Avatar of the Spider God

by jCOOLn

The Forest Goblins thought him a fitting sacrifice to their eight legged god. In a way they were right. In fact he may have been too good a sacrifice because when he comes back with its power they do not find it to their liking. Now the spiders obey him explicitly, and their hunger is turned upon their former allies. Yet, killing goblins is just the beginning. Now he begins to hunt

1. Will of the Spider God

Title: Avatar of the Spider God

Chapter One: Will of the Spider God

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His breath was running short. They were growing closer. His feet met the earth after he jumped over a downed log. Rustling in the distance caused him to look back. Something was watching him. It was stalking him. He knew this, yet he kept running. Perhaps it was futile, but it was instinctual. Yet no matter how fast he ran or for how long it never lost his trail. Eventually it became too much. He had to take a break.

Hiding behind a rather large tree Harry tried his best to silence his intense breathing. Even with all of his training as a seeker it was not enough to escape the creatures chasing him. He couldn't believe what he had seen until they were after him like a swarm of angry killer ants.

They took a sadistic pleasure in the chase. He knew that immediately after seeing the grins on their twisted little faces. Yet that was nowhere as bad as the creatures they rode upon. Not since his second year at Hogwarts had he seen creatures so large. The massive spiders moved with such speed through the forest that even before his body failed him he knew he wouldn't be able to escape. He just ran for a few more moments of life.

The rustling of leaves and cracks of tree branches straining to hold the immense loads that were moving along their limbs caused his anxiety to go up. He hoped that somehow they wouldn't be able to find him. It was a fool's hope, but it was all that he had.

These dreams were dashed as one of the small green skinned creatures jumped up with a blowgun in hand. Before he could roll out of the way a dart was sticking out of his arm. He quickly pulled it out but it was too late. The toxin they had used on him had already slipped into his bloodstream. He tried to fight it off as the little creatures moved in on him with their giant spider allies close behind. Before long everything went black.

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It seemed the nightmare refused to end for Harry. As he woke up it became blindingly obvious to him that the creatures had a much more insidious purpose for him other than simple food.

There was a fire in the middle of a clearing within a forest he had never seen before. They were chanting in some strange language beating on drum and generally making a lot of racket. Their little forms moved seamlessly through the forest ducking in and out of the shadows like some sort of fish. Their spider friends were not far away. Most of them had taken the trees as their resting grounds. Their multiple eyes watching everything with cold aloofness.

If things could not have gotten any worse Harry himself was stuck at the center of a massive spider web. The individual strands spoke of a spider far larger than any he had seen with the greenskins. If his estimations were to be guessed they would even put the massive Aragog to shame. He told himself he didn't want to see such a beast, and then he looked up. Complete fear took hold of Harry's extremities after that. He was not even able to make a coherent thought for a short while as his mind tried to understand what it was seeing.

Massive eyes the size of pumpkins were staring down on him. The creature was so immense that two massive trees strained to support its immense weight. Midnight black in color to such a degree that it seemed to devour nearby shadows. Its massive armored body was spiked along its ridges. Worst of all were the fangs hanging down. They were big enough to kill elephants with the bite alone.

Yet if what Harry was seeing was any indication this massive behemoth was poisonous. A strange viscous fluid was dripping down from its fangs creating droplets the size of basketballs. Harry was sure that the touch alone would be enough to kill him. How lethal the venom must be he could only imagine? His only question was whether the spider venom would be any worse than the basilisk venom.

As seemingly impossible as it may be his eyes were drawn away from the immense monster towards one of the little creatures standing at the base of his web. It must have been a leader amongst their kind. He didn't know, he had given up trying to talk to them, but the way it kept going on and on and its kind listened to it drew him to such a conclusion.

Like the rest of its king the little creature was green of skin and short of stature. It had a feather headdress with a wooden staff. Harry had dubbed it the shaman. Little fetishes adorned its body along with simple necklaces of leather with various teeth or stone earrings.

It pointed at Harry speaking in its funny language. The little creatures around it cheered on no doubt egging whatever he was doing on. They all seemed to lean in forward as the shaman moved on towards him. Even the spiders seemed to give this ritual their full attention.

