Abandon All Hope, Embrace All Chaos

by Zeroth17

During the Science Fair in Megaville, a gate has opened to unleash a force beyond imagining. Now the heroes scramble to survive, the villains reign, and Chaos Descends upon the multiverse. Rated M for Violence, Foul Language, Sexual Themes, Nudity, Horror, And References to other 40k Fics and TTS. (Powerpuff Girl Doujinshi/Warhammer crossover) (Cover Art by Symptom99)

9. Song of Blighted Snow

Opening File: The Undaunted

The Undaunted, also known as They Who Lived, are those that have found themselves entrapped in the Warp yet not driven insane and neither corrupted by the Ruinous Powers. Instances of the Undaunted are rare but not unfeasible as those with exceptional drive or willpower can weather the sanity blasting effects of the Warp.

Due to the prolonged exposure to Warp energy, the Undaunted have gained powerful Psyker abilities though each ability is unique to the individual. The exposure as also resulted in mutations that range from minor to major, yet most are quite useful in the long run. Also due to prolonged Warp exposure, their weapons have been imbued with anomalous abilities, along with them building their own weapons, fusions of super-science and mystic arts called Apocrypha Weapons.

Members of the Undaunted include: John Rambo, Hank J. Wimbleton, Harold Sanford, Alex Deimos, Jebediah Christoff, Tricky the Clown, John Wick, Randy Cunningham, Leonardo, Donatello, Raphael, Michelangelo, Johnny Silverhand, Captain John Price, 'Soap' McTavish, Leon Kennedy, Chris Redfield, Gabriel Grey, Slade Wilson, Wade Wilson, Cobra Commander, Dante, Virgil, Bass Armstrong, Ryu Hayabusa, BJ Blazkowicz, John 117, Marcus Fenix, the RED team, etc.

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The Churning Forge

It was the eve of December 1st. As per orders, the first of every month must come a gathering in the Churning Forge to discuss the progression of the Enlightened Path. As expected, the room was swelled with Daemon Princes, Daemon Knights, and Chaos Champions, all of who were waiting for the meeting to start.

Zim hummed as he and Mesogog worked on a device. Dr. Flug was working on a concoction, his appearance hidden by a sag that covered his head and blue tinted googles, his upper body was covered by a heavy lab coat filled with syringes, serum filled vials, and devices under a shirt caked in chemicals, and his lower body covered by ragged pants and a pair of shoes. Zaheer meditated while floating above the floor, his skin a deep azure with a golden Mark of Tzeentch on his forehead while dressed in azure robes with golden accents. And Lex Luthor experimented on his power, adorned in blue robes with golden armlet and leglets while his skin resembled iridescent crystal.

Ember and Doomrider were playing their guitars while Azula merely drank from a golden and bejeweled chalice. Madame Rouge merely read a book about torture, her body adorned in a skintight latex outfit, a purple corset with golden spiked accents and the Mark of Slaanesh on the center, and knee high leather boots. Shredder merely waited patiently with his arms crossed, his dark grey chitinous armor adorned in blades and sharp greaves with a gleaming purple Mark of Slaanesh, his helmet concealing his entire face except his glowing pink eyes.

Undergrowth showed a curious Ty Lee about the how to control plant life. She still was quite feminine yet taller, but her skin was fused with segmented and overlapping green plates over varying sizes and widths, making a seamless armor woven in disease and vines. Her hair was a series of horn-like dreadlocks, her face a formfitting green mask of metal, it's only feature were two thin eye-like slits that gleamed yellow and a human-like mouth. Scarecrow was working on a new version of his fear toxin while Poison Ivy used her powers to create and shape various plants to her liking, her form was composed of plants and flowers with rose colored tendrils in place of hair. Vexus merely slept against the wall, her mechanical form tainted by rust, grime and plant life as Nurglings crawled in and out of the writhing openings in her form.

The Merciless* sharpened his sword, Skull Cleaver, his dark blue armor now accented with red and the Mark of Khorne replacing the emblem on his chest. Gorrath repaired one of his weapons, now adorned in an armor composed of machine parts and carved bones, a helm composed of a cervine skull, and two tubes filled with blood connecting to his throat and eight hearts. Bane merely lifted two baneblades as weights, his skin was a deep crimson and his armor composed of stolen pieces of Power Armor from the World Eaters that he killed with ease lined with Venom filled tubes imbedded in his flesh. However, most of them noticed that Ozai was absent from the room.

"By Nurgle's breath," Ty Lee asked Undergrowth, looking at the entrance to the massive room, "What's taking Ozai so long?"

As if on cue, her answer came when the Phoenix King quickly ran into the room, looking out quite of breath. Others blinked in surprise but shrugged it off as there were stranger things they had seen in the Forge.

"About time, Father!" Azula yelled out, annoyed at being forced to wait when she had better things to do, "What took you so long?!"

"I got lost!" Ozai snapped at his daughter, not in the mood for this as he then glares at the Irken Emperor, "Zim, please, is putting up a directory, map, or some signs at least, too much to ask for?"

At hearing and seeing the grunts and nods in agreement from the others, Zim deadpans with a flat look on his face, "I'll consider it."

"As for why I was running," The Phoenix King immediately managed to catch his breath, his tone immediately becoming grave and serious, "The Undivided have arrived!"

With those words, all of those in the room swiftly set aside whatever they were doing and stood at attention, quite literally feeling the leading faction of Chaos coming down the halls.

The Slaaneshi all set down their instruments and forced themselves to be composed, though they were too prideful to admit their fear, the exception being Shredder whom already was composed since he entered the Forge. The Nurglites calmly planted their dreaded vegetation in their section of the room while Scarecrow merely put his vials in his satchel. The Tzeetchians quickly put away their devices and stood at attention with Mesogog, Zaheer, and Luthor being the ones that remained composed. And the Khornates forced themselves into composure and stood at attention with their arms behind their backs.

Just a moment later, the Undivided entered the room.

(My Hero Academia OST: The Power of All For One begins)

In front was Mandy and Black Hat, the former having a stoic look on her face and the latter still grinning that damnable grin. Behind them were Phobos, Hawkmoth, Johnny C., Necrafa, and Gramorr.

Phobos, the Bleached King, was clothed in robes that were made of liquid dark and covered in crimson glowing runes, with his head clad in a mask of liquid darkness with eight red eyes and his hair white as snow. Multiple horns facing multiple ways sat on his head akin to a crown, grey bandages with decorative markings wrapped around his body under the liquid dark robes, his torso wrapped in chains that dragged along the floor, and black arachnid creatures crawled across his body.

Hawkmoth, the Anointer, was dressed very formally in a dark dress shirt with a black butterfly-shaped lapel and a brooch that resembled the star of Chaos, and black dress pants. His mask now seemingly composed of a series of either bone or porcelain plates that covered his face and neck. In his hand was a cane covered in runes and behind him trailed several crimson butterflies.

Tallest among them was Johnny C, the Artist of Chaos. He was hidden under a cloak of flayed skin and animal hides with blades of varying lengths and widths sticking out and lining it that obscured his face and form, a belt of severed heads and knifes sat his waist, the body underneath ungodly thin and lanky while painted with morbid, surreal, and gothic artistry. His face was covered by a white Masquerade mask with a blank face and golden decorative markings.

Next was Necrafa, the Dead Queen. she has a skeletal appearance; tall, a long red cape with bat-like wings, red slits for eyes, and no mouth, which she has on her second face which is more a blackness than her first. She dons a ruby necklace with four gems on the sides. In her left hand, she wielded a long, thin scepter of the most dark sorcery birthed from the Warp.

Finally, was Gramorr, King of Depths. Bore on his head of long white hair a silver crown bejeweled with rubies, his face covered by a featureless mask that only had a large arcane symbol painted in red. On his body was an armor of blasphemous flesh and metal, skeletal, reptilian, and segmented, as much a part of him as his own flesh and blood under robes of liquid dark and a cape of red flesh.

They came to the center of the room with the Queen of Daemons beginning, "Greetings all of you. Let us begin."

(Music ends)

The others in the room bowed and then straightened as they began. Zim, for once, humbly stood forth and produced a hologram that held an image of shattered Blackstone all over the halls of Cadmus.

"To start, the assault on Cadmus was a success." Zim began with his collected information, "We've destroyed at least 2 tons of Blackstone, and given it will take the people at Cadmus several weeks to produce more, I would say that we've exceeded our expectations on that plan."

Mandy gained a pleased expression before losing it when she noticed one of the Khornates were missing, "Ozai, where is Hama?" The others turned to the Phoenix King as well upon realizing that fact.

"Yes, I've have been meaning to announce that." Ozai replied to her, still forcing himself into composure despite his urge for slaughter, "Hama and I had dueled Serena in Megaville when her teacher, the Samurai joined her. We fought but, in the end, Hama was felled by the Samurai."

The surprise that came from the others was palpable as it seemed near unfathomable for a Daemon Knight to be felled by a single mortal. The Undivided themselves seemed surprised at the news.

"But that is not the only news I bear." Ozai managed to keep the wave of fear that was coursing through him unnoticeable, speaking in a grave tone, "The Samurai has the Silver Blade of Necoho."

The last five words nearly caused everyone in the room to lose it. Especially when the Undivided seemed shocked and perhaps even a bit fearful of this news, most emphasized with him losing his grin.

"Impossible!" Gramorr yelled out, his voice booming out like the bellow of a dragon, "The Silver Blade was lost during the Age of Strife!"

"Lord Gramorr, I assure you; I know he was wielding the Silver Blade." Ozai put the doubters to rest as he continued, "I don't doubt that now they are now beginning to realize what they have found."

"Meaning that we now have to change our plans." Mandy mutters as she crossed her arms while the Undivided pondered on this new development.

The Silver Blade of Necoho was a weapon crafted by the God of Unbelief himself, composed of a metal that could absorb and neutralize Warp energy on contact. During the Age of Strife, when the Chaos Gods began the Great Game against each other, Necoho nearly won thanks to the Silver Blade. It was only due to a temporary alliance with all the Gods to defeat the Unbeliever, cast the Silver Blade into the depths of the Warp, and sealed Necoho into the Spear of the Nonbeliever that was then sealed in the Abyssal Labyrinth, a structure crafted by the Gods themselves.

If the Anathema has gained the Silver Blade, then they must be extra diligent.

