DOOMHammer 40k
Author's Notes: Because I was affected by the Grimdark nature of the Warhammer 40,000 universe, I decided to rewrite this story as to fit more, and against my better judgement, remove… the sour *hint* *hint* *nudge* *nudge* *fap* *fap* part from the story. Make no mistake though,the harem will still happen, just minus the part where I jerk off while typing (feet are quite useful when you can move your toes quickly). Nonetheless, the premise remains the same throughout this story. However, there will be a little addition inspired by an old /tg/ tale. So yeah, have fun with this one, cause it's gonna get a lot worse. And also, I might finally starting that warhammer 40k lemon story if I feel like it.
In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war.
But... what surpasses war you might ask?
Rage.
And what surpasses that?
Pure, unimaginable:
Hatred.
Location Unknown, Time Unknown
"We must secure him! Emperor knows what will happen if the heretics capture him and continue to experiment on him! Get him ou-!" A voice yelled as blurs filled the man's dazed eyes as he tried to blink them open. When he attempted to lift himself out of what felt like a container, he felt something holding his wrists with a metallic rattling noise accompanying every jerky motion he could make with his arms.
"Seize the subject! For Chaos!" He heard a voice shout as he was met by the image of a mask that was akin to a knight helmet that caused him to feel shivers as he looked at him. But not out of fear. No. But he felt something different… something that made him… angry.
"You'll be coming with us!" The armored man said as he made the mistake of tearing off the shackles containing the naked man. The armored man who soon raised an eyebrow as he was knocked back by a simple spartan kick to the chest.
"What are you idiots doing!? Get him!" The naked man didn't stop as he felt a tingle surging through him as red lights blared and the sound of gunfire rang through the hallways of the facility. And as if something was guiding him, he soon ran into a single room, surrounded by what he would describe as gothic english and skulls. A lot of skulls weirdly enough. He heard yelling and heavy footsteps before slamming his fist on what he hoped read as Emergency Close.
"Break down this door!" He looked as three armored men slammed their fists and shot at the windowed sliding door. He turned away from the door before being met by the sight of a human-sized suit of armor. The suit itself wasn't much of a glorious sight as it military green on the parts that could be colored while there was evidence of rusting at multiple areas of the suit, especially at the joints. Not to mention, the armor covering vital areas were covered by burns and deep scratch marks.
'My praetor suit.'
Although, he was weirded out as to how he knew the name of the suit of armor before him while the coffin it was within was made to look almost like a shrine as it was surrounded by skulls and lit candles whose flame did not shake despite the powerful tremors outside. Looking to his right, he soon found himself clutching his head as he fell to his knees.
In front of him, a double-barreled shotgun with exquisite and intricate engravings near the area where the shotgun shells would be loaded. He shut his eyes closed before a quick flash of his memories flew by. He saw himself through his own eyes as the barrel of his shotgun was smoking and stained with blood.
And the second item… a vicious looking chainsaw. Looking at it, his eyes shut close again as he saw himself running up the back of a massive… inhuman thing before slamming his chainsaw into the thing's back before hopping off.
After regaining his senses, he quickly slipped on the suit of armor as the banging continued from the armored men outside. However, he hesitated as he looked into the visor of the helmet of the so-called 'Praetor Suit' before trying to wipe off what he thought was a blood stain but was instead printed near the forehead of his helmet. He spun it around before pulling it on with both hands as he pulled it on before his suit lit up and a HUD appeared in front of him. Soon enough a message came up in the bottom right-hand corner of his interface.
'You are the Doom Marine.'
Soon enough, the Doom Marine clutched his head as the armored men with unneededly large pauldrons soon began to bust through the door. He clutched his head and grit his teeth as the memories rushed through his head. He remembered how he was first deployed to Mars as punishment and to be reprimanded for something he deemed unethical and morally unacceptable. How that led to his survival and his comrade's deaths. Then he remembered Hell.
And then he felt it.
Hatred.
And then he realized what the tingling was this entire time. He looked at the marines that were almost through the door as the glass was caving in. His hud beeped as it highlighted the three of them in red and showed their demonic presence level at 75%.
"Forwa-!" The presumable leader of the trio tried to yell before being interrupted as the door flew straight into him, the other two turning around immediately only to face the Doom Marine as his arm was loose but kept a grip on his shotgun. But what was more worrisome to any other human was the fact that he also kept his other hand gripped on his chainsaw which was revving as if in anticipation.
"You'll be coming with u-!" One of the armored men tried to speak before his head blew up. The other turned to the Doom Marine as he held his shotgun up with one hand still before moving his arm so it was aimed at the other armored man.
"Chao-!" The Doom Marine pulled the trigger again before lowering his weapons as he ran off in the direction of more screaming and gunfire. He soon felt a tinge of annoyance as he found himself in the middle of what appeared to be an encounter. On his left, was a group of three men wearing the same armor as the others, except their color scheme was a combination of purple and gold. The other group however, wore the colors of the same three that he first encountered.
"Who the hell are you!?" One of the purple and gold soldiers asked before the hud beeped as their demonic presence level was at a surprising 3%. On the other hand, he was unsurprised as the evil-green colored soldiers were still at 75%.
