Okay, after a rather long hiatus I've decided to post the second chapter as a way to gauge if there is any interest in continuing this.

Also, note I've decided to change the title from ''Devourer'' to the Herald. As this story is more about Galactus's herald than Galactus's himself.

Reviews and comments are welcomed.


''The hunger grows Herald. Go!'' said the pillar of creation.

Agmar knelt before the great worldship of Galactus. In his short time as the Cosmic Destroyer's Herald he had seen many wonder held in that immense worldship. Galactus as he learned was quite possibly the oldest creation in the cosmos, an abstract concept of creation itself. Artifacts from billions of years ago where stored in that worldship. Agmar could have spend an entirety just marveling at those things.

But no, he had a job to do.

''Yes my lord.'' He bowed and took flight into the depths of space, leaving the immense worldship behind. Above he opened up a portal through hyperspace and flew through. Agmar still marveled at the immense cosmic abilities he had gained as a result of Galactus's gift.

As a young boy he had always dreamed of flying, not on a craft, but like a bird would. He had used specialized variants of jump packs to achieve a state of semi-flight, but nothing like this. He could travel at speeds that would leave even the fastest Eldar star fighters in the dust. The stars were as open to him as any mortal might have taking a jog.

His own destructive powers where immense. He had tested them out when leading his new master to a new world to feast upon. Cosmic bolts capable of going through the thickest tank armor like paper, the ability to manipulate gravity, magnetism and the elements, the ability to transmute elements….

The last one had been the trickiest to master, rearranging molecules was still new to him. He had first been amazed when he transfigured water into recaf. It was of poor quality, but still it amazed him. He had no idea of what limits he was capable of and the truth he was rather scared to find out what would happen if he truly cut loose. He knew Galactus was immeasurably more powerful than he was, but even Agmar had never seen Galactus use anything more than a tiny fraction of his might.

Currently, he had to feed the World Devourer. He had spent only a short time in Galactus's service, but already he had fed him several worlds, all of them xenos or heretical planets. Agmar discovered he generally had about a month before Galactus wished to feed once more.

The entire galaxy's worth of planets were his to choose from. In a way Agmar held power over Galactus, choosing his meals. Truthfully the only thing Galactus cared about was the hunger. It gave Agmar a sense of pride knowing what position he had.

But Agmar was not stupid. He knew full well Galactus could squash him like an insect of he ever dared to rebel.

But now it was time to choose a world.

Agmar exited from the wormhole in the middle of the Charadon system. Before him was a murky green world. Charadon, the capital planet of the sector that bore the same name. Millennia ago Charadon had been an Imperial sector, before the orks had overrun it in unprecedented numbers.

By the 41st Millennium, the Charadon sector was infested with orks so deeply that not even a full-scale Imperial Crusade could remove them in the foreseeable future. Of the countless billions upon billions of orks warriors, only one held prominence over the greenskin orks, the so-called Arc-Arsonist of Charadon, a title claimed by whoever was the most powerful ork chieftain at the time.

The ork empire in Charadon was easily one of the largest on the Eastern Fringe and a thorn to Imperial interests in that area. It lay close to the realm of the Ultramarines and periodically the sons of Roboute Guilliman would launch assaults to slay any potential leaders that might start an outwards Waaaggh! into Imperial space. For centuries the scions of Ultramar did their best to destabilize the ork hordes.

But now that would no longer be necessary.

The Arch-Arsonist was the chief link in this ramshackle ork empire. Remove him and his capital and the uncounted greenskin hordes would have to turn upon one another in the chaos and anarchy that would follow.

And it was of course quite fortunate that Charadon was a life-supporting world, suitable for Galactus's hunger.


Agmar sped through the darkness of space at faster-than-light speeds, his cosmically-altered eyes making out the forms of crude orks warships hung over the planet. The largest of them appeared to spot him quickly. Agmar moved in closely.

