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Chapter 2: Guiche

"I don't know how to do this!" Glacius exclaimed in surprise. His new master however, didn't seem to care at all.

"Well figure it out!" She yelled back at him. Her clothes were tossed onto to Glacius' armored face, as she expected him to do the laundry for her. No excuses.

"Frakkin-what the hell are you doing?" Glacius suddenly asked in shock. As he managed to get the clothes off of his face, he noticed that Louise was undressing right in front of him nonchalantly, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Undressing so I can go to sleep, duh," was her plain response.

"Ugh, don't do that in front of me..." Glacius muttered as he turned away with the clothes in his hands. This was despicable. He used to be a legendary Astartes, battling across the galaxy with his brothers for the glory of the Imperium. After realizing how corrupt the Imperium was, how afraid it was of knowledge and freedom, he joined the forces of Chaos. It was cool for like the first day, until he got that jerk of a sorcerer for a boss. And now here he was, with a new boss pushing him around like he was some kind of fancy maid. Oh yea, and if he disobeyed then that daemon was sure to show up again. What was this, some kind of sick joke?

All I gotta do is find that frakkin daemon...then it's just gravy from there! Now, where the heck do I take these?

The Chaos Marine continued marching around the magic academy aimlessly, mapping out the whole area for future reference for his plans. To everyone else it looked like he was just stumbling around like a buffoon though, not knowing what to do with his master's pink lingerie. The latter was closer to the truth. As Glacius walked down the hall he noticed a blonde haired pretty boy sweet talking some girl who was obviously younger than him. He decided to take note of that, as information and knowledge was always useful. Before he could exit the hallway however, the boy called to him.

"Hey, aren't you that familiar that Louise summoned?" he inquired with a smug look on his face. His voice was annoying, like a whiny Imperial Guard Officer whose only grace was his rich daddy. Glacius turned around, staring into the boy with his red lenses. He wanted to keep this conversation short; he had a daemon to find.

"Yes."

"Well, where are your manners? Passing by nobility without even a word?"

Glacius could feel his blood boiling. What was this 'nobility' crap anyways? His own master dropped that title on him too, saying that it basically made her better than him, a mere 'peasant'.

Peasant.

Glacius hated that word. He wanted to crush it into oblivion, eradicate it to the point only where it was spoken in the furthest depths of the warp. The Imperium had a similar way of classes, and that pissed him off as well. But in this universe, he could do something about it; at least later on for sure. But right now was as good a start as any. He began marching up to the blonde boy, his smug appearance disappearing as the giant was upon him. Guess he made a mistake, eh? Glacius leaned in close for full effect. Intimidation was an easy skill he picked up as a Space Marine, and Chaos only made him better at it.

He began in a low voice, "What is it that makes nobility so...entitled? Please, explain it to me…I'm kinda new here ya know?"

His helmet was right in the blonde haired man's face, the words coming out of the ventilator carrying his breathe with them. The air around the huge man didn't seem right to begin with…everything was just…off. The blonde haired man, Guiche, felt like a critter under the stare of those mechanical eyes. The eye at the center of the giant's chest also seemed to be staring him down, waiting for him to make a move.

"The nobility p-protect this world! It is t-there responsibility as aristocrats to defend the peasants!" he stammered. The young girl next to him had already taken off, but it was no matter. The forces of chaos didn't have any beef with her.

Glacius didn't move an inch. "And you do this by taking away their freedoms? Having them serve you on some artificial pedestal that you all created?"

Before Guiche could respond, Glacius finished the statement for him, "Be careful of where that path leads your society. Before you know it, entire worlds will be burned by your 'nobility' in the name of 'protecting the people'."

Guiche gulped, as Glacius leaned in closer, staring so hard that he thought his own face would melt away into a puddle of gore.

"I've seen it…with my own…two…eyes."

The chaos marine finally leaned back, and Guiche released the breath he was holding in the entire time while wiping mass amounts of sweat from his brow. Glacius began walking away, his armored boots thudding across the stone floor. But then, out of nowhere, he turned right back around to face Guiche.

"If you don't mind me asking, what the hell am I supposed to do with these?" Glacius asked in a much more relaxed manner.

"Um, there's a-"

"Actually you take them. I'll be back in an hour. Thanks," and with that he was off to see the rest of the academy.

