Fallen Knight

Disclaimer: I don't own Ranma ½ or Warhammer 40.000… I just own this little story, and all the things in it, which probably never have been done, since nobody really tries not to make Ranma into a devout follower of the God Emperor himself… then again, I am known for being extremely random in the way that I conduct my business…


Chaos cultists


Ranma looked at the way that the other classmates were behaving, and seemed to feel like he was left out. He saw them be friends, while they stayed away from him, making close to no contact with him out of fear for being attacked like he was just for being friends with him. He knew that most of them seemed to have an aversion to him because of his curse, and most guys also strayed out of her way when she was turned into a female by cold water. There would be something that would make it harder for her to turn female, but then again, it did get her out of some tricky situations at times. He smiled softly as he knew that there would be more things to be done soon, the idea of him being able to turn male or female at will being in his mind for a moment, the idea never fading from his conscious thought.

He looked at Hiroshi and Daisuke, both of which seemed to have big black circles under their eyes, like they had been suffering from a lack of sleep. There seemed to be something about them, something that seemed to make him come to them. He could feel how their ki seemed to be warping and twisting, and wanted to know more about it. "Hey guys, is everything alright?"

Hiroshi looked at the sacrifice to the Gods, asking them if everything was alright. "Yes, everything is fine, Ranma-kun. Would you like to assist us with something after school? It's a project we're working on, so we need someone strong to help us out a little bit to lift some stuff.' Please be so gullible as to allow yourself to come with us… Ranma seemed to think about it for a moment then replied to their question, his voice being somewhat apprehensive. "I guess I could help you out a bit, if you need to do some heavy lifting…" Hiroshi smiled, their sacrifice would be ready for the Chaos Gods.

Ranma didn't see too much into the smile that came on Hiroshi's face, thinking it to be a smile of gratitude. He smiled at them and said; "Its alright buddy, I'll help ya out…" Hiroshi and Daisuke shared a look and then gave a giggle at exactly the same time.

In their home universe, Nurgle was overseeing the conversation between their possible future champion and the fools who would allow him to be marked with their mark… he could already feel the plague creeping within the Champion's body, as they would all give him a test, to see if he was worthy. He would have to choose one of them to follow, or else be cast away in favor of a better champion…

Tzeentch seemed to think about the new champion for a bit, deciding that with the curse that was on the champion, there could be a lot of new plans to be hatched, taking into account every little bit of the curse that would change the body. It smiled as it realized that this would be the perfect being to be made into its champion.

Khorne hadn't formed an opinion of his champion, being busy with making the mortal known as Kharn the Betrayer into one of his favored, and dismissing the newly selected Champion as dismissible…

Slaanesh took a moment of pause to gaze upon Ranma's form, a plan hatching into its mind that it would need to get to know its newest champion a lot better on a personal level…

Ranma sneezed pretty loudly, drawing the attention of most people in the class, including Akane, who glowered at him. Hinako-sensei looked at him, trying to determine whether he was doing that on purpose or if he just was sick for a little bit…

Ranma looked at the teacher, trying to determine if she were about to punish him for his sneezing by sucking out his energy or if she would dismiss it as just a sneeze. She shook her head and said; " next time try to keep it down a bit, Saotome-kun." Ranma nodded to her, and she went on with the class, which was about home appliances and how they could be used to make life easier. Ranma found himself being interested in them, since he knew that Akane couldn't take care of the house, with Kasumi doing all of the housework, making it pretty easy for Akane to simply do the cooking, while Kasumi was otherwise occupied. The concoctions that Akane made were pretty disgusting, he had to admit, and they all watched HIM eat them while THEY didn't want to eat them, because they had been vile enough to make him gag…

The anger blossomed within his chest, causing him to feel a thickening haze of anger at everyone in the surroundings, it being quite intimidating, as a blood red aura sprung upo around him, his eyes narrowed, staring at the board, looking at the small notes that Hinako-sensei was making.

Kinako could feel eyes on her, and when she turned around she could feel the aura of Ranma's anger blast against her face in full force. He seemed to be radiating anger like a star which had exploded, it being thick and suffocating, and when she looked into his eyes, she could see the cold and calculating anger take a hold of him. "Saotome-kun, please stop doing that." Ranma looked at her, quirked an eyebrow and then sighed, his anger dissipating suddenly, like something else had been siphoning it off.

Khorne could feel the rage within the boy suddenly die down and was disappointed by the fact that the child seemed to have been able to cool down so fast. Though, the idea of having more then one measure of increasing the child's rage seemed to appeal to him, though it would be unwise to implement right now. The child would see reason soon enough, since they would be visiting him once their servants seemed to have brought him to the altar.

Ranma watched his teacher, feeling a bit put out that his anger seemed to have been suppressed, the manner in which it had suddenly disappeared being increasingly suspicious for him, making him feel a bit of strangeness, and hoping that it would not harm him too badly.

Hiroshi watched as their sacrifice seemed to feel angry, grinning as he held a charm to increase anger within one, a perfect gift for the Blood God. There would be Ranma's blood on the altar, to imbue them with the power of the Chaos Gods. They would become more powerful then any of those martial artists who smacked them around, to make them follow their rules.

Ranma waited for the two to lead him to the house where he was supposed to do some heavy lifting for them, watching as they came from class, both wearing identical looks of gratitude, though if one looked closer, you could see that they both were looking at him like he was a means to an end.

Ranma just followed, the two being one of his few friends who hadn't tried to harm him yet, so he did want to be kind to them. When they came to Hiroshi's house, the two cultists were almost done with formulating their plan. Hiroshi smiled and said; "Just follow me to my room…"

Ranma did so, interested in what they were about to make him do. When he entered the room, he froze for a moment, looking at the strange altar that stood to one side of the room, runic symbols inscribed upon the surface of it, an eight pointed star on the altar denoting Chaos. Ranma could feel a certain attraction to the altar, and he walked towards it into a daze, looking at the star as it seemed to swirl around for a moment, making him feel a bit of a head ache at the moment as the star seemed to be illuminated for a moment, until he could feel a sharp pain in his side, and when he looked at the pained area, making note of the blood that was dripping from it. "Mighty Chaos gods, accept this sacrifice and grant us your power! Tzeentch, Slaanesh, Khorne and Nurgle, Accept this Sacrifice! Grant us your power!"

The Chaos Gods looked at the act of their cultists, a hint of anger going through them, as they saw a chance to corrupt their chosen champion with a little bit of their magic. "Now is the time." Tzeentch whispered to all of them as they focused their powers, a joint effort not seen before, the blood that was pouring out of Ranma's side onto the altar acting as the medium, causing the star on the altar to glow with an unearthly light…

Ranma lost consciousness as he could feel the energy building within him, and suddenly a thought about countless possibilities occurred to him, a feeling of rage washing over him, a feeling of lethargy making its way over his body, indescribable pleasure wracking through his body, staining his pants with an emission of semen due to the ungodly pleasure…

Ranma the Chaos Chosen had been made, and he was still clinging to his values in life of not killing…

Beware Ranma beware… Khorne's test is next…


Well, since today is my birthday (December 5th) I have to tell everyone to enjoy it, and hope everyone likes this…

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