The air distorted around his head as a Bolter round whizzed past. Ducking, he managed to dodge it. The same could not be said for the soldier behind him. The slug of metal pulverised the soldier's skull, freeing him of the mortal realm as another drop of Krieger blood was redeemed. 'His penance was finished.' he thought as a thousand more bullets and lasers followed the first.
General Corelius of the Death Korps of Krieg paused his stride as he lined up a shot from his bolter pistol. Depressing the trigger, holy metal blessed with the Emperor's might shot forth and drew blood as a heretic gained a new chest cavity.
A squad of grenadiers followed close by, their hellguns burning holes into their enemies like a heated mono-knife through butter. A trench ahead of him exploded as a soldier missing his legs unpinned his grenades and lobbed himself in. A pair of Ogryns stomped their way through the cultist's forces, the sanctioned abhumans tearing apart any they found. Behind him, a generously donated Baneblade fired, smiting swathes of enemies with each blast of its cannons.
Corelius jumped into trench as an explosion landed on his location not a few moments later. Chaos cultists screamed bloody murder as they charged at him. Leveling his pistol with one's head, the cultist's tiny brain was freed from its corrupted cage. The rest closed the distance faster than he could shoot. Eyes narrowed behind Corelius' mask as a rusted hatchet neared his face. Metal cut flesh, and the cultist fell, bisected in two as the general twirled his power sword into another neck. The rest fell to lasfire as his grenadiers caught up. Corelius ignored them as he made his way to his objective. Walking over to the rubble of a building in the ruined city they fought in, an ogryn heaved the rubble off of a trapdoor.
Kicking it open, Corelius did not hesitate to walk down the damp, dark stairs as he was closely followed by his men. Before long, he reached the end of the staircase. The room was adorned with flags of the iconic eight pointed star of chaos, and blood stained the floor, walls and ceiling. In the middle of the room, a heretic chanted, accompanied by traitor Astartes. 'That may complicate things.' Corelius thought as the traitor marine's visor landed upon them. Immediately, his grenadiers formed a protective circle, firing at the heretics, only for their lasfire to fizzle out before even touching them. "Fix bayonets. Charge." Corelius ordered, even as he sprinted towards his enemy. The traitor marine snarled at them, and aimed its heavy bolter. Eyes narrowed as Corelius lunged forward, power sword aimed at his target's throat. The blade nicked flesh as the marine leapt back. Corelius landed behind, twirling around to-
Warp lightning stabbed into his side, slamming him into a wall. As his ears rang and his vision blurred, he could only just make out the last of his men ripped in half as a daemonic hand ripped out of the circle and grabbed the soldier. The cackling cultist's face split as he adorned a wide grin, his eyes glowing with insanity. Rising to his feet, Corelius ignored the screams of his muscles as he grasped his power sword.
The cultist was too busy bowing to the manifesting demon, while the traitor marine was distracted. Rushing forward, he lunged.
The traitor marine heard the footsteps and turned, only to find the blade stabbing straight through his neck. Tearing the sword out, the head fell off as the daemon finally anchored itself to the mortal realm. Glancing at the mad cultist, the warp abomination simply waved its hand dismissively, and the cultist swelled until he exploded in a shower of guts and blood, his mad laughter echoing in the room. Turning its petrifying gaze onto the General, its mouth stretched into a twisted abomination of a smile. "A man of Krieg? It has been a long time since I last fought against that barren rock's inhabitants." The monstrosity bellowed out. "And a General at that." With a mocking bow, the daemon's smile amalgamated into a grin. "How may this humble creature serve you?"
"Dying would be a good start, abomination." Corelius snarled out as he charged the monster, firing a hail of blessed bullets. With a simple swipe of its oversized arms, chaos met order, and won. Shards of metal flew back at Corelius, rebounding off of his armor. Holstering, he grasped his handle with both hands and swiped his activated power sword towards the daemon. A mere flick sent him sprawling back to the floor. Blood launched up his throat, and only training and endurance made it go back down.