"Regardless," Mandy broke the brief silence that had permeated the room, giving orders to all those, "We must prepare for the Invasion in the meantime. The song of the Gods must be sung to this world, the same as it had been sung to worlds countless." She then turned her gaze to Zim, "Zim, engage the All-Seeing Eye."

The Marquis of Locusts nodded. Just then, a mechanical tendril emerged from his PAK that then plugged into a port on the side of the wall. Suddenly, the center of the room opened, and the floor separated into segments where the factions stood, while the Undivided merely levitated in the air.

A massive blue yet iridescent orb filled with white mist then emerged from below, rising to their level as a biomechanical tendril that ended in a clawed hand with a holographic keyboard descended from the ceiling and stopped in front of Zim. The Marquis of Locusts began typing in the keyboard, as an image appeared in the orb; that of the Acolytes who were blending in with the crowd at a mall.

The image zoomed into the Acolytes, dressed casually and acting casually, laughing and joking while off duty for the day. It was then that Alistair pulled something out of his pocket and looked out it in thought, catching the attention of the Undivided.

"Wait, what's that in his hand?" Mandy whispered to Black Hat, who narrowed his eyes in suspicion, "Zim, zoom in to his hand."

Zim did so, turning the image so that it seemed like they were looking over Alistair's shoulder. In his hands was a stone clock small enough to fit in a mortal's hand, with golden hands that ended in claw-like hooks. The Undivided were stunned at what they saw, with Mandy whispering to Black Hat, "Is that-?"

"The Clock of Ages." Black Hat finished for her, stunned at the artifact in the Acolyte's palm, but noted, "Though it seems like none of them know what they are in possession of."

The other Undivided nodded, silently agreeing to discuss this after the meeting. They needed something or someone that will either eliminate or stall the Anathema's forces and his plans.

Then, an idea came to Mandy after pondering for a moment.

"Zim, can you find the location of Dr. Megalos' daughter?" She asked the Marquis of Locusts, who seemed surprised by the question but did as he was told. The image changed to show a grown woman with white hair bound to a bed and clad in white rags. There was a dazed and sorrowful expression was on her face as she leaned back against the bed, like she was about to cry.

"That's her?"

"By Nurgle, she seems... older."

"What happened to her?"

"Well, someone grew up nicely~"

The questions came and when as the New Forces of Chaos took in the sight of the daughter of Dr. Megalos, who seemed to have aged ten years like the other Transhumans. Though, new details came when they looked closer; scars were visible on her chest, cuts and bruises were visible on her arms and legs, and IVs were seen stuck in her left arm.

"Seems Cadmus has been experimenting on her." Zim pondered in his other voice, slightly jealous that the fact that he wasn't one of those scientists, "Attempting to decipher the limitless potential of her genes."

Bell squirms in her sleep, white energy arching under her eyelids as her eyes fluttered in REM sleep. Her scars suddenly glowed white as she seized against her restraints that held her down to the bed despite her immense strength like a beast flailing against its chains. Bell roared out as a beam of white energy shot out from out of her mouth, hitting the heatproof and carbo-ceramic-reinforced titanium walls layered with laminated coltan tiles.

Mandy hummed as did Black Hat before the latter commanded, "This meeting is dismissed. Zim, stay."

The other Forces of Chaos in the room were surprised at the order but did not disobey as they left the room without question, only Zim being left behind with the Undivided. The Queen of Daemons then warned in a threatening tone as her eyes burned red, "Zim, if you disseminate any of what we are about to show you, you will die a vigintillion deaths. Understand?"

Zim's expression was stony and nodded but the barely noticeable shaking in his right hand said all that was needed. With the Marquis of Locusts now terrified, Mandy snapped her fingers, causing the Artist of Chaos to raise his thin and gnarled hand covered in bandages that then emitted a faint crimson aura.

Suddenly, five paintings appeared beside him.

The first one was of the Samurai, banishing his sword as it was wreathed in white flames. He was fighting several abominations of flesh and spirit, those struck burning down in pyres of white that disseminated across the terrain. The Samurai was covered in cuts yet he either didn't care or notice as he continued to fight on, his mouth open in a roaring yell.

The second had a white feminine figure floating through the endless dark as a myriad of eyes and tendrils seemed to be slithering toward her. Twirling around her was Lorgar's scepter-maul; Illuminarum, Mortarian's battle scythe; Silence, Angron's chain-axes; Gorefather and Gorechild, Perturabo's stolen hammer; Forgebreaker, Fulgrim's power sword; Fireblade, Magnus' force staff; the Blade of Ahn-Nunura, Konrad's lightning claws; Mercy and Forgiveness, and Alpharius' power spear; Sarrisanata.

The third had an image that frankly alarmed Zim: It presented a ruined landscape, buildings in various states of demolition littered the ground, the sky a deep red with black clouds and rising pillars of fire. In the foreground were two figures that alarmed Zim; the first was the Daemon Primarch Lorgar Aurelian, lashing red aura surrounding him while gripping his maul with an angry expression. The second was what could be described as a golden Contemptor Pattern Dreadnought polymerized with golden Artificer Armor wielding a massive sword wreathed in golden flames, the helmet was replaced with a face plate that was crafted in the Emperor's vestige with golden flames that resembled hair flowing in the wind. The most damning part was the Clock of Ages being seen in the hand of a figure between the two that seemed to be fleeing from them.

The fourth was the most 'normal' for mortal eyes; showing Alistair standing on the fist of the Megas as he was charging his eye beams at an unknown target. Upon further inspection, Zim saw that Mandark's old base in the background with Dexter scaling it.

The fifth showed a figure clad in a massive ragged and sleeved cloak composed of grey and black furs. Under the hood, the figure was wearing a mask with the right side completely black and the left side being a copper-like shade of orange with a single black outlined eyehole. The rest of the figure's form was covered by the cloak but by his sides were two Fenrisian Wolves; one's fur black as night while the other's white as snow. When Zim examined it further, he noticed that behind the cloaked man were several others, armed to the teeth while adorned in mishmash outfits composed of hides, plates of armor, leather, and ammunition belts.

"Remember those paintings made by Kairos Fateweaver that you showed me?" Mandy reminded Zim of the portraits from the Oracle of Tzeentch, "Well, a day ago, the Artist suddenly gained the inspiration to create these five paintings. Like Fateweaver's paintings, these seem to precede the future, at least the future of the materium."

Zim's attention was most definitely caught when she said that, looking quite surprised, "And how do you think these foresee the materium's future?"

"This came to me when Ozai revealed the Samurai possesses the Silver Blade." The Queen of Daemons explained as the Undivided and Zim look at the paintings in interest, "The revelation that one of the Acolytes has the Clock of Ages seems to confirm my suspicion."

"But what about the fourth? Mandark was killed when he detonated the base, and you've had Gaz perpetuate a lie to his sister that I can revive him." Zim inquired of her, "Which, while I can do, is complicated by the fact that I have no DNA in which to revive him from."

"I missed the part where that's my problem." Mandy deadpanned before composing herself, "As for your question, I'm not quite sure myself. The power of the Clock of Ages is said to be immense but despite digging through the Wanderer's Library, we don't know what it has power over."

Zim merely gained a puzzled expression as he examined the paintings in front of him before asking the Queen, "So, how do we proceed with this knowledge?"

The Queen of Daemons merely gave a small smirk, "Simple; we rock the boat." She then rose her left arm while aiming her palm at the All-Seeing Eye, chanting as an orb of crimson fire formed in her palm with chaotic runes appearing around it. A torrent of black Warp lightning speared from her palm and flowed into the orb as if the latter object was liquid in composition.

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Facility 18

In the containment cell under Cadmus headquarters, Bell roared out as she struggled against her restraints, white energy burning from her eyes that arched across the room. After almost an hour of struggling, Bell calmed down but started sobbing at her situation.

10 years. 10 years of surviving in that hellhole of a dimension, only to end up here; stuffed in a box and played with, toyed with, experimented with. Drowning in chemical concoctions, drain of 13% of her blood, bombarded with all kinds of radiations and energies, with her already shot sense of time being further destroyed by the inconsistent times that they woke her up or had her go to asleep.

All she could think about were simpler times; being with her dad, talking with Samantha, Zim, and Susan, just being a little girl. Bell wished she could just return to those times.

Suddenly, her restraints came undone.

Bell immediately shot up, seeing that she was freed from her bindings, feeling around herself to confirm that she wasn't hallucinating again before just becoming still with shock. She breathed, a smile almost curling on her lips as she gets off the bed, finally being able to move and stretch of her own accord.

With a grin, Bell grabbed the door and tore it off its hinges, causing the alarms to ring out and the hallways to be bathed in red light. The whitehaired woman strutted out, seeing the guards coming down the hall with their guns raised and filled with special bullets laced with Antidote X. The leader of the group raised his gun at her, telling her to get on her knees.

Bell responded by grabbing him by the head and crushing it into paste, sending blood, bones fragments and brain matter all over the room.

"Pop goes the weasel~" Bell said in a sing song tone before attacking the guards while her act distracted them. Her fist rammed through the torso of one guard while grabbing the face of another's before crushing it, before using the body of the guard that her arm had impaled as a projectile that knocked the other guards to the walls. Before they had a chance to get up and fire their guns, Bell fires her eyebeams, incinerating them and melting the steel walls into their scorched bodies, causing the sprinklers to activate from the smoke and flames.

The satisfaction and pleasure she felt in that moment was rapturous, like what she thinks shooting up drugs is like. The water from the sprinklers doses out the fires and cools down the molten material, the smell of burning flesh began permeating the air causing Bell to cringe and wave her hair around her face to waft the scent away.

Her attention was then redirected to the ceiling when several dark grey plates coated the ceiling while the walls were suddenly covered by a grey liquid that then hardened into a dark grey material. Bell rolled her eyes, amused that they thought they could hold her with just some fancy liquid. But when she fired her eyebeams, instead of melting, the material barely seemed to heat up.

Blinking in confusion, the whitehaired woman instead decided to punch it out only for the fist she threw to not even scratch the material. Bell actually yelped and shook her hand from the slight stinging in her knuckles before glaring at the wall in childish anger. Using her enhanced vision, Bell was surprised to see what the material was made of.

The material that coated the walls was actually uncountable nanomachines that were linked together on a molecular level, and from what her dad told her about the Mohs scale of mineral hardness and the Vickers test for hardness of minerals; the nanomaterial must be at least ten times as hard as diamond. Looking up at the ceiling, it was the same material as the walls.

