Chapter I

Segmentum Solar, High orbit around Titan

On the outside, Lord Inquisitor Marion was a cold rough man. His face was square, with the powerful jaws of a seasoned warrior, and a single, massive burnt mark covering the left side of his face, tendrils of scarred flesh extending from the circular burn to every direction on his face, the aftermath of a duel with a Chaos Sorcerer. He was bald, his head crowned with the litany of detestation tattooed in his scalp, and his eyes were an icy grey color that seemed be judging to damnation all what they saw.

There was no such thing as innocence for Marion, just degrees of guilt.

And Aeniss knew that her particular degree of guilt was damn close to whatever line the inquisitor used when deciding whether to shot something on sight. She didn't fool herself thinking that Marion had any attachment to her, despite the fact that she had been his prime interrogator and nominal successor for over ten years. She was a psyker, a inherently tainted being, a mutant only tolerated in the measure she could further mankind's glory, and after so long she didn't need to use her physic powers to know just how much Marion disliked her.

In fact, the man disliked pretty much anything. No matter how cold and rough he looked on the outside, Marion was far, far colder on the inside. Only by erasing from existence all xeno, heretic, and mutant on his path would Marion finally rest, and he lived only to serve the Emperor.

Not mankind, but the Emperor.

Marion was the inquisitor that more exterminatus orders had executed in the last two hundred years, and he had, literally, the blood of millions on his hands. His name was spoken in whispers amongst the lower ranking members of the Ordo Hereticus, and his spectacular and ruthless cleansings of heresies all around the Imperium were used as examples to the new maids of the sisters of battle and interrogators of the proper way of dealing with taint.

Unlike most inquisitors, who took full advantage of their status and led a life of luxury, Marion was stoic to the extreme, and those under his command were expected to follow suit. His personal vessel, the Merciless Wrath was devoid of the traditional gothic extravaganza present on almost all ships of the imperium.

Only the ominous stylized Latin I of the inquisition and the double headed eagle of the God-Emperor of Mankind marked the black painted hull, and the ship glided trough space like a phantom of death, it's four kilometer length filed with massive lance batteries and other weapons capable of laying waste to ships twice it's size.

The same could be said of the inside of the vessel, it's hallways dark and ominous, as if somehow Inquisitor Marion believed a few lights would tax the massive plasma reactors of the ship. It was not very gratifying to work for the inquisitor, and most of the time, it made Aeniss though that maybe she would had better luck as sanctioned psyker attached to a Imperial Guard regiment.

Yeah, right now, Cachatcan or Cadia sounded a lot better that being under the freezing glare of the Inquisitor.

"Why wasn't I informed of this sooner?" He asked, looking at the report on his augmentic hand, a souvenir of a Khorne berserker many years ago, and then looking back at Aeniss.

To her credit, she didn't flinch. Aeniss was a delta level psyker, with enough power to do some rather spectacular feats in the heat of battle, and with enough training as to not being reduced to the state of near constant madness of most sanctioned psyker. Of course, she was forced to sleep in a room full of purity seals, and confess to the ship ecclesiarch twice a day, but those were minor inconveniences compared to the fate of most psykers in the Imperium.

However, during her training and her ten years campaigning for the inquisition on some of the worst nests of heresy of the 40th millemium she had seen and heard things more disturbing than the inquisitor's cold voice and hard glare.

Although not by far.

"My lord, deciphering Adeptus Mechanicus messages is…a difficult endeavor to say the least. It took me six months of using my true sight to unravel the meaning behind their strange code, and the efforts of our astropaths were formidable. I apologize for the delay, but as you see, we are still on time to act." She said. The use of her True sight was a dangerous endeavor. By concentrating, she could unravel the meaning of any and all symbolism, language, or written text…however, as she had been told many a times during training, knowledge on the ways of the Enemy is a weakness, and even mundane books and symbols could overwhelm her with their meaning if she wasn't careful. The sight had to be exercised with caution, as Aeniss was fully aware of the damming knowledge's that are hidden in the galaxy, just waiting for one such as her to find them and lose their minds in the process.

