Negima! The Cult of Chaos
Chapter 1: Through Time and Space
Firedude: Hello Everyone, I'm here to take a second crack at Negima! fanfiction. I've been dabbling into Warhammer 40,000 as of late and I got to thinking what it might be like if someone wrote a story with a Negima/Warhammer 40,000 twist in it. Then I realized, "Hey! I'm a writer!" So I got right on it and here's the result.
Disclaimer: I do not own Negima! or any of its characters, nor do I own the Warhammer 40,000 franchise or any of its characters.
Firedude: Well here it is, please read and review, flaming is welcome. Reviewing, good or bad, motivates me to keep on typing so please share your thoughts with me.
Terra (Earth) had been revered by all humans to be known as humanity's holiest planet, home to the emperor of man. The god emperor was always viewed amongst humanity as an immortal symbol of hope, an ordinary man who had ascended to higher status and had remained in command of the human empire for, an ordinary man who had ascended to a higher status and had remained in command of the human empire for millennia. Enemies of humanity always strove to eliminate the god emperor in an effort to burn out humanity's one symbol of hope they had left in this war strewn universe of theirs. However, none of the imperium's enemies had been able to get far enough into the human empire to be even a galaxy's distance from Terra… until now.
December 31st 49,007. Outside the Emperor's Palace, Holy Terra.
For miles around, all that could be heard was the deafening booming of machinegun fire. Rows upon rows of Space Marines and various war machines lined up in a massive barricade in front of the emperor's golden palace gates that stood hundreds of feet tall. A young marine, around the age of fifteen lay behind a small metal wall in the barricade, firing his bolter gun off into the massive crowd that was trying to charge the barricade. "Chaos bastards… how could they so carelessly throw forth their cultists into the slaughter." Said the boy as he blasted another cultist from afar. The Marine next to him sighed as he picked off another one, "I know what you mean, they don't really even know how to fight. They just put a sword and pistol into their hands, tell them that the chaos gods are with them and send them into the fray."
The fifteen year old looked to his friend next to him and said, "That's not exactly what I meant. It's not like it's the first time we've seen something like this, but we've been holding the line for two days straight… you think they'd run out of cultists by now. That, or send in stronger fighters." The marine thought about it for a second before replying to the fifteen year old. "I suppose you're right… you think if they were attacking the emperor's palace, they'd send in an all out assault of their strongest, but I guess-." A pistol round to the side of his helmet cut him off. The blow sent him flying back, unconscious. The fifteen year old looked over to his companion with a shocked expression before gritting his teeth and shouting, "You bastards!"
He proceeded to unload his clip into the huge crowd of cultists, slaying one after another. The weak, robed humans crumbled as the bolter fire shot through them as if they were wet paper. As the boy reloaded, he looked back to his friend that he saw was being tended to by an apothecary. He returned his vision to the cultists, only to see that fear had finally caught up to them and watched as they all turned and ran screaming back towards horizon. The marines began to cheer as all the cultists fled, but it was cut short by Captain Agemman's shouts. "All of you, quiet! The forces of chaos will return and in greater number. This battle is far from over!" Everyone went quiet and got ready for another possible wave. The boy noticed another space marine even younger than him a little bit down the line, shaking violently. Although the mask of his helmet covered his face, you could clearly tell he was crying.
"What are you crying about marine!?" shouted the captain angrily. "S-Sir… i-it's one thing to fight aliens, but killing humans as well!? I-I just can't bring myself-." The captain pistol whipped him across the face hard, before shouting, "Don't you dare call them that!" The captain looked up to address all the Space Marines defending the line. "Don't any of you ever think of them as human! The moment they joined the chaos forces, they sold their souls to the daemons! They may look it, but do not ever believe for a second that any of them has kept even a tiny piece of their humanity, is that understood!?" Shouted the captain. "Yes sir!" Replied the marines. "Good… all of you get ready, there is bound to be-." The Captain suddenly stopped talking and peered out onto the horizon.
