Chapter 1: Daemon Battle
A lone planet in the northen spiral arm of the galaxy. The ruins of the capital city. A daemon of untold power has finally possessed a worthy warrior of Chaos. The effects of the possession has left the surrounding space highly unstable, able to create Warp holes at any instant and suck anything into the daemon-infested Warp. The lately revived Eldar entity, the fearsome Avatar of the Bloody-Handed God, has been summoned to stop this daemonic monstrosity…
The blades clanged together again and again. The storm raged around the two combatants. The incarnate of a god swung his mighty sword at the hideous daemon, who parried. The Avatar roared his defiance at the Chaos gods, and swung again at their champion. The Daemon Prince just managed to counter, feeling his strength fail under the force of the Eldar war-god incarnate. He ducked as the bloody hand swung forward, and then crumpled as it was brought down upon his head. The daemon roared, lashing back out at the Avatar's leg, felling him. The Daemon Prince wasted no time, and immediately launched himself at the warrior of Khaine. Grappling with him, the daemon warrior tried to find a weak spot, any point where he could get in and at least debilitate his foe. But the Avatar's reactions were too fast, blocking and countering anything the Daemon Prince could throw at him. And then the daemon was thrown off, leaving the Avatar able to grab the Wailing Doom and swing round with the mighty weapon. The champion of Chaos closed his eyes, expecting to feel the short, sharp pain of the blade slicing through his neck, but it only lightly touched his throat. His eyes opened to see the fiery being, and gulped.
"PRINCE OF CHAOS, ACCEPT DEFEAT." The Avatar rumbled.
"I will never surrender to anyone, Eldar or otherwise!"
"THEN THE BLOODY HAND SHALL SHOW NO MERCY." The warrior of Khaine raised his mighty sword high. The Daemon Prince acted fast, lashing out with his leg. The hit connected, sending the Avatar staggering back. The leathery wings of the daemon spread out wide, and the large form lifted into the air. The Avatar lunged after him, but was blasted back by a stream of magic bolts. The Daemon Prince rose further, leaving the fiery warrior of the war-god to further roar his defiance to Chaos.
'I shall return to destroy you.' The Prince thought, 'You count upon it.'
The space surrounding the planet grew more and more unstable, but no-one seemed to notice. A slight disturbance in the space above the Daemon Prince was instantly expanded, and developed into a Warp-hole. The daemon himself didn't notice until the gravitational force started to pull him in. He knew he couldn't escape its pull, and also knew the consequences of entering such a Warp-hole. Either he would be torn apart by the difference in forces, or it would transport him to another place entirely. Remembering that the first option was the more likely, he held possibly his final breath as he entered the Warp-hole...