Elt the One Sought After
I am sick of this… Everything is gone, I might be uneducated, I might be weak but even I can see that our city is done for. Sasha, Primera, Mimil, Willmarina, Fransisca, the Orphans, my Comrades, Tobias they are all gone. Taken by the monsters and from what the priests tell me, eaten alive. After ringing the bells I was sent as a messenger to Salvarison only to find it already overrun. Succubi and all kinds of monsters were everywhere, fighting and 'taking' humans all around.
I had only managed to survive by grouping up together with a group led by Mersé. There weren't many of us but in the city weakened and broken by infighting and power grabs the unity of desperation brought all kinds of people together. From the northerner Republicans to the eastern mercenaries soldiers of all kinds were fighting together for a slight chance at survival. Hell, there were even a few of those bodyguards of the Comet.
"Come on people! We have only a little bit more to go, then we'll be out of the walls!" Mersé bellowed out at us. She wasn't in a good condition herself, covered in cuts, dust and bruises with her hair and armour in tatters. She looked like one of those pickpockets in the slums rather than the rough but caring commander I had come to know.
Thank god we were almost out of the hellhole my home city had become. (Was it ever not a hellhole?) My legs were killing me and my sweat covered every inch of my armour. In short I wasn't in a good position, so when I rounded the corner ahead of the force and saw them standing in front of the gate I almost fell to my knees.
There they stood five of them, their bodies made of metal and their armour painted in the colours of Demon Makai. Some kind of automata, three of them with digitigrade legs and doglike features and the other two almost three times my size. The small ones started moving towards us as soon as we were spotted with their tails swinging behind them, the other two started firing their arcane weapons and I had to duck behind the corner.
"Fuck! ENEMY AUTOMATA! Get ready!" My voice screamed out to bring a sense of order to our lines, but before we could properly get ready the doglike robots rounded the corner and started unloading into us. A torrent of magical ammunition emerged tracing purple streaks through the air.
I raised my shield hoping it would protect me but those without shields fell down moaning and screaming. I heard one of the infernal machines cheer.
"Awoof! Come on, get wilder! Turn beastly! Breed like animals!"
And a reply from one of her supposed sisters came soon after.
"Hey! Let's not get carried away, we need to find a husband or husbands too!"
Husbands? What the fuck are they talking about? I felt a hand grasp my leg, looking down I saw the perpetrator, the former riflewoman from the republic now with pink fur and demonic features. Panic filled my heart and I slammed my leg down on her head repeatedly, not good… Not good at all, everyone around me was falling.
A blur shot past me and slammed into one of the machines, denting its metal skin and sending it flying with a distorted screech. The blur slowed down to form Mersé with her halberd at the ready. She moved to engage one of the other machines, and she really was pushing the back.
I kicked the lesser succubus at my feet once again and made sure she wasn't moving. Picking up one of the rifles at the ground I pointed it at the machine trying to aim at Mersé and pulled the trigger. The gun almost flew out of my unprepared hand but the shot found its mark only for a pathetic Ping! to ring out.
Following my lead those that could find their bearings also shot whatever they had at hand, be it the Nordstjerne Anker rifles the republicans had brought or our break action Korak longrifles. The volley of lead descended on the odd automata only to similarly pathetic effects. She turned towards us with a twitchy motion almost like an overeager puppy rather than the killing machine she was.
"You want to play with me!? Let's play!" The damned thing started bouncing towards us. I threw the empty rifle down and raised my sword and shield up, the cacophony of booms continued but just before she was about to reach me, barely a few metres ahead her eerie smile died down and she turned her cute face towards the air like a dog trying to sniff something out.
"Huh… that's. Oh omnissiah preserve us..." She was so close I could hear her whispers. She sounded terrified and the reason became apparent. A rift emerged with screams and moans that shook my soul announcing their arrival between us and the two massive machines coming towards us and all fighting stilled for one… two… three heartbeats. It was as if the world had stood still, inside the rift I could see a red colour with things dancing inside. Another scream and twisted yet oddly beautiful things began flowing out…
I have seen an angel only once, back when I was being initiated an angel had watched from a seat above overlooking the recruits. That day was etched into my memory because of how Willmarina had looked at me, so I remember what an angel looked like. These abominations were not angels.