The next day…

It was a bright, beautiful morning at the magic academy, and Louise was waking up just as the bright sunlight spilled on her from the windows. She was having a wonderful dream, where a mighty knight had come and-

"Here," a dark, mechanized voice announced in her room, interrupting her train of thought by its abruptness. Neatly folded clothes were then tossed upon her, smelling fresh and clean.

"Huh," she said groggily. "Oh the familiar. That peasant knight I summoned."

Glacius clenched his teeth behind his helmet at that word, but he could tell that she was set in her ways completely, so arguing with her about it was of no use. He bit his tongue before continuing.

"Your clothes. Cleaned just like you asked," he completed harshly. Louise got up, still a bit surprised at how the familiar became so…manageable…compared to when he first arrived. When he first arrived into this world, he laughed at her face and proceeded to ditch his master. But then, for some reason, he quickly turned around and came back, and even kneeled before her. She was about to become an even greater laughingstock at the school, but the students were quickly hushed by his return.

The chaos space marine turned around to give her some privacy for changing. She was about to explode in anger about him not even bothering to help dress her, but one look at those massive, spiked gauntlets that her entire head could easily fit into told her it was probably best not to request assistance. Yeah, she would probably have a few cuts at the very least.

"Come. We're going to head to the dining hall," Louise stated. Glacius nodded and followed her.

The chaos marine was waiting outside now, choosing that option instead of the humiliation of eating of the frakkin floor. He still had his augmentations, so he could go for a pretty long time without any food and wasn't bothered at all. He soon fell deep into thought, thinking about his current situation and what it would take for him to break free from his master's will. Heck, was it even possible to break her will? Was this all just fate weaved by Tzeentch himself? Or was it simply the punishment from that fat sorcerer?

Regardless, the first step was to find that daemon. It obviously was watching his every move, making sure that he played to its tune. The question was: was the daemon just a minion of the sorcerer who banished him here, making sure that he complied with his sentence? Or was it of a much, much higher power?

His plotting was interrupted as Louise emerged from the dining hall.

"That was unacceptable," she stated angrily.

"What?" Glacius responded in a confused manner while leaning on the wall.

"Arguing with me like that in front of everyone!? Really!? It should be common knowledge that peasants eat on the ground! The table is only for nobility!"

Glacius simply chuckled a bit before answering. "You nobles really aren't that much different from the Imperium are you? Hell, almost worse in some cases…"

"What?" Louise had no idea what he was talking about. The heck was 'The Imperium'?

"Ah, never mind. But I will only bend so far for you master, keep that in mind," Glacius finished slowly.

And only as long as that daemon draws breathe…

Louise boiled with anger at how dense this familiar was. How did he not know those things? Ugh…some people…

"What's going on over there?" Glacius asked out of nowhere, changing the subject. The area that held his attention was an open field where the students were playing with their newly summoned familiars. There were many odd creatures that he had never seen before, probably fitting into the proper category of 'warp filth' in his realm.

"The 2nd year students have the day off to get to know their familiars," Louise answered impatiently. She was eying the towering figure, wondering what his past was.

"Ah."

"Well, stop standing there like a buffoon and go get me some tea!" she shouted back, and with that she stormed off.

"Hmph," was all the dark astartes voiced, not really surprised anymore by his master's incoherent rage. She was pretty crazy, but he had been commanded by worse over his 60 years of service, the fat sorcerer probably having been the worst yet. No, the worst was the damned Corpse-Emperor, by far. His levels of tolerance were high enough to last him until he dealt with the daemon. Hopefully…

Glacius took note of all the strange creatures around him as he walked through the crowd of students, most of them edging away from him as he passed by. The thing that struck him as the most odd was how the students were cuddling with the warp filth, like they were friends or something absurd like that. Suddenly, a faint presence was felt on his armor followed by a squeal. He turned around and noticed that apparently he knocked over some poor servant and the cake she was carrying.

"Oh I'm so sorry! P-Please forgive me!" the servant girl stammered as she gathered herself and picked up the cake. Before she could however, his armored gauntlet reached over and picked it up instead.

"Think nothing of it," Glacius spoke plainly. He was slightly relieved to find a normal person amongst all these rich fancypants, but was still annoyed that she missed his massive figure and stumbled right into him. Lack of situational awareness got more people killed than he could care to recall.

