This will be AU. Meaning, an alternative universe, I admit that I don't know all the lore of 40k but then again, the damn lore is vast, and even then that word doesn't do justice to it, so I will have to do some research on some things. So expect some things to not happen and others to be different. I will also bring to the foil characters and locations/places from the Warhammer fantasy universe.

I'm warning you now, English isn't my mother language and keeping in mind my nationality, very far from it actually. Even then, I don't think my English is horrible, but there may be slight mistakes here and there, and the worst part is I don't have a beta-reader so yeah.

Also, chapters for this story will be at random, meaning when I get them done, I don't have the whole story planned out. You can say that I'm going with the flow and following my inspiration on this one.

So if I go let's say ghost for a while, don't panic because unless I say that I'm officially dropping it, I'm not discounting it. Though if I do go let's say 6 years without an update then you can consider that I have passed away, lol.

You all know I don't own Warhammer 40k and everything else except for maybe the OCs I will have to create in the future.

And nowhere, do I leave you all to the story.

1rst POV

I died, at least it is what I could remember, but then again, I doubt someone can survive a bullet to the head unless they have been blessed by Lady Luck herself. But that isn't the point.

The thing now is that I'm randomly floating in darkness, there's no sound, no light or air wherever I find myself. Being raised by a Christian mother, I thought hell and heaven are what wait after death.

I don't know how long it has been since I appeared here, it could be hours, days, weeks, or even months for all that I knew. I long realized that the perception of time here isn't a thing.

Being stuck in here alone with nothing to do, I soon realize that the only thing to do is think, and let me tell you something, I had thought a lot, more so about my past life.

As time passed, I could feel my sanity starting to slip, slowly but surely I could feel it as it started to fade.

I'm sorry, I haven't presented myself, have I?

My name is Jason, an Italian young man who lived in the United States, finished studying college, and not long started working as an interpreter for an airline company. No family, unfortunately, both of my parents have passed away in a car accident.

I was walking back home after a long day at work, but from what I could remember or understand from the blurs that compromise my memories just prior to my death, I have been assaulted, robbed, and then shot in the head. I know, a sad death isn't it?

But that's how I ended up here. Have I told you about my body? Or better yet, my lack of a body. Yes I know, it sounds crazy, and I can't promise that I'm not going crazy, but right now I'm just a…floating smoke? That's the best way I can describe my present physical form.

Suddenly a floating ball of light appeared, bringing some light into this dark place, looking at it, it has what to me appears to be two black circles in the middle. I could only assume that those were its eyes.

" This is unexpected, you are the third soul that somehow got deviated from the stream of souls to their judgment. The last one was centuries before you."

Stream of souls? Judgment? What is this light bulb talking about? I wish I could speak to it, but it is kind of impossible due to the lack of a body.

" I'm neither a bulb of light nor it, you fool. Just think what you want to say and I will hear it, it is called telepathy."

Well, this is embarrassing, but then again, I have never met someone who could read my mind before.

' Who are you? Where am I? and most importantly, what's going to happen to me now?' I thought, trying to express my thoughts with as much clarity as possible.

I don't know if I really did see it or if I have finally gone crazy, but the…ball of light bobs up and down as if nodding in confirmation.

" To answer your questions in order, I'm a supreme being, that's all you need to know, my name is not meant to be spoken by mortals or lesser beings, the simple knowledge of it would drive you insane." I nodded in acceptance or at least tried until I realized my mistake.

' I understand.'

" As for where you are, well, you are in the void, a pocket dimension that has long been poisoned by the negative energies from the different worlds of this universe." Well, that's something new, although I have nothing to say about that.

The being surely heard my thoughts because he quickly continued.

" And as for what will happen to you, I will be honest, because you have somehow drifted away from the mainstream of souls to face your judgment, you can't return to it, even I can't send you back there, I would be breaking some ancient laws and I'm not interested in doing so.

But what I can do is give you a choice, if you keep staying here, it won't take long for you to lose your sanity, and later on, your soul will self-destruct.

So here's my offer, either I vaporize your soul and forcefully reincarnate it into a new life, simply make you fade from existence, or I send you to another universe of my choice where you will keep your memories and do whatever you want, in one word, transmigration.

Carefully think over this because the moment you make a choice, there is no comeback." Well, shit.

That's honestly all I could think after hearing that, who would have thought that I would end up like this. As I think over my options, I realize my decision is already made. I'm not willing to die right now and reincarnation is my next life, I quite like being who I'm at the moment. Thank you very much.

So I'm left with one option.

' I pick transmigration.'

" Very well."

Out of nowhere, a giant roulette appears to our right, I focus on it, and I notice many names, some known and others unknown, but they all have one thing in common. If I had a body, I'm sure a chill would be creeping through my spine at the mere realization.