Bell scowled, realizing the conundrum that she was in before noticing that the floor wasn't covered by the material. Grinning, she rammed her fist through the floor but was stopped when she saw the material pour out of the tear she made before it coated the entire floor entirely. Now she had no way out.

"OH, COME ON!" The whitehaired woman yelled out in a petulant tone, slamming her fist on the wall in frustration while wishing that she could just pass through the walls-

Suddenly, her entire body became a dark violet shadow outlined with dark pink as well as her skeleton, with her hand passing through the wall.**

Bell yelped in surprised, pulling her arm back as her body returned to its normal state, looking at herself in shock. How did that happen? All she did was think about passing through the walls and then that happened...

A light bulb lit in her head as she concentrated on that state, her body becoming the shadow as if on reflex. Bell looked surprised at this but then tested her new ability as she stuck her hand through the wall, phasing through it like water.

A grin spread across her face before she dove through the walls like they were merely water, swimming through the earth without even affecting it. For miles and miles, Bell swam through the immaterium like a lake or ocean, her hearing assaulted by blissful sounds and comforting whispers while her sight was besieged by vivid colors and breathtaking formations that were like a drug to her. After what felt like a day of flying through the immaterium, Bell emerged from the ground and returned to her tangible form, panting from the expense of energy that she used for that form.

The whitehaired woman rested against an ice formation, only for her eyes to shoot open when she realized where she was.

She was outside.

Bell stood up and looked around; it was night, with grey clouds covering the sky and snow falling down in a storm of white. It was then that she noticed how cold it was, rubbing the upper parts of her arms while shuddering slightly. It wasn't as bad as some of the places in the Warp, but it was still pretty cold.

Wait, where was she anyway?

Now that she snapped out of her daze, Bell noticed that she was in the middle of what could only be the Antarctic as the snowstorm intensified around her, reaching temperatures that would have killed her had she been a normal human. Deciding she better find shelter, the whitehaired Transhuman rose from the ground and took off to find the nearest outpost in the area.

After 5 minutes, Bell found a small outpost in the middle of a mountain with her enhanced vision showing her that while it was a little large but that still gave her enough to live on for a day or two.

The whitehaired woman landed gently next to the front entrance, the lights were on in the interior which meant that the crew hasn't gone to sleep yet, giving her a chance to sneak in. Just then, the door adjacent to her opened as a member of the crew stumbled out, wearing pair of Demin jeans with brown snow boots, and his upper half clad a heavy coat with a furred hood. He was laughing drunkenly, a bottle of booze in his hand as he stumbled around in his alcohol induced stupor before he caught sight of her.

He whistled at seeing her looks, "Hey, baby, did you fall from Heaven? Cause you look like an angel~"

Bell blushed as red as a cherry at that, very embarrassed and out of her league as she was never in a situation like this. It suddenly got worse when the man abruptly planted his lips on hers. Bell froze, her mind blank even as when he broke it off, her face red as a stop sign as she stared on in shock.

"Hey, how did you-" The drunk man didn't get to finish that sentence as Bell slapped him so hard that his head tore it off his neck, blood spraying like a fountain as his body slumped onto the ground. Bell fell against the wall near the door, pulling her legs to her chest as a maddeningly pleasurable feeling came over her from that kiss, something that she experienced as Azula's 'toy' in the Silver Palace.

After a minute, Bell managed to compose herself enough to get up, only for the door to open again and for other crew members to come out, both Caucasian with one a blonde female and the other a black haired man. When they saw the bloody corpse of their friend, the woman screamed while the man had to catch his breath before Bell grabbed their heads with her hands and then crushed them like they were grapes, coating her hands, face, and chest in blood and brain matter again.

Letting the bodies fall to the floor, Bell looked at the blood on her hands, letting a grin spread on her lips. Seems she found a new favorite pastime. Walking into the outpost, Bell rushed towards the nearest person and crushed their head before they had a chance to react, then pointing her finger at the nearest person like a gun before cocking it back while making a 'pew' sound from her mouth. A thin beam shot from her finger, piercing the person's neck as blood spewed from the wound, causing him to cover the wound in an attempt to stop the bleeding only to keel over.

The other crewmembers all jumped up, grabbed their guns and fired at her, only piercing her bloody and dirty garbs but shattered against her invulnerable skin. The whitehaired woman merely giggled like a little girl; the bullets merely tickled her. Bell then drove her fist through the chest of a crewmember, reducing the latter's innards to pulp as he vomited blood, before she then used her eyebeams to slash two others in twain, their scorched innards dump out like steaming fish that extinguished the remaining flames.

One female member of the crew screamed in fear and tried to flee only for a book to hit her in the head, knocking her out. A male roared out as he fired his AK-47 hard at Bell, only for her to cave his face in by piercing her hands through it. Two of the crew attempted to flee but Bell responded by ramming her fists through their chests, tearing their hearts out and crushing them.

Bell paused as she suddenly noticed that it suddenly became quiet. Looking around with her X-Ray vision, she confirmed it; the outpost was now empty. "Is there anybody else?" Bell asked herself, looking around the outpost until she spotted someone fleeing the outpost and towards a helicopter.

The whitehaired woman grinned sadistically, "Oh, now you don't." She sped through the outpost and out the door without breaking anything, stopping at the front of the base as the man stopped in his tracks just as he was about to enter the helicopter.

Bell laughed before taunting the man with an absolutely smug look on her face, "Did you really think you could escape?" The line was cliché, she admits but it was actually kinda fun being the bad guy.

Instead of being frozen with fear, the man replied with, "Who said anything about escaping?" Before Bell could respond, the man swiftly turned around and banished a freaking flamethrower at her and letting it rip. The stream of flames hit her on the chest and quickly spread across her frame, engulfing her in a pyre of bright orange flames that continued to grow as the man kept pouring it on.

The flames grew in intensity as they kept spew for a full minute until the last remaining member stopped pulling the trigger, panting as he lowered the nozzle of the flamethrower down. The whitehaired woman seemed to be incinerated by the pyre given that she was nowhere in sight when the flames died down, causing the last remaining crewmate to sigh in relief.

"Thank god-" The last crew member barely finished as an arm grabbed the nozzle of the flamethrower and pointed it at his head before another arm pulled the trigger. He didn't a chance to scream before the flames burned the flesh of his face, leaving only his skull as his melted eyes and brain matter oozed out of the eye sockets and the cracks in the skull when Bell let go of the trigger.

Bell let go of the body as it slumped to the ground and boiling blood spewed out of the neck. Suddenly, she noticed that it both felt hotter and colder somehow, as well as noticing that she didn't feel the garbs from the labs on her skin. The white haired woman looked down and saw that she was completely naked.

"Oh, great." Bell rolled her eyes, barely fazed by the fact that the fires left her void of clothing, even if she didn't mind it. Unaffected by the cold, Bell merely walked back inside the outpost, closing the door behind her and locking it.

She then took the bodies of the people she killed to the shower room, dumped them under the facet before using her heat vision to incinerate them, and then turning on the shower when the bodies were ash so that the fire wouldn't spread. Bell then decided to wash herself off, given that she was filthy from all of the blood, ash, and brain matter from killing all those people today.

Because she was dead tired, Bell just got whatever clothes she liked and put them on a desk before she went to bed.

There she laid, looking up at the ceiling with her hand outstretched. No walls, no guards, no restraints, nothing to hold her back or to stop her. Then she remembered when she was dragged into the Warp, wandering for years and fighting for her life, being captured by Azula when she was nineteen and used as a plaything for the Daemon Princess. And then all those memories came back.

Suddenly, her lips started tugging against her will as a quiet giggle issued from her throat before it morphed into a chuckle and then into a full-blown cackle. Bell fell back to the bed, her laughter growing louder and louder, unable to stop or breath before tears started pricking from the corners of her eyes. The whitehaired woman continued laughing for untold amount of time before her tugged up lips went limp as her laughter slowly morphed into sobs and tears ran down her face. She slowly curled into a fetal position and continued to sob hysterically, her eyes scrunched shut and her tears streaming in quiet relief.

After an hour, she calmed down enough to go to sleep.

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3 days later

Megaville

Utonium Residence

December 17th

Cyrene's eyes slowly fluttered open as she groaned and sat up from the couch, dressed in a pink shirt and dark pink shorts, seeing that her sisters and the brothers were still asleep. They were back in Megaville because of suspicious activity by some politicians. If it was Chaos, they killed them and made it seem like a suicide or accident. If it was just them being corrupt politicians, they threaten them into helping their cause via blackmail.

But for now, they were hanging around their old house until they went out to follow their targets when they came to town and stake them out before they made their assessment.

The redhaired Acolyte merely got up and walked into the kitchen to make herself coffee, only she and Elitras drank coffee, Belicara and Nero drank soda, while Serena and Alistair drank alchololic beverages. The similarities were not lost on any of them, but they had buried the hatchet while they were being taught by the Emperor so it was fine.

Just as her mug was filled, Cyrene heard a groan and saw Elitras wake up, dressed in a black whit beater with red flames and black warm up pants. He had just shaved and cut his hair so that it now reached his shoulders. He made his own mug as the others woke up; Nero wearing a dark blue t-shirt and black warmup pants, Belicara just had sky blue shirt and black shorts, Alistair was in a dark green whit beater with a skull design and black warmup pants, and Serena just had a green tank top and black shorts.

"Hey, you got any beers?" Serena asked her sister in a slurred tone, leaning on the counter with her hand holding up her head.

Cyrene frowned, "I told you yesterday, the Professor never has any alcohol in the house. And haven't I told you to stop drinking while off duty? Especially you, Alistair."

The black-haired man scoffed, "I drink because I want to. Anyway, what are we doing today?"

"Well-" Cyrene didn't even get a chance to start her sentence as the professor came running down the stairs, looking like he was about to have a heart attack.

"Girls! Have you seen the news?!" Professor Utonium nearly screamed out, grabbing the remote and turning on the TV before any of them had a chance to respond to his inquiries. The newscast showed the usual anchorwoman only she seemed to be more than a little distressed as she gulped and read on.

"Horror in Megaville today, as Congresswoman Irma Washington, Congressman John Hansen, and Congresswoman Wanda Aldermen were found murdered in their homes." The newscast showed several homes that were utterly trashed and stained with blood and body parts, "Police have yet to find any clues or witnesses to the crime, local residents were shocked by the news."

Dexter's mom appeared onscreen, looking positively frightened, "How can we feel safe when our leaders aren't safe? My husband and I have been shaking ever since the news!"

