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Author's Notes: Well that's weird. People actually like this story? Why doe? Also, I meant grimdark in the case that things take harsher turns for the worse (aka, even grimdarker things like the daemonculaba, maybe a story about a Slaaneshi slave that doesn't involve sex somehow?). But in light of that, I also wish for it to be more sensible, thus leading me to realize how nobledark this story could turn out. Basically, I have reasons, shitty reasons, but they are my reasons none the less and I have no idea how to explain them.
Also there won't be lemons, but heretical love will be present. The heretical love will always be present. And also heretical harem. No lemons cause that ruins the grimdark, but still harem.
Terra, Time Unknown
"As much as you are my child, captain Saul, that is a name too confusing for I." The Emperor retorted as Saul's head lowered down again.
"Apologies m'lord." Saul responded as the Emperor whispered 'forgiven' so that only he heard it.
"Well then what do you suggest?" The Doom Marine's prompt read as the Emperor refrained from putting his armored claw hands to his chin in thought.
"How about the Doom Bringers?" The Emperor suggested as the Doom Marine put a hand to his helmet.
"Too simple." His prompt read simply. Meanwhile, the marines were as confused as someone learning about a Tzeentch plan. They simply could not comprehend how the Doom Marine, an armored man that was spat out of the butthole of the warp, was talking to the God Emperor of Mankind on equal terms, borderline as if the Emperor were beneath him. The two of them soon found themselves sitting across from each other as they threw out names for his legion for so long that even the space marines got up from their kneeling position before looking at them with confusion. Soon enough the Doom Marine stood up as his message prompt began with:
"Argent-" With only a millisecond passing as the Emperor shot up, the force causing the ground to shake a bit.
"Angels o-!" The two then nodded as they came to an agreeable name.
"Then so be it. Your legion will hold the name of 'The Argent Angels'. Hopefully another angel-named legion won't cause the other two to in-fight. I don't need another warp-caused headache." The Emperor said absentmindedly.
"That was… interesting to say the least." Saul said as he was in-awe while also being confused at what had transpired before him and the other marines. The Doom Marine soon turned to the small, starting group of the Argent Angels, all of them looking at him for an answer as to what they would do now. The Doom Marine was not one to normally do anything requiring calculating as he never really cared. However, he knew the basic needings of managing a group from his past military training and pointed as Saul before motioning him to come over.
"I want a roster of all the survivors of the Isstvaan III massacre and I will need you to oversee the 'crunchy parts' of leading a legion." The Doom Marine's prompt read as Saul raised an eyebrow. Seeing as how he was a Captain already, he expected this.
"Of course." Saul got to work immediately as the Doom Marine watched him quickly go through the survivors consisting of the Death Guard, Luna Wolves (not wanting to call them the Sons of Horus so as to not cause screams of heresy to ring around the planet), Emperor's Children, Thousand Sons, the Alpha Legion, Night Lords, and Word Bearers. Before Saul was finished and about to hand over the data pad he had used to make the roster, the Emperor's face appeared in the corner of the Doom Marine's hud. He opened it and the message simply read: "Come to the room next to you." The Doom Marine ignored Saul completely as he walked to the door of the room he was told to appear near before the door slid up and let him in.
"I have more members to join your legion." The Emperor said as a single light turned on as the Emperor disappeared in a flash of light. The Doom Marine then noticed the Imperial Fist guards present as there were now five naked (except for the power armor bit that covered their heretical parts) space marines chained to the wall by all of their limbs. He turned his head as he saw their armor neatly placed on dummies, the color scheme being black and red.
"Sir," One of the Imperial Fists guard said with obvious annoyance, "these are Dark Angels that were also present on the ship of survivors from the Battle of Isstvaan III."
"We are not traitors! We need to warn you of what is happening to our homeworld of Caliban!" One of the Dark Angels said as the Imperial Fist smashed his bolter against the marine's face in an attempt to silence him.
"The report about the Dark Angels loyalties on Caliban are already confirmed as loyal, there is no other need to question them. The Emperor has committed them to immediate execution unless you say otherwise." The Doom Marine walked forward and stared straight towards the centermost prisoner.