Had the situation not been what it was Harry was sure that he would have found the little green creature moving towards him somewhat comical. The overly large shirt it had on tripped it up several times. Then there was watching it climb a tree. It was just funny with its little headdress moving back and forth. A medium sized spider eventually helped it across the spider web however. Seems it wasn't anymore immune to the sticky web than Harry was.

There was a bit of satisfaction inside of Harry watching the evil little green creature grow more and more fearful the close he got to the townhouse sized spider. Eventually it seemed the little spider was forcing the green creature towards it against its will instead of at its volition. Regardless eventually they made it to the behemoth.

Although given the circumstances Harry did not have the best view he could see the shaman dip his spear in the venom of the giant spider. When it was pulled back the stone spear had turned a purplish color everywhere the venom had made contact. As it lifted the spear up to show his kind they went crazy. Their cheers seemed to inflate the creature's ego as if he had not just been to terrified to move moments ago.

For Harry the cheers were more of a death sentence. Instead of taking the tree as it had before the medium spider just walked down the web. It was heading straight for Harry and no matter what he did he just could not escape. He even tried to teleport, but for some reason his magic simply did not work as it should have.

It was odd to Harry. The spiders didn't seem to hold any hostility towards him. He remembered when he was still forced in the broom closet the spiders were his only friends. He almost believed he could talk to them and that they could understand him. He attributed the fact that none of them ever bit him to that reason. When he learned he could talk to snakes he had tried to do the same with spiders. He was disheartened to learn it would not work.

More than ever did Harry wish he could speak with spiders. He was sure he could convince them to let him go. There was no doubt that if they wanted to the spiders could easily overcome the little green creatures. The monster spider more so than any other.

Yet he could not, and as the green shaman rose up the spear to stab him, he closed his eyes hoping it would be quick. The next thing he knew the spear had been run straight through his heart. The evil grin on the shaman's face the last thing he would ever see.

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Wherever his soul had gone it was not the pure land that his ancestors had. He had felt himself being drawn towards Limbo where he had met Professor Dumbledore the first time he had died before something pulled him back. At the time he didn't know what it was. Now he suspected a spider web had caught ahold of him and pulled him back. Why, because a massive ethereal predator was hunting him.

It was nearly impossible to explain what happened. One moment his soul was floating before a massive green spider which radiated a power so overwhelming that it nearly snuffed out his very existence. Then it opened its mouth and ate him. Oddly, instead of pain, he felt power. An unending stream of power had flooded into his very soul. It did not occur to him what was happening until it was all over.

Somehow, he was eating the Spider-God

If the Spider-God was against this, it did not make a sound. At one point Harry questioned if he would be able to handle such overwhelming power. Yet the more he ate the more he found he liked it. Soon he was trying to eat more and more. The being that had once been was now nothing more than a morsel for him to enjoy.

Before he realized it, he had become the Spider God.

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The Forest Goblins cheered for their shaman as he delivered the ritual sacrifice to their god. The human's body had been convulsing for hours before death had finally taken him. No doubt the giant Arachnarock Spider would soon descend and drink him like water. Their ever thirsting avatar would be satiated if only for a brief time for now.

Then they felt something. They didn't know what it was at first. Their little beady eyes scanning everything around them for a possible threat. As the sound grew louder more and more goblins realized it was coming from the human's body. As it grew louder more and more goblins turned to look at the shaking corpse. Only now did they realize that it was still alive.

The Forest Shaman who was the closest retracted his spear preparing to stab him again until he stopped convulsing. Just as the stone point was about to make contact a huge surge of magic lashed out destroying his weapon. The backlash sent the goblin flying across the clearing.

As it recovered its eyes looked up only to grow in shock. The human was surrounded in a thick green magical aura not unlike that of WAAAGH! magic. His eyes which had once needed glasses saw clearly across the dark forest straight into his own. There in his eyes was a spider web design branching out from his pupils.

The Forest Shaman grit its teeth. "Sneaky Git" it growled. Raising up its staff the Forest Goblin began to recite a spell to crush the insignificant human. Just as it was about to cast its spell the magic was stolen away. "What?"

Over Harry's hand was the same spell the Forest Shaman was trying to cast. "Was this yours?" He showed the spell. It looked like a large moon spinning over his outstretched hand. "Here, have it back if you want it." With that he cast it without any effort.

