The death of An'ggrath the Unbound sent blisstering echoes through the materium and inmaterium; From the daemon Primarchs to the lesser daemons they all felt a tinge of concern and maybe just maybe some fear that very few could instill, those of the lesser creations of the empyrean felt true fear as they heard the death of An'ggrath. The Imperial Saints felt a sense of "relief" and happiness? But they cut their celebration as they once again rose their blades of holy fire to continue the war against the dark gods; the Grey Knights had felt the demise of An'ggrath though to a lesser extent; To them it was either something worse that slayed it or a blessing from the Emperor; The Conclave Diabolus had been reduced to one hundred and soon many more would follow: Roboute Guilliman knew An'ggrath fell, he could feel it in the reduced and hot air of Terra but the question was; WHO had done it? Perhaps infighting? An'ggrath lost favour with Khorne? 'Skarbrand once sought to dethrone Khorne but even he lingered around as a renegade once he fell from "grace", what could a beast like An'ggrath do for it to be smited?' Guilliman wondered who it was and if the creature or man that had done it was doing it for mankind or his own twisted goals, he started thinking for a while but resumed his job. 'I shall find later on; The moment calls for me to resume the Indomitus Crusade and it must be my first priority, but I will find the slayer of the unbound but for the moment to Baal' Guilliman thought as he continued his plans to stabilize the Imperium as the Indomitus crusade still raged on against the invading daemons, tyranids, necrons, etc. It was not of concern to daemons that An'ggrath had been defeated, it was of concern due to the fact An'ggrath was truly dead along with thousands more daemons. The Empyrean started to rumble as the dark servants of the chaos gods stopped fighting at least for a few precious moments of "peace" in the shifting tides of the Imperium
Khorne had been enjoying the bloodshed the Doomslayer had caused against his own daemons and followers, for he cared not from where the blood flowed simply that it flows. The slaughter had been legendary, and for a few minutes Khorne was in his own bliss to the point he cared not that the power of the daemons the Doomslayer slaughtered was not coming back to him nor anywhere else in the warp: Khorne then felt the rage built up inside him, the bliss lasted ten seconds more after An'ggrath was slayed. He had fallen it was HIS fault he was too weak but he would revive him soon enough for the blood and death An'ggrath gave was too valuable to be lost, but then he didn't feel An'ggrath nor his lesser daemons or even the cultists come back to his form that sat upon the brazen-skull throne, then it struck him, they were truly dead: Khorne with his black and red nails that were as long as spears scratched the arm of the throne made of brazen skulls, his throne made up of quintillions of skulls from the most humane and normal to the most alien and horrific shook as his brazen legs stomped the ground shaking his realm and causing his bloodthirsters who surrounded his throne to move away, his eight-horned crown of brass twitched and his horrendous face which was the mix of a bloodthirster's face, a bull and a warhound started to snarl and growl; Khorne's teeth were red, sharp and long they grinded against each other spilling his own blood.
Khorne snarled in rage as he looked at the Doomslayer, he could see him crawl down from where he came, but he "relaxed" this new pawn had granted so much bloodshed in such a little time, he tried to offer him power but for whatever reason no response came, no grunt nor nothing. Perhaps the marine ignored his offers? He could respect that, gaining your own strength to bludgeon your own enemies on your accord was more than respected by Khorne, the marine had the potential to be his greatest champion; Khorne wanted him before any of his kin took him as their own. 'He is hatred and murder incarnate, he rightfully belongs to me. The other three would simply misuse him, especially that cowardly and scheming Tzeentch and the pathetic pleasure-seeker Slaanesh.' Khorne thought as his rage that was strong enough to scorch a sector calmed...to an extent. 'Perhaps, I may send even Khârn or Angron to claim his skull, but they would fail to claim his skull, but the slaughter and blood would please me' Khorne thought as he placed his hand on his chin. 'The skulls are pleasing, but I can't afford to send my greatest champions only to lose them, perhaps stirring the marine into the domain to face my enemies...But it wouldn't be the most honorable option' Khorne thought. '...But the bloodshed set onto those pathetic pleasure-seekers would be more than pleasing' Khorne thought. 'KA'BANDHA AND DOOMBREED, COME TO YOUR MASTER' Khorne growled out.
Ka'bandha and Doombreed once they heard the call of their dark master flew toward his skull throne, they arrived as fast as they could for the more they delayed the more wrathful Khorne would be. Ka'bandha and Doombreed in their brass might bowed to the god of bloodshed, Doombreed snarled at Ka'bandha and the latter mentioned returned the snarl as he rose his whip, Khorne could not help but smile at the his servants thirst for duels but he laid that thought down, he had more important matters to attend. 'My lord, allow me to claim the skull of the one who slayed that weakling An'ggrath' Ka'bandha spoke in a low growl barely audible to the blood god, Doombreed laughed at Ka'bandha.