For a moment Agmar admired the sheer size and power of the ork vessel, despite it's crude construction. Then he felt a stinging sensation. After a moment he realized it was the point defense weapons of the ship that where shootinghim.

Weapons that could shot down an enemy bomber or torpedo where useless against his cosmic hide. For a moment Agmar again marveled at the changes wrought upon him before he smiled and flew in quickly.

This is where the fun begins….he thought

He raised his hands and formed a spike of cosmic power, tearing through a section of the immense ork warship. Agmar was like an ant next to a mountain, but the Power Cosmic flared against the ship's void shields for a moment before it broke through the ship's armor itself. A massive wound was torn in the side of the ork warship as Agmar flew into the gaping hold, calmy flying through a ramshackle hallway. Scores of orks were tossed into the screaming void as he passed by, Agmar hardly giving them a second glance.

Another flex of power and Agmar blasted down a bulkhead, then another as he descended into the belly of the ship until at last he hovered in the engine room of the ork warship. Alarms flared as the emergency bulkheads tried to close off the ship form the void. Putrid smoke shrouded a chaotic workplace of engines and ship systems as hundreds of orks looked up at him.

There was a cry of shock and alarm as Agmar saw an ork lift up a heavy stubber and open fire.

Seconds later the rest of the orks followed suit. Tens of thousands of shoota rounds impacted against Agmar, he hardly felt any of it. For a moment Agmar raised his hands and contemplated what he would do.

Yes, that would work. He thought.

He focused his power again and after several moments of concentration, superheated the air in the crowed chamber to near volcanic heights. Agmar smiled in cruel glee as hundreds of orks literally melted before his eyes.

A flash of glowing light appeared in his hands as he hurled a bolt of cosmic force deep into the innards of the ork ship, tearing apart the main engine drives of the ork cruiser and reducing the main propulsion systems into molten slag.

''Ave Imperator.'' The Herald smiled grimly as he turned and flew out of the doomed ship.

A hour later the combined fleet of the Arch-Arsonist lay in shattered ruins above the planet. Agmar hovered in the depths of space, arms crossed as he watched the shattered, useless hulks drift helplessly.

The orks where a hardly race, but when you cut the life support and power supply of each ship then each cruiser became quite useless. Agmar's enhanced vision tracked the forms of thousands of dead orks floating in the void, an entire fleet devastated by his mig-

Then a flash of pain filled his senses as he found himself spiraling down into the atmosphere of the planet. After a moment Agmar realized he had been shot at by the defenses on the ground. After he recovered his dazed senses he realized it was probably a anti-ship missile from the ground defenses.

He stopped for a moment. He just survived a weapon designed to kill a battle cruiser. He knew he was resilient, but this…

He dismissed the notions from his mind. Can't get preoccupied, I really have no desire to test out my durability against anymore orbital defenses, best take them out quickly.

Quickly, the former Inquisitor calculated where the ionic trail of the missile led and flew towards it's launch point. In less than a minute he was flying over the skies of the massive ork city, it was a ramshackle nightmare of accumulated scrap, like a vast junkyard masquerading as a city. The stench was beyond anything Agmar had ever experienced.

Below him where uncounted numbers of orks. Weapons fire hit him from anti-air batteries. Agmar responded by melting them down into their foundations. With that finished, he summoned his powers once more and turned himself into a walking flamer. Silver flames billowed out from his hands.

That silver fire incinerated countless orks in the streets as Agmar flew over the ork city. The Herald heard ork screams as he incinerated them by the thousands in the packed confines of the city. Above more orks swarmed around what appeared to be orbital cannons and their defenses. A force shield was thrown up to stop the attacks as Agmar redirected his powers once more.

He pointed a finger and a torrent of silver fire engulfed the orbital defenses. Agmar watched with glee as the orks were incinerated in the cosmic flames. He had fought alongside the Sororitas and witnessed their glee at incendiary weapons in smiting the foes of the Emperor. Only if they could see him now.