"Is that all? I honestly expected better from one as illustrious as yourself!" The daemon guffawed. Stumbling to his feet, the General scanned through all of his options. None looked great.
"...hehehe..." Corelius laughed even despite being in the presence of such an affront to his faith. Sheathing his sword, he brought his hand inside his coat. The daemon's eyes narrowed as it tried to make sense of what he was doing.
"I suppose that this is as good as a death I can have." The Krieger gritted out through blood-stained teeth. Whipping his arm out the daemon found itself looking at his thumb pressed down on a button. Eyes widened. The thumb lifted.
High above, the Inquisitorial fleet that had accompanied him to this hellhole all fired at the planet as the signal was transmitted. The Exterminatus had started.
Its eyes burning with rage and chaotic fire, the daemon flew forth, intent on skewering the mortal that did this. Corelius smiled, even as the sharpened claws drew closer. 'Emperor...have I atoned?' he thought as the roof caved in, and crushed them both.
Eyes slowly cracked open as he found himself lying mask first into the snow-littered ground. 'Wait...Snow?' With a groan of exertion, Corelius flipped himself over to see trees, stars and-
"What warp treachery is this!?" He harshly whispered as he saw the shattered moon above.
Author's Corner (AC):
Walking into the white void of the AC, B snapped his fingers. Sitting down onto the metal throne that appeared, he stares at the screen in which you are most likely reading from.
B: Well, this story has been in my head for a while… Literally rewrote the damned ideas multiple times. T'was painful, painful indeed.
B: So, welcome to my story...I honestly haven't written ANs before...That was more of K's shtick. But, as you can see…
Pointing behind him, B reveals a crack in the void, in which S, K and R are tied up in rope.
K:That was meant to be a secret! Also, this is an abuse of your Author Rights! I demand tha-
The crack seals shut.
B: ...They are rather busy.
Screams echo through the void, before being cut short.
B: ...I assume I shall have to soundproof that, aren't I?
Sighing, B points at the text above the AC.
B: Now, unlike K, I am not going to be an idiot and set a time for me to upload the next chapter by. No point in getting your hopes up, only to find that there are no new chapters. Now, don't get me wrong, I am still going to be working on this story. However, the uploads may be rather...erratic, what with life deciding to screw with me. That, and gaming...Truly, as much as I hate humanity, I also love its inventions.
Shaking his head, the clumsy and idiotic B gets back to the point. B pauses, before glaring at me.
B: ...Just because you are me, doesn't mean I don't exist in another universe, *****, so stop that.
B's threatening forces me to comply.
B: Well, with that said, I'll just leave off here. Goodbye.
B walks out of the room. Silence reigns until the crack widens a small margin, allowing a sliver of light into the dark room.
R: S, stop touching my arm.
S: I'm not…
R: K?
K: Wasn't me.
Silence continues.
A low growl sounds out from the dark room they are trapped in.
The screams continue.
B reappears in the room with a TV screen.
B: Almost forgot the omake.
Placing it down, he turns it on.
Omake: Tactical Superiority
"Is that all? I honestly expected better from one as illustrious as yourself!" The daemon guffawed. Stumbling to his feet, the General scanned through all of his options. None looked great.
Except, one.
"...hehehe..." Corelius laughed even despite being in the presence of such an affront to his faith. Sheathing his sword, he brought his hand inside his coat. The daemon's eyes narrowed as it tried to make sense of what he was doing.
Flipping his coat open, the daemon's eyes widened as it stared down the barrel of a Baneblade. Thousands of miles up, Creed smiled from the comfort of his room as he swirled the amsec in his glass around. "Surprise." Creed said as he gulped down his drink. The Baneblade fired, shredding the daemon in pieces, as well as half the room. The barrel slowly disappeared into Corelius' coat. Moving to get out of the room, he tripped over a rock, and fell headfirst into the warp.
And thus began Corelius' adventures in Remnant with a Baneblade.
Within the Grimmlands, Salem gave up on trying to take over the world as she saw the massive tank through the eyes of her Grimm.