'You Ka'bandha? Claiming his skull, that honour of the kill shall be mine NOT YOURS his skull is worthy to be placed unto Khorne's skull throne: Go aid the Blood Angels for that is the only skulls you have collected and I hear they are to be slaughtered by Tyranids' Doombreed laughed in a dreaded manner as even Khorne and his surrounding daemons laughed, Ka'bandha snarled at Doombreed; Ka'bandha rose up and punched Doombreed causing Khorne to smile in glee, Doombreed roared and returned the punch; Axes clash causing echoing hues of blood to be shot through the skull throne, the whip of Ka'bandha that once broke the legs of Sanguinius ensnared the rod of Khorne that Doombreed one of the eldest Daemon princes used as weapon, their axes hit each other with great speed and brutality as they jumped around trying to maim and kill each other.
The battle between two daemons of the greater standing between the daemons were legendary, for these creatures could stand against even the primarchs of old. But Khorne was in his own thoughts that were ever so changing but consistent in his one true goal. 'He shall be my bringer of bloodshed, hatred and butchery' Khorne mused inside his mind. 'ENOUGH' Khorne spoke, the arch-foe of the Blood Angels and the "skull lord" stopped their fight with growls as they landed once-again unto the brass muddled in blood as they bowed to their lord-god.
Khorne growled no order; Khorne looked at his servants that were beneath him and was in his thoughts while his servants awaited their orders. 'None of you shall have the honor to claim the marine's skull for time being at least; Let him bring all the bloodshed towards those cowardly and scheming sorcerers; The disease ridden fool and those blasphemous and PATHETIC pleasure-seekers' Khorne lightly growled. 'BUT MASTER!!' Ka'bandha screeched as he rose up, Khorne snarled at the disrespect but allowed it...for the moment.
'Allow me to face the marine, his skull is--'. 'SILENCE SLAVE!!' Khorne said interrupting Ka'bandha, Doombreed and the daemons that surrounded the skull throne laughed at Ka'bandha, he could only snarl in his defense. 'Now leave off too, bring me more worthy skulls to my throne, bring bloodshed towards the Anathema's dogs; Slaughter them all for all this pathetic talk is delaying the slaughter' Khorne growled. The daemons agreed for they could not have such lucidity for so long; A heavy and hot pressure was building up in the daemons minds like boiling water trying to blow the vessel; Swords and limbs itch as they eyed each other only imagining and desiring to murder eachother for such was their nature.
The Doomslayer had returned to where he first awoke once again. It was a cavern: Large, dark, vast and silent, all that could be seen was his tomb that glowed a deep red. Moments like these he wished for a flashlight but perhaps it would break if he attached it to one of his many weapons, better if he built into his suit. He thought as he looked around the cavern, he walked keeping attention to his tomb, a part of it glowed more than the rest; The Doomslayer ran towards his left and suddenly a crimson light illuminated the cavern: "The Fortress of Doom" stood embedded in the rocks of the cavern. The Doomslayer walked towards his fortress, it was in a decentish condition; Night Sentinel ships, start forts and all types of vessels of those of Argenta were made to endure the crushing and brutal sands of time that consumed all.
'Very convenient' The Doomslayer thought. For a moment he wondered how did his fortress stay unplundered for who knows how long? It was strange but he carried on as walked towards his ship and entered the bridge; The bridge was lit by red and it was clean,Samuel's body was overlooked in front of the Hellwalker; The Doomslayer walked towards Samuel's floating body. 'Welcome, it seems they need you once again' Hayden voice mused through the Doomsayer's comm. The Doomslayer took out his crucible and the unmakyr pointing them towards Samuel. 'There is no need for that, this my penance my new jail and cause; Hell is once again loose into mankind...Judging by your armour you already met a new brand of "daemons'' as their called, mankind seems to have had an interesting history for thousands of years; Granted If this is the last universe we once were in' Samuel explained
The Doomslayer kept his gaze into the body of Samuel; Samuel felt the gaze could melt a planet like ice cream, but both were part of the same team and now had the same goal "purge and burn the demons". 'Destroy me if you wish but from what I have gathered you're going to need more help at least in the navigating and intel gathering part' Samuel said, Doomslayer kept his arms raised and kept his gaze. It was true but Samuel wasn't exactly trustworthy not during the last minutes of the invasion on Mars or in the Holt, perhaps ever. But VEGA was no longer an AI and he needed help with gathering intel and finding the strategic objectives, he could gather them but with VEGA and now Samuel it would be at least easier but he would keep his eyes open; The Doomslayer reluctantly nodded.
