DOOMHammer 40k

Author's Notes: Still pondering on the whole harem rewrite idea thingy. Anyways, here's the second chapter. Also, I kinda hate the whole grimdark theme goes around with Warhammer 40k, so I'm gonna change the pace to more nobledark, with an emphasis on the dark if I can.

Location Unknown, Time Unknown

*Shlick!*

The Doom Marine's visor soon was clear of the bright light that was blocking his vision before pulling his arm out of whatever he was on. He soon took in the beautiful landscape, if you consider a shit ton of weird shit and a cluster fuck of sentient beings' feelings beautiful, before laying eyes upon a group of demons that kept growing in size before realizing where he must be.

"Demonic threat level is at dangerous levels. Please clear demonic presence before proceeding about your day." The Doom Marine cracked his knuckles as he faced the growing army before four, different-colored lights enveloped his vision again, furthering his rage as he was sure he'd suffer from epilepsies later on in life.

"Oh? Who is this little cutie?" The Doom Marine's vision soon cleared before four massive entities stood before him, which he knew must be demons or even worse. From left to right, the Doom Marine described them in his own words as: a mass of blood-stained bandages with horns near the being's head, a fatass with most likely every form of STD and even undiscovered VD, an "it" with breasts and a penis-sized lump near its crotch, and a freaky ass motherfucker "probably" made of tentacles.

"The so-called Doom Slayer." The bandage guy said as he held the handle of a demonic-looking sword planted in the ground.

"What did we call him here for again?" The It asked as it crossed its arms.

"Who are all of you nasty fucks?" The Doom Marine's silent prompt read surprisingly. The pile of bandages soon showed a massive arm before picking the Doom Marine up and pulled him in close enough to stare straight at him from under his visor.

"So why do you kill?" The pile of bandages asked surprisingly, completing ignoring the question asked of him, but the Doom Marine merely responded with silence.

"Hm, if you won't answer, then why of all people, would you bathe in the slaughter you partook in as I had seen on Istvaan III?" The demonic being asked as the Doom Marine snuck one of his arms out of the being's grip before giving it the middle finger while his silent message prompt opened up again.

"Because I want to rip and tear you demonic fuckers apart." The bandage being laughed heartily alongside the other abominations that the Doom Marine had no idea who they were.

"Ha! He is quite the funny man isn't he!?" The person of bloodied bandages stated before slamming the Doom Marine into the ground, which was made of the same stuff he saw in hell, except this place had much more skulls than actual hallways. Unfazed, the Doom Marine stood up only to see a single space marine walking towards him, the only difference being that his armor was blood red and gold, his armor also protruding with uneeded amounts of spikes, while the marine's helmet possessed what looked like flat horns. Honestly this made the Doom Marine laugh at how aesthetically well it went with the armor, and the fact that they just looked stupid as fuck.

"For Khorne!" The space marine yelled as he ran at the Doom Marine with his bolt pistol raised while his other hand was holding a chainaxe. The Doom Marine didn't even waste his time to pull out any weapons before catching both wrists of the space marine before the Doom Marine smashed his head into the space marine's helmet, causing the marine's face to cave in like a bowl.

"Well Doom Slayer, prove your worthiness against my own warriors made from space marines! Berserkers! Make his blood run across the warp!" Khorne yelled as more Khornate Berserkers appeared as their chainaxes roared before they also roared as they charged at the Doom Marine.

The Chaos Gods watched on in boredom at first as the Doom Marine STRUGGLED a bit against the sheer numbers of Khornate Berserkers at first, but he soon began to match their offensive power. The Doom Marine dodged a chain axe thrust before grabbing the wrist of the berserker and pulled him so that the chainaxe went through another berserker that was about to attack the Doom Marine from behind. The Chaos Gods' (specifically Khorne) expressions turned into intensity as the Doom Marine slayed every single enemy sent at him. They even ran the risk of sending one of their expendable demon princes at him, but that didn't even slow him down from his rampage. And for what felt like mere minutes, but was in fact days, the Chaos Gods had lost an unreasonable amount of traitor marines to the Doom Marine.

