Author's note: Well sorry for the delay.
Next for the chopping block is Code Geass. It's an anime full of assholes, where one 'good' asshole joins a rebellion to be pains in the neck of the oppressive asshole country that is Britannia. When that asshole systematically kills off all the competition to the throne, he becomes the new asshole king. He then reaches a level of assholeness that makes the entire world hate his guts, far more than they hated his asshole father (how that was possible, I don't know). Then he arranges for one of his asshole friends to kill him so that the world will stop being such assholes toward each other, proving he isn't AS big an asshole as you were led to believe. Too bad he died with only like…3 people knowing how much he sacrificed for a bunch of assholes.
That's the short, vulgar version of the story.
The long version is much more convoluted, stuffed with subplots, filled with statements and symbolisms that are offensive to monotheistic religions, and filled with the most staggeringly high amount of suicide cases since that spiked punch incident with the 'People's Church' a few years ago, involving a false prophet.
I could go into a rant about just how badly I wish everyone in that series to die. I could go into a rant about just how badly I want these people to be struck by a disaster, AFTER they spontaneously undertook a transformation from loyal NWA (National Weapons Association) members to sickeningly peaceful super hippies.
But a rant wouldn't satisfy that desire. No.
I need to personally throw at them, creatures from another sci-fi series that would chew their entire planet up in days and spit it out.
So here is my frustration in this series, put into imagination.
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Tail of Two heralds
Khorne was displeased.
The blood god was HIGHLY displeased.
Khorne had born witness to a world that had once greatly entertain him, turn into a sickening sight. He watched as the tyrannical, power hungry, leaders that he influenced were cast aside. And not at all in a pleasing manner. They weren't assassinated, murdered for the world to see, or crushed by a stronger ruler.
They were uprooted.
By warp-damned children! One of them that had simple mind control powers was the main cause of this outrage!
He had figured out that if the world's hatred was focused on one sole person, then he would be able to dispel that hatred by sacrificing himself.
What Khorne despised the most was that such a simple maneuver, such a simple yet flawed logic of thinking had actually worked! Those people that once fed him from a silver platter with their hatred, fury, and bloodshed, had now become pathetic! They no longer maintained their weapons of war, illegalized public executions, and even dropped so low in their level of hatred that they almost rivaled warp damned equestrians that were 3 dimensions over (who the blood god was still plotting how he would despoil them).
This could not, and would not, be allowed to continue any longer.
If they chose that they would no longer battle each other for his amusement, than he would supply them with a new foe to face. A foe that would be many times more terrible than any of their war machines could ever hope to be.
Khorne snatched the skulltaker from his next intended target, the world of false daemons in need of correction. His executioner was startled at first, feeling the raw fury radiating from his deity. That emotion was fleeting at best, as khorne's fury soon transferred into the skulltaker's own unadulterated ire. The blood god did not bother with words, only transferring his visions and thoughts of the world that had drawn such anger from the lord of skulls.
The skulltaker readily accepted its new assignment. He was to go and despoil this world, by any means necessary. His previous orders to collect the skulls of worthy opponents were temporarily overlooked in favor of hunting down those responsible for this new 'peace', these mortals had created.
No mercy was to be shown to even the most inept fighters he encountered. Blood was blood, and much of it would need to be spilled before the blood god could truly say that he was sated of his murderous urges for the time being.
The skulltaker rode forth, promising death and despair for all of Khorne's enemies.
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Earth was ascetic.
Just minutes ago, everyone was at peace and happily living their lives.
Then something completely impossible happened.
A single fireball was streaking down from the sky, directly toward the capital city of Britania. The people underneath were quickly evacuating, trying to get to cover, or emptying from the buildings they were in. They were in complete confusion. There had been no weather warnings, danger alerts, or any preemptive attempts to shoot the fireball down beforehand. There should have been at least some kind of warning of this before it actually happened.
It was like this fireball had simply come from thin air, as divine punishment.