"Oh would you happen to be the one that was summoned by Ms. Valliere and became her familiar?" the girl then inquired, trying not to make eye contact with his red lenses.

"Yes, how did you know?" the Chaos Marine responded.

"Oh it's what everyone is talking about! A peasant being summoned as a familiar? That's unheard of! I'm Siesta by the way," she answered. She was slightly less tense as when she first bumped into him, as he looked like he would have ripped off her head without a thought. To think that Miss Valliere could summon this…thing…

"Glacius," his speakers echoed. "Pl-"

"HEY! Are you going to bring me my cake!?" a voice shouted, interrupting him. Glacius turned his head to see who would dare interrupt him…and whoa! The same punk he ran into last night, Guiche! Oh, and was this a different girl he was with now? A small grin formed on his face underneath the armor.

"Oh, right away!" Siesta said as she got up to head over to him. She then felt a huge gauntlet on her shoulder, and turned in surprise to see Glacius holding her back.

"Hehehehe, let me take it to him. Oh…this will be fun..."

"But, I'm supposed to," Siesta pleaded.

"It'll be fine, heh, watch this," the dark marine commanded as he proceeded forward.

The blonde kid was bragging about his mole-thing creature to another girl with strange blonde hair; talking about how he was conversing with it all night, which Glacius knew was a big fat lie. How could he forget about him already? It was a pretty memorable experience ya know.

"Here you go."

"Erp!" Guiche jumped, as the huge being seemed to come up out of nowhere. The girl was obviously terrified as well as she completely fell out of her chair in surprise. Who knew something so big could sneak up on them like that.

"So, what happened to that other girl? The one with the brown cloak?" Glacius inquired mischievously. The blonde girl in front of him suddenly began to clench her fists in anger as she eyed Guiche with hate. Glacius giggled to himself and walked off, his job complete.

"You did what!?"

"Please Montmorency! Understand!"

A huge grin split across Glacius' face. Oh and look, that girl with the brown cloak was right there! Fate was smiling upon him today as he approached her.

"Your boyfriend is over there, he really wants to see you!" Glacius exclaimed in his most friendly voice as possible. The girl gasped and dashed over to him immediately, a big smile on her face. Anticipation built up, as it only took a few more moments before the truth was revealed.

SLAP!

Glacius stifled a laugh as he watched both girls storm off in anger. Guiche wasn't so amused however, as he began to glare at the turned back of Louise's familiar, his face stinging in agony from the dual slap combo from the girls that he had two-timed.

"Humiliate me once…shame on me….humiliate me twice…" Guiche growled. "Shame on you!"

Courage began building up in Guiche. He was going to show this peasant familiar just who he was, and the true power of nobility! Yeah! It was definitely a good idea! (*snicker*)

"Peasant!" he called out in anger. A crowd was starting to grow after all the commotion with the girls, and now it looked like some kind of fight was about to break out. Being a bunch of teenagers, fights were always entertaining.

Glacius knew the boy was talking to him, but he decided to not even give him the respect of turning around to face him. He just kept laughing to himself about the whole situation. He especially wanted to see what the aristocrat would do to him for his 'insolence'.

Guiche was further angered by how the lowly familiar didn't even turn around to face him! Heresy! "It seems," he began, "that you don't know how to pay the proper respect to nobles!" Courage and anger were at their maximum in Guiche, building up to the breaking point, and he finally announced what was on his mind, "I hereby challenge you to a DUEL!"

The crowd turned silent as Glacius immediately stopped laughing. Did he hear that right? A duel? C-C-Combat?

Glacius turned around and marched up to Guiche, a hidden, bloodthirsty smile on his face.

"You're on," he hissed in glee.

"Go prepare yourself! I will meet you at the square!" Guiche shouted as he stormed off. Anger was obviously clouding his judgment completely, as no mortal man would ever dare to challenge a traitor marine one-on-one. This world didn't understand the true power of Chaos. But soon they would, as Glacius was about to show them all why even the idea of a traitor marine drove men to the point of insanity in his realm.

The students were all gathered in a circle around the two, anticipation drooling from them like saliva. Louise tried repeatedly to stop Glacius and Guiche, claiming that her familiar would get torn to a tattered heap, but who knew what would happen? The familiar looked pretty strong and sinister, but the mage could probably take him out from range if he played his cards right. Guiche then made his move.