He dashed towards the fabrication machine that once made the ballista, he tapped it three times. 'Weapons, of course' Samuel said, he nodded at the remark; The machine showed various holographic weapons, the gauss cannon, the lightning gun and new hologram. 'Of course' Samuel muttered as he began to make the weapons.
Placentia used to be a civilized and prosperous world with a population that was happy and indulgent at least for a time; Contrary to the name Placentia during it's closing decades as an Imperial world became a world that was too oppressive towards the arts, for the governor was one of the more faithful of the holy Emperor's cause and will: Art, music, most leisure activities were either banned or reduced for the governor geared Placentia towards helping the Imperium as best as it could; The people grew discontent as their once indulgent lifes faded and many looked towards ways to regain it; Charlatans promised new "pleasures" promised it once again all in the name of the "Purple Empress".
And so began the fall of Placentia, pleasure cults rose in number, people disappeared, PDF's were mysteriously killed and Imperial shrines burned: During the years of the thirteenth black crusade Placentia tried to supply as best as it could but the cults subverted, once the last hours of the thirteenth black crusade took place; Before the Cicatrix Maledictum broke the galaxy asunder; Placentia revolted, millions started taking unto the streets to slaughter all that stood in their way, the governor who bravely defended himself was torn apart and eaten. A madman opened a warp portal that let daemonettes come into Placentia.
Between the ordos Slaaneshi corruption is considered the most dangerous and subtle of all the chaoa corruptions; Khorne was never about subtlety for many turned to the patron of blood in fits of rage or indulgence of bloodshed; Nurgle brought corruption through his plagues that were grotesque and brutal; Tzeentech, was of the change (mutations) those who turned may have a new limb, those of scheming nature ended with less than great changes. But Slaanesh? It's corrupted slowly: Self-indulgence, lust, pride, excess, pride and pleasure was what it encompassed and it turned to be what many races had in excess: Painters, singers, actors, carpenters, cooks, warriors, etc were of the many that fell to Slaanesh for many wanted to have the perfect song, painting, food, statute, sword-form but they were never satisfied or never achieved it again and so they prayed to the prince of pleasure for once again more fulfillment
Many fell to Slaanesh for the once great pleasures they enjoyed now seemed dull and they wanted to find more new and exciting sensations; This leads to evermore depraved acts just so the could fulfill their ever expanding void that grew inside them for they would never be satisfied for the search for new and exciting sensations for Slaanesh must be eternal; Slaanesh even through it's empyrean rivals [chaos gods] is fed due to their servants for every moment of pride, satisfaction, serenity is good enough to feed Slaanesh...
Placentia in some parts was covered in pieces of pink flesh, once great urban centers became spires of grotesque pink they were made up of millions if not some billions of people, they were merged unto it and they all moaned in ecstasy in agony; Stones and steel were merged with men in a slow way, the remaining population drank from rivers of the most red and sweetest wine until they drowned their stomachs and vomited, banquettes of the most delicious food was served which the people stuffed in their mouths until their stomachs blew up; Men and women did unspeakable things to each other, various rooms were filled with men, women and children chained up made to endure the worst all so hedonistic fiends could indulge in their ever dark desires.
A horde of cultist indulged aside a lake of purple wine, they ate their own skins; Peeled the scalp of corpses, blood and gore that flew into black soil was slurped, painters made nigh-perfect paintings that were enough to entrance those of a will made of moist and rotten wood; Singers sang tunes that could make minds blow of pure ecstasy and other much more darker activities continued: The Doomslayer looked through his fortress in disgust, his hatred rose tenfold the teleporter was activated and he dashed toward the blue portal ending up in the lake.
'Such depravity; Much graver then I thought' Samuel said, he ignored Samuel and raised his fists; The gauntlets almost seemed to crack, he dashed towards the cultists he grabbed one by the neck and crushed it causing blood to spill through out like a water balloon that hit the ground, all he could see was ecstasy which caused [Doomslayer] great disgust to raise in him; The cultists seemed to not care, unlike the last time when he faced the red beasts with blades of fire had came towards him once they felt his presence. Perhaps those were obsessed with bloodshed and battle, and these daemons with "pleasure" the Doomslayer thought, he took out the unmakyr and blasted the cultists causing them to be turned unto gorey-mush.