Ork fighters descended from the sky, firing autocannons and missiles at him. He turned and joined them in the air, flying at incredible speeds as he fired bolts of energy and blew them out of the sky, one after another.

Agmar hovered above the burning city below. He was elated by this power he possessed. These orks had been a thorn in the Imperial side long enough. Now it was time to end them. He thought of what he would do to them. Burn them? Hadn't he already done that? Take control of the molecules in the air and flash freeze the remains of the city? He was tempted. Just blow up the entire city into rubble?

Finally he decided on a course of action. Almost absentmindedly he sent the signal to Galactus, a pulse of power to catch the World Devourer's attention over countless lightyears away.

Then, he went to work on the city.

He brought his hands above his head and began to create a vast electromagnetic storm. Dark clouds gathered and whirled above the city as gale force winds snuffed out the flames below. Forks of lightning struck downwards, ripping apart entire sections of said city with the force of penetrator missiles.

Entire chunks of the city where simply blasted away by the force of said storm, most of the remaining orks being caught up by the winds and destroyed by the vast bolts of energy pounding the city itself.

Except for one spot, a massive fortress still standing stubbornly, Agmar looked it over as he landed before it. He reached out, feeling the rippling energy of the void shields that where installed there. It was obviously the warlord's own palace.

He chuckled and reinforced his fists with the Power Cosmic.

He then punched the void shield again and again, the shields groaning under his concentrated assault, the immense energy of his fists slowly weakening the shields with each blow until the shields finally failed.

Immediately hundreds of heavy shootas and rockets blasted at him. A shimmering green force field came into existence as Agmar protected himself. Dust and smoke whipped across the ruined city, but when it cleared their stood Agmar, unharmed beneath his field. Agmar raised his arms and suddenly the temperature of the place dropped dramatically. Hundreds of orks screamed in pain as ice climbed over their limbs. In less than four seconds most of the outer fortress was abruptly flash frozen. Agmar flew up to the battlements and inspected an ork incased in a block of ice. A single swing of his fist shattered the ork into individual chunks of ice.

Agmar smiled and leaned out battlements and walked on.


He received a warm welcome the moment he blasted his way into the ork throne room.

''I've gotcha now shiny humie! Get him boyz!'' a truly massive ork shouted. The Arch-Arsonist of Charadon was fully twice the twice of a normal ork and practically the size of an Astartes Dreadnought, and armed almost as thick. He was clad in a massive clanking suit of power armor decorated with clan markings and trophies from various races. Bloodied helms belonging to the Ultramarines chapter clanked against his thick armor. His face was covered in self-inflicted burn scars, transforming his green skin into brown lumpy patches of flesh. One arm was a massive claw with a crackling energy field.

Agmar looked around, seeing a dozen ork bodyguards armed similarly to him, each with suits of crude power armor scavenged from dead Ultramarines, power claws, massive chainaxes or captured bolters and flamers. Each was a war-scarred veteran of a hundred battles against rival orks, tyranids and the Ultramarines themselves. Of all the orks on the planet they were the strongest after the Warboss himself.

To the Herald, who had the Power Cosmic, they where insects.

Agmar simply stood their as a bodyguard reared up and hit him with a power claw. Normally said field would be sufficient to carve through Astartes grade power armor, but Agmar felt only an uncomfortable pressure as the claws closed around his neck.

Bringing a hand to the chest of the ork he promptly blasted most of the ork away, leaving only a severed arm flopping to the ground. He leapt up in the air, his form glowing with cosmic power as he smiled.

''You are all going to die, xenos filth.''

With that he superheated the orks heavy armor to the point where screaming orks writhed in molten suits. It was a slow, agonizing death that Agmar was in no mood to shorten, after all these where just xenos.