To the goblin's shock a massive moon crushed down on their shaman. Not yet dissuaded they all began to grab their weapons. Moments before they could charge the human a goblin cry went out filled with pain. When they looked back their hearts began to sink. Their spider allies who had always fought alongside them were now attacking them in droves. Already in a matter of moments hundreds of goblins had been killed at the ends of their poisonous fangs.

"I am the Spider God" called out Harry to the horrified goblins. "And my children obey only me." He pointed at the goblins. Suddenly a cruel smile started to form on his faces. "Your bodies will be nourishment for my spiders while your souls will become my sustenance."

All of a sudden the rustling of tens of thousands of needle-like feet moving across the forest floor could be heard. When the goblins saw what was coming for them they broke and tried to flee. Before them the entire forest floor was covered by tiny spiders. So many of them were present that none could see the forest floor. Their numbers continued to increase as the bark of trees and spider webs became choked with them.

Yet though they tried to escape there was no such salvation for them. The spiders had already began creating web barricades that prevented them from running away. Hundreds of them were trapped in the webs while many more were simply overwhelmed by the spiders. Thousands of venomous spider bites killing vast swathes of them.

It was a complete slaughter.

All the while Harry had not moved. His eyes simply followed the fleeing hoard of goblins watching as each of them were run down like he had been and devoured. He could feel their souls being captured in the Warp by his webs. They would feed him and grow his power even if only be a little. Luckily for him the Forest Goblins as a whole did not know of him. That meant they would continue to worship him harvesting power for him to use as his leisure.

Behind him the Arachnarock Spider climbed down from its perch. Its massive head bowing down before him. He looked back at it. Examining its worth before conceding it worthy to carry him aloft. After a few moments he was sitting atop the massive spider. With a sweep of his hand he destroyed the rude structure the goblins had constructed on its back. He needed no such device to ride the behemoth comfortably.

As the spiders dined on goblin flesh and blood Harry accessed the shared vision he now held with all spiders. It took him a moment to grow used to looking and seeing what they saw. Most of it was useless to him, but some of it was quite useful. One such vision that he found quite interesting drew his attention eastwards. An idea starting to form in his head.

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After weeks of traveling Harry and his spider army came across the Worlds Edge Mountains. Along the way more and more spiders of all sizes had joined in with their god. Harry's mere presence made them more capable than they had ever been before. Their strength, speed, endurance, and durability were pushed much further than before.

They had moved through the night, yet even with all their stealth there was bound to be an issue or two moving such a massive number of creatures. Dogs barked, humans who were lost in the forest, or the simple fact that there was no straight path to what he sought meant that issues would occur. A few had to die in order for the majority to prosper. Still, it was a small price to pay. He didn't feel the need to fight a full scale war… yet

His spiders saw the taste little Halflings as they moved through the human lands called The Moot, but he withheld their hunger. Their ravenous hunger would be useful to him later. Plus, he had no need to add more enemies to his plate. What he was about to do would no doubt cause quite the considerable forces to rise up against him. It was only his sneakiness that would keep him alive. That, his immense magic, and giant spider army.

After moving through the mountains hunting down many dangerous beasts to feed upon the gates of Karak Varn came into view. The lost hold of the dwarves was not the largest in the world, but it didn't need to be. Its size and location would serve all his needs.

Harry was not stupid. He had always been smart and cleaver, but after eating the Spider God these traits and more had been raised up by a massive degree. Striking during the night or day didn't really matter. His enemies were inside a mountain fortress. Unfortunately, they fought better in the dark. Luckily for him his forces did so to. That put then on even playing fields. What gave him the advantage was he had the element of surprise.

First he sent in the smaller spiders. The Rat Men who called the ruined stronghold home would not consider a few more spiders here and there to be any issue. Looking through their eyes allowed him to see what they did. Soon a complete map of the Karak was forming in his mind. The warrens, strong points, weak points, and escape routes were soon identified.

It took over twelve hours for the spiders to gather up a large amount of intel on the Karak. Their numbers would be the biggest obstacle Harry would face, but not by much. He knew that the Skaven were an easily frightened race. Their natural infighting and treacherous nature would make killing them much easier.