The fireball crashed through a skyscraper in its path, blowing through the building and all the way to the other side. The building collapsed to the ground, the upper levels falling against the lower levels. The hundreds, maybe thousands of people inside the building were crushed or buried alive beneath thousands of tons in building material.
The fireball kept going, though its momentum was noticeably slowed. Its size was also nearly half of what it once was.
The ball of fire crashed into the side of another building, blowing out a large chunk of the infrastructure, as well as killing many people in that particular section of the building. The fireball seemed to have stopped, but something kept crashing through the building at a steady pace, battering and crushing everything that got in its way. It continued from the area the fireball hit, all the way through to the other side of the buildings, knocking down every wall, object and person along the way. The thing soon broke through the final wall, and actually jumped out and into the street that was 20 stories below.
What fell to the ground would cause thousands more people to die horrible deaths.
Something hit the concrete, feet first, causing a HUGE crater to form around it on impact. The smoke obscured the object, but to someone with an active imagination, they'd have seen the devil in a cape, riding a steel bull. Those people would be considered crazy and in need of mental help, up until the smoke cleared enough to clearly view the object that had knocked down one building and gutted another.
Something roared out into the sky, announcing the beginning of the apocalypse.
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It had been several hours since the daemon landed and he was getting busy.
The skulltaker and his brass armored juggernaut carved their way through every screaming civilian and armed policeman that entered his path. The very first the skulltaker would slay would be the person who encouraged all this peace and allowed it to flourish.
Princess Nunnaly.
Just as the Khornate herald though this, a pair of police issued knightmare frames came around the street corner, being followed by police cars. They seemed to freeze up, seeing a monster of un-adulterated brutality before them. The skulltaker had no such fears to speak as it began thundering forward. The skulltaker, standing upright, was 10 ft. tall, which was just below the average knightmare's height of 12 to 15 ft. His Juggernaut was 12 feet in height and maybe 30 ft. in length.
In other words, when the skulltaker mounted his juggernaut, they woefully toward over any knightmare frame in existence.
The pair of machines opened fire with their handguns. The Juggernaut's armor laughed at the feeble weapon impacting it, and refused to even acknowledge the existence of the firearms the policemen pelted him with. The KNF's tried to hastily disengage, but the skulltaker was faster. He lurched forward on his mount and swung in a large horizontal arc, slicing through the cockpit area of one machine, while his mount impaled the other through the chest with its horn.
The policemen could only run in fear as the skulltaker trampled over them and their vehicles without any regard for who he killed along the way.
As the skulltaker continued forward, more and more of these robots started to attack him. The herald of khorne was highly irritated by these 'knightmare frames'. They reminded him of the tau, with their obsession over using armored vehicles that resembled actual people. The skulltaker routinely learned that decapitation was the best way to kill an opponent, but for the tau, all decapitation would do is make them lose all ability to sense their enemies. It wasn't nearly comparable to killing a living being, especially when the robots pulled countless tricks from their asses that didn't seem physically possible for machine to do.
His juggernaut had stomped a knightmare into the ground for the 80th time that day, only getting minor enjoyment when some blood leaked from the holes in the cockpit area of the armor. The helicopters that would make passes at him were but minor nuisances. The imperial bolters and heavy bolters, rounds that could blow chunks out of armored tanks, pinged off both the skulltaker's and the juggernaut's armor harmlessly. These puny bullets they fired were laughably weak in comparison. Even the air to ground missiles they had taken to firing at the Skulltaker and his mount were easily shrugged off.
The Skulltaker approached the capital building of the Britanian Empire, laughing with glee as purple robots with spears formed up to stop him. The opened fire with up-scaled assault rifles. The bullets may have been larger, but they weren't the high penetration bolters that some daemons had come to respect. If compared to any armament in the imperium, the skulltaker would compare the weapons to stub guns. Those were pitiful, even against the armorless bloodletters of khorne.
The skulltaker laughed demonically as he thundered through the hail of bullets, hellblade raised high. The britanian honor guards leveled their spears and counter-charged. The skulltaker saw this and roared in response.
"Ye-YES! Fi-FIGHTING! Ki-KILLING!"
