FanFiction Russ Returns

My first fan fiction, please rate, I do not own anything to do with Games Workshop or any of its affiliates apart from my small space wolf army (around 1,400 points). Please review and favourite if you enjoyed this fanfic. Flamers shall be met with a angry marine power boot to the face.

He awoke to a sensation. It was unlike any feeling he had had before. He looked around, unfamiliar decadent surroundings. "Ah your awake" said a strange voice "you've been asleep for quite a while Russ". In front of Russ an attractive woman stood, she was perfect in every way yet there was something about her there was just wrong about her, she was too perfect and emitted a demonic aura about her. "Who the fuck are you" shouted Russ realising he no longer had his power armour. "The right answer would be what the fuck am I" the woman said "and in answer for that question I am slaanesh the god of pleasure". Russ was dazed "YOU LIE, THERE IS NO GODS" he roared. "Tell that to your beloved imperium, wolf lord" Slaanesh sung, "They worship the emperor as a god and have done so for 9 of the 10 millennia you have been gone. But anyway time is short, what you call the wolftime or the end of the galaxy is rapidly approaching, your fellow primarchs are returning to the emperors side, or Horus' the second heresy of Horus is about to start your legion needs you". "Why are you helping me witch?" Russ enquired. "Because I want to, it would amuse me as well as pissing of the other gods, they really should know that I may be the youngest and yet I still hold great power" Slaanesh said getting Russ' own power armour, the mastercrafted beauty that was crafted on mars in the 32st millennia, "Have fun" slaanesh joked as he/she created a portal to Fenris, "oh and don't let morkai bite you on the way down". "What do you mean" asked Russ before he found himself in his power armour falling at terminal velocity towards Asaheim and the Aett (the fang to all who do not understand Juvjk).

In the underbelly of the Aett an ancient Dreadnaught awoke. The last of Russ' council stirred and made his way up to the great hall. When he reached the hall, the entirety of the sons of Russ where back feasting and telling of Sagas of wolves past. Bjorn the fell handed stomped into the hall and all the stories fell quiet, when the ancient dreadnaught spoke you listened. "He has returned" Bjorn intoned with the voice of a sepulchre brought to life coming from his vox casters "The wolftime is upon us"…

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