Chapter 1: A guardsman's worst fate
Imperial Quote of the day:
"Mankind lives not from it's intelligence, but it lives from it's stupidity that it can survive."
Washing around the warp like a piece of cloth in a washing machine the soul of guardsman Kyle is forever tormented in the warp, being slowly ripped apart and constantly being bait for demons he screams endlessly for his emperor. He could remember it clearly how he died, a stray basilisk round hitting him directly in the foot. Luckily he died instantly and didn't bother to lie down screaming while hundreds of shrapnel was sticking out from his armor and body, nope what happened was he instantly got erased and turned into smoking debris that flew everywhere. "Why must I suffer like this my emperor! WHY!" He shouted loudly into the void of the immaterium but it was hopeless, he could feel his soul slowly chipping away being daemon sustenance. Still the fact he is still conscious and not torn into pieces was literally a miracle but unfortunately it was a terrible miracle for his soul is now like a piece of clothing in a washing machine but the direction he spins is not just up or down but left right horizontal and diagonal. If he is still in his fleshy body then he would be vomiting endlessly until nothing was in his stomach except air.
After what felt like hours of endlessly drifted away in the warp he sees small orb like lights that was expelling dim lights, using whatever strength he could muster he navigated through and grabbed onto the orb. There he saw that it was some sort of soul essence from a dead guardsman's soul, Unknown what to do he looked into the orb and feel it's life force slowly dissipating into the warp. Desperate and wanting to help the poor remains of the soul he decided to "absorb" it into his still intact soul to somewhat safe keep it until his body disintegrates into the warp. He slowly pushed the orb into his chest while screaming in pain as the two soul merge to become one "Aagghhhhhhhh, bloody emperor!?" after several minutes the merge was complete and he could feel like soul somewhat harden and strangely he felt stronger. Deciding that he probably could help these poor Bastard from being daemon sustenance he spends his entire time in the warp grabbing and absorbing these orbs of dissipating souls into him, after some time he could feel the orbs emotion and see their memories. The feeling was the same endless torture and near lost of hope but the memories.. it varied from happy looking guardsman that was chopped down in half into memories of death korps of krieg troops charging into the enemy not caring for his life.
Tzeentch while making some elaborate over the top unnecessarily complex plan was disturbed by the feeling of an entity in the warp that wasn't.. "warp like* but feeling that it could be a fragment of the emperor of mankind trying to somewhat find its original body he shakes his head and continues making his plans.. "heeh, it's weak but growing stronger by the minutes.. strange.." he says to himself but being a god he had many more business that he needs to do instead of inspecting this "entity". Meanwhile far in the warp guardsman's Kyle soul is getting stronger and brighter from absorbing what he counted to be 100 souls or more, but alas being stronger and brighter in the warp brings it's downfall. Hundreds of daemons tasting a juicy soul to be consumed swarmed to Kyle's location. As Kyle was overwhelmed by hundreds of daemons swarming him licking and biting onto his body he tries to fight back but with no progress, as he was losing hope and feeling that his soul was being drained a golden light shone in the distance at once the daemons scatter slowly burning as the light grew closer. Kyle's eye was met with a light so bright and golden that it slowly turned his surroundings into a calmer less chaotic flow "what are you? Who are you? Emperor?" he shouted as he uses his hand to shield his eyes from the Ray of light, suddenly it bumps into Kyle and exploded into a ball of gold and slowly fades into nothing. This was the time tzeentch had a shiver down his body as in the distance he could see a ball of gold form and dissipate, something was wrong and soon he would be stand corrected by himself.
