Chaos Comes to Remanent: Temple
Tzeentch smiled at her siblings as they arrived one by one in the clearing.
Khorne, her red leathers straining and creaking with the weight of the bronze axe strapped on her back, cursing and snarling as she walked into the clearing.
They gave each other a nod, recognizing that they would be partners for the foreseeable future, and would have to get along in this still mostly unknown world.
Nurgal, a small pair of rusted shears in hand periodically stopped to snip a parts of plants and bushes as she wandered into the clearing, her flail strapped to her hip, gave a cheery wave to both Khorne and Tzeentch before sitting with a regal decorum and a happy smile.
Finally Slannesh sauntered into the clearing with a saucy half smile on her face as she caressed her whip, already stained with a black ichor, with her slim fingers. She gave an appreciative smile to Nurgal who gave a half hearted smile back.
Tzeentch clapped her hands together and raised her voice slightly.
"Alright sisters," Nurgal sighed in frustration. "Lets figure out the tapestry we will weave for the future."
Khorne snorted.
"To simplify, who do we kill, who do we corrupt, and in what order."
Tzeentch nodded in good humor overlaying the slight irritation that she felt,
"In essence yes. But for now, cards on the table, who interests you after spending a night with them."
Slannesh spoke up first.
"The yellow haired brawler, Yang Xiao-Long, and the heiress Schnee are at the top of my list of potentials at the moment, the untapped potential in both of them…" Slannesh shivered in arousal as she continued. "The potential is almost limitless."
Khorne bared her teeth at Slannesh as she spoke next.
"I have a vested interest in the Xiao-Long girl, I also desire the Nikos spartan, her already developed combat potential is very interesting. I do also have some interest in Nora and her, eccentricities."
Nurgal patted the air in a calmingly in Khornes direction.
"Im sure you two can either learn to share or decide who the young sunny girl should go to. My interests currently are focused only on Ruby Rose, the girl with the silver eyes, I sense… something of note within her."
Tzeentch nodded in appreciation of talent over numbers.
"My interests are in Lie Ren, the male companion of Nora, I have a vested interest in Blake Belladonna, and a slight interest in the heiress, the Arc, and some interest in the Winchester boy as well."
Nods from the other three at the reasonable choices as Tzeentch continued speaking.
"We are allowed to tempt, but as soon as someone backs one of us, the rest immediately back off, fair?"
Nodding heads.
"Well, lets get to the temple then shall we?"
Scene Change
As the four sisters arrived at the temple, they arrived to find a fight already in progress as Blake, Yang, Weiss, and Ruby attempted to fight a death stalker the size of a plane.
Ignoring the ongoing fight they went quickly into the ruins and grabbed the first relics, or chess pieces as they discovered, that they could.
They grabbed a pair of queens, one white, one black. They then ran back to the battle to discover the retreating forms of the eight other students as they rushed to catch up they were greeted warmly, and not so warmly, by the time they were approaching a decaying stone structure built over a chasm so large, no one could see the bottom.
And they stopped as two Grim caught up. A huge Nevermore, and the same Deathstalker from before, hissing and clacking, flapping and cawing they came.
As the teams turned to confront the two aproaching monster as moan echoed from the chasm. A moan of pain and hatred that lasted through the ages and will continue until the stars themselves die.
But as quickly as moan came, it went, and a humanoid Grim clambered out of the chasm as though it had been waiting for their arrival.
It screamed, a wail full of hate and a promise of pain and charged the four sisters.
And so battles commenced as each team fought their respective demons.
Scene Break
Khorne screamed in rage as the humanoid figure blocked her axe strike with a single bone plated forearm.
The next scream that Khorne released was one of pain as the Grims other arm thudded into her side sending her crashing into ground. She spat out a glob of blood on the ground before rushing back into the fray with Nurgal and Slannesh, her semblance making her faster and stronger with every hit she dealt.
Nurgal, seeing the ineffectinvess of physical attacks quickly bit the inside of her then spat blood on the arm of the Grim, the arm quickly began bubbling and shifting, but the Grim took a single look at the arm before cutting it off in a blur of movement.
The four sisters looked as the severed arm disintegrated, the grim looked at the stump, wiggled it inquisitively a few times, before tensing and a large black tentacle erupted from the stump.
Turning back to the sisters, they could have sworn the thing winked at them before exploding into motion again, charging after Tzeentch with taloned feet.
Tzeentch frantically dodged and duck strike after strike, knowing that if she got hit, unlike Khorne or Nurgal who were Berserkers on the battlefield or Slannesh who actively took pleasure from pain she wouldn't be getting up again for quite a while.
Swiftly interposing herself in-between the rampaging Grim and Tzeentch Slannesh began striking the Grim with her crystal embedded whip in order to give Tzeentch the time she needed to start using her semblance to stack fate on their side and to start tripping up the Grim, using her own semblance to create dozens of phantoms striking at the eyes and ears of the Grim-beast with her whip, and desperately praying to herself that the poison on the whip would at least slow the creature down.
Of course she was still laughing in pleasure the entire time but thats an entirely different issue…
Once Tzeentch was able to put enough distance between herself and the Grim to start twisting fate using her Semblance the tide slowly began turning in the sisters favor, a lucky hit here, a strike passing underneath the guard there. The wounds on the beast began to accumulate slowly but surely, one after the other until the Grim was leaving puddles of black ichor.
They also had accumulated their fair share of injuries, Tzeentch sported scratches from rocks that had basically exploded from the ground whenever the things punches had connected with the earth. Nurgals left arm had been snapped by a lucky blow, but Nurgal had just grinned and snapped it back into place before continuing fighting. Khorne had a few broken ribs that were giving the bloodied berserker some issues breathing but she was so hopped up on adrenaline she couldn't feel them. Slannesh on the other hand…. Slannesh had broken both arms, her ribs, and her collarbone, her eyes a lite with a strange fire and along with her near fanatical battle craze she was still up and moving.
The Grim looked at them with what the sister would later swear was an exasperated look before it started breathing in great gusts of airs without pause, with each moment that the Grim breathed in it swelled.
The four sisters turned to look at each other and as one turned and ran as the Grim exploded in a shower of white bone fragments and black blood.
Omake
"Blood for the Blood God!"
"Skulls for the skull throne!"
"Wait, crap! All the skull are dissolving!"
"NNNNOOOOO!"
Authors Note
Hello all! Another chapter done. But before we address the comments a message from the authors.
We are each full time Students and Workers. We write fan fiction as a relaxing hobby that lets us connect with each other. That means we will sometimes get home at midnight and be posting chapters that we've just finished at 3 am, there is just not enough hours in the day for us to write huge chapter and stick to our schedule of updates because each one of us also writes two separate stories for Fanfiction. We just don't have enough hours in the day. However, we realize that the chapters have been getting smaller and less… polished lately so we will be making an effort in order to increase the lengths of the chapters we post.
This local service announcement was brought to you by an irritated trio of writers.
Now on to the Peanut Gallery!
As usual, oldest comments to most recent.
The Weeping Prophet: Ah, if only that were true! Maybe later though…
Snoogenz: The little one shot was just for you. And thanks for pointing out he misspell of Ren's name. Much appreciated.
Carre: 1. Thank you.
…. Keep you mind-ready thought to yourself.
3. As in my bad grammar? Because if so please point it out so I can make my story better. If your talking about yourself, don't even worry about it.
(Dramatic gasp). ONLY ONE!?
Dandaman5: Quite possible.
And as alway please R&R constructively if you would.