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Princess Nunnally was being escorted out the capital, and toward the roof, where she would be evacuated by a secret plane.
She was terrified. The news was saying that an alien had crashed into the city, riding a mecha, and wearing advanced armor. It was carving and battering its way through every response force they sent, and finally engaged the Princesses own personal knightmares.
Soldiers were running in all directions, clearing a path for her while they did their best to cover her escape. Barricades were being set up on the main door, as well as the handful of knightmares they could get to support them. She watched her soldiers move with a sense of sadness.
She had wanted to try and talk with it, maybe see why this alien was so angry with them.
Surely she could negotiate peace with this creature?
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The skulltaker was blocking and parrying jabs from spears from the top of his juggernaut. He pursued a brief opening in one purple armored knightmare, and jammed his sword hilt deep into the cockpit. He laughed as he felt the pilot being impaled by the tip of his hellblade.
A knightmare was impaled through the chest of his juggernaut's horn. The beast itself was furiously shaking its head to dislodge the machine. In its flailing, it banged into the side of a knightmare, knocking it to the ground. The juggernaut caught this in its peripheral and stomped on the machine before it could get back up. Not knowing that the pilot was already crushed, the juggernaut repeatedly stomped until the knightmare's head and chest area were caved in.
The skulltaker made his mount stop, as it was messing with his own ability to keep balanced and still fight. With a mighty sword stroke, the skulltaker cleaved through a knightmare from shoulder to hip. The cockpit shot out, but it was clearly cut halfway through by the skulltaker. The khornate herald wasn't entirely sure that meant it was a kill, but disregarded it. He had more important things to worry about.
The skulltaker reined his mount in, and ordered it to charge through the palace doors. The beast growled and braced its legs, before lurching forward like a battering ram.
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The soldiers screamed and jumped in surprise when something slammed into the door, causing most of their barricades to fall away from the door. A giant bloodstained horn, larger than a man, was sticking out. The soldiers took this as their cue to get ready. They leveled their rifles at the door, prepared for the worst but praying for the best. The same creature slammed into the door two more times, easing it farther open every time.
Then something odd happened.
A giant, flaming, black sword with jagged edges slashed repeatedly through the door, making chunks fall out. The blade finally made one large vertical slash through the door before retracting.
The soldiers tensed, hearing gunfire and explosives on the other side of the door.
The doors where smashed apart, chunks of it flying across the room. The skulltaker stood tall on the shoulder of his juggernaut, gripping its chain tightly. There was a pause as everyone stared at the creature. It was larger than a knightmare! The Juggernaut lurched forward, intent on killing everything in its path.
The soldiers opened fire.
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Nunnally tensed as she heard her soldiers firing.
The sound of her palace doors being unhinged led her to believe the alien had successfully cut his way through all resistance.
Cornelia, as well as a few of the britanian knights in her honor guard, stood guard around her escape vessel. It was a modified dropship that would transport her to a secret bunker. There, she would wait, until the britanian army delt with this new monstrosity.
Something smashed through the walls behind her.
She turned around, and nearly had a heart attack at what she saw.
It was like viewing some comic book depiction of the devil. The alien (though she though daemon would be a more prudent term), was colossal in size. It was almost as tall as a knightmare, with 4 horns and an elongated head. It was also wearing a scarily large amount of skulls as decoration. Each and every one of those skulls looked suspiciously human to her, and made her question if that beast had taken all those along the way here. She also wasn't certain whether or not that creature was riding a really life like machine or a cybernetic alien animal. Its entire body was armor plated and fully of machinery, but its eyes and teeth were too vicious looking to possibly be fabricated.
Before she could wonder more, the skulltaker looked directly at her.
"Cha-CHAOS! Ha-HAS Co-COME fo-FOR Yo-YOU!"
Princess Nunnally's personal guardian hurriedly wheel chaired her into the vessel, as the pilot began prepping the vehicle for flight.