They had wings black as the abyss, long legs initially humanlike had it not been for the purple skin that ended in talons, maws full of unnaturally sharp teeth, clawed hands wielding whips and taloned swords along with expectedly bewitching bodies. The monsters… no monster doesn't express it properly, The Deamons emerged cackling and flinging their whips one of the barbed instruments found the flesh of a newly converted monster and flayed her skin entirely. God… the contents of my stomach almost spilled out. Blood was spilling everywhere and the poor sod was still alive screaming for relief. A bullet to the head silenced her terrifying cries for good.
"Sisters! The slaves of the fleshlord are here, we must fufill our purpose!"
The one nearest to me screamed out for her comrades.
A call to arms for the machines, they disengaged from us and focused their fire on the newly arrived Daemons. I doubted that they would be able to beat them back even with their immense power, there were simply far too many of them and more kept pouring out. We would have to fight with the monsters if we were to beat these abominations back.
"Well, what are you waiting for?! Raise your chins and kill the Freaks!"
I bellowed out to both the skin walkers and those that remained stalwart. I even saw those on the ground fucking each other get up and reach for their weapons. Although I could see hesitation in their stances, even the shocked slowly gathered themselves. But Mersé wasn't moving, simply staring at the Deamons.
I ran up to her and shook her by the shoulder.
"Mersé come on, we can't just stop, they'll overrun us!" Why was she frozen like this? Mersé wasn't one to falter. Her eyes were glazed over and she was mumbling something under her breath. I shook her again but got no response. No good…
"You there!" I called out to the limping Lescatian knight near us.
"Take Lady Mersé and get out of here!"
The knight quickly saluted and picked Mersé up over her shoulder.
Focusing back on the battle I started charging towards the Beasts with no clear target in mind, only fury to banish my fear. One of the big machines was being flanked by a flying Daemonette. Before she could stab the automaton in the back I bashed my shield into her face and brought my sword down on her head, or at least tried to. My sword was parried by a crab like claw.
The abomination tried to spew out heretical words only for hot lead to smack her in the cheek and make her stagger. The bullet didn't even pierce flesh but my sword went through her neck cleanly. Odd, I examined my sword and the blood coating it. I stared into the depths of the churning crimson blood and something gazed at me.
I averted my gaze and focused back on the battle, bullets were flying both magical and not, although to differing effects. The arcane ammunition of the corrupted rifles were demolishing the Beasts but mundane bullets weren't having any impact.
One of the republicans must have noticed the same thing. He began yelling out over the gun fire. "Normal bullets don't do shit! PLUG BAYONETS AND CHARGE!"
What are you waiting for? Kill. Slaughter the spawn of Slaanesh. Huh?
What was that? My confusion was interrupted by one of those corrupted angels trying to rip my eyes out with her whip. I raised my shield and parried the barbed weapon, no time to think. I have to kill as many as I can.
With a wide swing I began my assault and I did not stop, with every swing my blows became stronger, everytime blood flew and covered me I felt my thirst quenched and when I chopped the Whores head off my soul soared. Her form turned to dust and was carried off by the wind
More… spill more blood, bathe in it, offer skulls to the Lord of Blood. I will. I will keep fighting. Not caring about the men falling around me and their screams I kept charging forward with unnatural speed. With a shoulder bash I slammed into another deformed angel. She didn't fall down but staggered back, I stabbed my sword into her throat but the depraved bitch was fast enough to catch my longsword with her claw.
"Please dear, if you want to hurt me, use something more… interesting ." She intoned with a disgusting husky voice, perfect to the extreme but only more repulsive because of it. It made my blood boil and my eyes go red.
"DIE YOU INSIGNIFICANT BITCH!" My muscles tensed trying to force my sword down through her claw but it couldn't cut. The low quality steel eventually cracked and shattered under the pressure turning into a rain of silvery shards upon the ground.