"Name." The Doom Marine's prompt read.
"Asmodai. Member of the 8th Company Assault Squad." The Dark Angel tried to say respectfully but looked away before spitting out blood.
"What has supposedly happened on Caliban?" The Doom Marine's interrogation began.
"The Dark Angels stationed there have turned traitor! The Emperor won't even believe us!" The Doom Marine was actually a bit surprised at the simple answer Asmodai had provided.
"And what exactly has happened?" He continued to question the imprisoned Dark Angels.
"My brothers never noticed anything going around us, but us five were able to find out about the incoming massacre because one of us is a psyker and caught the massive amount of fluctuation surrounding and slowly creeping across Caliban. We boarded a ship before communications were cut off by someone and soon made way to Isstvaan III under directions of our psyker in order to save as many loyalists as we could. However, we were caught in the crossfire outside the planet's orbit and were soon caught fighting for our lives just so we could board the same ship the other survivors escaped on." Asmodai said as best he could without slurring it with his blood.
"Unchain them. They are under my command until I say so. No one, even the so-called primarch of the Dark Angels, can take them from my legion. Now, you five are under my orders." The Doom Marine's prompt read as the Dark Angels didn't react. They expected nothing less, especially since the Emperor was the one who damned them in the first place anyways. The Imperial Fists proceeded to unchain the Dark Angels before leaving as if nothing had happened. They soon re-equipped themselves before following the Doom Marine as they joined the small group of the traitor legion loyalists.
"What will be our first order sir?" Saul asked as the space marines stood at attention before the Doom Marine.
"Arrange for transportation for me and four others." The Doom Marine ordered as Saul nodded before running off. The Doom Marine then looked at the group before his message prompt appeared and enlarged itself so they all could read.
"I want a member of the following legions: the Death Guard, the Emperor's Children, the Thousand Sons, and the World Eaters." The legions soon separated before the four legions stood at attention. The Doom Marine eyed each of them before pushing a single marine out of the line from each legion.
"Follow me. I have a mission for you." The Doom Marine ordered as a thunderhawk landed just near them before Saul walked out of the loading side.
"Ah Saul, I now need you to get these marines organized, we need some sort of center or base to operate when we return." The Doom Marine stated before boarding the thunderhawk with the four marines following him.
Location Unknown, Time Unknown
"Sir! Why would you bring us here!?" The Emperor's Children loyalist asked as they looked outside the pilot's cockpit and was met by what appeared to be the warp. It soon landed before the pilot soon exploded into sparkles.
"Probably because of the warp." The Doom Marine's prompt read as he knew exactly the expressions the space marines were carrying was mostly horrified. So much for not knowing fear. The door soon opened as the marines were dragged out by some unknown force while the Doom Marine merely walked calmly forward as he exited the thunderhawk before being met by the sight of the Chaos Gods again. The space marines were currently floating as if a massive hand was keeping them squeezed in the air, stopping them from escaping. The bloodied bandaged form of Khorne soon leaned forward before his massive face was only a foot away from the Doom Marine.
"Ah, what brings you back here?" He asked as the marines were surprised at how the Doom Marine had already been here.
"I assume you have found those that you want to take our so-called challenges?" Tzeentch asked as the Doom Marine nodded once, causing the Chaos God of Change to laugh hysterically.
"Let us begin the trials then!" Khorne cheered as the Chaos Gods all grabbed their respective trial member. The Emperor's Children marine was pulled away by a tentacle demon of Slaanesh, the Thousand Sons marine disappeared in a blink of light blue light, the Death Guard marine fell to the ground as he sunk in before disappearing completely into the ground, and finally the World Eaters marine melted into a pool of blood. However, before they all disappeared simultaneously, Khorne's laugh filled the warp with terror before speaking.
"Be thankful for this fuckers! You're about to be judged by the Chaos Gods!"
Khorne's Skullscape, Time Unknown
"Goddamnit!" The World Eaters space marine cried out as he landed harshly on the ground. However, every time he moved, his armor seemed to crack against something. He soon rose up as he found that the ground was made of skulls, while he could also see endless rivers and waterfalls of blood. He looked up to see Khorne's massive form take his seat atop his trademark throne of skulls. And contrary to popular belief, the World Eater's only thought was of how to escape this emperor-forsaken realm.