" I went through your memories, and have decided that you will go to this universe that you know as Warhammer 40k, with that roulette, we will decide who you will become."

' Are you insa- I can't go there, there is nothing but-'

" I warned you to carefully think over your options, you made your decision, and now you will see it through. I will spin it for you, and if fortune favors you, you may get something good." Right after his words, the roulette starts spinning.

It felt like hours before the roulette started to show any signs of slowing down, I started praying to every single god that I knew of, I pray that whoever the roulette is gonna stop on is going to be someone powerful where I have a chance at surviving the incoming hell that's the Warhammer 40k universe, preferably one of the primarchs.

As the roulette slowly stops, I see the arrow seemly about to stop on the name of Magnus the red, at seeing that, I got my hopes up, while not expected to get one of the traitor primarchs, I could change history so that I wouldn't become a minion of the chaos god of change.

But my hopes were cruelly and sadistically smashed down when the arrow skipped the name of the prior mentioned primarch and stopped over the name of Khorne.

I stared at the roulette in shock, not sure what to make of it. I know who Khorne is, anybody who has basic knowledge of that universe would, the blood god, Khorne is the definition of battle, rage, and blood, although those are just some of his domains that I have knowledge of.

" Well, would you look at that, you are lucky, even though I don't know if you can really consider it luck. I guess congratulations are in order, either way, godhood isn't something you get every day.

A quick rundown, Khorne is the chaos god of Blood, hatred, war, wrath, murder, rage, strength, courage, and martial honor.

A warning, the next time that you wake up, you will find yourself as Khorne, that's who you are and will be for..well…the rest of eternity, but when you do, you will be bombarded with his memories, I'm talking about millions of years worth of memories, so do not be surprised for the following split headache you are going to have.

How your powers and abilities work is going to instinctively come to you. Do you have any questions?"

Still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I'm about to become an evil deity, it took me some seconds to organize my thoughts.

' What time period will you send me to' I mentally ask, personally, I hope that it was long before the heresy of Horus and the betrayal of the other primarchs.

" You will arrive not long after the primarchs get separated from him." Well, that's the only good thing so far.

' Okay, I'm ready.' Or at least as ready as I can be.

" Very well, good luck mortal, or I should say Khorne, you are going to need it." Before I could react, the world turned into a blur before I lost consciousness.

When I regained consciousness, I opened my eyes, and for a brief period of seconds, all I was able to gaze upon was the color red and eight Iron Pillars not far away from my position, seas of fire all around me, and the red-painted heavens obscured by dark clouds of storms releasing red lightning and ashes rising above, it was then I notice I was sitting on a throne, Surrounding it on all sides is a mound of skulls that holds me aloft on its perch.

Suddenly before I could study my surroundings or my person more, with the speed of lightning and the brute force of two planets smashing against each other, I felt a searing pain in my head, i gripped my head in pain with one hand while the other is gripping the armrest of the throne with so much force I fear it was gonna break.

The pain kept increasing, my breath was agitated, and my eyes were closed, trying to suffer through the pain. Suddenly memories appeared in my mind, not mine but of a….. different being.

' These are the memories, the being warned me about.' I barely thought intelligibly.

In these memories, I see wars, horrors, and death, but the most notorious thing is the infinite amount of skulls, skulls that Khorne himself retrieved from those he has slain in the materium the few times he exited the warp. I see how the original Khorne came into existence, his reaction and later relationship as the other three chaos gods started to manifest one by one.

I experience through his memories the creation and the birth of his daemons, prince daemons, and the greater daemons from his dark powers before he focused on the lesser ones. I watch as history itself passes through my eyes.

I see all the worlds that have been corrupted or influenced by Khorne, but more shockingly was seeing the bloodshed that was spilled on Earth during the age of strife, the reaction of both Khorne and the Emperor sensing each other for the first time.

And these kept going for hours, at some point, the pain was too much for me to bear in silence, it didn't take long after that for my screams of pain to leave my mouth.

As time passed through, those screams of pain turned into screams of pure rage, the memories and the feelings that the domains that I now hold as Khorne started to influence my mind. My burning rage at my death, rage at the fact that I ended up becoming what one would call evil and how I would be stuck in this hell for eternity.

Pure and unrefined rage and hatred toward how I died, the way that my family was taken from me too early in life….rage at my loneliness, even in death.

As I scream, I start to hear sounds that earlier were ignored due to the pain, as these sounds become more clear as the hours go by, I realize that they are screams of anger, fear, and worry. It was then that I opened my eyes, my eyes ignored the few things that I was able to notice before the pain kicked in, and looked down.

It is then that I see what I could only guess to be the so-called blood legions of Khorne, there was a sea of red daemons, thousands of bloodletters, many different heralds of Khorne, beasts such as flesh hounds and juggernauts, greater daemons known as Bloodthirsters and daemon princes and while I can't explain how, I can sense that there were more out there outside of what I now know is the brass tower.