"I am Guiche the Brass, so naturally your opponent will be a brass golem, or a Valkyrie to be precise!" Guiche exclaimed triumphantly, almost as if he had already won. In his mind, the familiar would die before he even got close to him, and he would once again prove his worth to the young ladies of the academy.

Glacius was standing straight up with his hands at his side, eying the metal creature. He already had a hundred different tactical plans thought of on how to engage it. The only weapon he had on him was his chainsword, but he would only use it if he needed to. His iron fingers should be enough.

The Valkyrie then charged him, its steel fist protruding out to pound the chaos marine's chest in. What happened instead was quite different however, as the Valkyrie's fist shattered upon his armor. The momentum of the brass mechanism continued throwing it forward as its body was pancaked upon Glacius' armor. The Chaos Marine didn't even budge.

The students all gasped. Guiche himself was stunned, his mouth gaping open. He began to panic, and summoned more brass golems. Five, six, ten, twelve, twenty! Twenty Valkyrie's on the field of battle now! Siesta and Louise both stared on in awe and horror, unsure of what would happen next.

All of them began charging at once, this time drawing their swords to slash instead of meeting the same fate as the first one. The first three were now upon him, swords drawn to cut him to ribbons if he allowed it. Glacius highly doubted that their weapons would even make a dent in his armor, but he decided it was better to play it safe. He ducked over the high arcs meant to decapitate him with inhuman agility and tackled the first one to the ground. He then picked it up as if it were a shield and ripped off its sword arm to us as a weapon. If the thing could scream, it probably would as he tossed the body into the nearest one with such force that they both broke apart into pieces of scrap metal.

The students were ecstatic. This was one of the best duels they had seen yet; a familiar against one of their own, and it was so far a pretty decent match. Siesta was silently cheering for the chaos space marine, as he was a peasant like her and actually showed her some decent respect despite his powerful presence. Louise was as well simply because having her familiar dead of its second day wouldn't be very good. At least that's what she told herself.

A Valkyrie grabbed onto Glacius' back, trying to drag him down and hold him in place while ten of them converged on his front. Glacius used his weight to fall back on the machine, crushing it under his weight as he kicked up and decapitated another one with his iron boot. Guiche was summoning even more though, as he wanted to simply swamp him with mass numbers. But Glacies was getting bored with fighting them on even terms. It was time for a change in plans.

You're gonna zerg me eh? Time for ol'Betsy to put an end to this…

The scream of grinding metal was deafening to all the students around the fight. Even the Valkyries paused for a second as they tried to analyze what kind of weapon just shredded their brothers apart in less than a second. Guiche himself had turned white, taking in the terror of what was happening before his eyes. Was this real?

Glacius had pulled out his chainsword, and in one arc he cut the numbers of the brass golems in half. His left hand began glowing as well, but no one else could see it under his gauntlet. He already had his training that made him an extremely lethal swordsman, but he felt this new sensation that made him even more agile and fluid. It was as if he was infused with his weapon; they had become one in a deadly dance of some sick kind of love.

Sparks showered upon Guiche's face as the traitor marine grew nearer, metal and sparks flaming about as Glacius slashed the brass golems to pieces. It was probably the most gratuitous display of violence he had ever seen in his life. How could something so big move so fast? Where the hell did he learn how to fight like that?! Just think…what if those were people?! Ugh!

Guiche began to panic even more as life seemed to slow down around him, when suddenly he was snapped back to reality as the wand in his hand was sawed in two. Within a split second he was pinned on the ground, under the red, hateful gaze of the massive, armored being. The chainsword was at his neck as well, whirring in bloodthirsty excitement. Guiche could feel the hate emanating from Louise's familiar, hatred that had been built up for a long, long time. Combat was one of Glacius' very few escapes.

The blade soon died down, its gears grinding to a complete halt. The only noise now was the breathing of the Chaos Marine, as Guiche himself was holding his breathe.

"You lose."

Glacius stood up and dusted himself off. He knew not to boast or bask in glory, as this victory belonged to Tzeentch, despite how pitifully trivial it was. He marched off back towards his room, leaving Guiche, Siesta, Louise, and the rest of the student body stunned in awe. The battle didn't even last 30 seconds.

To be continued…

So what will happen with Glacius next? A few new characters will be introduced in the next chapter…so get ready! All feedback is welcome! See ya next time!