"Those fools of the Mechanicus…do they really think the Blessed Emperor would task one of their kind with such a task? A world of psykers? This is obviously a plot of the Great Enemy, and they are going to fall straight for it." Marion's voice was filled with contempt. As an ultraorthodox inquisitor, he had a great deal of suspicion about the Mechanicus secret rites, and that why he spent considerable resources monitoring their most suspicious activities. If it wasn't for their status on the Imperium, as holders of all of its technology and industrial capabilities, Marion and a horde of other inquisitors would have long ago tore their order apart for heresy.

Aeniss did not comment. She herself did not have strong feelings against the Mechanicus although the Tech-priests strange technologies and bizarre mindsets were disconcerting to her psyker part, however the history of a ten millemia project ordered before the Horus Heresy by the Emperor on a remote world outside explored space sounded truly far fetched…what interest could possibly had the Great Enemy in luring a Mechanicus task force that far away from any know sources of chaos activity was a mystery to her.

"Inform the Navigator. Make him plot a warp course to rendezvous with the Mechanicus fleet, and send a message to the segmetum command, requisitioning any combat ready troops and ships. We will join the Mechanicus task-force…and if it comes to it, we will make sure any taint is cleansed without mercy." Said the Marion, his eyes shining with that strange spark of zealous bloodlust he got wherever he was about to bring battle to the enemies of man.

"My lord, are you sure? The Mechanicus may not take kindly our intromission…" Aeniss asked politely. She knew that the inquisitor only tolerated her because of her usefulness, and it didn't take a psyker to know that the man despised her. Psikers, were after all, mutants, no matter how useful they were. Still, as interrogator, her life was pretty much tied to the inquisitor. If he died or failed on a mission, she could, and would be held accountable for allowing the death of her master. And she would die too if the Mechanicus decided that the Merciless presence wasn't welcome, as powerful as the vessel was, the Mechanicus had technology on their ships from the dark age, technology so valuable as to be worth entire worlds. The Merciless, and by extension herself, would be erased if they presented themselves without proper care.

Let it not be said that Aeniss fought only for herself. On the contrary, she was a stalwart defended of mankind, and frying heretics with warp lighting was truly satisfying for her, but death, for a powerful psyker, was far from a nice prospect.

The longer she could live, the better.

"Do not question me, Aeniss. We are His majesty the God-Emperor of Man's Inquisition. The contents of this message, although most likely to be false, could change the face of the Imperium, they would not dare deny us our presence on this expedition." Said Marion, dismissing her with a wave of his hand. Knowing better than to annoy the lord inquisitor, whose augmentic arm was capable of grabbing his ceremonial bolter, pointing it at her, and turning her head of into a bloody pulp faster that she could gather enough power as to lit a match, she bowed and left to execute his orders.

As she crossed the door to the command bridge of the Merciless, she felt an all too familiar shiver run trough her spine. A psyker of her power was gifted with a limited form of prescience, and such shivers were its most usual manifestation. Since the decoding of that message, those sensations had become increasingly frequent.

Perhaps it was good time for a confession.

Souther Rim, Location ??

Uzumaki Naruto had known fear before. As a child, he was afraid of older people, because they were unusually cruel to him. The meeting with the kyuubi had been a terrifying experience, as he was faced with a creature that only by the intervention of some dark, mysterious and bloody ritual was stopped from destroying konoha utterly. When he fought Gaara, he was sure there were few things as frightening as the berserker vessel. But all of those fears had been conquered, trough sheer determination, or more likely because his only choice was to stand to them or die. As it was, there was a single thing that Naruto feared, and that was helplessness. To know he had no hand to play in the events unfolding in front of him had become, during his short fifteen years of life, his worst fear.

That is, until a few hours…or was it days? The place were naruto´s near death had sent him was a place meant to break the soul of anything that feels, a place were only terror and despair could exist.