"Hmmmm, now what are you going to do? An artisan should know what tools to use dear and yours ar-" Her sentence was interrupted by my gauntleted hand striking her face and breaking her chin with a satisfying crunch. I didn just leave it at that, I sat down on her and kept sending hook after hook carrying my rage through my fists.
Her blood spilled, her bones were pulverised and eventually her body started to turn to dust. The laughter of the thing behind me got louder and its demands more extreme. Who am I to deny the Lord of Skulls his due? Listening to the refreshing sounds of steel clashing with steel I took a deep breath and slowly got back on my feet.
As I got up I reached down to the ground and picked up the greatsword of a fallen republican near me. I was turning back towards the rift when all battle around me became silent. Looking around I saw every single soldier was gazing at the rift. I turned and saw her. A face so beautiful my being called for her, hands dainty yet muscular, bountiful breasts alluring yet forbidden , wide hips ending in a purple snake tail and wings so pure had it not been for her cruel expression I would've thought her an archangel. Maybe she once was…
Don't just stand there, Kill her! Sacrifice her in his name! RIP HER PATHETIC HEAD OFF! Something was burning inside me, blinding my vision. Before I even knew it I was rushing at her with a warcry.
"BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!" A foreign battle cry escaped me and the Greater Daemon turned towards me, her distaste clear in her face.
"Another hound of the beast. How crude, you can't impressss me like that, dear. Although making one of his championss ssscream will be… Enjoyable." A clear voice that covered the entire street we were in. My body didn't care. I kept moving and just as I swung my sword up at her massive form she slapped me with the back of her hand. I was sent flying, I could hear the weapons fire, the clashing of steel and the screams of the defeated as I flew tens of metres.
I got ready to impact the hard stone, but what I fell on wasn't the rough landing I had expected, instead it was soft and warm. Two arms were wrapped around me embracing me.
"Elt! Are you alright? I finally found you but are you insane, why did you rush at that thing like that?!" A worried voice fretted over me, a familiar one… Willma-
GET BACK INTO THE FIGHT, RIP AND TEAR, OFFER EIGHT MILLION SKULLS FOR EIGHT PYRAMIDS. Constant screams filled my head, my moment of clarity was being buried deep below.
I screamed into the sky shaking my rescuer off and falling down back to the ground. I rushed back into the fray with the Blue haired succubus hot on my heels calling my name, but no matter how much I tried I couldn't answer her. I had become a passenger in my hate filled body.
Strength far more than what my body could provide propelled me towards almost certain doom. The blood coated blade in my hands had ignited with crimson flames burning my hands, fusing my flesh to its hilt. I couldn't move my own mouth, I only kept moving towards the former Arcangel, who was being held down by the big robot with massive claws.
"KILL! MAIM! BURN!" Discarding my shield I jumped high and brought my sword down on her. She had turned her head towards me but if she turned even one hand away from the machine her insides would be pulverised, so I was able to cleanly slice through one of her wings. Glorious Blood flowed and the once perfect wing flied off and fell into the new river of blood.
"AgGHHGHH! YOoU inSSSsigNIfIcaNt MoRTal, I'll tear your sssskin piece by piece and turn you into a new ssscarf!"
"Your skull will be the first of many, spawn of the dark prince. I promise you."
The machines took advantage of her distracted state and unloaded their exotic weaponry into her. From the wrrr of the pencil thin black laser and the thunk thun thunks of their heavy explosive repeaters all kinds of noises filled the air to great effect.
Her body was torn apart, holes big enough to fit my hand through appeared in her despicable hide yet my rage did not end. I pushed forward to ram my sword into her guts but with motions almost like that of an exotic dancer her blade covered tail deflected my hell kissed sword.
I felt myself losing my balance and the Abomination made use of this opening with a thrust of its tail. I thought the shining purple tail would pierce my chest and end my life but an arrow appeared out of nowhere and deflected it. My puppeteer forced me to regain my balance and attack once again with reckless tenacity, the blue haired succubus had joined me in my rampage. I fought with the oddly familiar Succubus keeping the Greater Daemon busy as others shot at her.
