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Khorne and khornate daemon speech, place, or time
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Chapter 1: Pandora's Box
"Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you,"
-Friedrich Nietzsche
Good or evil? Light or dark? Order or Chaos? The endless debate since the beginning of time and space. When in all reality those words are meaningless as they are subjective. For the man defending his home is as in the right as the dictator executing traitors, for both are killers. It's only that those who only see one side see only a biased view.
Isn't it funny how many of the concepts humanity holds dear are twisted? How wars, cruelty, and death have all been spread in the names of things like faith, justice, and freedom. How humanity despite all its obvious flaws can still call itself words like great or mighty, when the only things we can associate those words with are killing and denial. How people hate the soldier who defends them but weeps for the killer that stalks them. How they live in the den of the shackled and to bow to corrupt, but would rather die than see the fields of freedom and fight beside the pure. Who listen to the shepherd that leads them to the slaughter, but ignores the wolf that tells them the truth.
The man shoots another is what makes the world black and white. But the reasons for why he shoots are what make the world grey. But the universe does not care about morality. In the grand scheme of it all, none of it matters for the universe sees man as a tiny cog in the machine that is the universe. And in the end, we will all become dust thrown to the winds of the cosmos.
But If one can accept this and take it in stride and understand that if life is meaningless then live each day as it may be the last. And to those that wish to dissuade those from the pleasures of this world in the hopes, there will see these in the next. They are only trying to find meaning and solace in the shadow of an uncaring universe.
Luke is your normal 18-year-old and looked average as well. 6'1 with brown hair and brown eyes, with a mildly muscular build, nowhere near where he looks like he hits the gym but he has a bit of muscle. The only thing that is strange is that he is a bit paler than what you would normally see from a dude his age. All in all, he is a normal guy, well except for the little ability he has.
He discovered his ability from wanting a pet dog from seeing TV dog companions from Scooby to Lassy. And from a pit of shadows came a miss maced looking mutt that was the best friend a boy could have. But even then he made sure to make things small after his parents almost throw the newly created Spike and he had to give them the dreaded puppy dog eyes backed up by the newly "born" puppy himself. So what does an eight-year-old do with the power to create practically anything he can think of you ask? Why make them fight each other of course, what else would he do. From little army soldiers to gladiators to even dinosaurs, he experimented a lot with his powers when he was younger. But he learned a lot about his powers more from exploring 40k and subsequently creating the units from the table top into living beings.
After finding his dad's old miniatures he began to bring to life as many things as possible to recreate the epic battles he saw on some of the art work. From using as a test for his powers he was able to find out a few thing he didn't already know. 1. That he could create not just organic creatures but also inorganic like when he tested his powers on the Necrons, now any equipment that came with them was included he was even able to get tanks a few times, but nothing that is entirely an object can be created like a titan or a monolith. 2. All of his creations are loyal to him to a fault, even those that would never take orders from a mere mortal like Daemons of Chaos and them seeing him as their god or emperor. 3. He is unaffected by any side effects of his creations, due to the unpleasant scene left from his former friends coming over and getting extremely sick from left over germs left by plague marines. 4. And while his creations would usually disappear after taking enough damage and die and turn into black mist after awhile, he could physically absorb them back into his body from the shadowy substance they came from.
Although as you can tell the fact that some of the creations leftover small but influential effects. From kids getting sick when they came over, to the occasional neighbor's pet that went missing, to even one time some left over Tyranid acid landed in some kids hand. To say the least his house was officially off limits.
Present Day
Now to the present day where I'm currently recording a battle between the Imperial Guard and Tyranids, and surprisingly they're at least not all dead. After a while, I grow to use my ability to make at least something for myself and started showing battles on Youtube and taking battles from requests from subscribers. Currently, they are using the groves of the coffee table as trenches with hormagaunts, tyrant guard, and gargoyles flying over head trying not to get bombarded by basilisk shells or shot down by the bullet hell of lasfire to nom on some guardsmen.
Some sadistic person wanted a last stand between the guardsmen against the oncoming and innumerable swarm of the Tyranids. Then again aren't I the sadistic one for putting these guardsmen to their death….meh their guardsmen it's their duty. And I couldn't be using my powers irresponsibly, no never.
If he were being honest he felt a bit of sadness from his creations killing each other. He liked all the armies, even those who are labeled as "evil". For example, those who don't pay too much attention think the Orks are evil when really they're just those misunderstood idiots who are just trying to have a good time. In their own shooting and stabbing way. The Dark Eldar are pretty bad dudes, but at least they're honest about how evil they are. Add in the fact that they are what the Eldar race acted like before they murderfucked Slaanesh into existence, their in a way trying to keep the old ways going. And the Tyranids are little more than a universal clean slate virus that is just an ever-expanding ecosystem/lifeform.