The boy turned to look as well and saw a purple glow on the horizon. At first it appeared to get bigger and bigger, until he realized it was actually getting closer. His eyes shot open and he got up and ran as far down the line as possible, just as a large blast tore through the area of the line he was stationed on and blew the emperor's gate's the bits. The shockwave of the attack picked the boy off the ground and hurled him into the air. He crashed back down with a heavy thud a few yards away. He struggled to get back up and straighten out his vision, but when he did, he saw a gruesome sight. The blast had ripped apart hundreds of space marines and had left a huge crater that extended across the battle field and into where the gate used to be.
He then looked to the horizon and saw several red vortexes in the sky, with daemons of all kinds pouring out of them. The culprit of the massive blast was a gigantic red demon that stood a hundred feet tall with heavy red armor and a matching horned helmet. In one hand he carried a huge sword covered in runic markings and in the other, carried a large orb. The monster let out a hideously loud roar and led the twisted horde of daemons towards the palace. "Hold your ground Space Marines! We make our stand now!" Cried out the captain. His eyes caught sight of the boy and pointed towards the palace. "We may not be able to hold them back! Go warn the emperor now! He'll know what to do!" The boy nodded and sprinted into the palace as the daemons made it to the marine's line of defense.
The fifteen year old ran through a massive hallway and looked up the huge flight of steps that lead to the emperor's thrown room. "You've got to be kidding me…" he muttered, but had no more time to complain as he heard loud, shrill roars behind him. He pushed himself as hard as he could to sprint up the stairs, passed hundreds of monuments of fallen marines. After a few minutes of sprinting he finally reached the top. He caught his breath quickly and proceeded to push against the huge doors. After a minute they finally budged open and the boy ran inside. He looked up another flight of steps; no where near as long as the one he just climbed, to see a humongous, gold thrown. There was a huge casing over it, but the boy knew that inside laid the emperor's shattered corpse. The fifteen year old kneeled at the base of the stairs and said, "My lord… Captain Agemman… wishes for me to inform you that the daemons are about to breach the palace…" Said the boy carefully, not knowing how to speak in the presence of the god emperor.
There was a sudden rumbling sound and the casing on the throne slipped away. With the casing gone, the shattered body of the Emperor was revealed. The boy too, nervous to see the actual emperor kept his head down and refused to look up. The Emperor's eyelids opened and revealed a white glow as his severed parts rose into the air and connected together with white electricity. The emperor rose to his feet, his long white beard and hair flowing as he walked down the stairs. There was a thud that could be heard over the gunfire outside every time he took a step because of the extremely heavy armor he wore and the giant hammer he carried.
He stopped in front of the boy and said in an omnipotent voice. "Rise my son…" The boy rose and finally brought himself to look at the emperor. "T-Thank you my lord…" Despite the boy being five foot seven, he noticed the emperor was good three feet taller than him. Captain Agemman suddenly broke into the room with eight other marines and cried out, "My lord! They've entered the palace!" As they pushed the door closed as the thuds of several daemons running into it sounded. The Emperor stayed silent for a bit before pointing towards the stairs in front of his throne. "There…" His hand glowed and the stair case retracted away to reveal a portal. "…A warp portal my lord?" The emperor nodded and looked back to the captain. "This portal is different… it does not only travel between locations, but on the New Year for five minutes it's able to transcend time…" The captain walked towards the portal and just stared. "But… where will we go?"
"The past… to the year 2008. That daemon that is leading the siege on the palace is an ancient beast that is the result of a series of artifacts that were last documented in that year. Go there and find them, stop them from falling into the wrong hands and prevent this future…" The boy began to sweat as he thought in the back of his head, No pressure right? The captain looked back at the emperor and said, "But how will we know where to find them?" The emperor closed his eyes and thought as hard as he could. "The last time a looked into the information… the first artifact is at a place called Mahora academy in Japan… that is all I can remember. From there, you will find clues as to where the others are." A loud ringing sound went through the palace and the emperor smiled, "Happy New Year…"
The portal then activated and the pounding on the door became louder and harder. "You should all go… I'm with you my children." The emperor said looking at the ten space marines that stood in front of him. He then turned and walked towards the huge gate. "My lord! What about you!?" The captain cried out but the emperor just shouted, "Go!" The space marines just looked at each other before moving towards the portal. They all entered except the captain and the boy. "Second thoughts kid?" The captain said looking to the boy. "I've heard that there's a chance when entering the warp that it will kill you." The captain laughed a little and said, "Don't worry… just jump…" He said as he dived into the portal. The boy moved towards it and was about to enter when he looked back to the emperor who stood in front of the door, ready to battle the forces of chaos. He then closed his eyes and dived in.