It had been easy to leave the presence of the kyuubi, infused by the creature awesome hatred and its horrid revelations. He had crossed the Golden Gate, his hands crackling with power and his eyes blinded with hate towards the creatures that lied beyond, servants of the same cruel, mocking gods that his so-called father bloodily worshiped.

But as the Gate closed behind him, he was no more The Sword and The Flame´s vessel. He was no longer Mankind´s Hatred made flesh. He was Uzumaki Naruto, a mere teenager, and the warp was vast and terrible. Many far, far, far greater men had succumbed to it.

And now he felt so very small. The wails of the warp had assaulted him the moment he crossed the gate, and the red tide of power that had fought the maddening lights of the imaterium was now gone, leaving him fully exposed to their mind-twisting nature.

Narutos eyes flickered madly from one side of the hallway to the other, a numbing tide of sensations assaulting him at every second. Visions on the corner of his eyes, whispers in familiar language at his ears, shivers and sudden waves of heat running trough his body. He had only managed to take a few steps away from the gate before the power of the kyuubi all but banished from his body, and with it, his resolve.

Only a small hazy red aura covered his hands, warm and comforting, but wholly insufficient to overcome the sheer mental exhaustion that came with just standing still in the realm

"Child, your shape is the core of the realm. With my power being used to heal your physical body, the horrors of the warp are free to roam this place, and they will be drawn to you. If you are destroyed, then the realm will be undone, and your body will become a gateway of flesh and bone from which the horrors can pour into the physical realm, using my power and yours as fuel. The small amount of energy I can spare to you will defend you from being tainted by the very touch of the horrors, but the rest is up to you. You must survive until I can fully repair your body and close the gaps that make us vulnerable to the warp." Said the voice of the kyuubi, resonating from the gate behind him.

"W-What? B-but?" stuttered Naruto, turning towards the gate, only to see it closed. The broken face of the massive warrior carved on it seemed to be looking at him, while all the other warriors were glaring at him with their golden, stone eyes.

"Hate them child! Your only option here is battle! You are going to face the very worst enemies of man, of all you love! Will you let them live? Will you allow them to feast on our souls and then on the souls of your friends? If you do…even your father would be a greater man…at least he didn't flinch when I came to cast judgment upon his cursed self." The voice of the kyuubi was harsh and cold, charged with contempt, even despite the gate separating Naruto from the beast.

Naruto had been subject of many a disappointed stare, of many curses and contemptuous words, but no other had ever hit him as hard as the words of the kyuubi, and the stare of the warriors depicted on the battle. Suddenly, the wails of the warp, the maddening lights, and the horrors at the edge of his vision seemed to be harmless when compared with the weight of those images of holy defenders of man looking at him with disappointment and distaste.

It was like in those golden eyes and rough square faces, had been engraved the full weight and power of the entire human race, as if those eyes bore the will of uncountable souls, each and every one disgusted at the pathetic child that had been forced to endure as the vessel of their avatar.

"I…I will fight! You'll see, everybody will see! i am not like that…that worm! I will fight here!" He said hesitating at first, and then with more confidence. The faces of the warriors grew pleased, and with each word, the wails of the warp sounded even louder and harsher. The warmness from the kyuubi´s power on his hands grew, and it became like a raging fire that heated his body with raw power.

Naruto turned his back to the gate, and looked at the endless corridor extending in front of him, the purple light on the many holes in the black stone wavering angrily. It was still painful to look at, but he forced himself to look defiant.

"Come for me! I am Uzumaki Naruto, and I kick all of your asses!" shouted Naruto. In his mind, he had just made an incredibly awesome pose and defied those cursed things that dwelled in there to come and try to get him.

In reality, he had just done something truly, truly stupid.

Naruto´s pose of defiance was shattered when from every corner of the realm a dark, booming laugh came, making Naruto flinch at the sheer malevolence and power that it carried.

And then, all hell broke loose.

Literally.