The Acolytes all groaned, as Alistair drawls, "Well, it seems like that assignment's done."

The newscast then came back to the anchorwoman, whom had barely composed herself, "So far, no evidence has yet to be found but a possible suspect has been sighted via security cameras." The screen then showed a snapshot of from a camera feed; it showed a figure speeding away from the scene. She wearing a brown trenchcoat over a white sweater, Demin jeans with a leather belt and black shoes. But the most damning detail was the fact that her hands were covered in blood and the long snow-white hair that reached her shoulders.

While the Brothers were confused by the sight of the figure, the Sisters were all frozen in shock with Serena asking out loud, "Is that...?"

"Bell..." Cyrene finished, dumbstruck at what she was seeing on the TV before pulling out her phone and walking out the room. She entered the bathroom and locked the door before dialed the Emperor's number into her phone.

"Hey, Emps, have you seen the news?" She told the Emperor over the phone, "Yes, I'm absolutely sure that woman was Bell... No, I don't know how she grew up in only 3 months! We used those devices!... I'm not sure, she might have taken out those congressmen to get our attention or it could have been a coincidence... Alright, I'll tell the others, see ya later." Cyrene hung up and holstered her phone as she got out of the bathroom and back into the living room.

Back in the living room, Cyrene hear Alistair and Serena yelling over something. The redhaired woman walked in to see that the Professor had gone back down to his labs while Elitras, Nero, and Belicara were looking at a palm sized object that resembled a stone clock with golden hands and engravings while Serena and Alistair were arguing likely over the object.

"ARE YOU INSANE?!" Serena screamed at her male counterpart, looking like she was about to murder him, "THAT THING COULD BE CORRUPTED FOR ALL WE KNOW!"

"DID YOU SENSE ANY CORRUPTION?!" Alistair screamed back to her, looking close to coming to blows as well, "BESIDES I'VE TOYED WITH IT FOR THE PAST WEEK AND IT HASN'T DONE SHIT! WE'LL BE FINE!"

"Enough!" Elitras interrupts them both before thing escalated into a fight, putting his hands on the two's shoulders to placate them, "It checks out. There's no chaotic runes and I'm not sensing anything from the clock. But Alistair, next time you find something like this, don't keep it from us."

Both of them groaned and said in unison, "Fine."

Cyrene sighed and asked Belicara, "What did I miss?"

"Alistair showed us a clock that he found while he was investigating Normandy and Serena freaked out, thinking that it was corrupted." Her blonde sister started, crossing her arms as she and Cyrene stared on as Nero examined the clock, "As you can see, Elitras is calming them down."

"This clock is weird. Watch." Nero cut in, showing them the stone clock before he spun the clock hands counterclockwise only for the hands to spin clockwise back into place without a beat. The two sisters looked interested, but it seemed like just an anomalous clock, nothing else.

Nero threw it back to Alistair who caught it without even looking and stuffed it in his pocket while Serena just sat down still looking a little miffed before she asked her redhaired sister, "So, what did the Big E say?"

"He said that our new assignment was to find Bell and bring her into containment." Cyrene informs them, "We are to secretly comb the city for her and be discreet. The public can't know about this." The others nod and move out, changing into some civilian garbs while traveling at near-light speeds out of the house.

---

The Watchtower:

The Emperor folded his hands and rested his head on them as he contemplated the situation in front of him. Bell, while he was sure wasn't corrupted by Chaos, was a variable that he hadn't anticipated, but if he could recontain her, a problem could be resolved before it could bloom.

Suddenly, a presence came to him as his gaze snapped to the vent grate. Inside the vent, the blue and golden cockroach flinched as it tried to skitter away before it was suddenly impaled by a Haloshard blade coming from the Emperor's hand. The construct then pulled the cockroach out of the vents and up to the Emperor's face, zigzagged extensions resembling fingers were produce and held the insect as the blade receded.

"Zim..." The Emperor muttered in anger, his Haloshard construct reacting by crushing the cockroach. So, that was how they knew of his plans, they had a spy in the Watchtower that traveled through the vents.

It seemed he needed to do some work of his own.

---

Megaville

Bell got up from her bed, moaning as she rubbed her eyes and pulled away the covers on the fancy bed. She killed a rich man and his wife before reducing their bodies to pulp and putting their remains in the fridge, and because their taxes were set to autopay, nobody would be coming here to question the inaction.

The whitehaired woman then entered the lavishly fancy living room and sat on a white leather couch, merely clothed in black underwear, before turning on the TV to see if the news outlets reported her 'night out.' Sure enough, the news reported her killing those congressmen, which will likely get the Powerpuff's attention and then she can kill them for what they made her go through.

Finishing in her bowl of cereal, which was refreshing after eating raw meat from the corpses of cultists in the Warp, Bell got dressed in a white sweater under a black coat, black pants, and black dress shoes while tying her hair into a bun and covering it with a fedora. She didn't cover her eyes as if the Powerpuffs saw her white eyes, they'll know that it's her.

With that, Bell walked out of the fancy apartment.

---

4 hours later:

Officer Marcus Harold pulled the cover back one of the new bodies of the recent massacre. An hour ago, they had gotten a call from a terrified civilian about a bunch of dead bodies in a drug store and when they got there, their worries were founded.

The bodies were crushed, pulped, and torn apart; blood splattered everywhere with viscera hanging from the ceiling. That wasn't even getting to the fact that everything in the drug store was either burnt, destroyed, or just plain smashed into pieces, yet nothing was stolen. Whoever did this did it for the hell of it.

Not only that but it was just a few miles from where those congressmen were murdered.

Officer Harold snapped out of his thoughts when he heard arguing outside, turning to see a woman with black hair, in a trench coat, green sweater, black pants, and black shoes speaking with one of the officers outside. They seemed to be arguing and pointing at each other. Something was going on and Harold didn't like it.

---

Serena swore as she walked away from the crime scene. Bell seemed to have struck again but she was too slow to find any clues and she couldn't go into the crime scene without attracting suspicion.

Deciding screw it, she pulled out her phone and called the others.

"Yeah, it's me." Serena called Cyrene, making her voice low so nobody could eavesdrop on her, "Bell struck at a drug store. It was a bloodbath, but I wasn't able to find any clues that gave us any leads. ...Alright, I'll continue looking. See ya." She hung up and continued walking through the cold streets of Megaville, snow falling down in droves so much so that it seemed to obscure the city.

Suddenly, a figure sprinted through the alleyway near her, shrouded by the veil of falling snow. Serena's gaze snapped to the alleyway, feeling as if the people walking down the streets had vanished in the snowfall before walking down the alley. Her footsteps echoed through the alleyway that seemed to darken as she walked further down, which was odd as it was only 2:30.

The Acolyte looked around, feeling as through she was being watched. The lights from lampposts shined down the alleyway, her hair fluttering though the gentle wind as the light showed each flake of snow that fell down the clouds that shielded the population from the Scorched Sky. Her hearing then caught the sounds of fluttering from behind her before a hand was placed on her shoulder, causing her to turn around and grab her arm, ready to break whoever it was in half only for her to freeze when she saw who it was.

It was a grown-up Bell. Her white hair was surprisingly well kept and almost to her waist, her face was more mature and sharper while only her white eyes remained the same. She was dressed in a white sweater under a black fur coat, black pants, and black dress shoes.

"Bell?" Serena yet out, disbelief clear on her face as she gazed at the girl, she faced in the Megaville Center of Arts during the Science Fair. She saw her on the news but was still surprising to see it in person.

The whitehaired woman narrowed, "How do you..." She trailed off as her eyes bulged in realization at who she had in her grip, "Buttercup?" The two women looked on at each other in shock and surprise.

"Whoa." Serena blinked as she examined the whitehaired transhuman, who looked at her with equal surprise, "Bell, you got... older." She trailed off as she took in the sight of the grown-up Bell.

"Same to you." Bell responded, dumbstruck that one of the girls she hated was now as old as her. Was she stuck in the Warp for that long?

"How'd you get so old?" Serena asked her, examining the whitehaired woman who examined her back.

Bell scowled, "Like I'd ever tell you!" She yelled petulantly at her enemy, as if she'd ever tell her about her experiences in the Warp.

Serena's expression turned deadpan at that response, "Clearly you've matured." She replied sarcastically, the two staring each other down in an attempt to see who would attack first. Bell broke the tension by throwing a punch before Serena caught it and then kneed her in the gut, the former yelped in pain before the latter left-hooked her across the face, sending the whitehaired transhuman into the wall when suddenly, Bell became a shadow outlined in dark pink and passed through the wall.

The Acolyte blinked in surprise, "What the-?" She didn't get to finish her sentence as Bell suddenly emerged from the wall behind her, decking her across the face and kneeing her in the back. Serena managed to dig her heels into the ground to halt her momentum before trying to throw a punch, only for her fist to pass through Bell's form, causing her to stumble through the woman shaped shadow and barely regain her footing.

"Well... that's new." Serena said in surprise as Bell turned back to her normal form, grinning smugly.

"Surprised? Well, so was I when I first escaped those labs." Bell informed her opponent, circling the latter like a panther taking in her prey, "Truth is that I don't know how I got it but I'm glad I did. So!" She then slammed her fist into her palm, before cracking her knuckles, "Are we gonna do this or what?"

"Fine." Serena seethed out, pressing a silent distress call button on her watch, "Let's dance."

She tackled Bell into the air faster than the latter could react and threw her at a building, the snowfall hiding their fight from the public. Bell, after shaking off the snow from the rooftops, launched at Serena in a streak of white before throwing a punch, only for the blackhaired woman to catch it and attempted to slug her across the face but Bell shifted into her shadow form, which caused her fist passed through her head and the fist she was holding passed through her hand.

Before she could counterattack, Bell then uttered, "Let's kick this up a notch!" Suddenly, she was enveloped in a blaze of purple flames that grew rapidly as snow swirled around her. Before Serena could grasp what was happening, the orb of snow that formed around Bell burst, revealing that she had taken a new form.

Bell's new form was humanoid in shape, only her skin was white and hardened, gill-like protrusions were on her arms, thighs, calves, and shoulders, a red snake-like eye had replaced her navel, black diamond-like crests were imprinted on her palms, her toes had fused together making her legs look like boots. Had she have a reflection to look at, Bell would have seen her hair had fused into tentacle-like dreadlocks, a red diamond-like crest with a black exterior sat on her forehead, her face now lacked a nose, ears, and mouth, and her sclera were black, her irises dark purple in shape of diamonds with 3 glowing silver snake-like pupils. The greatest change was that Bell now sported four extensions from her back that took the resemblance of wings, the underside black with several markings that resembled circuits that constantly changed coloration in random patterns.

