his large hammer twitching in his muscled hands. Raising an eyebrow at his choice of insult, paying close attention to the lightning that was being caused by the potential human god, Sigmar. Lightning boosted the powers of these beasts, and I'll be damned to Slannesh's perverted gut should this holy attributed lightning somehow enhanced this beast instead of harm it. Readying myself as the monster roared and began stampeding towards me with its boulder on a stick ready to crush me at a moments notice.

'Guess it is time to use my status as the Incarnate of Shadow to some use then.' I think to myself as I use my magic to trip the creature up, bolting it to my left as he ploughed through the mud and dirt as a result. Glaring at him as I watched him toss and turn violently to get up and out of the dirt I put him in, and of course the angered beast squashed some of his own like a chef crushing fruit for some mixture. Then he expectedly turned his ugly jaw 'n' face to me, albeit... this time he was more cautious, his clawed feet were spacing themselves out and his hammer was in a pre-set position to be swinged from. Shaking my head at his glaring mistake of making his next move so telegraphed, charging forth with my blade to my side and watching carefully as he prepared to attack.

Rolling into the direction his hammer was swung from, however... I was quite surprised when he used one of his hands to punch the hammer-head down as I went under it. Quickly responding with my magic and stopping it mere inches from my body that was now laying down in the mud, magic coming off of me in droves as the beast put more and more weight behind his stone weapon. Grinding my teeth as I began to strain under the awkward position and the weight of an abomination, looking at my sword, a small plan already forming. Tossing it out from under me and across the mud, smirking as the warriors laughed along with the dragon ogre, however he fell into my trap as I did his.

"Have fun." I comment as he removed some force to laugh at my seemingly stupid action, moving a hand out of my effort to stop the hammer and having it magically grip my sword. Simply flicking my wrist and watching it fly into his face, getting myself out of this compromising position as he screamed in pain and tugged at my sword with his oversized hands. Patting myself off before bringing both my sword into my physical grip and his hammer into my magical one, shaking my head in a mocking manner before I began to slam his hammer into him, over and over until he was the bloody pulp that he originally intended for me. Setting the corpse on fire as a simple way of checking if he had a pulse still, scoffing at the lack of a reaction before heading towards the now charging crowd.

"Did I ever tell you who helped make the Black Ships? Hmmm? I was the one who did most of it." I boast at them as they charged me with wild abandon, holding my hands up in a greeting manner before Chaos had chaos ensue upon it. Soon a colossal wave of bodies, dirt, and rock forced its way upwards before collapsing down on to the surrounding horde. Splitting a gap in the resulting mounds so I could get out, looking about with eagerness as a war hydra had gotten close and was chomping down on whoever was close enough. Cringing my nose slightly as its repungent smell reached my nose, walking away from the beast as I remembered why I liked to avoid where they were kept on the ships and the former city of Naggaroth.

"Perhaps I should head towards the dig site? I have a feeling that things will get heated there." I comment as I saw the emperor of man throw Archaon at the decrepit walls of Middenheim before he threw his lightning wreathed hammer at the traitorous warlord. A resounding boom of thunder and electricity followed when the dwarf forged hammer slammed against him, slowly walking around with caution, it was painstakingly obvious that these two needed a wide berth to duke it out in. Ducking down out of caution when a stray lightning bolt came a bit too close to what would quite honestly be an ironic way to be harmed, electricity liked its metal, and my armour was metal. Heading away from the city as they began to throw and slam each other deeper into the city I was getting away from.

"I wonder how the other two are doing?" I verbally question myself as boredom temporarily took over my mind when a lack of things to fight had appeared. Chuckling dryly as I realised how orc-y my recent thoughts had been, boredom from a lack of fights in a large scale battlefield. Shaking my head as I returned my thoughts back on to my two former opponents and rivals for the elven throne, Prince Tyrion and the wizard Teclis, high elves in the human speech mannerisms. Looking at my left hand and clenching it tightly with a frown on my face, how long would it be until the former Avatar of Khaine and his brother turned their weapons and knowledge against me, like Nagash... they were a powder keg just waiting to blow.