Kyle now was sitting down in a golden room of marble and gold, in front of him stands a mighty figure dressed in gold while erupting a Halo on his head. "Fear not guardsman for I am your emperor" as he said it Kyle felt the feeling of fear and happiness, happy that the emperor saved him but fear as it was the emperor of mankind. He quickly bowed and praise him calling him a god and savior of mankind, but to his surprise the emperor used his finger and raised Kyle's chin. "Please do not worship me, for I am no god" Kyle was stunned and as he was going to ask a million question the emperor put his finger onto his mouth and stopped him "Please no questions, my presence here is limited in time and I will be straight forward to you. I need your help." He was again stunned the second time as the emperor said those words, "H…h…help? H..How c…c…can I..I h…help y..you m…my l.l..l..lord?.". The emperor smiled and spoke again "Although I am against this but I cannot fight chaos alone, not in this state.. to fight a god I need another god.. you!" Kyle stunned for the third time nearly collapsed as he heard him say that he needs a god "B..but I a..am n..no g…god my em.. emperor". He spoke hesitantly. "Ah not now.. but soon you will, to put it in short context I saw you collect those souls and I saw how you could become stronger… so I need you to collect more souls so you can become more stronger and in time become a god to fight chaos!." Hearing this Kyle was frozen on the fact of how he could in theory turn into a god "B..but I was o.. overwhelmed by daemons back then.. how can I be a god if I can't protect myself and the souls I gathered from being eaten?" This time his voice was much clearer as he was now much calmer and can think more clearly. "Ahh I will show you the basics of defending yourself in the warp but for the other things.. you would need to figure them out by yourself." As the emperor spoke the room suddenly was starting to shake and crack as debris start falling from the ceiling, "wha.. what's happening?" Kyle said scared. "Sadly my time is up, but good luck Kyle for you will need it." With a quick tap on the forehead the emperor transfer all he needs to do to become a god into Kyle's psychic mind. As Kyle fell onto the floor feeling an immense headache the emperor smiled as the room turned dark and the emperor slowly turning into a skeleton and then darkness. Nothing.. it was dark for a moment, Kyle stood up processing what he had learned from the emperor.
After some time and after several groaning Kyle saw a flash of white in the distance, with all the strength he could muster he slowly limps his was onto the light. As he was limping closer to the light the surroundings slowly turned chaotic again as horrors of the warp fill the void slowly "Just great, killed by a basilisk, now trying to be a god" he says to himself while remembering all the things he need to do to become somewhat of a god. As he exited the void he was met with once again the sight of the immaterium but this time he was on the ground not far on top where the warp flowed violently. "So I need thousands of souls to increase my psychic energy and to become a god.. and I need to arm myself so I can defend against the horrors of the way.." As he thought of this he sees to his amazement hundreds of orbs slowly getting near him. As he see them approaching he could swear that he heard the sounds of nearly a battalion of guardsmen laughing and cheering, soon the souls slowly contact his body and merge with his soul. Unknown to him daemons smelling breakfast, lunch, and dinner all swarming to Kyle's location. After minutes of agonizing pain he finally got what he assumed 300 dead souls into his body, after sitting down to rest and feeling his psychic energy going up drastically he could see images of creatures moving onto him, as he looked more closely he saw hundreds of daemons screaming and running at him. Kyle begins to panic as the horde approach closer and closer, suddenly he remembers something from his mind "young Kyle, in the warp everything will try to devour your soul. So for your own safety conjure a weapon from your mind and guard your fragile vessel with armor to prevent the souls from being taken." With this Kyle panics as he desperately tries to conjure a weapon from thin air. He tried thinking of a bolter, a chainsword, an autocannon but all failed, he then realized that what he must conjure he needed to have experience with. With this he conjure his trusty Lasgun from real space, with his amazement the weapon itself starts being built on his hand and in mere seconds he was gripping his old Lasgun, not wasting time he conjure his standard imperial armor starting from his boots up to his helmet. As the horde approached he wore them with rush and looked upon his Lasgun "oh Lasgun please help me in this troubling time, banish these abomination back into the deepest part of the warp where they wouldn't try to feast my soul." As he said the words the Lasgun shone brightly as it was enchanted by his words, deciding it was target practice time he aimed down onto the horde of daemons and turned the safety switch off. He took a deep breath and pulls the trigger.
(Dum dum dum a cliffhanger, sorry for this ending what I wanted what you guys think of this random fanfic I was day dreaming about for the past days. I know my grammar isn't the best and I am far from being a good writer, this is my first time so please give me some slack and note what I am doing wrong. Maybe I can fix myself maybe, but that's all thank you for reading and have a good day my mates. Hail the emperor of mankind)