The white monster then wrapped her wings around her body, concealing her as she disappeared in the snowstorm. Despite her enhanced vision, the Acolyte couldn't find her due to the snowstorm.

Serena growled in annoyance, "Oh, that's gonna get annoying."

---

The Watchtower

"And connect this to that..." The Emperor muttered to himself as he jury-rigged a device from spare parts that Dexter left around his lab. If he was right and he usually was, he should be able to create a single use anti-immaterial weapon that could deal with Bell.

The Emperor found out about Bell's new abilities via a hidden camera he had snuck into her coat, and after seeing the white transhuman's new powers, he gathered whatever spare parts Dexter left in the Watchtower to build something to assist them.

And if surviving Terra during the Age of Strife taught him anything, work with what you got. And given that he was the shard of the Emperor that contained his knowledge and intellect, he had an inkling on how to build simple yet complicated and fantastical devices with only spare parts.

Which came in handy when he and Mal had to build something to take down that horde of Nightmare Engines that rampaged across Terra.

"Okay, add the modulator here, connect the conductor to the trigger, and..." The Emperor drew out the 'and' at the end as he finished tweaking his device, before it lit up and all of its mechanisms locked into place, causing him to whoop, "Yes! Okay, Emps, just one last thing." He whispered as he picked up a cylindrical object colored an illuminant blue before hooking it into the device, causing the mechanisms to insert the object into the cohesive whole.

The Emperor took the time to look over the device for any faults or disconnected wires, the device was relatively small only being the size of a small dog, its shape being a silver orb with several wires and miniature Tesla coils, and a blue button below a timer that indicated the 5 second timer before the device activated. It should work, so long as they get close enough to Bell.

Acting fast, the Emperor jogged out of his lab and to the teleportation deck, using his powers to freeze all the people around him as he typed in some coordinates and set the device on the deck. Just as the deck activated, the Emperor pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

---

Megaville

The other Acolytes were spearing through the snowstorm, not in their armor as it would attract attention from the population. From what Serena said, Bell seemed to have gained a few new tricks, so they had to be prepared.

Suddenly, in front of Elitras, a sky-blue light formed before it faded to reveal a silver orb the size of a corgi with several wires and tesla coils sticking out. Before any of them could question it, Elitras' phone started ringing and when he pulled it out of his pocket, they all saw that the call came from the Emperor.

When Elitras answered it, he asked while examining the device along with the other Acolytes, "My lord, what's this thing?"

"Glad you asked." The Emperor replied, "Using spare parts that Dexter left around my labs, I jury-rigged an anti-immaterial device. Unfortunately, because I rushed it, it can only be used once."

"Wait, how do you know how to build an anti-immaterial device?" Nero asked as the call was on speaker.

"I'll tell you later!" The Emperor interrupted, "it's like this; Bell now has the ability to phase through matter by partially entering the Warp. That she also now can somehow now transform. I don't know how, maybe through expose to Warp Energy."

"Well, how do we beat someone we can't hit?" Elitras asked the Emperor over the phone.

"Relax! If I'm right, the device will temporality neutralize her powers and then you got a shot." The Big E replied, "Remember, it's single use, so get in close and then press the button! It should do the trick but be quick as we can't attract attention. Call me when you subdue her, I'll pull some strings to get her contained." With that, the Emperor hung up, leaving them to deal with the threat.

Not hesitating a second more, the Acolytes rushed off to capture Bell.

They flew through the snowstorm, dodging various bolts of purple lighting and tendrils of white that lashed through the air, getting close enough to see Serena punch the transformed Bell in the gut, sending her flying before she was suddenly enveloped by bright green flames for a moment which then cleared to reveal her human form that landed on the rooftop, skidding to a halt across as she dug her feet into the floor.

When the whitehaired woman saw the others, her eyes were nearly as wide as headlights, "What? You guys are all grown up too?" Instead of responding to her, Elitras pressed the button on the device and threw it at her at blinding speeds, only for her to catch it like a softball. She then gave a cocky grin to the others as if amused that this was all they had.

"Oh please, is this all-" Bell didn't finish her sentence as the 5 second timer counted to zero. The device then lit up and emitted a field of blue that flared around the rooftop, causing her to drop the device as the blue flare disappeared as quickly as it came. Bell, at first, seemed unaffected when suddenly smoke came out of her mouth and her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she felt to the ground, unconscious.

"Sorry, what?" Elitras put a hand to his ear mockingly, as they all landed on the rooftop, "You didn't finish!" Alistair laughed and high-fived him as did Serena who also laughed, the other either laughed or chuckled at his joke. Elitras then pulled out his phone and called the Emperor.

"My lord? Yeah, the device worked. Well, more like it just knocked her out. Sure, we'll kept watch. Alright, see ya there." Elitras hung up and informed the others, "He said to wait for a helicopter to pick up Bell, we just have to make sure she doesn't try to escape if she wakes up." The others nodded and sat around the roof, waiting for the others to come and thanking the Emperor that the snowstorm was so thick that they didn't need to worry about the public being exposed to Chaos.

---

Global Defense Force Containment Site 18

Bell was contained in a specially made cell in the center of an even larger cell; the smaller cell walls composed of layers of graphene, the outer cell walls composed of multiple layers of carbo-ceramic reinforced titanium, under the cell were hidden Blackstone mechanisms to nullify her abilities, and multiple surveillance cameras set up around the outer cell in the slim chance she escapes.

The GDF then decided to have a meeting with the Emperor when they brought her in, likely because of his doings.

In the meeting room, the Emperor and the Acolytes awaited the Director and the head scientists to arrive. The Emperor was dressed in a black suit, a black dress shirt with a golden tie, black dress pants, and black dress shoes, with a golden watch on his right wrist. Cyrene was dressed in a white dress shirt with a tie under a pink vest, pink skirt, and a lab coat, with tall white socks and brown dress shoes. Serena was dressed in a black dress jacket, green lowcut shirt, a black skirt, and black heels. Belicara was dressed the same as Serena but with a blue shirt instead of a green one.

Elitras was dressed in a black suit with a red dress shirt and black tie, black dress pants, black dress shoes, and black gloves. Alistair and Nero were dressed the same but with a dark green and dark blue dress shirt respectively instead of a red one.

Cyrene was waiting patiently, Serena was on her phone while Belicara looked over her shoulder, Elitras just hummed, Alistair merely examined the stone clock that he kept with him for all this time for some reason, and Nero was on his phone.

Suddenly, the doors to the conference room opened, causing them to put away their devices and compose themselves. The Director of the Global Defense Force came in alongside Professor Utonium, Professor Membrane, Professor Brisbaine, Dr. Wakeman, I.M Weasel, and many other scientists that they all saw in the science fair.

The Director was a tall man with short greying hair, his face composed with light wrinkles and steel blue eyes that commanded respect, dressed in a grey suit with a black dress shirt and white tie, and black dress shoes. He maintained an air of professionalism They all sat down in the long table and got the meeting started with the Director addressing the Emperor.

"I'm glad you decided to attend this meeting, Mr..." The Director trailed off as he attempted to get a name from the Master of Mankind.

"Please, call me E." The Emperor replied to him, "Now if we may?"

"Indeed. Weasel?" The Director asked.

Weasel nodded and began, "If we can begin, I, acting chairman I.M. Weasel will call this meeting to order. Global Defense Force, Super-Science Commission, Megaville Division. Our topic? Anomalous Event Transhuman-X-1738. Opening remarks preceding discussion will be headed by GDF Liaison: Professor Jonathan Utonium."

"Thank you, I.M." Professor Utonium thanked his college as he stood up and began, as holograms that showed the still conscious Bell sleeping in her cell as well as showing the cleanup crews, "Due to the recent event in Megaville, we have felt the need to call this meeting to discuss the event in detail. The question that has resulted in this meeting: what happened with Bell?"

"I'll begin." The Emperor offered as he stood up, pulling up several holograms that showed the newscast that reported the deaths of the senators, "Around midnight last night, Bell murdered Congresswoman Irma Washington, Congressman John Hansen, and Congresswoman Wanda Aldermen in their homes. The motive isn't clear but my best guess is that they were to gain attention or lure us out. As shown here, Serena, or Buttercup if you insist, engaged Bell, but the latter displayed new abilities, including intangibility, transformation, along with energy and matter manipulation."

Footage from Serena's hidden camera showed Bell's new abilities, such as her fist passing through Bell's head as it turned into its shadow form, Bell transforming into her empowered form, then came a scene where a ball of fire formed in her hand that she blasted at Serena who dodged, and a final scene that showed several grey stone-like tendrils that appeared out of nowhere.

The others in the room were shocked by this with Weasel, Brisbaine, and the Director kept their composure, with the latter asking, "I suppose you have a theory for this development?"

"I do." The Emperor replied, as a hologram pulled up that contained the image of a strand of DNA, "A DNA sweep of the Generator Room of the Comm Tower was performed after the incident, giving us genetic samples of Bell and Samantha. From what I discovered; Bell is the creation of former GDF scientist Dr. Alexander Megalos. Samantha appears to be an experiment of his as well."

"Ah! I remember Megalos!" Professor Membrane cut in, being his usual bombastic self, "He was the lead scientist in the Super Science Division until he left under mysterious circumstances!"

"So, I've heard." The Emperor replied flatly, continuing on, "From this genetic sequencing and various video files I've found in his old base, Megalos attempted to recreate Professor Utonium's experiment that resulted in the creation of the Powerpuff Girls. I can share those videos if you'd insist." The other scientists at the table looked at each other before silently coming to a decision with the Director nodding for him to go ahead.

E merely pressed play on a small hologram that started the file.

Dr. Megalos was onscreen, back to normal it seemed, while standing in front of an gestation vat containing a little girl in a fetal position. She had white hair like the doctors, while he himself seemed ecstatic, smiling brightly.

He started excitedly, "Day 1,217. My latest experiment is finally blooming! By taking the basic formula of Utonium's girls and making my own modifications, I began the development of my own Transhuman!"