The laughter grew more powerful, and with it, a thousand inhuman screeches and howls started to assault Naruto, coming from the hallways in front of him. Naruto nervously fell in a battle stance, his burning hands raised in front of him, ready to tear anything that came his way with kyuubi´s power.

Finally, the laughter and the howls passed, replaced with a slow rumbling sound coming from the corridor.

"They can be much scarier than Garaa..." Said Naruto to himself, and for a moment, he swore that the tormented wails of the warp became a chorus of mocking laughter.

Then, from the dark corridor, Naruto saw them.

It was a literal stampede of bestial horrors, mutated humanoids, and pulsating masses of putrescent flesh, each of and every one of them charging at Naruto while howling from misshapen mouths and glaring with purple blazing eyes.

"...on a second thought" he muttered to himself, quickly panicking. He turned to run towards the gate, but the freezing glares of the carved warriors stopped him from doing so.

He turned around again, seeing the horde closing on him. Whit speed born out of desperation, he crossed his hands in the familiar kage bunshing seal instinctively.

The charka surged trough his body, focusing on his hands, were it mixed with kyuubi´s power, and ten clones appeared in front of Naruto, unlike any clones Naruto ever created.

They were overly muscular, standing on their fours like a predator. Red eyes stared at the horde, while they grinned a predatory smile, with sharp long teeth. Their hair was red and floated unnaturally like a flaming crow over their heads, and they were completely naked.

Naruto had no time to contemplated the strange effects that the power kyuubi lent him had on his clones before they stood up, and let out a horrid howl that drowned for a second every sound on the realm, and then, with a explosion of red charka, they launched themselves at the horde like missiles of red hatred, tearing trough the front ranks in a shower of black daemon blood and putrid flesh. The horde swallowed them, and continued their charge, but Naruto could still hear inhuman cries of pain and a dark laughter that sounded uncannily like his own beyond the howls of the daemons coming towards him.

Naruto made the seal again, this time summoning only two clones, witch almost immediately tried to charge at the horde.

"Wait! Come here you morons!" he yelled desperately. He needed those clones to cast the only jutsu he knew that would be destructive enough as to keep that horde from killing him instantly.

The clones turned their head towards him, snarling, and then in a burst of speed were at his side.

"Commands us, Master" They said at unison, in a warped voice that sounded like Naruto, yet different.

Naruto only extended his hand, and the clones understood. The horde was closing in fast, only a hundred meters or so from were Naruto stood, however, it seemed to have slowed down considerably, and the very, very disturbing laughter coming from its direction told naruto that those kyuubi-enhanced clones had something to do with it.

The two clones near him did not waste any time. They began moving their clawed hands over Naruto´s own, and a small swirling ball started taking shape. Naruto focused more charka desperately, as the horde came closer and closer.

The ball grew and began to take a red glow, as the clones grinned ferally and began to mutter something under their breaths. Naruto was unnerved by them, somewhat aware that those clones were more the kyuubi's creation than his own, but he had no time to ponder the matter as the ball on his hand began to crackle with angry red lighting.

"What are you doing?! Put the nature manipulation!" He yelled at one of the clones, panicking at the prospect of failing to complete his attack

"Our Nature is Hate, master!" Answered the clone, grinning at Naruto.

The ball was now almost solid, of such a deep crimson It was almost black. Tendrils of red lighting were lashing from it as it spun on Naruto´s hands, and Naruto found himself unable to pour more charka into the ball.

"This better work you idiots!" He said to the clones, before bending his legs, preparing himself to charge the horde.

The tow clones stood at his sides, with the same predatory grin as always, and said.

"Do not worry master! These creatures are no match for us!" They said.

Naruto gave a sideways glance to the crazy clones, unnerved by their attitude. They didn't act like him, nor did they act like the kyuubi…it was odd to say the least

The horde was now very close. Naruto, gulped, and with a cry, he ran towards them, the glowing ball of hatred on his hand and the two mad clones at his side roaring like berserkers.

"WE ARE THE SWORD OF MANKIND! WE ARE THE FIRE THAT PURGES THE TAINT!" They yelled as they ran past Naruto and clashed against the horde surrounded by red charka, making daemon blood explode every were.