"You prove quite a capable warrior, Doom Slayer, and your lust for blood fills my old heart with joy!" Khorne spoke as the other Chaos Gods simply watched the debacle in front of them.

"Now, I offer you a reward in the form of a choice for passing my trial to you." Khorne said as he opened his palm just a few feet in front of the Doom Marine. A bright, red, ball of light soon appeared as the symbol of Khorne floated in front of him.

"Join me in endless servitude and relish in battle to become a demon prince of my own! The endless slaughter and blood enough to cover reality itself!" Khorne cheered as the Doom Marine rolled his eyes.

"Or, I shall spare you, and you face whatever fate awaits you from the Imperium of Mankind and the stupid Anathema." Khorne finished as the Doom Marine remained silent before his silent message prompt came up.

"Fuck you." The other three Chaos Gods laughed as the Doom Marine's response was unexpected by the blood god.

"Fine. Have fun and I hope we meet again when you're ready to join us!" Khorne said as he picked up the Doom Marine before a warp portal opened in front of him. The blood god proceeded to throw the Doom Marine through it, but had noticed just enough to see that the Doom Marine had both his middle fingers raised and pointed at him before the portal closed.

"I hope that little cutie doesn't like blood, but rather, the pleasure of combat and battle!" Slaanesh, "The Prince of Pleasures," or rather, the it, said in a mischievous tone.

"I want to squash that little bug beneath my feet." Nurgle, Chaos God of dysentery and all other "fun" diseases, answered.

"You don't even have any feet. Or do you?" Tzeentch, Chaos God of Change (?) retorted.

Location Unknown, Time Unknown

"What the fuck is that!?" A space marine donning yellow and orange armor yelled as the other people present in the open loading area for Legiones Astartes thunderhawks were landing. Soon enough, the Doom Marine was flung out of the portal before crashing back first into a thunderhawk, causing it to crater in from the side.

"A being of Chaos!" The space marine, an astartes of the Imperial Fists legion, yelled as the other space marines from other legions raised their weapons at the Doom Marine as he peeled out of the thunderhawk's side before landing face first on the ground.

"Stand down!" A voice yelled as an astartes of the Emperor's Children legion was running towards him. The Doom Marine slowly stood up as he was approaching before noticing how the space marine was the same one that had received a chain axe to his shoulder.

"Why would we, especially you, Saul, trust this Chaos… thing! In the midst of this… this… Heresy!?" The Imperial Fist asked as he kept his bolter raised and pointed at the Doom Marine.

"Because he was our savior on Istvaan III, and not only us, but his rampage saved loyalists from both traitor and loyalist legions as well." Saul responded.

"And if you trust him, how can we know that you're not corrupted either!?" The Imperial Fist asked as he aimed his bolter at Saul before feeling a tap on his shoulder. The Imperial Fist's face was then met by the Doom Marine's fist *heh*. If this didn't the astartes in his place, the Doom Marine sat on the chest of the knocked out astartes whilst menacingly his double-barreled shotgun laid atop his lap, causing the other Imperial Fists to be confused at the current exchange.

"If he was corrupted, why and how could he have been sent here!? He could have just as easily joined the traitors and decide not to help us!" Saul yelled as the other astartes lowered their weapons slowly.

"It's good to see you again my friend… Argh!" Saul greeted the Doom Marine before clutching his shoulder area before seeing blood trickle of a bullet hole near his already wrecked shoulder. The Doom Marine quickly took Saul's better arm over his shoulder before helping him walk to a building that Saul pointed to, which was marked by a symbol of a vertical column of intertwined red diamonds with what looked like wings on the column's sides.

"So tell me, now that you're "speaking", what's your purpose here?" Saul asked as the apothecary took off the pauldron covering Saul's wounded shoulder before going forth with surgery.

"To… kill demons?" The Doom Marine asked as the answer to the captain's question was a bit too complicated than he liked.

