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DOOM X WARHAMMER 40K: PRIMAL RAGE
CH.1. NEW BEGINNINGS
SOMEWHERE IN THE UNIVERSE IN AN UNKNOWN WORLD
"Tell me… have you nothing to say to your creator… before you strike him down?" the unknown figure growled in defiance.
This being, a primordial with immense power, wearing a crimson red, but heavily battered power armor, forged in the pits of the unknown. On his left hand he carried a bright red energy sword. The Dark Crucible. Only one being in existence ever wielded such power. The Dark Lord known as Davoth, the first of Fallen, the first ever God of Hell, the first ever Chaos God. He wields unrivaled power, strength, physic ability, knowledge, and rage. A being so great universes, dimensions, and streams of time, space, and reality fell upon his wake of war. A war that spilled the deaths of centillions. His foul and unholy demon armies,feasting on the souls of the damned. All in the name of the Dark One. Yet, for all his might, his demon armies that numbered so high it is nigh uncountable. He feared only one being. A being so ancient that time itself forgot his name. But we do know something for certain. His burning rage, his deeds that echoed for the denizens of the multiverse, especially in Hell, but most of all we know what his allies and enemies alike know him the most. His title, Doom Slayer.
Another being strode forward menacingly while discarding his helmet. His immense might, strength that surpasses even the Dark Lord himself, and unbridled rage seeped out of him that his mere presence and aura alone can freeze any foul creature to be on their wretched knees. That being was the Doom Slayer.
As the Dark Lord finished stating his last words the Doom Slayer unsheathed his wrist blade that was being carried on his left gauntlets. His response was well…
"No."
He struck him at the chest with where his power core was located with such unadulterated rage. As the Slayer stepped back the Dark Lord looked upon the sky and all his terrible cursed demonic power exited from head and all was heard from him was a dark screeching noise of his terrible power leaving. In almost in an instance, all of demon kind evaporated from the very existence of the materium that wasn't located still in the deep bowels of hell. The Dark Ones soul separated and levitated above his dreaded corpse and in a blinding light it self-destructed itself and its power was felt dissipating to the universe. However instead of being reduced to nothingness the power of the Dark One instead all gathered back up and in one last act of defiance surged to the power. As fate would have it, all of demon kind slain by the Slayer, he would in turn absorbed their power and us it for is own. No exceptions, not even him, Davoth, The Dark Lord, The Dark One, the first ever Chaos God.
As the power of the Dark One was being absorbed into his own, the Slayer crashed down to both knees and cried out to the heavens with great agony. The same heaven that sold its soul to the wretched for the pursuit of even greater powers they themselves did not deserve and was rightfully brought down by none other than the Slayer himself. As the power slowly dissipated and fully merged with the Slayer his agony also dissipated. As he kneeled he looked upon his hands and slowly, but surely curled his fingers around his hand to make a fist he finally realized something. The war, his Great Crusade that he waged upon all of Demon kind for eons on end. He has finally done it. He won. Even Davoth's last pathetic attempt at corrupting the Slayer with soul failed. For he is incorruptible. He always was and always will be. But as the euphoria was beginning to swell upon him he started to lose his consciousness. As he was fighting to stave off his ever so growing unconsciousness a whisper could be heard yet unheard.
"By his hand, all things were made… even you."
For all his might, fight as he may, he was losing. In one instance he was kneeling in an empty arena filled with blood and fire, the next he was once again entombed in another sarcophagus by three Angels. The Angel of Death, Azrael, on his left, the Angel of Life, the Archangel Metatron,on his right and last but certainly not least the Seraphim of the Father, Samur Maykr, formerly known as Samuel Hayden, in the middle. As the tomb was slowly encasing him mystic and ancient incantations were slowly being sung by the angels, Samur prophised.
"From dusk till dawn, from the unspeakable nights of horror arises and all of Hell returns to the universe, then and only then will you, the Doom Slayer, will awaken to cast upon your righteous fury to the wretched abominations of Hell and Chaos. Only then, but for now you will rest. For when the need arises, you will Rip and Tear, Until it is Done."
When the tomb fully enclosed upon the Slayer a blinding light of unimaginative power exploded from the tomb. An explosion so great the three Angels had to brase upon the very earth itself. The power seeped into the entire multiverse itself and one fell swoop destroyed it. Only the ones with great power held or the ones blessed by the Slayers power itself wasn't part of the greatest purge of all life. Even then, the ones that did survive were turned into monsters with immense power and psychic energy. Especially the ones that stood right at the epicenter of the explosion. Their flesh turned into atomic gasses that merged into the very materium of the universe. All that's left were beings with great power with no physical bodies. They were Angels no more. No, they were turned into something else. They were the first C'tan. The C'tan fled from the planet and as they flew farther and farther away, they sealed the planet. Now shrouded in an impenetrable orb of dark energy and magic. No being whether alive or dead was allowed to enter, except for one way and one way only. They must find the tear the C'tan left just in case they were in the need to awaken the Slayer once more, but the way to do it is complicated beyond belief and only the C'tan only know how to get there. For this day was now known to all as the Big Bang and here, at its epicenter, the lone world still left in the universe was now known as the center of the universe. The Slayers energy that escaped him turned the barren universe now teaming with new worlds and stars. This energy was now known as the Warp for his energy and his alone warped the very fabric of reality.
BILLIONS OF YEARS LATER
A lone figure stood in a dark and eerie room. The sounds of metal reverberating and echoing can be heard. A being made out of metal with no soul harboring its owner, at least at first glance. He heard the door behind him hiss. The being knew someone had entered its quarters and then with a snap of his fingers, the lights turned on.
"My King, we have pushed back the Old Ones and their armies away from our worlds." said the robot like being. When this being this fact, it's as if this being held no ounce of freewill. It's as if he had no soul left.
What we now know as a King slowly and menacingly turned around and faced this metallic monstrosity and uttered the words that will forever haunt those whoever heard it.
"Good, we, the Necrons will prevail from this War in Heaven and utterly annihilate the Old Ones and their pests they call an army, these perverted beings they call the Aeldari and the mindless brutes they call the Krorks. For I, The Silent King, Szarekh, deem it so. Go now, Trayzn, conquer and destroy those in your path and put those C'tan to use." The Silent King, Szarekh bellowed.
"As you wish my King." With that, Trayzn left.
As Trayzn left the lights once more turned off and the Silent King was once again alone. To ponder in his own thoughts. As the hours passed he heard a voice, whispers in the universe. He heard the prophecy of his people. He now knows what he must do. With this clarity he stormed out of his quarters and left to lead his people to victory. What he didn't hear was the laughter of beings from an ancient path, but those same beings didn't hear was a few words muttered by the Warp.
"RIP AND TEAR UNTIL IT IS DONE."