Naruto continued forward, all on his mind having being reduced to that fateful charge that would decide his fate.

A massive daemon, a snake like thing with two bladed arms protruding from its jaw and a lolling tongue dripping some purple substance broke from the front rank of the horde, it six purple eyes glaring madly at Naruto while a inhuman howl of anticipation broke trough its misshapen mouth.

The snake thing raised its head from the ground, looming over Naruto as its body trampled other smaller daemons in it's attempt to get to Naruto first.

Seeing the massive drooling mouth looming over him, Naruto channeled chakra to his feet. He somersaulted above the snake, and stuck to the ceiling of the hallway, while he continued to run forward. The daemons below him jumped and snarled at him, some of them throwing balls of purple fire that Naruto artfully dodged, while he extended the ball with the red rasengan on his hand towards them, wasps of red lighting burning the demons below into nothingness.

Naruto looked below him and saw that there was no end to the horde, each side of the corridor full of horrors as far as his view could reach.

"Damn! VERY WELL! YOU WANT UZUMAKI NARUTO! THEN YOU CAN HAVE HIM!" he shouted

Chakra began to swirl at his feet, and in a suicidal move, he released it, shooting towards the horde below, bringing the red ball towards the daemon covered floor.

"HATRED RELEASE! RASENSHURIKEN!" He yelled, thinking on the fly on a name for the strange rasengan created by the kyuubi infused clones.

The ball collided with the sea of daemon flesh, and then all went white.

It was like a small nuclear explosion. The daemons on Naruto´s path were vaporized immediately, and when the ball finally collided with the floor, it exploded with a shockwave of red charka that burned to crisps everything on it's path, extending to every direction of the corridors, red lighting lashing in every direction angrily as the ball spun against the ground, exploding over and over again in massive shockwaves while Naruto gritted his teeth and closed his eyes to shield them from the brilliance of the jutsu.

Finally the ball stopped spinning and then, it exploded for real. Naruto was thrown painfully against the ceiling and then fell to the ground again. He was left sprawled on the slick floor, groaning as the superheated stone burnt him, but unable to move from the pain.

Finally he felt two hands grab him and lift him. He opened his eyes groggily, and looked around.

There was nothing. The floors and walls glowed red hot as the stone like material dissipated the heat from the explosion, and the daemon horde was reduced to piles of ash covering the floor, a mist of vapor covering the halls with the pestilent smell of burnt daemon.

Two of the kyuubi clones were holding him, grinning sadistically.

"That was masterful, lord! These creatures had no hope against Man's power" Said the clone.

Naruto was too shaken to respond, occupied as he was by the amazing attack he just performed. That thing made the rasenshuriken look like a academy trick.

Though he was hurting like hell. No, that was not a proper way to say it. A pain so strong that even your soul hurt had simply no name.

"H-how?" he asked raspily. His body was strangely devoid of injuries, but the pain was all too real.

The clones smiled widely.

"We are Hate, you are hate's vessel…its power vanished these wretched creatures, but master is not yet trained to wield the full power of Man" Said the clone

Naruto was about to question the clone's cryptic words, but suddenly they let go of him, allowing him to fall against to the still burning floor face down.

He groaned, trying to look hatefully at the clones but ended up glaring at their feet.

"A Dark one is coming…" said a clone to the other, its grin vanishing. Naruto heard a loud noise approaching

Thump…Thump…Thump….THUMP

"ARRRRRRGGHHHHH!!" the howl was terrifying, but Naruto was feeling too much pain to care.

"We must defend Master" He heard a clone say. Naruto attempted to raise his head to look at them, but it was useless, it hurt way, way too much.

"GRAAAAAAWWWWWWWAAAGGHHHHH!! LOKT MAREN ET NOR KORNHE!!" Something howled in an inhuman voice, speaking on a strange tongue. Naruto did not know why, but the last word sent a shiver trough his body, and made his pain multiply ten fold.

