ATTENTION! THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN REWRITTEN TO A BETTER QUALITY!

PLANET: CLASSIFIED

TYPE: HIVE WORLD

POPULATION: 300 BILLION SOULS

Out of all great heroes in the galaxy, one name rings with fire and steel, the name of the Hospitaller. A figure that only the Emperor knows and is equal with. A being who had seen the fall of great heroes and rise of Villians. The last of an ancient ordo that pre-date the Hospitaller. None know his name, none know his intent and none know his duty. In the Grimmdarkness of the 40k, he is the galaxy doctor and he shall extend his olive branch.

"Take cover!" a guardsman yelled before thrown away by a blast from a chaos artillery shell. By Terra's mounting tits, these bastards have fucking Basaliks! I grab my Vox"Oi Roland, get your men to take that bloody fucking artillery out!" no-reply "Roland do you copy!" after 2 minutes he hears a voice coming from the Vox.

"Sorry to report this sir but Lt. Roland is dead. This is Sergeant Kelvin." He responded in a tired voice, probably from all the marching we did before arriving

"Well then Sergeant, you have your fucken damn orders, TAKE OUT THOSE DAMN BASILISKS!" I yelled into the vox. It has been weeks since I've landed on this wretched planet because of some stupid cultists summoning a fuckton of demons and a fucken Demon lord! I absolutely hate Mondays.

"Captain, look up there!" One of my men shouted to me even though he was right damn next to me. As I look into the bleak sky, I see something that made my day: Drop pods.

"The Emperor protects!" we chanted as Space Marines came out of the pods. But what I saw was not just 1 chapter but 3: Ultramarines, Blood Ravens and Salamanders. Why so many, I wonder?

Never mind that. I turned to my men and ordered that they "Fix Bayonets!" I unsheath my bastard sword from my back. "Charge!" I ordered as my men charged towards the enemy line.

As we ran across the battlefield chaos machine guns open fired upon us. Many died around me. But for every man dead 20 more take his place. We are the tide that serves the Imperium of Man.

We smashed into enemy lines joining the space marines into battle. I decapitated a cultists head with my sword and gutted another in the belly. A salamander incinerated a path for my men as they rush through the gap. The Salamander did not notice a cultist behind him, holding what looks like an improvised grenade in his hands. I grabbed my knife and threw it at the cultist. It hit dead smack between the eyes. The Salamander looks behind him then towards me. "Now we're even, Salamander!" I shouted to him, he gave me a respectful nod and rejoined his brothers.

I took a look across the battle and saw something that filled me with dread, Chaos Space Marines and a Ravager-class titan. The Blood ravens focus on the titan while the Ultramarines deal with the chaos space marine. The Blood ravens used there jetpack to fly on top of the titan and, with force tore off the weapons on the machine. But unfortunately, it shoots its apocalypse missiles and kills at least 20 good men and two land raiders.

Chaos Space Marines open fire with their bolters as I dove into a foxhole. In the foxhole was a dead Ultramarine Terminator with it's right-hand holding a storm bolter and it's left-hand holding a broken chain sword. I grabbed the storm bolter with my hidden Warp powers and opened fire open them. They did not realise I was here until it was too late as I gave them my fury for my men's death. It holds them long enough that an assault Ultramarine lands into them with his power fist spewing out small sparks in hand. "DIE HERETIC!" He kills the chaos marine by hammering his head into his body like nail and wood. He then shot two other Chaos Marines with his bolter, aiming for the week spots in the joints and eye sensors. Now it was as the chaos marine bring out their power swords. The Ultramarine kills one with his bolter and punches another with his fist. The last one swings his blade downwards. In response, the Ultramarine grabs the sword with his power fist and shooting his bolter into the Chaos Marine. He would if the bolter did not run out of ammo. So with his free hand, the Chaos Marine punches the ultramarine in the face. They struggled a bit before the Chaos Marine pinned the Ultramarine to the ground and begun pounding him in the face. (A/N it's less gay than it sounds is.)

The Marine looked at me then bowed his head "Lord Hospitaller." he left to rejoin his company as I observe the now quiet battlefield, so many dead for a mile. I later learn that these Marines were sent by an Inquisitor who is on a lead that says a powerful device that can benefit the Imperium is on this planet. I really didn't care as long as my men were not affected. I open my flask to drink some peach tea.

Meanwhile...

A Death Corps of Kreig Soldier was on the back of a Chaos Space Marine hitting his head repeatedly with a swiss-army shovel, a Sargent from Cadia was pissing on a bloodthirster corpse and a Vostroyan eating his chocolate ration while sitting on a dead cultist with his Long-Las leaning on the head.

Somewhere on Terra...

The Emperor was watching over his old friend, remembering the times when he was a good man before turning into a Warmonger, then Crusader and then finally a dying God, the one thing he hated. He reminisces his wedding of him and his wives, the ones who truly understand him and could rein him in when he does something bad. But with one of them in a rotting prison and the other in a similar position as him that he could have prevented, he feels as if he was alone.

"Father, are you alright?" His dear son asked as he observed his father's, guilt through his eyes.

"YES ROGAL, I'M FINE. WHAT WERE WE TALKING ABOUT?" The Emperor tried to deflect this to something else.

"We were speaking of my return father, are you not happy?" Rogal asked his now annoyed father.

"YOU BETTER BET I AM!" The Emperor then started to rant while Kitten asked the more sane questions.

End of prologue