"Hmmm... It's highly worrying that only, the former Supreme Patriarch Balthazar Gelt... He was the only one to object to the inclusion of Nagash into our alliance. Him of all people. The one whose resurrection started up these ever more terrible events..." I comment as I watched the necromancer in question cleave his way through the Chaos horde with his pale and deathly cold fire. Glaring at him as his hordes of living dead and his ever plotting face went about the area, glaring harder when his eyes briefly met mine. Scoffing at him as he turned away, turning away myself before running as fast as I could at a pink daemon and shoving my sword straight down its throat. Cringing in disgust as it moaned in pleasure before it went back to the hellscape that it came from.

"Tell us... Malekith... How's your mother...? I heard you gave her a good fucking in your private time..." a daemonette asked as it clicked its claws, glaring at the beast as it and its friends slowly came towards me. By the name of all the elven gods I hated this rumour, I never fucked my mother, and even if I did want to fuck her, I'd never be able to... Why? Because my armour is fused to my flesh. Can't exactly pop an erection with magically forged steel plate blocking it from moving...

"I honestly don't know. Hopefully dead. She's nothing but an annoyance and was the one responsible for the death and torture of my previous betrothed. So I'd rather not talk about it. Now... Be good abominations... And DIE!" I reply back with venom before I charged at them and began cutting them down. Crushing them under the heel of my boots and violently beating them down with spiked armour before turning my eyes on to the rest of the approaching army. Snarling in a manner that was akin to a dog before blasting them all over the place with fireballs, bolts of lightning or just magically boosted punches, kicks and sword swings. Screaming like a madman as the stench of blood covered me even more so, sharply turning around when a volley of arrows were deflected by my armour.

"WATCH WHERE YOU'RE FIRING THOSE DAMN THINGS!" I shout up at some eagle mounted wood elves as they flew past after releasing their load of precise metal tipped death. Watching as Seraphon came crashing down while she was wrestling with a Chaos mutated dragon, narrowing my eyes and sprinting to my injured mount as one of the beasts heads clamped down on her luckily armoured neck. Throwing my sword and getting it stuck in the beasts neck before jumping and pulling it down the rest of the way to completely remove the neck and head all together. Using this time to check on Seraphon while the Chaos Dragon recoiled in severe pain as blood violently squirted from the creatures now headless protrusion.

"Woah! Easy there, easy there." I tell Seraphon as she breathed heavily in pain from the amount of blood lost and injuries she had accumulated. Eyeing her with worry as her eyes slowed down their pace for blinking, each one she got out only got heavier. Letting out a sigh as her blood pooled out on to the mud, soon finding myself quite deep in her life giving liquid, relatively speaking of course. Giving her what I hoped not to be one final pat on her snout before her eyes just closed and didn't open up again.

"Alright... Someone is going to be finding themselves without a beating heart soon..." I tell the Chaos Dragon as it recovered, my voice low and dangerous as it roared back in pure rage, its jaws snapped about as its eyes showed its demand for vengeance. Placing a magical dome around my dragon to prevent any vampires or Khorne cultists from parading about it as they drank it in hopes of getting some form of power, and Nagash was most certainly not making her into a Zombie Dragon. Letting my bound Wind of Magic ripple off of me as I walked towards the dragon, the area became darker and darker, soon only I or those with the brightest torches could see. And... with that I entered a more ethereal state and descended upon the now blind dragon before I began to tear it apart.

"IS THIS WHAT YOU WANTED TO DO TO MY DRAGON!? IS THIS WHAT YOU WANTED TO DO!?" I yelled at the abomination in pure rage as giant shadowy tendrils and clawed hands grabbed, pulled and tugged at the monster. Pulling it apart in a shower of gore before the shadows disappeared as quickly as they came. Roaring into the sky as its body parts rained down with it corrupted blood, using magic to make sure none of its corrupted blood tainted the spilled blood of my mount that was on me. Collapsing to a knee when I suddenly felt drained, as if I couldn't walk anymore.