Then we get to the misunderstood emo sibling of the Imperium, Chaos. They are not evil in the usual sense, they are just people who are just people under the main influence of a single emotion/idea. Which is never a good thing. Even their gods are not all evil, as TTS (blessed be their name) stated in the simplest sense and help clarify that the gods represent the good and the bad. They just mostly go for the bad cause it causes more of the same reaction like the saying goes hate breeds hate and it just allows more of the emotions that they feed on to flourish. For an example, Khorne is the god of war and rage, but he is also the god of honor and in a sense is the embodiment of the phrase survival of the fittest. And each of the Chaos gods represents a good aspect that they also feed on.
As I finish up my inner monologue the winner is decided and the guardsmen won. As the smoke clears I see a guardsmen planting a flag in the still twitching corpse of a Carnifex. "Ok, I have to stop spacing out to see how the hell that happened," I say.
"Praise the Emperor," the legion of guardsmen yell to me.
"Yes, yes you did well guardsmen, your duty is complete, I'll see you guys when I get the next request for Orks," I say as I don't even wait for a reply before I absorb them back into me.
As I place my camera next to my computer thinking about how I'm gonna get the blast scars of the wood, I hear a knock on the door. I walk over to the door and open the door, to see what I can assume to be a priest due to the Catholic getup and the cross around his neck. "Can I help you father?" I say, while not the most religious person I still have some respect for those that wish to take up the call.
"Hello there now if you could help, I'm currently looking for a Luke Conwell," He continues with a disturbing smile "You wouldn't happen to be him would you,". Now I'm not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but this guy is creeping me out.
"Ahh nope wrong person and don't know him," I say quickly shutting the door and locking it. As I turn around a bright glowing blade comes within an inch of my cheek from outside the door. As I stumble back away from the door, it proceeds to be cut down by the crazy ass priest.
"Well, you shitty little brat at least now I don't have to keep up that fucking kindness crap anymore," The priest says as he walks through the doorway. "And since the last five families I've killed pointed to me to this house well you're my final plaything to help my murder boner," He said.
"Who in the hell are you and why the fuck did you kill four other families if the first one had lead you here," I say.
"Ah, where are my manners I at least should tell even shitty brat like you, my name," He continues "I am Freed Sellzen your executioner and why I slaughtered the four others...meh I was bored,". This guy is fucking crazy, I think.
As I get a small bit of room between us I create a wolf out of nowhere and it proceeds to attack the crazy ass priest as a four more pop out and attack. With the priest distracted I run out the door and run. I hop over fences and bolt down alleyways till I reach a nearby parking lot. "They're I should have put at least a few yards away from him," I say as I try and regain my breath. When a bullet pierces my leg and I fall onto one knee.
"What a cute little distraction you tried to use on me but the fluffies you made were still bleed," said Freed. Dammit, I was hoping that he would have been killed or at least lose me in the process. "Ya know if you want to blame someone blame that bullshit big man in the sky he's the one who gave you that ability," said Freed. "Although I have to admit if I had that power I'd create a lot more than fluffy animals and little minis, ooh the things I'd love to do to them," He said with a smile you would see on a pedophile seeing a van full of kids. "Well better get on with it before the boss man gets antsy, please screen it will be more enjoyable for me," He said as he walks to me and takes a couple of practice swings.
I don't want to die. "DO YoU WisH TO LIve," said a voice or what sounded like many voices. What of course. "THeN REPeAT AfTEr US," the voice said. As Freed gets closer I begin to repeat what the voice is telling me, hell it may be crazy but at this point, that's all I have.
"I, who is about to ascend,"
I begin the chant as Freed decides to reply "What the hell are you even talking about, doncha you know there's no place of peace after death,".
"Am the mortal who is destined to inherit the earth
I am eternity and infinity, the light and the dark,"
As I continue I don't notice the eight-pointed star being made in my blood around me.
"I shall become the Overlord of Ruination
And I shall enthrall thee to the call of the Chaos,".
As I finish those words I pass out. It was only after I wake up that I regret my actions.
As Freed gets pushed back as a large bust of power explodes from Luke that begins to ripple across the world, marking the beginning of a new world.
The Underworld
Sirzechs Lucifer the ruler of hell and leader of the Devils is currently going over reforms and other documents when a spike in power catches his attention. "Grayfia did you feel.."
"Yes Lord Lucifer, I did," said Grayfia Lucifuge wife and queen to the king of hell.