It wasn't going well, although we kept up constant pressure she expertly weaved through or parried our attacks and I couldn't just simply overpower her. Then I heard something…
One of the heavily armoured reichsgarde called out over the sounds of constant
Weapon fire. "She's in place! Blow it sky fuckin high!" Then a second afterwards the explosions begann.
One bomb blew up barely five metres infront of us. I must be favoured since the explosion and the heat was mostly absorbed by the two towering figures of the automaton and the fallen angel. The two were both ripped asunder, the concussive force and power of the massive bombs killed them instantly. The thing inside me subsided for a second, although my mind was still painted red some forgotten instinct in me made me throw myself in front of the blue haired succubus. I wrapped my arms around her and shielded her as the stone shattering explosion threw us away.
I saw the rift close after the explosion killed most of those that fought against the Daemonettes. Killing the reichsgarde who had set it off along with it everyone else. I crashed through the wooden walls of a modest house and ended up lying on the wooden floor. More explosions were going off outside, the ground shook like the world itself was ending and the small part of the sky I could see was painted red by the fires all around.
Mary was calling out to me trying to get through to me now straddling me. I felt the Daemon inside me surge, trying to take hold. No… not against her, please. I'm begging you not her! I can't hurt Mary, please let me be! I will do anything just don't make me hurt her!
As she screamed my name at my unresponsive body I felt the sword in my hand being raised. I resisted with all I could but the sword rose up and came down onto her. I heard the air being cut apart by the daemonic sword yet there were no screams.
My eyes refocused and I gazed at Mary. The flaming sword was being held at bay by an oozing black blade. Mary's eyes had narrowed and her pupils had shrunk.
"It's your fault… you did something to him." She was staring at the sword in my hand and she kept muttering something under her breath. She tried to pry the sword fused to my flesh but it wouldn't budge. She was getting desperate now, as the sword burned her flesh. I forced my mouth to move.
"Cut… it off." my voice was raspy and near silent yet Mary turned towards me anyways. Her eyes had softened and were filled with worry.
"Elt! You can talk!" I hate forcing her to do this but I must if I am to ever be free again.
"Mary, please cut it off." Her face morphed into one of horror. She understood what had to be done. But I was too reluctant and too scared to do it.
"Elt do you realise what you are saying? That might never heal, you might lose your right hand forever."
"Do it Mary, I'm begging you. I don't want to hurt you, please free me." This was hurting her but she gathered her resolve, readied her sword and whispered to me.
"I'll take care of you, I'll be with you." with that she brought her sword and flesh and bone parted with a clean cut. The unnatural sword turned to ash the moment it was cut off. The pain was nothing compared to the cuts from the fallen angel's sword. I gritted my teeth and watched Mary freeze my arm over. The voice in the back of my mind was gone… I was alone again. I closed my eyes and let out a relieved sigh.
I felt a hot wind on my face forcing me to open my air only to see Mary's red eyes right in front of my face. I felt her hands cup my cheeks and she leaned down. I'm pretty sure I could see spirals in her eyes, she didn't look sane.
"I waited this long so it's okay if I ravage you, right Elt?" I felt something down below stiffen, she did too judging by how she was trying to grind on my member through my padded pants.
"Mary, let's talk about this…"
"Oh Elt, time for talk has long passed. This is surely our destiny, let's become one." God, that sounds so fucking hot. I didn't even try to resist as she forced her tongue inside my mouth, as her soft lips and flowery smell filled my head.
After that we partook in each other until others came to check up on us. I can't say I regret anything.
An: Hey, hello, I might be a bit late this time and the chapter this time was meant to also include a Nao pov but… the words took the reins and I couldn't stop writing so… you got this. For those wondering Elt essentially got possessed by a Khorne Daemon hunting the Fallen God through the spilled blood and said daemon took residence in the sword he carried to be able to stay in the mortal realm.
For those wondering why this took so long, I had to go to a wedding this week and well… blame Ultrakill and Immortal Empires. Anyways, as allways, enjoy, and let me know what you think!