Fallen Knight
Disclaimer; I don't own this. It is the result of a brainstorming session I had with a friend of mine, and this is the final result… I will try to make it as interesting as possible… it is a Warhammer 40.000 and Ranma crossover, both of which are things I do not own…
Of Servants and Gods
He sighed deeply as he could feel how his body seemed to be getting heavier and heavier ever since he had been forced ton eat Akane's concoctions. He was so weary of all this fighting between the two of them., and Akane's insistence that he belonged to her, that he had almost forgotten how it was to be a normal human. He had enough power to seriously injure someone at his fingertips, his internal energy acting as some sort of power grid from which he could draw power and unleash a stunning amount of force, being enough to fight against a Phoenix…
He looked at his mother for a moment, seeing how the drawn blade was luring him to it, to allow him to feel the sweet taste of death, knowing that honor would be restored should he die by the blade in ritual seppuku. He silenced that thought., since he very much liked to live, but with his curse, it was very hard to do, since his mother would probably deem him to be unmanly if he shifted and acted like he liked it…
He could feel that there was something within his body that wanted to rebel against it, and he could feel the glob of whatever it was that Akane had made come up once again, with his mother watching him like a hawk, trying to see if something was wrong with his behavior.
He smiled at her as the sweat began to break out on his forehead, the glob of goo in his mouth making him feel ,like spitting it out, since it seemed to eat away at his mouth, making him feel agony as he held it in his mouth, then swallowed, hoping that it would only make him sick for an hour or so.
Somewhere else, in a house that belonged to one of Ranma's friends, Hiroshi sat with his friend Daisuke, bowed over an altar which belonged to one of the deities that they had discovered while trying out a magical item, deeming it to be some sort of summoning device. The thing that they had summoned proceeded to lecture them about the greatness of the gods that it served, before it had been banished back to what it called the Immaterium. They had started to worship those Chaos Gods, giving them an altar and sacrificing chickens every fortnight, hoping to gain their god's favor.
The Chaos gods themselves were looking at the world, from their dimension, drawing their attention away from the dimension that they were in at the moment to see what had happened, and who had called upon their attention, especially from another dimension. What they saw was a world that was uncorrupted, seemed to ooze with the force of good and light, and was just ripe for the taking. Tzeentch, the maker of schemes and plans beyond mortal thought, proposed that they should find a mortal champion who would make their presence known to that world and would claim it in their name, so they would have an entire universe to corrupt once again.
Memories resurfaced in their minds as they watched the planet, and suddenly Khorne bellowed in fury: "THERE WE WERE DEFEATED BY THOSE MORTALS WHO DARED TO BANISH US BACK HERE!"
A wave of anger seemed to pulsate through all of them, even the kind Nurgle, who almost never seemed to get too angry, the idea of those mortals who had dared to destroy the Chaos Gate from where they had been invading that dimension, to claim it and spread the corruption, almost 20.000 years ago. The memories had been hidden for some time, them being locked away since they had once decided nothing to do with the dimension ever again, since the mortals had won that, and keeping it as a back-up plan once it had consumed it all…
Ranma seemed to feel sicker as dinner progressed, being forced to swallow another lump of the substance that seemed to resemble something from a chemical waste disposal...
The Chaos Gods watched as they decided a course of action. The dimension must be invaded by them, to make sure that the mortals would pay for humiliating them by defeating them. Last time they had only sent some low daemons to conquer it, being assured that there would be little to no resistance, only sending about a million Daemons to conquer the world, but then things had turned sour really fast as the skies turned black and a fleet of warships had systematically decimated their entire force, one by one. Sure, they did suffer some heavy casualties, and the Chaos Gods knew that they had been on the verge of beating them all, but there would be no more access to the dimension since the Chaos Gate that they had built on the planet that they called Saturn had been destroyed by the guardian of that planet, sacrificing her life in the progress…
There would be no room for mistakes now. They would find a worthy champion and that champion would face the trials that they imposed upon the champion, and if he or she succeeded, would be the one in command of the invasion, after choosing a patron Chaos God, who would lend his troops to help invade the planet…
Ranma sneezed at the moment, just knowing that there would be a lot of scary and crazy stuff in store for him. He knew that there would be trouble for him later on. He looked at his mother and almost begged her with his eyes to please tell him to come with her to her house, since it had been rebuilt…
Hiroshi looked at the flame which seemed to flicker, and a sudden coldness crept into his bones as an ethereal voice seemed to speak, like a thousand mouths opening and speaking; "You have summoned my attention… Tell me one thing, and I shall point you to further knowledge…" Hiroshi bowed to the fire and said: "Please, tell me what you want and I shall give it to you!" the voice seemed to give a short laugh, which seemed to Hiroshi like a thousand mouths crying out in pain, and then continued…
"Give me the name of a person who embodies Chaos in its purest essence, and I shall grant you power… when you find him…" Hiroshi looked up, his mind racing as he then found his thoughts drawn to a person. "Master, there is a boy named Ranma, who embodies Chaos. It follows him around like a dog, making for chaos in the world, obliterating any semblance of order…"
The Chaos Gods looked at each other from their respective places and then cast a mass scrying spell on this Ranma person, seeing into his past, and discovering that the boy held a lot of promise. Slaanesh seemed to be overjoyed at seeing such a virile piece of man before it, and wanted to try something out, while Nurgle wanted to embrace the child as his latest son, who would be getting some of his gifts, while Khorne saw the spirit of a Bloodthirster within the child, though the notion of not killing should be driven out of him as soon as he embraced the power of Khorne. Tzeentch just watched, seeing the intelligence that the child displayed, as well as a good amount of potential for sorcery… it seemed to hum around him like a cloud of flies, the raw magical potential that he seemed to have…
Their choice was made, the die was cast, and Hiroshi was now currently suffering from one hell of a headache as some plaster fell onto him and he was told to keep quiet by his father who had come into his room, seen Daisuke and him in their ritual outfits, which consisted of only a piece of cloth to cover the body, fashioned from a bed sheet and nothing more, and them in front of an altar…
Nurgle, Tzeentch, Khorne and Slaanesh had come to a conclusion. Ranma would be their champion, his power being displayed in his fight with the Phoenix, while his cunning was displayed in the way that he avoided his fiancé's, making him the prime target for their champion…
Ranma just didn't know it, but he would belong to Chaos…
He would be the one Marked by Chaos, the one that would be the Champion of Chaos… if he survived the tests….
Something I wanted to try out… I hope you guys like it, feedback is very much appreciated by me…
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