''I'LL MOUNT YER SKULL FOR THAT HUMIE!'' almost two tons of enraged ork and power armor came crashing down at Agmar who simply blew off each of the limbs almost clinically, like a surgeon

''Useless. What a bad joke.'' He sneered as the ork howled in agony and rage. Agmar casually then blew out the roof to the throne room, letting the light shine into the formerly dimly lit place. Then with some manipulation of the gravitational force of the universe, he lifted the ork out of the fortress.

He did so slowly and carefully over the curse of the Arch-Arsonists. Destructive powers he had mastered, but the use of gravitational forces was something he had just started to make inroads to. Eventually he brought the cursing ork into the air above his fortress.

''Do you see that ork?'' Agmar pointed to the form of a massive silver pillar descending from the heavens, the great form of Galactus walked down and began to assemble his energy converter.

''That is the death of worlds, your armageddon of sorts. Now, from looking aboard the computers aboard Galactus's worldship, every race views Galactus differently, in an effort to understand the enormous complexity of the entity before them. I wonder how you see him ork?'' Agmar asked.

He received only a howl of rage in return.

''I see then, well, I must be off, I have duties as a Herald to perform, enjoy what little time you have left.'' Agmar saluted mockingly and released the helpless ork into the ruined city below before he flew off.


Above Charadon Agmar watched as the world completed its last moments of life. At last the planet began to crack apart as its very life essence was sucked away to feed Galactus. Eventually the planet itself simple exploded.

Agmar of course had flown a safe distance away to observe the event as he had done so many times before. In the minutes beforehand he had defended his master while Galactus had completed his converter and began the process to suck the world dry. Tens of thousands of nearby orks had hurled themselves at him and he annihilated them all. Entire mechanized warbands of bikes and tanks destroyed, even several gargants had proved a momentary hindrance before he reduced them to molten slag.

Eventually once all immediate resistance in the areas had visited ceased, he had flown into orbit to observe the last moments of Charadon. After that was completed he quickly flew to the side of his master aboard the worldship.

Galactus was sitting on his throne, with his hunger now sated. Abruptly Agmar felt the worldship shift as he flew off into an unknown destination among the stars. Agmar approached the Cosmic Destroyer cautiously, head bowed low.

''You have brought me a great bounty this time Herald. I sense you wish to speak to me. You may do so.'' Galactus said simply.

Agmar licked his lips. Evidently Galactus was in a good mood.

''If I am correct you should be fed well for a month at least. I request some private time my lord. A chance to spread my wings to speak and visit the wonders of the galaxy.'' Agmar said. Galactus was silent for a moment.

''Your request is granted. But do not forget your duties in the end Herald.'' Galactus warned him.

''Yes my master, I am deeply thankful for your generosity.'' Agmar bowed and then took flight. Behind him Galactus's worldship slowly disappeared from sight as he accelerated. On some level it irked him to kowtow to the great entity, but for the price of powers such as these that kind of action was well worth it.

As Agmar flew through the depths of space, he began to think of what he should do next. He effectively had the next few weeks off. Finding a planet in that time would not be hard. He now had a large amount of time to do whatever he wanted.

He had the entire Imperium to explore-no scratch that, an entire galaxy to explore. The possibilities where dizzying to him.

But then a new thought came to mind. Exploration could wait. He had incredible powers at his command, powers that could be used to help the beleaguered Imperials across the breadth of the galaxy.

Yes, he knew his goals now.

In the distance, a being watched the silver herald disappear from sight. He watched, hidden in the shadow of a nearby asteroid. It had taken great pains to mask itself from the gaze of Galactus and his Herald for the time being.

The entity was old, older than the race of humanity itself. It had drank the lifeblood of stars and devoured entire civilizations. It was one of the last few intact members of its kind. It had known of Galactus when it was young. Once his race attempted to devour Galactus and take his Power Cosmic for themselves.

Those who tried where annihilated and the C'tan kept their distance from the Devourer of Worlds ever since.

This was indeed an interested development, the Deceiver stroked is chin in thought. Yes, he could indeed use this to his advantage…..