"Now, the moment we're all waiting for!" Megalos exclaimed, pressing a button on the panel nearest to him. The liquid in the gestation vat bubbled before slowly draining, the girl gently lowering to the bottom before the doctor picked her up as it opened. The girl mewed softly in her sleep while Megalos rocked her affectionately.

"I think I'll name you..." Dr. Xander hemmed and hawed for a second before finishing with, "Bell."

But when the file ended, E dropped the bombshell, "That's not the only one I recovered." At their question looks, E played the next file.

Dr. Megalos was back on screen, smiling pleasantly, "Day 453. It has taken several months and several experiments, but I have begun the first steps for my grand plan in its entirety."

"My research has led me to this." He held up a vial containing a black bubbling liquid. "This is Chemical X. Synthesized by Professor Johnathan Utonium, it is a super-reactive agent with seemingly limitless potential for energy development and growth. I have conducted dozens of experiments and have made some of my own modifications. Only with this much, I can synthesize much more. But I decided to do my first experiment while Samantha is away, acquiring the subjects that I have requested."

"In the meantime, I will begin my experiment about now." Megalos backed up from the screen and raised the vial as if for a toast, "Bottoms up." The doctor emptied the vial via drinking it. For a moment, he was silent, hemming and hawing at the lack of results and the others were somewhat bemusingly convinced that the chemical that he consumed was a dud.

Then, the scientists let out a yelp of pain, clutching his gut and bending forward, his veins bulging, and his eyes blackened. An opaque black liquid then spewed from his mouth and wisps of stream began rising from his body, his skin reddened, and small blotches of black began forming all over. Megalos looked at his changing body with a crazed yet fascinated expression, giggling slightly.

"It's working." He whispered, before bellowing out an insane cackle and repeating in a crazed yell, "IT'S WORKING!"

Megalos laughed again as his clothes caught aflame while black scabs began forming all over his frame, quickly covering him in an all covering shell. Black tendrils then grew outwards and detached before they began expanding out and assimilating anything nearby. The flames simmered out while the black shell began losing shape, become a cocoon of sorts. It beat like a heart as ripping and nauseating noises rang offscreen. This went on for minutes before the Emperor fast-forwarded the file, revealing that the camera was left on for about 6 hours.

When he stopped, the scene was the same only for the voice of a young girl to ring trough the room. "DOC?! DOC, IS THAT YOU?!" The girl's voice rang through the room. Other voices came through, but nobody couldn't make them out. Then a 12 year old girl wearing a sky blue parka, purple pants, and and brown snow boots came into view. She had brown hair with two big locks that go to the sides of her face.

By her, came a green Xeno in a scarlet uniform holding a cage containing a small mechanical creature.

"Doctor? Doctor Xander?" Sam called out; Zim then blinked in realization.

"Xander? Xander Megalos?" Zim asked the girl whom nodded. The green Xeno put a hand to his chin, "Hmm, do I know this doctor? Does he work for those 'Global Defense' people? Megalos or... Maybe Brisbane?"

"All of that is behind him now." Samantha informed the Irken, before hesitating slightly and continuing, "At least... He said it would be. And, uh, now I believe him now-" The words died in her mouth as she and Zim saw the black cocoon.

"What the hell is that?!" Samantha nearly screamed before it hit her, "Doctor Xander! Is that you?!"

"Oh! That could be some kind of embryonic regeneration state!" Zim theorized, insanely accurately, "Those were all the rage maybe five or six Tallest dynasties ago. Would the doctor use those?"

Samantha was pleasantly surprised, and perhaps Estalius was as well, "Huh. He might. That's... good thinking, Zim. He... could be in there. I guess." The girl seemed hesitant to acknowledge the Xeno's point, something that any of the Imperium would approve, as she got closer to the black cocoon.

"Uh... Doctor Xander? Are... you... in here?" She whispered into the cocoon, gliding her hand over the surface as an expression of disgust crossed her face at the fact that it was beating like a heart, "It's definitely alive... and gross, whatever it is."

Zim and the thing in the birdcage seemed to cringe in disgust along with her. After a few seconds of nothing happening, she blurted out, "Dr. Xander! Just, uh, give me a signal or something! Let me know that it's you! That you're-"

Just then an orange-colored hand burst out of the cocoon. Samantha reeled back, scared out of her mind, "ALI-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-VE!?"

The cocoon bulged and distorted, tearing open with horrible fluids overflowing onto the floor as a hairless orange humanoid emerged. The file ended with the frame showing Samantha and Zim backing away from the emerging figure.

The file ended there, leaving almost all of the gathered scientists in shock at what they saw; Utonium nearly looked like he was about to have a heart attack, Membrane was silent, Wakeman had her hands to her mouth in horror, Weasel, Brisbaine, and the Director kept their composures but still they were shaken. The rest of the scientists were utterly horrified by what they saw, some even going to the bathrooms to vomit.

"Xander, what happened to you?" Nora Wakeman whispered, horrified by what happened to her former colleague.

"He was corrupted." The Emperor cut in, expression stone as a statue, "The Chaos Gods slithered into his head, and he became their puppet to enter this universe. His transformation? Something latched onto him and began influencing him. The opening of the Maw? That was them implanting that seed into his head to open the door for them. Alexander Megalos is dead, there is only Dr. X."

His words seemed to resonate them causing the Director to stand up, looking resolute, "And what do you suggest we do?" The Emperor pulled up a hologram that contain the image of a purple-colored wave that was quickly approaching the solar system.

"We have until the end of the year until the Wave reaches the Earth." The Emperor started to explain his plan, "I have a plan to deal with it; I've been having Cadmus manufacture a Warp canceling material called Blackstone, and the Blackstone is to be used in the construction of special Pylons that can allow us to neutralize the Wave. But if you agree to assist me, the Pylons can be built in time and if we do, I guarantee that billions can and will survive. So, what do ya'll say?" He proposed to the gathered scientists.

They all looked at each other and spoke, comparing notes and calculations that they've gathered over the past few months. After a few moments, the Director gave his answer, "We agree but understand E, that any and all of your experiments on metahumans will go through my permission. If any of your experiments do not receive my permission or approval, you will cease them immediately. Do we have an understanding?"

If E was annoyed, he didn't show it as he simply replied, "Very well." With that the meeting was finished but as they were leaving, the Acolytes stopped Professor Utonium, Professor Brisbaine, and I.M Weasel. The Acolytes asked if they could talk to them for a moment, causing them to got into separate rooms.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" The professor asked his daughters, all of whom looked down as if in longing.

"Well, we just wanted to talk to you. You know, catch up." Cyrene replied to him. The truth was that even though that they were spending most of their time with the Emperor, they still missed the man that raised them.

The professor seemed surprised at both the reply and their sad expressions, "Well... It's been a little difficult, what with all the things that have happened and... Well, I've mostly been caught up in work for the GDF but... Other than that, I've been fine. What about you three?"

"Nothing, it's just that... Professor, can we call you... dad?" Belicara asked her father, meekly looking down in shame thinking that he may not because of what they've done. Much to her surprise, the Professor gave a heartfelt smile.

"I'd love that more than anything."

His daughters all seemed to tear at that as they all hugged their father.

In the room with Weasel and Brisbaine, the Brothers were talking to the men that recreated them. The scientists were composed but Weasel asked them, "Who are you loyal to?"

"The Emperor and humanity." The three replied stoically.

"Hm. Good boys."

---

Bell's cell

The whitehaired woman slowly opened her eyes, groaning while holding her head, "Ow... What hit me?" She muttered, only to see that she was in another cell. Immediately getting flashbacks to more horrible times, Bell immediately shot up from the admittedly comfortable bed and started pounding on the wall, screaming bloody murder.

"NONONONONONONONO!" Bell screamed in utter terror, pounding on the cell walls and using her heat vision to no effect, stopping only when she heard a door from the outer cell open. Turning her head, she saw a long-haired man with golden eyes and dressed in a black business suit, black dress shirt with a golden tie, black dress pants, and black dress shoes.

The strange man merely pulled up a chair and sat down, putting one leg over another before speaking in a calm and smoothing voice, "Hello, Bell. May I call you Bell?"

Bell blinked in confusion, slowly sitting down on a white oddly shaped seat that was near the odd man, "Um... Sure." She answered the man in uncertainty. He seemed nice but her time in the Warp left her in state of paranoia and fear.

"Well, then can I ask you a few questions, please?" The man asked, producing a pen and clipboard out of nowhere, surprising the white-haired woman as evidenced by the fact that she blinked when the items appeared.

"Um... What's your name?" Bell asked, a little scared by this odd man for some unknown reason, which was saying something given what she had been through.

"Just call me: E." The odd man answered, clicking his pen and began writing on the paper attached to the clipboard, "Now, may I ask, what happened after the Powerglass went off?"

Bell looked surprised but answered, "I saw Mr. Ghost before everything went white. I woke up in what could only be described as a nightmare."

---

10 years ago in the Warp:

A moan parted from Bell's lips as her eyes cracked open, revealing her white eyes as she sat up from an ebony and gravely surface. The little girl stretched only to freeze when she saw the world that was in front of her.

(Fallout 1 OST- Desert Wind)

The sky was an iridescent mosaic of color, changing with every blink or look in maddening patterns, inhuman faces forming and unforming while rivers of liquid energy raced through the endless crevasses that lined the endless burnt-out land. Above her were countless planetoids of various sizes and shapes with eyes, lashing tentacles of numerous size and width, twitching eyes in varying number. Horrid creatures made of flesh and nightmares crawled and flew through the sky of madness while giants clad in metal and skin roamed the ground like predators tracking prey.

"W-What?" Bell whimpered, scared out of her mind at what she was seeing.

Suddenly, the area was enveloped in a storm as a ship nearly four times the size of aircraft carrier soared over, causing Bell to grab whatever she could hold onto, so she wasn't dragged into the screaming void. When she got a better look, Bell could see that the ship had a symbol that resembled an eight pointed star on the hull and seeing that the ship looked more like a work of art as it was decorated with runes and weapons, gothic spires twisting upwards, spiked railings jutting outwards, some parts even appeared to be composed of flesh.***

Bell, not knowing what to do, took off and grabbed onto the ship soon disappeared into the sky of madness.

She crawled through an exposed pipeline that was drenched in filth and gunk, ending in another tear as the pipe lead to what she could only describe as a machine that recycled biological material. The air in the interior was murky with the stench of blood and sulfur befouling her nose, sounds of metal grinding and flesh tearing pricked her ears, oily fluids spilled onto the walkways and the smell of smoke came pouring into the corridors.