For that reason alone, Harry situated his spiders in the optimal positions. They sat there waiting for his orders. He waited until he had positioned the most venomous spiders as close to their leaders as possible. In one fell swoop these poisonous spiders bit the Skaven leaders rending practically their entire command structure useless in moments. With that window of opportunity, the massive army of large spiders struck.

Even with this advantage Harry did not use the spiders as a conventional army. He sent them in as stealthily as possible to lay traps, spin their webs, and attack only when the Skaven were isolated. In twelve hours' thousands of spiders had been captured. The ones who were caught up in webs were brought to the throne room where dwarf kings had conducted business for centuries until their homes were overrun by the verminous menace. The rest were devoured by ravenous spiders.

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Harry sat upon his throne looking down on the Rat Men impetuously. From his spiders he had learned several languages. One of them was their native language of Queekish. Still, it was a vile language and he refused to use it. Instead he stuck with the human language of Reikspiel. On average plenty of them knew how to speak it.

"Rat Men" spoke Harry smiling to himself as the looked at him upside down. The spider webs encased their bodies from the neck down. They were stuck on the ceiling and were now looking down on him.

"Human! Let us go now-now!" The Rat Men demanded their release immediately.

"No, you are my servants now." They looked at him with their verminous eyes so filled with hate. "And as such you will do as I say."

One of them sneered at him. "Serve-serve a man-thing? Never!"

Harry smiled at him. "I will make you a deal. Swear your allegiance to me and I won't kill you." That got their attention. From what he had learned the Skaven valued nothing more than their own lives. "You will be my slave-rats."

One of them started to make a strange noise with its mouth. "Yes-yes, serve you we will." The rest of them began agreeing on mass. Their thousands of verminous voices echoing loudly throughout the hold.

"Good." Harry's smile turned predatory. "There is just one thing I would like you all to do first." He stood up and revealed an eight legged banner with a spider at the center crouching on a web. "Renounce your loyalty to the Great Horned One and swear your eternal souls to the Spider God."

"What!" A grey furred Skaven looked at him as if her were the lowest creature to have ever lived. "The Great Horned One is our god. He will devour your soul and torture you for eternity!"

"Is that how you all feel?" He looked at them purposefully allowing the pause to linger in the air. "If your faith is that strong then none of you would mind joining him… right now perhaps?"

The Skaven started murmuring about this or that. One argued with his neighbor. Some tried to bite the others to death. Eventually though a whisper began passing through the crowd. They didn't think he could hear it, but he could. The message played right into his hands however, so he let them think that they were getting away with something cleaver. Eventually the Grey Seer spoke for the group.

"Yes-yes, we agree!" Its beady eyes stared at him unblinking.

"Agree to what?" He stared back smirking the whole time. "Say it, out loud." His eyes glanced over all of them. "I want you to all say you renounce the Horned One, and now serve the Spider God!"

As one they repeated what he told them to. Each one spoke clearly, he made sure of that. His little spiders were covering the webbing that coated their bodies. More than a few of them eyed them warily. The fear was think in these creatures. When they were all done the Grey Seer looked at him expectantly.

"Well? We did as-as you asked! Free us so that we may serve-serve you great leader!" They all were silent after that.

"Sorry, no." They all went crazy at that. "Cry all you like. Curse me, hate he, revere me, I do not care." He swiped his hand pointing up at them. "All I wanted was your souls. Now I know that I will get all of it once my children devour you."

Their cries of terror rang out through the Karak as tiny and large spiders crawled over their bodies biting them repeatedly. Harry could feel the webs that reached out to each of their souls that was formed as they swore their allegiance to him pulling in the prize he so sought after. He simply sat back enjoying the meal not once thinking how much he had changed after eating the Spider God. He didn't realize that while he ate it, some of himself had been eaten in return.

As his spiders enjoyed their hard earned meal Harry could not help but say, "And for generations after Karak Varn would be known as Spider Mountain."

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Any idiot could have foreseen that when all contact with an entire Karak filled with Skaven went silent someone would come looking. Spiders sent into the tunnels to act as spies informed their master of all the scouts sent out to investigate the surrounding lands.

As they traveled deeper into his lands they were always caught. Some were chased down by particularly bloodthirsty spiders. Others were where more patient allowing the Rat-Men to stumble into their traps. Once they made contact with the spider webs there was no escape. Some of them willingly cut off their own body parts to escape, but never got far. The traps prevented even a race as skilled at running away as the Skaven from escaping.