In the back of my mind I noted how they appear to be like ants, even the giant greater and daemon princes look small, this forced me to take note that I'm actually hundreds of feet tall, seven hundred feet tall to be more exact, in the back of my mind I had the suspicion that this wasn't my full-grown height.

They were all staring at me, they were the source of those shouts, while I think that, I felt the pain slowly starting to fade away, my attention was captured by four giant daemons, they approached me with caution and deep reverence.

" Skulltaker, Valkia, Mazarall, and Thorgar…." At recognizing them, I unconsciously call their name, but my words came out as a booming growl, full of rage and murdering intent, the normal voice of the original Khorne.

At me calling their names, the four daemon Princes kneel in front of me in reverence, they kneel in front of the mountain of Skulls that my throne is upon. I study their appearance one by one, except for Valkia who is a female, the remaining three are very similar in appearance.

Thorgar the blooded one was a giant daemon, standing at the height of 40ft tall, blood-red hide, demonic bat wings on his back and a horned head with two large black horns sprouting from the corners of his head and slight bending backward, three small ones in the center also curving backward, fangs, claws, burning blazing eyes, and cloven hooves.

The daemon has a necklace of skulls connected through a thread of an unknown material around his neck, powerful shoulder pads armor, vambraces, and his goat legs were similarly armored in the fashion with what now is my sacred colors that my now daemons wear, red, black and yellow brass.

A long two-headed battle-ax, decorated with skulls, fire, and curse runes was beside him on the ground, his weapon.

Mazarall the butcher, on the other hand, is standing at the height of 33 ft, brass armor with protruding spikes and bones covering most of his body, digitigrade legs with claws, and a horned helmet with the horns curving downward, armed with weaponry bound with the essences of Daemons consumed by him in ages past. On the field of battle, Mazarall slices through all before him with the hungering ax known as Harrow Meat and may blast those who dare approach him with baleful energies torn from the Daemons enslaved within the Ancyte Shield.

Skulltaker, the most loyal and very powerful daemon prince, a daemon that after having become a daemon prince mostly kept his Bloodletter appearance, his curving horns being bigger and darker, having one extra set protruding from the sides of his jaw and going downward. His feet and hands end with powerful claws, an imposing height of 28 ft, light black armor with yellow outlines, and decorated with skulls. A black cloak composed of the skulls of his most satisfactory enemies with demonic runes and attachments that protects him from enemy psyker magic attacks and as well as physical blows.

And lastly Valkia the bloody shieldmaiden of Khorne. She has the head and facial appearance of a bloodletter if maybe slightly more human-looking with her horns being more curved than regular ones, red skin that all daemons of Khorne share, large demonic bat wings, and hooves legs. Her body is covered by a complete demonic red armor with yellow outlines, carved with symbols and runes of chaos and Khorne. Black fur at the collar portion of the armor, and a necklace of skulls.

Her weapon is a demonic spear with the name of Slaupnir and is blessed by the original Khorne himself. Valkia bears the horned head of Locephax upon her demonic shield, the daemon's black eyes beguile those who seek to strike her, causing them to become distracted in battle, and causing their resolve to weaken.

Valkia, even with her demonic appearance, possesses a demonic and Depraved beauty, pointy demonic ears, black sclera, and burning red iris, a muscular but slim figure. Even with her armor on, the daemon possesses a large bust and behind, things that her armor fails to hide.

All these things and details, I know them from the original Khorne memories, memories that I'm still going through. Suddenly though, I see Valkia slowly raise her head to look in my direction.

Her demonic visage twisted in a blend of rage, devotion, and worry.

" My lord! We heard your screams! your realm shook at your pain and rage, your legions and princes await your orders, command us, my lord! Point us at the cause of your rage and pain and we shall bring you their skulls and spill their blood!" Valkia's devoted and angered voice is somehow heard throughout the sea of blood legions, her words invoked the rage and devotion of the other daemons, causing them to shout in agreement.

' What am I supposed to do now, I can't just tell them what happened.' I thought as anxiety started to run through my mind besides rage and murderous emotions.

" I have felt the Anathema, I have felt his blasted presence kill and destroy the soul of a mortal I have blessed, a dear soul of mine and one I wanted in my possession." My voice filled with rage and hate rumbles through what now is my domain. At my words, most of the daemons howl in rage, my anger becoming theirs as well.

" My lord! Command us and we shall bring you his skull, no matter the number of those that will fall, the Anathema skull will be yours for his transgression!" My giant burning eyes turned toward Skulltaker upon hearing his words.

" No!" At my roar, what once used to be a throne room filled with the war cries of thousands upon thousands of daemons became silent as a tomb. All of them looked at me with confusion and slight fear at invoking my rage upon themselves.