Without a moment wasted, the Doom Marine rushed forward as he didn't bother to reload his shotgun before slashing his chainsaw through one soldier of the five.
"You think that old piece of shit can pierce… AHHHH!" The soldier started as the chainsaw grinded against his arm as he had put it up in defense against the roaring melee weapon. He had thought that power armor could only be pierced by the most powerful of weaponry, but a primitive weapon that of which is like a shittier chainsword sliced through his him and his armor that easily? Needless to say, this left the other four in fear as they raised their massive rifles and took aim from the hip at the Doom Marine.
"Hey! We're still here!" The purple and gold armored warriors aimed their bolters down the hallway as the Doom Marine ducked as he smirked from beneath his helmet while the other four evil green warriors were mowed down. He waited until the firing stopped as he stood up while the four armored soldiers kept their rifles raised as the Doom Marine was more lenient with them due to their low demonic presence.
"What in Emperor's name are you?" One of the soldiers asked while the Doom Marine responded with silence.
"Well, since you won't answer, we are loyalist space marines of the Emperor's Children legion." The presumable leader of the small group of space marines stated while the Doom Marine saw a new notification pop up.
"Activate silent communication module?" The message read as if it were reading the Doom Marine's thoughts.
'Enabling…'
"Who… were those people?" The Doom Marine saw his suit project a hologram to display his message.
"Well, it's complicated, but they've been corrupted by chaos, making them heretics and traitors to the Imperium." The loyalists responded. Their conversation was cut short by another explosion as the four loyalists ran through the hallway.
"Follow us! This planet is a death trap!" The loyalists yelled as the Doom Marine merely gripped his shotgun as he jogged behind them. They soon found themselves in front of a massive, metal sliding door before hearing a warning blare as the doors slowly opened. They were soon met with the sight of the Sons of Horus and Emperor's Children versus the loyalists of the Emperor's Children. Well, more like the loyalists were being slaughtered. The Doom Marine hesitantly raised his shotgun at the four as he realized that they also could be traitors in disguise.
"We are not your enemy! We are some of the few remaining loyalists of our legion, and will fight to the death to kill as many traitors as we can, but we can even pull off our survival if you'll help us!" The group's leader begged. Responding with only silence, the Doom Marine nodded slowly before the loyalist began to explain his plan as quickly as he could while the battle raged on in the background.
"We have to route their defenses. A surprise attack from behind even just by the five of us will be enough to distract them and cause them to think they're surrounded." The group leader stated before being knocked away just enough to receive a gore axe being impaled into his shoulder. The Doom Marine grit his teeth as he spotted Emperor's Children space marines approaching, but he knew they were traitorous as their demonic presence was rising slowly.
"Argh!" The Captain groaned from beneath his helmet as one of the other marines caught him before quickly slinging him over his shoulder while holding his bolter in one hand and aimed it at the incoming traitors. And as the loyalists knew that a retreat from certain death would be less glorifying in the eyes of the Emperor, they were awe-struck and inspired as the Doom Marine cracked his knuckles in his left hand before running at the traitors with his shotgun raised.
"Who the fuck is this guy!?" One of the traitors asked loudly before receiving a massive hole in his face. The Doom Marine merely shrugged off the bolter rounds that bounced off his Praetor Suit, leaving the traitors almost scared at the fact that this green monster… no, demon, shrugged off their attacks before he slung his shotgun over his back. The Doom Marine then held the chainsaw with both hands before revving it alive as he charged forward, while a hail of bullets flew past him from behind as the small group of loyalists provided what little support they could manage as he led the charge.
"Kill them! Kill the loyalist scum!" A traitor yelled as he made the mistake of raising his arm up with bolt pistol in hand before seeing it slashed off by the Doom Marine's chainsaw.
"What is he?" One of the loyalists of the group asked as he swung his chainsword as it caught the shoulder of a traitor before slicing him in two.
"I don't *huff*... know…" The captain groaned as he clutched his mangled shoulder while trying to maintain consciousness.
The Doom Marine continued his endless slaughter as traitor after traitor fell before him, as the group of loyalists wished to try and ease the burden of their loyalist brothers against the traitor scum of their legion that fought to eradicate them all. Needless to say, any traitor that breathed even a single breath of life after facing off against the Doom Marine was executed with whatever the loyalist marines had in their hands, even if it was just their fists.
"Why is there a warp portal here!?" One of the loyalists cried out as they looked in horror before seeing the Doom Marine being sucked into it. And to his own horror, he caught the final glimpses of the group he was helping before a spew of gunfire flew at them. And if there was one thing that the Doom Marine didn't like other than demons, it was death of good men.
And by all means, he was fucking pissed.
Author's Notes: First chapter rewrite done. Still contemplating on whether or not to roll with harem without lemons, or no harem at all. Not to mention, I'm considering no species alliances and instead the Doom Marine focuses on killing chaos and maybe the Tau (because fuck communism), and also the Eldar if they provoke him. Idk, maybe I'll just rewrite everything the same way I did before, just better grammer, spelling, and fixing plot holes that are probably present because Games Workshop doesn't want to advance the storyline.
(also the way I spelled grammar was intentional.)