"What on earth?" I question myself when a large violent explosion ripped through the earth by where the excavation site should have been. Eyeing the suddenly golden pillar of light as a screaming golden face appeared before everything started to seemingly get erased or began to fall apart. Looking at my dragon before I began to crawl to her.

Swinging pitifully at any Chaos warrior who got in my way...

Using magic to eviscerate any ally or foe who blocked my path to my dragon...

Digging my clawed hands and spiked feet into the ground as I forced my way towards my still protected dragon...

Screaming in pain as I felt my body be consumed by the out of control Warp rift...

Forcing the ground to fling my now legless body at the dome that protected my dragon...

Going through the mud that was soaked with her blood...

Barely getting out a smile as I lead my crippled body against her midnight black one...

Not having the strength to scream in pain as the rift consumed what was left of me and my dragon...

"Thank you... Seraphon..." I weakly thank my dragon as I remembered all that I did with her...

From when I chose her dangerous form the moment she killed her siblings after hatching...

To all the times she burned me or flung me about during her training...

But... In the end... in these End Times... It didn't matter...

She was the greatest soldier I ever had the joy or displeasure of commanding... And I was happy for that...

? ? ?

"OI! GET BACK HERE YOU STUPID COW!" I shout at one of the villagers after she had snatched weapons from us while we were at the inn getting drinks. I could not tell who she was, but she was definitely the girl who ran the orange farm at the top of the hill on the far side of the island. I knew this from the fact she had blue hair... but if she turned out to be the one who stole our weapons then that meant that Nami would not be happy with us when she got back.

"HURRY UP YOU THICKHEADED CORAL SHAGGER!" one of my fellow pirates shouted at me after I had began to lose focus on what we were doing. Shaking my head clear of these distracting thoughts as I shoved the villagers out of the way so I could catch up with the girl. Nearly grabbing them before she knocked a barrel down and I ended up tripping on the large amount of avocado stones that were in it. Snarling as I quickly got back up from this and continued after her.

"Damn it! You bloody idiot! She got away!" another pirate complained at me after she disappeared into the trees with our swords. Shoving him aside and just listening to the clank of metal and tapping of feet, smirking as I picked her trail up again and entered the jungle. Tearing the plants and trees out of my way as I followed her path and glared everywhere as I walked through the plantlife. Sharply turning when I heard the girl scream and the drop of swords.

"THIS WAY LADS!" I shout at my compatriots as this told me where she was, she was by the only cave in this area if this meant anything. Storming through the bushes and knocking the girl down with my muscled merman body before looking down at her and glaring. Grabbing her by the hair and preparing to leave with her screaming and kicking before stopping when I heard the jingle of heavy metal armour... Surprising considering how useless armour is in this day and age.

"LET ME GO YOU PRICK!" the girl shouted as she tried to escape my grasp, keeping my eye on the strangely dark cave as our swords and other weapons were kicked out of the cave. Placing the girl on my shoulder after knocking her out and picking up one of the flintlocks that came out of the cave. Firing into the cave and going wide eyed at the brief outline of an armoured warrior in the cave.

"Who's there!?" I asked as the rest of my group appeared, picking up another gun and watching as my allies did the same. Perhaps the orange farm girl only stole those weapons because of this... thing... she was normally submissive to our words and decrees.

"Toss your weapon, and give it to us!" my fellow pirate ordered as he shakily held his gun at the cave, waiting for the inhabitant to come out of it.

"Very poor choice of words..." the unidentified person replied before he threw a rather strange and jagged blade at my ally. Turning back at the cave before firing my gun, but shock went over me as I registered the fact that I was pointing the gun at my own body.

And so the King of Pirates must now deal with the Witch King of Naggaroth. Question is... Who desires the right to rule more?

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