Eventually, Bell came to a massive space where a gargantuan structure that resembled a tower with several openings that spewed bright blue energy with arcs of lightning trailing behind. Covering the machine was a webwork of protrusions, tentacles, and growths that reached to where she was standing, on the protuberance connected to the walkway were multiple eyes that resembled snakes, hawks, octopuses, and cuttlefishes. Eyes that followed the finger that she unfurled in front of them.

Scared, Bell ran away from that room as quickly as she could. In her mad dash, she saw a giant, clad in red armor that seemed more like an unholy fusion of flesh and metal covered in glowing scripture and runes with that same eight-pointed star on the chestplate and the image of a screaming horned skull wreathed in flames on the pauldrons, holding a weapon that seemed capable of blasting through the toughest armor like nothing. It didn't seem to notice her as she hid in a small space between pieces of machinery.

The red giant walked through the corridor unimpeded by the growths of flesh and blasts of sulfur that sulfated in its way before a door slick with blood slid open to a room where a chorus of screams emitted in deafening volumes and frequencies. The giant entered and the door closed behind it, silencing the chorus of screams that emerged from.

Bell, more scared than ever, hid in that space until she was sure that the giant wouldn't come out.

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Present:

"After that, I found a place to hide in until I knew it was safe." Bell recounted to E, whom was writing down everything that he was hearing, "It was a small place, no bigger than a bedroom but I was safe until they made planetfall. That was almost two year later. I was thirteen by then."

"And what happened after the ship made planetfall?" E asked politely.

The whitehaired woman scoffed bitterly, "It was a planet called Ralem. A 'Forge World' for what they called 'Iron Warriors.' I barely managed to make it out alive with all my limbs from some sick fuck named Honsou. After I escaped... things only went downhill."

---

8 years ago in the Warp:

(Fallout OST- A Trader's Life)

Bell, adorned in a makeshift armor of hides and parts, hid in a vent as the Iron Warriors passed by. She crawled out of the vent and flew through the foul air that seemed thicker than water, the city of machinery that spammed the landscape that bellowed out pyres of smoke that sulfated the air, billions in the hellish factories slaved away until they died, and their corpses were reduced to meat for the grinder.

Stenches of meat and smoke bellowed from the grinders, flames bursting out of vents that scorched the flesh of slaves and carcasses, blisteringly hot oil sprayed out that extinguished the flames. The only reason that the places hasn't boiled into slag was that the Warp was deathly cold, yet the heat kept the grinders turning and lubricated, swaying back and forth in a maddening dance.

Powerful blasts of engine fire flared past Bell, screeching out as they left the nightmare forge that she called home for the past 3 weeks and into the endless madness of the Warp. Something that she somehow got used to from the last two years, surviving with the bare minimum that she could get from the hordes around her.

A crunch came from Bell as she bit down on a piece of mutated Grox meat that she stole from some of the Iron Warriors, the taste both sweet yet metallic while the lime-colored blood spritzed on to her chin as she chewed and swallowed with a drink of iron tasting water from a canteen that she also stole. After finishing the meat and water, the whitehaired girl got out of the sidewalk she was sitting at before any other nasty shit happened.

The place she was currently at was the city of Damalas; a hellhole that was pleasant compared to the other parts of the planet. Rape, murder, drugs, and theft were as commonplace as breathing here, with the only reason it wasn't a Slaaneshi world was because Damalas was a relatively small city on the planet of Ralem.

Bell sidestepped a man that fell off a roof because he felt he could while moving out of the way from a spray of bullets from a drug addled woman with an Autogun, yells and sounds of punching, shooting, and fucking coming from wherever she turned. A crash burst from behind her, causing her to turn to see a man being thrown to the street only for another guy to come out and thrust a knife into his chest, killing him almost in an instant.

The whitehaired girl promptly started flying a little quicker as it was the time of the day when the trams filled with grinded meat came.

Just when she flew away from the center of the city as the trams came rolling in, a shot rang out. Bell aileron-rolled out of the way, only to see who shot at her. **** It was an Iron Warrior, standing on a rooftop for patrol while banishing his bolter at her. The whitehaired girl growled and shot towards the Astartes, who reacted by firing his bolter at her, but she maneuvered passed them at near light speeds and cocking back her fist, throwing a punch that dented the chestplate and send him back a bit.

The Iron Warrior seemed unfazed as he grabbed his Power Sword, activating its corona as he swung it at her with Bell barely able to dodge before firing her eye beams, slashing through the left pauldron with ease. He was barely fazed by the attack, swinging upwards at her only for her to dodge again and fired at him again. This time, the beam blasted his head off and reduced the upper neck portion to slag.

The body slumped put seemed to position the sword in a thrust at one last attack that was made worthless when Bell simply sidestepped out of the way. Bell gave no reaction as she simply flew away when she confirmed that no more Iron Warriors were around.

---

Present:

"I ran away from Ralem after that," Bell recounted, "I just wandered around the Warp. There were millions of planets that I think came from other universes, I don't know, I couldn't tell. I just kept wandering through the Warp, fighting and killing all kinds of freaks while somehow not going insane, or maybe I snapped so hard it feels like I'm still sane." Bell let out a chuckle filled with grief and self-loathing.

E hummed as he wrote that down on his clipboard, "That's somewhat common when it comes to the Warp. Anyway, what happened next?"

"...I don't know." Bell replied honestly, "I stole an aircraft and landed at this strange planet..."

---

6 years ago in the Warp:

As a sixteen-year-old Bell unprofessionally fell down after the stolen craft abruptly crashed into a pile, she laid there to pass out, only to raise her head to a new sight other than the agony-inducing fall.

(Fallout OST- City of the Dead)

The landscape was a blasted heath, innumerable mountain-like piles of machinery with dead flesh and blood of cephalopods along with the ebony and emerald metal as mortar under a crimson sky. The piles of machinery akin to mountains spanned sight unknowable with the ground of which they sat the same coloration as the sky.

A moment in feeling akin to a year later, Bell's sight laid to a massive heap sluggishly moving between the piles. Slowly traversing down the pile in which he resided, he found the ground was free of debris and dust, in the appearance of red painted glass. She traversed between the junk-filled piles with her footsteps echoed with a loud clanking, only to cease her wandering as a sound in the gentle winds pricked through her ears.

A hauling grind issued from an unseen point with a series of disjointed yet strong stomps as the previous heap is seen moving precariously through the city of ruin and dismantled parts.

The white-haired teenager began running sturdily through the graveyard of machines, turning, stopping, and dashing to the maker of the horrid sounds. After a period of running for an unknown measure of time, she found the emanator of the sounds. A lone figure bound by chains to a massive platform with wheels of rusted iron grinding against the crimson glass. Sitting on the platform, above various human and inhuman bodies, were various cars with different coloration and sigils; a green canine, a yellow feline, a purple scorpion, and a red rhinoceros. Other cars were ivory, yellow, azure, crimson, brown, and black; some had a style reminiscent of the Tuner racers of japan while others bore closely to the aesthetics of Heavy Metal.

Laying, almost hidden, under the bodies and cars was a massive mechanical construct. It was severely in disrepair and fetid with oil, grime, and dirt, tears and gouges of varying size, and a odorous decay of color and luster. The only indicator of identity was the left arm laying adjacent from the head and to the upper left corner of the platform; a dark blue paintjob with a flaming eightball.

The figure then turned to face Bell, whom gasped at the sight of what was before her.

It was a single man, who wore a leathery trenchcoat-like uniform void of sleeves with loose belt-like leather straps wrapped around the flaps, showing lean yet muscular biceps, elbow length fingerless leather gloves wrapped in studded black leather straps covered his hands and arms, and tall black leather boots wrapped in the same studded leather straps. The blank chrome mask was still hooked into his face, but the helmet was absent, showing shoulder-length unkept ebony hair waving listlessly through the gentle wind.

The traveler only stared at the whitehaired teenager for a moment before resuming the grinding trek. Before she could ask the Traveler to halt, a bellowing wail flooded the air. Both turned to the port side, seeing the assailants atop the fetid scrap made skyscrapers.

They were horrifying. Monstrous hulks of cephalopod and machinery, ink slathered flesh godlessly fused with grime-soaked metal, octopod heads with eight lusterless red eyes, fang nested mouths draped in lashing tentacles slick with venom, muscular limbs adorned in saber-like claws.

One bellowed as it leaped from its pile, crashing onto the sleek ground. It dashed on all fours to the two, screeching in hatred, it's mouth wide and fangs bared.

The Traveler responded by shrugging off the chains and rushing forwards, feet stamping against the crimson ground. His red damascened blades drawn from his belt then leaping as one drew near, he spun vertically as he fell.

The beast's head burst open with a clean slash; dark blue ichor splashed as it fell dead with others closing in.

Another's colossal fist attempted to crush him, but he dodged and slashed its arm off, he then leapt on its shoulders and decapitated it. The Commander then jumped off its body and plunged his blades into another beast's head. Falling to the ground, he roared as he lifted the massive corpse with only the handles of his blades before throwing it into one of the piles.

The Traveler then rotated his gaze to the shocked Bell, "Help me with these."

She nodded unsurely before walking to one of the corpses. The integrated metal drenched in ichor and mucilage contrasted with the smooth, oily, whale-like surfaces, the head split open reveal four clustered trumpet-like organs in suggestiveness where a brain should have been, nested mouths wreathed in fangs, ugly prehensile paws, malleable horn-like tongues coiled around a needle-like beak, and barbed tendrils that would have lashed needlessly and disquietingly.

The two grabbed whatever dry and grippable part of the corpse that offered the best of traction as they heave it into the nearest pile. They do the same for the secondary and tertiary bodies, metal hooking metal while the ichor and brain matter pump uncouthly from its wounds while it cadavericly spasms for the briefest of moments before ceasing, now merely another body for the piles.

"So, what now?" Bell asked the Traveler, confused on what should be done.

He simply marched to his platform while slinging the attached chains over his shoulders. "Going. I have to keep going. I have to find them." He droned as he prepared to resume his trek through the crimson scape.

---

Present:

"I never saw the Traveler again." Bell looked down sadly, "I left that planet sometime after, never learning its name or anything. But eventually... Azula found me..."

"Did they call her the Mistress of Perfection?"