"Something is happening on earth, summon the other Maou immediately," said Lucifer. With that Grayfia left, after she left Sirzechs to look out a nearby window out at the underworld sky. "Something very powerful has been unleashed the question is what world will it bring," Lucifer says to out loud.
Grigori HQ
Azazel is currently looking over new data on sacred gear research when he feels the same wave of power. He peers up from his research and smirks a little. "Well this is obviously going to shack up things," he says and continues back to his work.
His second in command Baraqiel bursts suddenly. "Azazel there has been a.."
"I know Baraqiel I sensed it as well," Azazel replies cooly.
"But shouldn't we investigate, that was a substantial amount of energy that was suddenly unleashed who knows who or what it belongs to we should prepare for the worst," Baraqiel said.
All Azazel does is look over to Baraqiel and replied "While I agree with you on that the worst may happen, we must restrain ourselves like you said we have no idea who or what caused that burst of power so until we get more information we wait, besides we don't know where it originated from anyway," Azazel said.
"sigh Understood Blade Governor," says Baraqiel sighing in understanding and leaving Azazel's office.
That energy, it felt as if a new god had been newly created but that hasn't happened in almost 3,000 years. What an interesting time we live in, thinks Azazel.
Heaven
Michel the ruler of heaven and maintainer of the sacred gear and prayer system in the absence of the biblical God, currently watching over the system senses the power wave and raises his head in some shock. His sister Gabriel looks a little fearful
"Is it them," she asks.
"No the seals are still strong and in place, if it were them we would know," He reassured her. "But whatever that was it was dark as if the world itself was fighting against it and it doesn't help that it's powerful," He continued.
"Could it have been the birth of a new pantheons god?" Gabriel asked.
Michel ponded this but came to a conclusion quickly. "Not likely given this day and ages reluctance to worship gods, but still," He began to ponder this. "Make sure our soldiers are on high alert for any suspicious activity and take some of the other Seraphs to make sure the seals containing Them are still functional just to be safe," he ordered Gabriel. She left to go relay the orders. If it's not them then who or what could be causing this much energy that's just wrong, thought Michel. Whoever they are their presence is not just gonna be felt by the three factions and if that's the case then well. "A storm is coming, I just hope we're prepared for it," says Michel out loud.
The Dimensional Gap
As Great Red flies through the endless expanses of the Dimensional Gap, he notices a strange anomaly or more specifically four of them. They all appear to be swirling masses of colored energy and all with their own unique scent and creatures buzzing around them. One looked sickly green and held the stench of death and decay. Another held a blood red color and smelled of iron, another was shifting between shades of blue and it scent change constantly. And the last was shades of purple and pink painted across the area like a paint on a canvas and had a sickeningly sweet aroma that made Great Red's mouth water a little. As dragon god got closer many of the creatures from the anomalies poured through trying to harm him, but their efforts were like ants trying to bring down an elephant and had little to no effect on the dragon. As he annihilated insect after insect he decided the new anomalies weren't that big of a deal or worth this constant annoyance and decided to fly off. Besides what's the worst these things can do, he thought. (Ohh if only you knew)
Back on Earth
"What the hell was that," the crazed priest said as he quickly dodged an oncoming blade aimed for his neck. "Well aren't you an ugly shitty devil," said Freed. The creature was as a good foot taller than a man with red skin and large black horns running the length of its elongated head, as well as clawed fingers and bent legs with talons at the end as well. The only response that the creature gave
"Blood for the blood god," said the strange new creature. As the Bloodletter came at him Freed began to fire into the creature with his light pistol. As the blessed bullets crashed into the creature it began to slow and fall down to its death. Thinking he had won he began to move forward, but he then saw through the smoke he just noticed made from Lukes power twisting and mangling the ground around him.
All around him were dozens more Bloodletters waiting to strike like hounds wait for their master to release his grip on the leash. Behind them are four figures that towered over him through the smoke but can only see faint glows of green, red, blue, and pink energy and no other details. Noticing that he is about to be in for a fight which that is more than what he asked for he grabs hold of a pouch. "Twenty-two against one's, no far you shitty devils," Freed says and throws the pouch on the grown in a burst of light before the bloodletters get a chance to pounce.
"It would seem the pest got away," said a figure in dark armor with a sinister red glow coming from his eyes and below his helm.
"Yes, and it seems your minions are as useless as you are," the figure that is the most feminine of the four with visible cleavage and a feminine figure with pink skin and flowing white hair.
"Tread carefully welp or your skull shall be added to my throne," said the armored one. before the feminine being could say anything, a being of many whispering orifices, with two long tentacles, a pink and blue carapace like body, and even though he has two mouths he seems to be speaking from nowhere and everywhere and with dozens of different voices.