Eventually the Skaven sent an army to retake the Karak. This had been Harry's plan all along. The thousands of skaven slaves lashed forward by their brutal masters would be the first to go. Trap pits, nearly invisible threads of webbing that pulled any Skaven unlucky enough to get caught in it into the darkness never to be seen again, and a myriad of other traps whittled them down at a phenomenal rate.

If that were not enough Harry never let them sleep. His spiders would sneak into their camps no matter how tight their guard was and kill hundreds of them in a single night. At first the Skaven didn't mind as it was directed at their disposable slaves, but in one fell swoop half their leaders were taken out in a manner not dissimilar to the one used to take the Karak in the first place.

With their leaders dead the Skaven turned on one another. Some tried to run away never realizing that this was just another part of his plan. Breaking up the army into small pieces for his spiders to take out piecemeal. As the Skaven stabbed each other in the back diminishing their number further none of them realized the danger they were in until it was too late.

As the massive Arachnarock Spiders came at them one night they did not try to fight it. Their leadership structure at that point was nearly nonexistent. They simply ran away not realizing the only directions they could run in had been carefully coated in miles of spider webs. The Skaven who went in first were the first to be captured by its sticky surface. Those behind them didn't care. They simply ran over their bodies. And so it went with a bridge of Skaven being created as those in back hoped they would be able to make it over the living bridge before being caught as well.

None had made it. Thousands of Skaven were caught in the webs like bugs on flypaper. Some of them had been trampled to death, but most of them were still alive. Some of them were on the verge of death but would live long enough to be sacrificed.

In the years to come the Skaven would launch several more invasions into Karak Varn attempting to retake it from the spiders who had moved in. Each time they were all annihilated. Not a single Skaven ever escaped alive. Soon it became a place of fear amongst their kind to the point that even the monster hunters of Hell Pit refused to go anywhere near the mountains.

The Dwarves who had so long ago abandoned the Karak began snooping around. This was not an issue for Harry. It was fortunate for them that he didn't want to harm them. He wasn't an evil person. While what he did to the goblins and Skaven was quite sadistic to him they were monsters. With them gone the world was a better place for it. The same could not be said about the Dwarves. For that reason he opted for a different course of action.

As Dwarf expeditions were sent out to scout out the Karak his spiders would do one of two things. Firstly they would try to lead the Dwarves to goblin or Skaven lairs. If this worked the Dwarves would usually leave after their victory. If this didn't work then he did the opposite. He led the Skaven or goblins towards the Dwarves. He always gave the Dwarves the heads up so as to not let them take too many loses. Regardless after the battles they always left.

In this way he not only prevented any major confrontation with the Dwarves but used them to remove threats from around his stronghold. His spiders were active in more ways than just that however. They were hunting down the Skaven and Greenskins on their own. With superior tactics, the element of surprise, and unmatched coordination the spiders were able to take many of them minor strongholds around the Karak.

After a while of thinking he turned these smaller strongholds into nests for his spiders. The Arachnarok spiders did especially well within them as their massive bulk was not impeded. Had the Dwarves had the presence of mind to make their stronghold passageways only large enough for someone of their size to move about unimpeded then they wouldn't have lost half the ones that they did.

Harry figured they were trying to overcompensate, but that was just his theory.

Eventually things started to calm down. The spiders had laid thousands of eggs all over his surrounding lands prorogating their species further. Many fell beasts, Greenskins, and Skaven were scoured from the lands by the spidery menace that had made the mountains their homes. Their bodies were spun up in massive cocoons of spider webbing and suspended in the air as a taste meal saved away for later.

Many looked to this new domain with worry. What repercussions might it have on their ways of life? What was the purpose of their leader? Was he friend or foe? Could he be reasoned with or would he just take whatever it is he desired? How did he control the spiders?

Most of all many wanted to know what effect this would have on Black Fire Pass. The Spider Domain lay on the northern side of the pass practically bordering it. Many worried if the spiders attacked there not be enough strength to defend the Empire from an Ork WAAAGH! In the future.

Many questions would be asked yet few would ever be answered. At least, not for some time.

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