The skulltaker wouldn't allow her to escape, and began thundering toward her. He was intercepted when three more honor guards smashing into his juggernaut. The skulltaker did notice that one of those machines looked different from the others. With that thought, he decapitated one of the nearby machines, causing the pilot to eject. The skulltaker swung in the other direction to behead the other machine, but was blocked by its spear. The most decorative of the honor guard tried to run him through, but the attack was easily parried by the juggernaut bucking its horn up.
The skulltaker noticed the flying machine lifting off, and furiously began hacking away at the two remaining knightmares while his juggernaut did its best to impale the two machines. The skulltaker managed to slash the vehicle enough to force it to eject as well, but this last one proved to be a challenge.
Normally, the skulltaker loved challenges.
However, he couldn't enjoy that challenge because he was trying to down the machine and kill the girl before she could escape. She had earned khorne's ire, and wouldn't be allowed to escape under any circumstances.
The skulltaker ordered his juggernaut to smash through the machine, and toward the hovering plane. The juggernaut made a jab at Cornelia with its horn, knocking her away, before continuing on. The vessel began lifting off and into the sky. The Juggernaut jumped, giving the skulltaker the height needed to slash, and potentially down the vessel.
The skulltaker slashed at the plane with his sword, but only managed to cut through the side and through a few chairs. The vessel took off, sporting a gash on its side. The skulltaker roared in fury, his juggernaut picking up on his displeasure and echoing its master. The khornate daemon's fury didn't come from the fact that the mortal had survived his first attempt. He would find her no matter where she went. He was angered that now he'd have to run her down, khorne knows how far and kill her before she can escape on another vessel.
"Ha ha ha ha! You failed abomination. I will not let you harm my little sister and the new ruler of Britania."
The skulltaker whipped his head toward the source of the voice, growling at the remaining knightmare, which was wearing a purple cape.
Princess Cornelia.
"Whe-WHELP."
The skulltaker turned toward her, ready to give this one a proper execution.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
Both the knightmare's and the skulltaker's heads whipped to the sky.
The vessel that Nunnally had used to escape escaped in was streaking to the ground, its entire rear end blown off. The skulltaker watched as pink lightning struck the vessel and caused it to explode magnificently to pieces.
"PRINCESS NUNNALLY!" Cornelia screamed, extending her hand to the sky, as if that would help her, now dead, little sister.
Blue lightning streaked from the air, striking Cornelia's knightmare and blowing out the machine's entire chest cavity. The woman that was piloting the war machine was completely obliterated.
The skulltaker stood by while all this happened, immediately realizing whose handiwork this was.
The skulltaker looked to the sky as an object approached him.
The first thing the skulltaker noticed was the round, disk that was burning with blue fire. It was almost as large as his own juggernaut, sporting numerous eyeballs that were all starring at his juggernaut with interest. His Juggernaut growled at the disk, immediately marking it as a competitor daemon mount.
That wasn't what caught the skulltaker's attention however.
What he saw before him was a pink creature with a beak and four arms, sporting a staff with a bird's skull on the end. The creature looked the skulltaker in his eyes, chirping in amusement.
The skulltaker knew of these beings all too well.
A Tzeentch herald.
Of the four chaos god, each had numerous heralds. Heralds were daemons that proved to be more powerful than their surrounding peers, but weaker than full fledge greater daemons. The skulltaker was a herald of khorne, the most powerful one at that. He was an unparalleled master of close combat.
Tzeentch heralds were an entirely different story. They specialized in magic, hurling unrelenting volleys of magical attacks. If they were mounted in disks, like this one was, than they were mobile gunships in their right. The skulltaker despised anything affiliated with tzeentch, especially tzeentch heralds.
"Wha-WHAT ar-ARE Yo-YOU Do-DOING He-HERE Scr-SCRALL of-OF Tze-TZEENTCH!"
"I-Is Th-That Anyway TO greet A-a fellow deaMon SKulLTaker?"
This was another reason he despised tzeentch heralds. Their voices constantly changed and distorted while talking, making it a challenge just to figure out what they were trying to say. The skulltaker growled at the Tzeentchian's impudence, while his juggernaut growled at the disk of tzeentch that had maintained its curious stare at the juggernaut since it first laid eyes on it.