"WhIle I WOuLd NoRMalLY LeT YOu TwO COnTinuE yOur aLTERcAtiON, i mUSt InSiST THaT wE FoCUs oN tHe CreATOr iNSTeaD,". At this point the fourth being a creature with green bloated, blistered, and sore-ridden body, whose head is inside a mawed suit of flesh with horns sticking out of the top, large fatty arms, and whose lower body is a seething mass of pink tentacle.
"For once I agree with the changer, we must make sure that the creator is all rig..Ah seems the creator is awake," as the others turn to see that Luke is awake and is slowly trying to get up.
Luke's Perspective
I wake up slowly, shouldn't I be dead I begin to test my movement and feel that my leg that was shot feels fine. I open my eyes and stare down at my leg and see that it's fine the only evidence that it was shot was the hole in my pants where the bullet hit. I hear something like muffled voices, it's hard to hear over the ringing in my ears. I look over to where the voices seem to be coming from I freeze. Standing before me are the dark gods of chaos, all four of them. Nurgle, Khorne, Tzeentch, and Slaanesh. All four talking like their all co-workers and not four powerful being fighting for control over the warp. I see that there are no crazy ass priests that are around so at least there's that.
Alright now if I just try and get up to get away I should be able to run before they have a chance to even notice me. As I get up I see that I'm in an eight-pointed star in what I can only assume is of my blood. As I look up to see if there's a way to get out of here that isn't covered in debris, only to notice that the most powerful being in the 40k universe looking directly at me...shit.
"Creator you are awake and unharmed it seems the ritual worked," said Slaanesh.
"Are you four the gods of Chaos?" I ask hoping that maybe this is just a hallucination from blood loss.
"Yes creator we are the gods of chaos I Tzeentch, along with Khorne, Nurgle, and Slaanesh," said Tzeentch.
"Ahh ok then," I say and then I do the only sensible thing I can do when staring down the four most powerful beings I can think of. I run as fast as I can.
As Luke ran the four being stare in confusion, "Why is the creator run away," said Nurgle.
"Probably because your stench made him," said Slaanesh.
"Careful upstart I still am on edge with you for trying to devour Isha," said Nurgle.
"Oh please that was a simple fad that's dead now, pretty much literal since I devoured almost all of them," said Slaanesh.
"wHATeVer ThE cASs We sHOUld bEGin oUr EXpANsiON iNto tHIS WoRLD," said Tzeentch. With that, all four agreed and each disappearing to their realms with minions in tow for Khorne.
Back with Luke
As I make my way to the house I grab as much as I can in a desperate move to try and figure out what the fuck I can do. I need to get out of here and try and lie low since apparently I'm being hunted by crazy priests and two I need time to figure out how I could try and deal with the Chaos gods, I think. I pack me a suitcase full of clothes, another full of my electronic equipment like my computer, its tower, the miscellaneous accessories and my video camera. And last I grab my old backpack and put some miscellaneous items I have from some books, games, even a few of the miniatures bought.
Ok, I have all the stuff I need to move to somewhere, but where the hell can I go that gives me a reason to, I think to myself. As I start to pace back and forth I notice a letter I had received for an exchange program over to Japan due to his "animations", hello excuse. "Hmm Kuoh Academy, well it's better than being at a place that they already know about," I say. As I make my way to the nearest airport I hear on the news on the radio that the neighborhood I lived in had six home invasions and five families killed from a variety of wounds. They're currently investigating the surrounding area for any suspects, well if I try and go back now I'm gonna be prime suspect numero uno, so no turning back now, I think.
As I sit down in my seat I try and relax but my right hand has been killing me for a bit now what could be causing that. I look down at the palm of my right hand and see something that stops me dead in my tracks. On my right palm is the symbol of Chaos Undivided. "Oh god no," I say terrified.
Now before anyone asks, no I am not the first to do this crossover go read Pandora's Box by Drow79 if you don't believe me. And if you have read it you will notice that there will be a few things similar to his story and mine and if you feel that it's exactly the same, well there is only so much I can do in the first chapter to make it different. But later chapters are much more different than the ideas I have seen in Drow's story.
But anyway few things I want to address while I can. 1. The Chaos gods speak to Luke in a normal unaltered voice due to him being there creator. 2. If I get something wrong with either character being in character or something lore-wise, this is my first time writing a story and publishing it for people to see. 3. Feel free to give me constructive criticism and tell me what I could do to improve.
And there we go I hope you all have liked this first chapter and if I get the chance I'll probably get another chapter out by next week.