"Space Marine! You've been chosen by the Doom Marine to represent me! Khorne! God of Blood, War, and Honor! Do not disappoint!" Khorne cheered as a chainaxe and bolt pistol dropped before the loyalist.
"Honor me with blood!" Khorne yelled as a multitude of demons rushed at the World Eater, who gripped the chain axe and bolt pistol as the army charged at him.
"Urrryyaaa!" The World Eater rushed forward to meet the charging demon armies as he grit his teeth. The World Eater began to show brutality and anger that was normally only present when a World Eaters legionary had their butcher's nails still implanted. The World Eater began by slicing a demon in half before shoulder charging another demon as he avoided a slice from the side.
'He will fight, and he will destroy everything in his path.' The Doom Marine thought as he watched the feed of the World Eater going on his massacre.
In the top left hand corner, he soon saw the Death Guard had made planetfall in a forest that looked like cancer and AIDS had a miscarriage.
Nurgle's Garden, Time Unknown
"Where in the Emperor's name am I?" The Death Guard marine asked as he tried to grab the ground. However, instead of being met with something solid, he could have sworn he grabbed something made of sludge that sure as hell wasn't mud.
"Death Guard my putrid ass. You space marines can't even face me without shaking in your shitty power armor. Now face my challenge to prove your endurance!" Nurgle said as the space marine turned around to look around and faced the disgusting form of the God of Disease, Plagues, and Crotch Rot.
"Will your imperviousness let you survive marine?" Nurgle asked as the space marine looked around at the disfigured and disgusting landscape that was Nurgle's seemingly never-ending, vile 'garden'.
"Survive, and maybe you'll be worthy of my beautiful gifts." Nurgle stated as he used one of his pus-filled hands to flick the space marine off the tree he was standing atop. He soon rose himself up, only to find that Nurgle's garden, even the ground, was alive, and of course, was trying to consume him. He patted himself all around before finding that he was luckily carrying a bolt pistol and chainsword.
"I will endure!" The Death Guard marine yelled as he sliced clean through a flower that had grown a mouth and razor sharp teeth in an attempt to consume him.
'No matter what, he must put up with that bullshit.' The Doom Marine continued to watch as the space marines began their challenges, this time looking at the stream of the Emperor's Children marine.
Slaanesh's Domain (Probably a massive BDSM Dungeon), Time Unknown
'This music… it sounds… familiar…' The Emperor's Children space marine thought to himself as he tried to stand up, only to find that he was restrained to what he thought was a massive piece of wood or something else solid. The only thing that caused the marine to feel worry was the fact that he was naked like the day he was implanted with geneseed.
"Because you cannot see me, let me introduce myself. I am Slaanesh, the prince of pleasure, hedonism, excess, and all of that lovely stuff." Slaanesh started, but the next half of the sentence was a whisper as the marine was somehow sweating at its voice. He couldn't comprehend how he could feel such… heretical ecstasy and pleasure with every word the chaos god spoke.
"The Doom Marine says that perfection means nothing to you. That you derive no pleasure from anything. Let's change this shall we?" Slaanesh continued to whisper as the Emperor's Children marine wanted to break out and kill whatever it was that was making him feel such pleasure.
"Fuck off! Chaos can suck my dick!" The Emperor's Children marine yelled valiantly. However, he had no idea that this would happen to him literally.
"You will break space marine, but for now, enjoy this amazing orchestra I've prepared for you!" Slaanesh mocked as the space marine grit his teeth and even began to foam at the corners of his mouth due to the somehow pleasurable cacophony of sound that was assaulting his ears.
'He must not be tempted. Willpower is key to survival.' The Doom Marine thought as he turned his attention to the Thousand Sons marine.
Tzeentch's Ever-Changing City, Time Unknown (Forever Changing in this case)
"Behold spess mehreen, sorcery and the gift of change!" The disgusting and tentacley figure of Tzeentch said as the Thousand Sons marine screamed in pain as his usual body was disfigured with his arms replacing his legs and vice versa. His body seemed to be constantly changing from it's normal figure to something not short of an abomination, with each transformation causing unimaginable amounts of pain that increased with each transformation.