Khornates were famous for their short, if non-existent, tempers. Tzeentcians were famous for their tendencies to be good fast talkers and deceivers. Interactions between the two, especially heralds of both, were best described as 'interesting'.
"Very we-Well. TzEEntch himself Has sent m-Me to aID you're PRogResss. You trAverse dimenSIOns yet you refuse to caUse as much change as you could!"
The skulltaker gave an even deeper growl. This scrall didn't truly want to help with anything. It simply wanted to further Tzentch's own personal goals as it went. The shulltaker was prepared to state that he needed no help, but the sounds of countless helicopters spoke a different story. Both daemon heralds looked to the sky, seeing countless mortals in dire need of killing, or changing in the case of the tzeentch herald.
"Well shall we?" The tzeentchian asked.
The skulltaker snorted at the pink blob he hesitated to call a daemon, in favor of simply going out to eliminate the other mortals that the blood god had marked for death. If khorne wished for this annoyance to not follow him, than he'd step in and do something about it.
The herald of Tzeentch lifted off into the sky, shooting blue and pink lightning with the tip of his spear, and hurling balls of fire with his hands. His targets were all the airborne vehicles he could spot.
The herald of Khorne leapt from the roof while on top of his juggernaut, crushing the mortals who had the misfortune of being underneath him.
The two heralds and their mounts commenced with dispatching every soldier and war machine they came across, being sure to kill more than a few civilians in the process.
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The tzeentch herald smiled in delight, though it was hardly noticeable with the beak it had.
In the process of aiding that bumbling fool "The Skulltaker" in killing those mortals, he had fulfilled the true mission tzeentch dispatched him for.
The mortal, or rather, Immortal who went by CC had greatly intrigued Tzeentch. Her psyker powers were unique in that they only supplied others with powers. However, those powers she gave out extended past the usual limits of a psyker.
A fairly powerful psyker could manipulate the minds of dozens, maybe hundreds, with little effort. That was because their warp enhanced minds could overwhelm a lesser mind. Two powerful psykers would have to grind down the others mental defenses, while straining to maintain their own mental barriers to overpower each other's minds. The process was so long and draining, that most psykers tended to fight while waging mental warfare in hopes of either breaking the other's concentration or scoring a killing blow while they were too focused to properly fight.
This woman's 'Geass' powers bypassed that process entirely. Some powers could bypass the mental warfare process in favor of simply rewriting the intended target's brainwaves. Others could actually freeze time in a set zone. There were powers that could manipulate time, but not make it stand still entirely!
The sheer uses that could come from these powers were almost mind blowing!
To think, had the herald not hand delivered her to Tzeentch himself, that khornate brute would've destroyed her and her powers.
That would've been unacceptable.
The herald of tzeentch silently trialed behind the Skulltaker and his mount, as they moved on to a new dimension. Imagine what other mystical wonders following this brute could lead him to. If all went as planned, the herald would upgrade past his disk, to a full-fledged chariot. That was the highest honor any herald could receive.
And to think, the khornate in front of him didn't ride his own chariot because it killed his enemies too easily. He was content to leave it in his personal lair. The sheer idiocy of a khornate was mind boggling to the tzeentch herald.
The skulltkaer looked over his shoulder at the tzeentch herald.
For some odd reason, he had the stronger than usual urge to cleave the tzeentchian in two. He stopped himself when he remembered his past experiences with Tzeentch daemons. Tzeentch pink horrors split into 2 blue horrors when cut in half. He wasn't sure if this applied to heralds as well, but if one gibbering tzeentchian herald was irritating, than two smaller gibbering heralds would be suicide worthy.
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Author's note: I damn near fell asleep proof reading this before posting it up
Football practice is now 8 in the morning, which is horrible if you've gotten used to staying up late, and sleeping in during mornings. It also doesn't help that Georgia whether is so schizophrenic. It wasn't beaming down hot enough to cook an egg on a car at 1:00. It was cloudy and raining hard outside at 3:00.
This came out a day later than I intended, but better late then never!