'Up north there is a city, what's left of it at least it has many possessed and "daemons".' Samuel said. The Doomslayer dashed at great speed, what stood in his way was kill, limbs were shattered, skull ripped in half. He finally arrived toward the outer city; It was filled by corrupted, cultists, daemonettes and perhaps even a keeper of secrets: The city covered in gore, spikes, phallic symbols, wine, food and flesh gorged unto buildings, streets, etc. The corrupted humans and daemonettes delighted unto their desires from more "innocent" desires to the most depraved and dark desires; The crucible ignited and a long pistol came out into the Doomslayer's left hand; The "Pistol" had been modified it was now automatic, it was longer and it's magazine was large and the bullets bigger and "spikier"
A storm of blazing lead shredded the [pathetic] pleasure-seekers, the crucible decapitated and sliced into two the mortal possessed, it was not long until a new and exciting sensation was wished unto the daemonettes and corrupted mortals: The pleasure of battle and death. Like a swarm they fell unto the Doomslayer, the very floor he was on started to moan in agony and ecstasy, walls formed grotesque and obese faces and limbs that moved and shouted...But it was all for the theatrics and pleasure to him; To the Doomslayer it was ordinary and duty to mankind and those who could not avenge themselves, he put the pistol away and with his fist hit the ground making a massive crater killing the live-ground and unleashing a shockwave of argent energy making many that threw themselves against him into gore and those who survived were clean-scorched and barely could stand. But even then they felt great pleasure
The Doomslayer scowled, red and hatred filled his eyes; Hands and legs clenched, he returned the crucible and went towards much older ways; Rip and Tear until it is done, he launched himself unto the thousands to hundreds of thousand that started coming unto him, his fists blasted the corrupted into puddles of gore, his legs once they hit whatever fiend got in his way made shockwaves of argent energy killing many, he was "overwhelmed" as the thousands fell into him; He broke them all, he shoved his arms forward to his chest tearing whatever held him into gore, and once his fists hit his chest it unleashed a massive blast of argent energy clearing the path, he took out the BFG-9000 and shot one blast to each of his sides.
The streets were still filled by cultists, daemonettes and corrupted by circumstance. He dashed towards a crowd of cultists, he grabbed one by the neck and used his free hand to spill his guts and shoved guts unto the cultist's mouth and then burst his neck and mouth, he took out the rocket launcher and shot three times clearing the path; The crucible and the hellbreaker [sentinel hammer] were finally taken out, with sword and hammer no matter what threw themselves at him, no matter the numbers and what ever cruddy tactic they made they were made into puddles of blood as they continued to remake into blood the once dark green of the praetor suit.
Legs and arms were shoved inside mouths; Hearts, ribs and spines were brutally removed from what stood in his way; The doomblade sliced throats and spilled guts, the equipment launcher froze, blasted and burned the cultists and daemonettes; The Doomslayer's arsenal made into mince meat the forces of chaos and by an hour later the city streets were running with blood, corpses or the red pieces of it passed by the flooded streets, the once alive spires and floors were dead. He only grew stronger as he absorbed the power of the chaos forces. 'Why? Had Hell evolved into something more deranged? Are these "daemons" the evolution of my own hell? For I can drive strength from them as I could from the demons filled with argent energy, but mankind still endures or at least it had seemed to be, perhaps it had someone similar to me to keep these beasts at bay.' The Doomslayer thought and knew it was one of his weaknesses, for he was one man. King Novik's word laid true even if he hated it, he couldn't be everywhere and for one place he stood another would feel Hell's wrath.
He double jumped and dashed forward to another building as he felt something come towards him; A tall and slim creature landed with an unnatural grace unto where he once stood, it had four limbs the lower ones where crab pincers just like the daemonettes and the upper ones were "normal" hands but it had pink razor sharp nails; It was greyish, purple and pink. It's face was androgynous, horned and pierced with glamourous and erotic rings; Jewels of crystal-blue adorned various parts of his chest and arms, it wielded a large blue sword that seemed to be of flesh and metal: A horrid smiled plastered the daemon's face, it moved in a fast and graceful manner the Doomslayer admitted. But it was unnatural and somehow forced, the wind and blood seemed to make the Keeper of Secrets be placed in a trance of pure ecstasy that made the Doomslayer disgusted
Perhaps hundreds of daemonettes with their piercing claws and other dreaded warp weapons surrounded the Doomslayer from the distance as they landed on other rooftops, they danced around cutting each other as smiles and leering looks were pointed towards Doomslayer. His armour was red from all the blood, his doomblade retracted, the crucible was on the hand which held the doomblade. The Doomslayer and Keeper of Secrets looked at eachother one with extreme hatred and the other with some glee and pride but within, it felt fear. 'Your death shall be a great achievement and of pride that will make my senses burst...But I am of mercy and love; Submit to me and I will make all your inner and true desires be fulfilled' It said with a smile and the daemonettes laughed, the Doomslayer scowled and unleashed the doomblade and ignited the crucible. 'It works either way, for the pain both we shall inflict will give me new and exciting sensations' It said with a smile as it jumped towards the Doomslayer. The Hellwalker jumped towards it.