I slightly sit upon my throne and lean forward, taking notice of the metal armor I'm wearing but only taking a slight sight of it in terms of appearance. I grip the left armrest of the throne with the same hand, and with my right hand, I took a hold of the two-handed sword known as Warmaker.

A legendary blade capable of laying waste to the substance of worlds with a single blow. This fell weapon is known for its power, a single sweep can cut through reality itself, allowing Khorne's daemonic Blood Legions to spill forth into the Materium, and its ability to physically manifest the dark and destructive essence and power of Khorne through hot searing flames, hot fire that if left unchecked, is capable to burn entire worlds and galaxies.

It is with this knowledge that i now possess that i grip its handle and free the blade from the sea of Skulls that it has been trapped from, the mere drawing of the blade cause earthquakes throughout the whole realm, the seas of fires exploded, becoming more powerful and hotter, the searing hot flames licking at the red hides of the daemons, and the storms became more powerful, releasing the roars of thunders.

" The Anathema is mine, I will personally collect his skull from his dead burned body, fresh and still wet from his blood. None of you are powerful enough to defeat him, not yet." Even my whisper has this animalistic and murderous growl of anger, at this point, I have given up on trying to speak in a voice that isn't filled with rage and killing intent, I may lower the amount of it in my voice, but the difference isn't much.

I focus back on the red ocean of daemons staring at me, I notice how they became excited at the idea of me personally killing the Emperor of mankind. Suddenly I felt three different pairs of eyes on me, and none of them were from my daemons.

I gaze at the lands and three different realms that surrounded my own, separated by only both black volcanoes and mountains on fire and lava and I instinctively knew that it was the remaining three chaos gods watching and listening to my words, I realize that I could prevent them from doing both things, causing the fires and storms at the edge of my domain to block the two mentioned senses.

' But they have already heard enough, and now I have to convince both them and my daemons that I'm the real Khorne and not a different person.' I thought, so with this in mind, I focused back on my daemons.

" Listen to me, my blood legions, go, go to the materium, and bring destruction and slaughter to the mortals. Spill their blood! Bring me their skulls! Do not let any survivors! Let them know of my rage!" I shouted in rage and fury, my words filled with uncontrollable hatred, my booming voice thundering throughout my realm.

And with a sudden move and flick of the wrist, I made a horizontal slash toward the air at my right, far from the throne, my sword cut through reality itself and a horizontal warp rift appeared, stretching for miles.

At seeing this all of my daemons cheered in excitement and bloodlust, half my legions rushed toward the rift, bloodletters, flesh hounds, different types of heralds leading large legions of bloodletters, and my greater daemons, the bloodthirsters, and different daemons princes.

" Skulls for the skull throne!" " Blood for the blood god" "Murder!" " Kill them all!" " Let the blood flow!" " butcher them!" " For lord Khaneth!"

I ignored the war cries of my daemons. In my heart, I couldn't find guilt or remorse for releasing the daemons into the occupied worlds of Xenos and humans that haven't been discovered by the imperium, the rift is made so that it will lead them to different worlds instead of only one place.

My mind and psyche already changing from the memories and principle domains I now hold.

' Do I even have a heart anymore?' I silently wonder in my mind.

I turn to the four daemon princes in front of me and I see Skulltaker and Mazarall also rushing toward the Rift and the remaining two started to also jog toward the rift.

" Valkia, Thorgar, stay behind." At my order, the two stopped and turned toward me, awaiting my orders.

I turned toward the remaining blood legions that had decided to stay behind.

" Leave and return to your stations." At this, the remaining daemons left me, and soon after the brass tower as they returned to their previous posts and activities.

I turn toward the three chaos gods still watching me and I snarl toward them with rage and hatred as a warning before I will the fires and storms in my realm to thicken around my realm's borders, blocking both sight and hearing, preventing the other gods from spying.

Turning back to the two Daemon princes. I glare at both of them, causing them to stare at the seas of skulls acting as the ground.

" You two will stay behind to defend and lead the forces of my realm in case the other three gods decide to send their puny and weak minions to try to invade it.

Thorgar, go to the Bastion stair and stay there guarding it. And you Valkia, stay in the brass tower, you will be in charge of its defenses.

Leave me now and go to your ordered stations." As my raging voice echoes through the throne room, the two daemons princes bow in reverence and leave.

Now alone with the only company as flesh hounds and my now personal pet, Karanak.

As I sit on my throne, I can't help but go over the memories of the original Khorne.

' This will take a while…' I thought before focusing on my task.

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This is it for the first chapter, let me know what you think in the review section. Feel free to ask questions in the review section and I will answer them in the next chapter.

I accept constructive criticism, not simple hate, thank you.