"DIE SPAWN OF CHAOS! IN THE NAME OF MANKIND!!" He heard a clone shout.

A massive metallic sound resonated trough the hallway, coupled with the a pair of tearing sounds. A howl followed, echoed by another war cry of a clone.

A poof sound was heard, telling Naruto that a clone had been dispelled.

"DAMN YOU BEAST! YOU WILL FALL TO OUR FEET! NO CREATURE CAN STAND THE WRATH OF MAN!" yelled a clone.

"WHA HAHA! ERNOTM LEART MARESH? UP SO LIERKING? BAKNER!!" Said the inhuman voice, in a tone that Naruto could only label as mocking.

Another loud metallic sound, and then a howl of pain. Two metallic sounds in rapid succession and then another poof.

Thump...thump….thump…

Naruto groaned, feeling that for some reason, now would be a very good moment to try and stand. He rolled his body, and managed to look upwards. His eyes widened in fear when he saw a huge, inhumanly muscled red scaly creature raising the largest axe he had ever seen above him, ready to chop him in half.

The axe began its downward arc, and Naruto cursed himself, closing his eyes as he waited for the inevitable.

Suddenly he felt cold, and the pain was gone. He waited for an undetermined amount of time, and opened his eyes.

The night sky of the elemental nations greeted him, and after blinking a few times in confusion he raised his hands to look at them. They were bloody, yes, but the blood was dry. He looked over at himself, astonished. There were not much of his clothes left, but his body was uninjured and most important of all, there were no horrid daemons around.

He tried to stand up, using the tree he had been sitting against as support, as he was fairly disoriented.

Finally, he stood up looking around him. He was in the middle of a forest, just like he had been after the fight with Itachi and Kisame. There was no pain, no wails tearing at his soul, and no demons trying to chop him in half.

"Ughh…that was one messed up dream…." He said to himself.

"A dream, child?" He heard a familiar voice speaking in his head.

His eyes widened, and he promptly fainted on the spot.

A/N The second chapter of symphony of hatred is finished. Im sorry is it wasn't as great as the first, but it is difficult to tie warhammer darkness with naruto´s character without turning him into a emo or arrogant bastard, something I don't wanna do.

I am officially requesting a beta. English is not my first language, and none of my friends are better at it than me, so if you want to help other to be able to read this without grammatical and orthographic horrors, then PM me.

Oh, and in order to help those that don't have very extensive base of warhammer knowledge or none at all enjoy this fic, ill be posting a reference chapter of sorts with pertinent information about the warhammer universe.

Screen Surfer: As you see, your question has been anwered. There will no be astartes on this fic for a long while. I don´t like them very much. They are cool like a gun, but not very interesting to write about, and honestly, the imperial guard and sisters of battle are more likely to make a presence. As for other races, they will come in time, but for now I think that poor naruto has enough on his hands with chaos and the imperium.

Gogulu: Marines are NOT immortal. They age, albeit at a very slow rate, as it was show on the horus heresy books. Even trough teorically they can´t die of old age, the very naure of their work means that none of them has ever lived more than a millemia, except the chaos marines that live in a different time frame thanks to the warp, and the oldest one in a dreadnought is like four millemia old. No one of them was around when the emperor was still alive. Machine spirits are the AI and main computers of imperial machinery, if the harware is damaged, then the spirit will die.

To the rest thank you. I took notice of your suggestion and tried to improve upon them. I think that the conversations, albeit few, are less convoluted this chapter, but that is for you to decide. As for the grammar, that is something I cannot improve without a proper beta reader.

As for the nature of the kyuubi…many of you must be guessing, but well, wait and see. At any rate, rest assured that it´s presence will not mean that naruo will have a easy road in front of him. The good thing of warhammer, is that no matter how uber you think of something, there always is something more powerful, and naruto is just an ignorant, yet persitent, fifteen years old with a couple of tricks. He will have to endure much mind rape in this fic before amounting to anything.

But hey, if you enjoy warhammer, you enjoy mind rape—