Author's note: This is my first fan fiction. I wasn't intending to write this, and well I finished it in about thirty minutes, so it's not my best work. I'm trying to concentrate on writing my own original works, however while this is a Warriors Orochi fanfiction this actually ties into what I intend to write about fifteen/twenty years from now. Also, I must thank/ apologise to Radithir, I got about halfway when I realised I was copying your idea somewhat, so I had to change the demon at the end from Da Ji to some of demon from folklore. That doesn't mean she won't appear though. Anywho, after all that, enjoy the pilot.
It was a beautiful day to exact his revenge, Krum, Khan of the Bulgar people, thought to himself as he sat atop his steed. It had been six days since the Emperor of the Eastern Roman empire Nikephoros had mercilessly, and with some pleasure, pillaged the capital city of Bulgaria Pliska. Every attempt made by Krum at diplomacy was rebuked, and he was not one to let this stand.
Outfitted in the finest furs of his vast kingdom, Krum, with men, women and children behind him, looked to set his plan into motion as soon as that wretch brought his force along the mountain pass the Bulgarians had placed themselves on. The rage that burned inside him spread to everyone under his rule, regardless of age or gender. They flocked to the defensive of their land, to the preservation of their lord's reputation and dignity, and Krum would not let them down. The Bulgars would not rest until their quest for Byzantine blood had been fulfilled, and Krum would not let them down. He was a man of his word, and once he had learnt of the plunder of his city he swore that he would make hollow out that useless skull of that lowly wretch of an emperor and use it as a drinking cup for his finest wine.
The plan was simple, once his scouts had spotted the Byzantine bastards moving towards the pass, the order would be sent out to barricade both the entrance and the exit, trapping them like rats. Once they had realized their predicament, and subsequently begun scurrying around like the aforementioned lowly beasts, the brave men, women and children of the Bulgarian empire would come crashing down on them, leaving their hiding place of the hill top wood, killing anyone in site. Yes, Krum could see it all before him, the greatest, and most satisfying, victory of his military career. The only thing he had to do now was to wait.
It wasn't until the sun had begun its usual transit below the horizon that the scouts reported the arrival of their prey. Even from a distance Krum could hear the rowdiness of the Byzantines. Those fools think they have beaten us, they think they can celebrate, ha! Krum thought to himself, vigorously stroking his graying beard in anger. We shall show them the folly of their existence, they only live to die by our hand!
With his hawk like eyes Krum could see his specially picked victim, the Byzantine scoundrel that called himself emperor, Nikephoros, riding his chalk white horse, proudly swigging away at a cup of what Krum believed to be special brewed Bulgarian wine. He could see that Nikephoros was flanked at his side by his son Staurakios, a man widely known to be unfit of any position of command. The world will not miss these beasts, Krum thought.
They were finally in position. Everything had gone according to plan; the Byzantine scouts had come back reporting that both the entrance and the exit of the pass had been blocked off. Krum saw as they went into a state of panic; as Nikephoros was too drunk to attempt to calm them down it was left to his son Staurakios, who only made matters worse. The worried Byzantine soldiers began fighting amongst themselves, both verbally and physically. Now was the time. Krum shouted the order to attack, leading the Bulgarian forces at the helm down upon their foes.
And then it happened.
Just before the two armies met, a strange, purple portal opened before them. Neither side had ever seen anything like it. The pulsating form stopped the Bulgarian forces in their tracks, Krum's horse rearing up at the sight, while sending the Byzantines into a further state of shock, releasing them from their internal conflicts and replacing it with states of awe and confusion. There was an intense heat coming from the purple mass, so hot in fact that it felt as if the warmth could be cut with the swords held in the hands of the once eager Bulgarian soldiers. "What...what is that?" Krum questioned out loud, he was not one to hesitate when talking, but it was not everyday his 9th century brain tried to process something so ungodly. The shape itself was to be the least of their problems however.
Just as the portal seemed to stabilize, a figure began emerging from it on the side of the Bulgars, first golden, paw like hands, with claws like a bears, followed by the rest of the creature. What appeared Krum could only describe as a man like demon with the mane, fangs and tail of a lion. He wore long, red robes with golden tassels, accompanied by what seemed like a countless number of golden chains around its neck, all of which nearly distracted from the absurdity of the chimera. On top of its head was a tilted crown, with rubies, sapphires and diamonds encrusted within it. Once it had fully emerged, it slowly looked over itself, as if it had just arrived in a new body.
"What are you creature? Explain yourself!" Krum demanded, putting on an air of confidence, even if deep down he was shaking with fear. He was the leader of a proud nation; he could not let them down by appearing like a coward. Looking past the human addressing him, he gazed at the world he had entered for the first time, and let out a sigh. "Well, it doesn't look like there's much loot I can steal here. I wonder if that vixen tricked me."
To be continued.