"Wouldn't you want to be the bringer of change, rather than the victim of it? Simply pledge yourself to me, and rule over change in my name!" Tzeentch said as the Thousand Sons marine was finally normal for only a second before he shook his head.
"So be it." The god of change said angrily as he snapped his fingers, causing the marine to resume his disgusting transformations, his screams filling the crystal gardens of Tzeentch's realm.
Terra, Time Unknown
"Sir, why did you only take one member of each legion?" A Night Lords loyalist asked Saul, the new second-in-command of the newly formed Argent Angels.
"I don't really know, the Doom Marine selected those four before leaving so abruptly." He responded.
"Then what would you have us do in the meantime?" An Emperor's Children loyalist asked.
"Prepare for their return, but in the case that they do not return quickly, help in the fortifying of Terra against Horus' siege. The Emperor said we will specialize in combatting Chaos, which we shall fulfill wholeheartedly.
Eye of Terror, Time Unknown
The Doom Marine was examining his double-barrel shotgun as he waited for the return of the marines. However, his pondering was cut short by the chanting and whispers of demons.
"Kill him, maim him, doom him to the warp! Doom him to Hell!" The demons chanted. Seeing as how this was the 31st millennium, the Doom Marin was quickly triggered by the words doom and hell being in the same sentence. He walked toward the charging horde while pushing the barrels of his shotgun down, causing the empty barrels to fly out and land on the ground harmlessly before the Doom Marine loaded two, fresh new shells into his weapon.
He soon met the demons head on as he caught a small demon by its neck with one hand before using his other to empty his shotgun into two lesser demons. He then proceeded to crush the demon's neck before tossing the corpse into three charging demons. Quickly switching to his chainsaw, the Doom Marine slammed it into the shoulder of another demon wielding some sort of fiery blade. However, due to him being a bit preoccupied with what he was doing, something smashed itself into his back, sending him flying forward and crashing into a group of lesser demons. However, he was used to this as he landed on his feet before facing a massive demon, possibly a demon prince due to the armor it was wearing and the massive axe it wielded.
"I will honor Khorne with your blood!" The demon yelled as he swiped and hacked away at the Doom Marine, clearing out multiple demons as Khorne would never bless someone who only won in a 64 vs 1 as he was an honorable chaos god. The Doom Marine soon something glowing in the background as he continued to dodge the axe attacks before finding an opening as he slid under the demon's legs as he grabbed the glowing red orb before the same red light consumed the entire area. And as soon as it appeared, the light dissipated, the demon looking in confusion as the Doom Marine was now instead holding a Hellshot semi-automatic rifle.
"Your weapons cannot hurt me!" The demon yelled as the Doom Marine took aim with the sleek weapon before firing what looked like a laser. But upon closer inspection, the weapon was actually firing daggers made of pure Hell energy. The demon was surprised as it pierced his armor and blood leaked from where he was hit.
"You will die here!" The demon roared before the Doom Marine leaped over an axe sweep while still emptying a magazine of the Hellshot into the demon, it's movements becoming slower with each hit. Soon enough, the Doom Marine had forced the demon to take a knee as he climbed up the demon's leg before he stood before its massive face.
"What are you?" The demon asked as the Doom Marine's prompt appeared as he revved up his chainsaw.
"The Doom Slayer, bitch."
-End-
Author's Notes:
So yeah, everything is confusing atm, but I am figuring out things as I write, but I hope to flesh out more detailed parts of the legion.
Also, if you don't like the legion name, too bad. I didn't want to put DOOM in it cause it would become too repetitive. It's one thing to be repetitive, but that would be TOO repetitive. I love my alliteration too though.
As for the traitor legion loyalists, I included the original survivor loyalists, but also those of the other legions that weren't present on Isstvaan III. Not to mention, Alpha Legion = Best Legion.
And for the case of Asmodai, I can say that he'll keep his usual position, just that he won't actually be part of the Dark Angels, but still hellbent on making the Fallen "Repent".