The moment he entered, he dropped. He free fell through the warp into a swirling vortex below. He looked all around and saw thousands of beings flying around beyond the eye can see with swirls of all sorts of colors everywhere. He looked to all the other space marines that fell into the vortex, when it finally came time for him, he felt a significant pressure all over his body and it suddenly felt like he was suffocating. He tried to pull himself back out of the vortex, but it was too late and he got completely sucked in and slipped unconscious.
The light tapping of rain against the boy's helmet was what woke him from his slumber. He looked out through the lens of his mask, smeared with rain and mud. The boy tried to move, but to no avail. Damn... coming out of the warp must have broken a lot of my bones... I can barely move... He tried to move one more time but got the same result. He began to shiver a little and tried to hit a button inside his suit. It's freezing and raining outside... but with the temperature control off in my suit, it's only a matter of time before I die. I need to get moving and find a safe place. The boy heard a click and sighed out of relief as he was able to get the chest of the suit open. Metal creaking as it opened up. He groaned in pain as he reached up and took his helmet off and slid out of the suit. He found it a little bit easier to move with the weight of the suit off, but his wounds still made it very hard to move. He coughed out a mouthful of blood and looked around him.
He saw nothing around, but trees, mud and rocks. He cursed under his breath and proceeded to wander aimlessly through the trees and mud as the rain struck him. Cold and wet, he collapsed onto the ground and spat out another mouthful of blood. I've got to survive this... the emperor is relying on us to save the future. He noticed a nearby cave and grinned. He pulled himself into the cave and rested against the wall. He breathed hard as he looked over his body. His left ankle was sprained and his right shin was broken. His left arm was broken at the elbow and he had several ribs cracked apart, along with a hideous cuts and scrapes all over his body. Who am I kidding... this is a lost cause, I'm done for. I'm sure the others survived; I should just leave it to them. Besides, I don't even know if I'm in the right time period... He coughed another splatter of blood into the palm of his hand and clenched his teeth in anger. What am I saying...? I'm a space marine! I'd be a disgrace to my chapter if I gave up now!
He pushed himself back up and stumbled back outside. He peered past a row of trees and noticed something behind them. He walked over and came upon a large wooden shrine with stone walkways around it. He panted as he struggled to move quickly towards the shrine. He moved the rice paper sliding door open and smiled lightly as a feeling of safety swept over him. The darkness of the night was dispelled by a fire lit in a fire pit in the center of the large room. The boy smiled as he slid the door closed and laid down next to the pit. He smiled as the warmth swept over the cold surrounding his body. He began to feel better, but the feeling was cut short by the sound of wooden sandals clacking against the shrine floor.
He looked up just in time to see a young shrine maiden pointing a rifle at his head. "Primitive weaponry…" The boy mumbled to himself with a smile, raising his hopes, despite the fact the gun was aimed toward his head. "Who are you? And what are you doing here?" The female voice demanded through the darkness. The boy just smiled and through tired, soft pants asked, "What's the date?" He muttered. The girl, not expecting the question, lowered her rifle and gave him a puzzled look. "What?" He smiled and asked again, "Please… tell me." She raised an eyebrow and said, "It's February 23 2008… why?" The man smiled and finally allowed himself to slip his eyes closed. "Praise the emperor… I've not failed." He said as he finally succumb to unconsciousness.
Firedude: I hoped you all like it, sorry it was short but I'll bring out longer chapters so please review. I promise to have the next chapter up soon, until next time, later!