"Well at least you're on our side. The men who you indirectly saved with your intervention on Istvaan III want to meet you. Honestly, we would've all been dead if it wasn't for you." Saul stated as he grit his teeth as the apothecary continued with the surgery as quickly as he could manage. After a few more bits of conversation, the surgery was done surprisingly as a tech marine proceeded to reattach the pauldron back onto Saul's armor before he slowly sat upright.

"Try not to get into combat too soon if possible. The chainaxe wound will make your arm weaker if you don't let it recover after a day or two." The apothecary said as Saul slowly stood up and motioned for the Doom Marine to follow him.

"The survivors of Istvaan III actually want to meet you." Saul said as the 69 survivors of the betrayal as they were curious to see the cause behind the traitor's forces disarray that led to their ability to escape.

"So, you're the person, who was responsible for holding those bastard traitors off?" A Death Guard loyalist asked as the Doom Marine merely responded by nodding. However, there was a different question going through the loyalists minds as the Doom Marine had learned after extracting information from a computer within the facility he had awaken in.

"What will become of us!?" A loyalist Thousand Sons marine asked loudly as the other loyalists of the traitor legions began to ask themselves the same thing.

"Silence brothers!" Saul's voice echoed through the hangar as the astartes quickly shut up. He then pointed to the Doom Marine as the demon slayer had gotten an extremely ludicrous idea that would definitely make even Tzeentch ALMOST confused.

"What would you all say, if we formed our own legion!?" The Doom Marine's message prompt read as it tried to express yelling. Even Saul was a bit surprised at the Doom Marine's suggestion.

"Impossible! The legions are led only by the glorious sons of the Emperor, and surely he would not approve of it!" A loyalist astartes retorted with the harsh truth.

"Ah, but that is exactly what we need." A voice said solemnly as the astartes were in awe before taking a knee in front of a man wearing massive golden armor. While Saul also took a knee, the Doom Marine raised an eyebrow as he merely stood up in the presence of the unneededly large-armored man.

"I assume you're the one who saved these loyalists?" The man asked as the Doom Marine nodded.

"Well then I have a proposition for you. Rise, marines." The Emperor said as they all obeyed and rose in unison. He then turned to the Doom Marine and looked straight into his visor.

"The defense of Terra and the Golden Palace stands above all else, and my son, the Warmaster, Horus… must be killed to halt the spread of heresy amongst the Imperium. However, I need not different forces that fight for the Imperium, but a group that specializes in combatting Chaos. If anything, these loyalists only solidifies my trust in them to form this group." The Emperor states as the Doom Marine narrowed his eyes beneath his helmet.

"So I ask of you, so-called 'Doom Slayer', will you take control of this space marine legion?" The Emperor asked as Saul stayed on one knee but slightly turned his head to look up at the still-stoic Doom Marine. A perfect minute of silence passed before the Doom Marine's prompt appeared with a question typed upon it.

"I have one condition." The Doom Marine's prompt read as the Emperor raised an eyebrow.

"What is it then?"

"You will never interfere with us. We do will not be limited by you, but rather, my own set expectations. The Imperial Truth will not stop us and you will not let anyone declare us as what you call 'heretics'. The Adeptus Mechanicus will not stop us and you will not let them declare us as 'hereteks'. And, if you want us to fight, then you must not expect to answer your every whim." The Doom Marine's prompt read as the Emperor nodded slowly.

"Fine, but no that I will not help you directly. You are on your own." The Emperor stated as the Doom Marine nodded once.

"Now what will your legion be called?"

"Night sentinels?" The Doom Marine's message prompt read as the Emperor shook his head.

"No, it is already bad enough that that edgy son of mine, Konrad, has betrayed us and is known as the Night Lords. I don't want more night-related legions." The Emperor shot down the name immediately with his response.

"M'lord, Doom Marine, may I suggest a name?" A voice asked as Saul had his face raised to look at them both.

"Speak." The Emperor responded.

"How about the Doom Slayers?"

A/N: I don't really care much as this gets worse, I just want to enjoy writing this.