The whitehaired woman seemed surprised that E knew her but nodded as she tearfully continued, "Yes. She said that... I was her toy to play with... For 4 years, I was a slave, a thing for her to play with when she was bored, forcing me to join her indulgences. And the worst part was that... I enjoyed it... a lot." Tears ran down her cheeks, "To have all the pain and torment disappear... it was nothing but a blessing."

"I see." E didn't seem at all disturbed as he continued writing, "So what happened next?"

Bell squirmed and shrunk into herself, shaking in fear and terror from what had occurred next. E seemed to notice as he gently asked, "Are you okay, Bell? What's wrong?"

The whitehaired woman shrunk even further but spoke out, "One day, a man came to Azula and paid an entire legion of Noise Marines and Chaos Space Marines in exchange for me. They... they called him... The Clonelord."

E paused, actually looking surprised at the moniker, asking in an alarmed tone, "Was he wearing a labcoat made of human skin?" Bell nodded, nearly causing E to drop his pen, whispering in sympathy, "Oh, you poor thing..."

---

2 years ago in the Warp:

Bell woke up on the sterile floors of her cell, pulling herself up to her feet and walked up to the ceramite bars, only to gasp when she saw the laboratories.

(Fallout 1 OST- Vats of Goo)

All around her cell were vats of things that seemed to be warped, sliced apart, growing invitro, stitched back together, or all of the above. Still living bodies of humans and aliens strewn out on surgical tables with their torsos cut open and their entrails exposed, paralyzed but their fear rattled eyes focused on her. Besides the surgery tables were vials filled with transformative serums, microscopic parasites, powerful acids lined with self-replicating enzymes that can dissolve beings at a cellular level, and gene samples from the various humans and aliens that had been collected.

Suddenly, the doors by one of the vats opened, revealing her buyer.

It was none other than Fabius Bile; this body was a head taller than a normal Astartes, his white hair bound in a long scalp-lock, which only serves to render his already gaunt features more skeletal and emaciated. His eyes are black, having changed to match those of his Daemon Primarch, Fulgrim. Stretched over his Emperor's Children Power Armor was a floor-length coat of flayed human skin, taken from the bodies of the dead on Istvaan V. Here and there, it was possible to recognize the features of a face, a mouth stretched in an endless scream of agony or eyes wide with horror at the sight of the skinner's knife. On the coat was a belt of knotted sinew pierced through with metal loops, from which hung the tools of the Excruciator's art which included hooks, blades, spikes, pliers and barbs glittering with the promise of excruciating and exquisite pain.

Hooked into his back was a part sorcerous, part scientific device with arms in resemblance to a spider composed of metal with articulated knives, drills, bonesaws, syringes, and dispensers filled with daemon ichor hanging from golden skull hooks. In his right arm was the Rod of Torment, a jade rod with a thin spike attached to the lower end and a golden studded skull attached to the upper end, and in his left was the Xyclos Needler, a personally crafted injector-like weapon filled with his latest serums to test on his latest victims by firing needles laced with his serums.

The corrupted Apothecary smiled thinly as he sets his weapons down at a table while walking towards the terrified Bell with his hands behind his back, "Hello, my dear. How are you?" He spoke like a grandfather comforting his grandchild from a nightmare as he stopped just inches from her cell.

"I-I'm fine, thank you..." Bell trailed off, scared pissless by the mad scientist whose thin smile seemed too wide but his next words had not changed in tone.

"Very good. Because of that, I have some... tests prepared for you." Before Bell could react, Fabius withdrew a device that dispensed a dark blue gas that immediately paralyzed Bell the instant it entered her nostrils, causing her to fall to the ground, unable to move anything except her eyes. The mad scientist took her into his arms and carried her to gurney where he strapped her down with metallic clamps, prepping for experimentation.

'What's... what's going on?' Was what she would have spoken out if she could move her mouth, but it was as paralyzed as the rest of her body despite her best efforts to force the nerves in her limbs to move. 'Why are you doing this?!'

"It's a special paralytic, my dear. Created through the venom of a Catachan Devil." Bile somehow answered as he attached a Narthecium built into a bulky gauntlet module on his left arm, testing it for a second before he continued on while prepping his equipment, "And if you fail to understand, my dear; your genetic material is heavily resistant to mutation. No matter the exposure to raw immaterial essence, my experiments have revealed little to no mutations in your blood and flesh. In seeing the potential, my dear, I must experiment further." He then turned to her, grinning in sadistic eagerness as he held up the Narthecium.

Bell's eyes showed only fear as Bile readied the chainblade on the device as Bile spoke, "Do not worry, my dear. It only hurts for a moment. What comes next? More so." He emphasized by reeving the Narthecium, stroking the whitehaired woman's fear.

Warning: Body Horror Surgery ahead. If you can't stomach it, begin again at the next message in bold letters

Bile slowly brought the chain blade down on her torso, taking effort but soon cut through her skin. Blood immediately began spewing out of the horizontal incision which Bile immediately collected in a jar, before he began cutting into the sides, making vertical incisions at the edges of the horizontal one for practicality before he brought out hooks that dug into her flesh to keep the flaps in place. Bell could not react even if she tried but the look of agony in her eyes said everything that needed to be said.

The Clonelord merely hummed as he walked to another table and came back with several jars and vials filled with his serums and creations, before then grabbing an object that resembled an IV rack and wheeled it next to the table, reaching down and took out a jar filled with a dark green fluid. The corrupted Apothecary hooked the jar onto the rack and attached a thin tube before he inserted the needle end into her vein, just as the fluid in the jar traveled down the tube and into her veins.

Bell's pupils shrunk to pinpricks as she felt the flow through her vein but then Bile spoke in that same tone, "Now my dear, if you believed that the first part was painful," He let out a chuckle before finishing with, "You have not seen anything yet."

He then opened on the first jar to extract a large mollusk that had a brownish-black hide with reddish-orange luminescent spots on the exterior. It opened and closed a toothless mouth mindlessly as Bile lowered it into her chest cavity before extracting a needle from his coat and thread from the Narthecium. Using the needle, Bile cut into her digestive tract, opening several veins in both her entrails and the slug that immediately began bleeding before closing as Bile used the needle and thread to stitch the mollusk into her system, connecting its lifeblood to hers, finishing as the creature's suppurating mouth was sewn to a small slit in her large intestine.

Next, Fabius opened another jar and extracted a bulbous red organ with a slimy and leathery surface that emitted a faint yellow light. One of the arms of the Chirurgeon abruptly lowered and cut out her gallbladder as Fabius grabbed it, ripping it out of her innards in a swift motion. Acting quickly, Bile immediately began sewing the organ into the arteries that were connected to the gallbladder before too much blood was lost. As he connected the last artery to the bulbous organ, radiant yellow fluid began pouring through her veins with modified leukocytes attaching to miniscule ulcers in her veins from Bile's earlier experiments and sealing them.

The third jar was opened, revealing a thick white tapeworm-like creature that Bile injected with a serum that iridescently glowed in the dark. When the injector was emptied, the corrupted Apothecary lowered it onto the table for a moment. He then began cutting open several arteries in her liver before grabbing the parasite and wrapping it around the organ. Just as it coiled around the liver, Bile grabbed the needle and thread before he began sewing it into her innards, sealing the cuts and reconnecting the arteries to both the liver and the worm.

Lastly, came a vial filled with a bright orange fluid with sizzling yellow microbes that swam through the liquid in random patterns. Bile took an Injector and extracted a pint of it from the vial before ramming the injector into Bell's stomach. Bell's eyes widened from the sheer agony, unable to scream as Bile squeezed the trigger on the injector, dispensing the fluid into her stomach. Her gag reflex couldn't activate as the paralytic paralyzed the nerves in her stomach but not her pain receptors.

Tears flowed out of Bell's eyes as she felt every tear, every slash in her entrails, desperately wanting the pain to stop. Feeling every slash, every piercing of her flesh, every stitch in her organs, feeling the parasites in her stomach eating what's left of the processed Corpse Starch that Bile fed her last night, feeling the sea slug's blood intertwine with her own, feeling the fluid from the bulbous organ flow through her veins, and feeling whatever Bile injected into the white worm flood her system. She desperately tried to scream out in agony, anything for a brief chance of release but her mouth made no movement, not even the slightest twitch of a muscle.

Bile hummed as he cleaned his hands while removing the Narthecium from his arm, speaking in the same grandfatherly tone, "You've been doing good, my dear. But this is one last thing I must add before we are finished." Fabius then walked to a massive steel bolted storage unit, opening it to release a wave of cold and swathes of white mist into the lab, causing the hairs on the back of her neck to stand up. After a minute of sifting through the gelid contents of the storage unit, Bile extracted a cylinder with a heavy metal casing, checking it to see if it was the correct one and confirming that it was, he walked back to the surgery table where Bell still laid, paralyzed.

The corrupted Apothecary attached the canister to the Needler, prepping it for injection, "This concoction is composed of several mutagens and super-soldier serums that I have collected throughout the multiverse: Extremis, Immulsion, the Forced Evolutionary Virus, the Golgotha Virus, Uroboros, Metallic archaea, the Engineer Virus, the Chrysalid Virus, and the Cadou Parasite. All here and combined into one perfect form."

The moment he finished that sentence, Bile jammed the Needler into her jugular. A second later, he squeezed the trigger, dispensing the entirety of the canister's contents into her system. After extracting his weapon from the woman's neck, Bile immediately removed the hooks that stretched the flaps of flesh out and began sewing the H-shaped incision shut. Within 30 seconds, he managed to seal the incision and swiftly removed the IV as wisps of smoke escaped her twitching lips.

After she vomited out a black oily fluid from her stomach, Bell finally screamed. A scream that echoes throughout the labs, with Bile not reacting but only watching in interest as she squirmed, "IT HURTS! ITHURTSITHURTSITHURTSITHURTSITHURTS! MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOOOOOOOOP!" She screamed until her flesh suddenly combusted into green flames, scorching her clothes to ash. Suddenly, the flames died down as a black oily fluid seeped from her pores and covered her in a slick membranous cocoon, the agony giving way to sweet oblivion.

Body Horror Surgery End.

Bile looked on in amused fascination, wheeling the black cocoon back to Bell's cell and carefully placing it onto the floor before he typed in the keyword on a panel by the cell, causing its doors to close. He then spoke in that same grandfatherly tone, "Good night, my dear."

---

2 months later:

Bile took notes as he examined the black cocoon that Bell had transmogrified into. It had grown to the size of a Baneblade, now sporting red boils lining the sides that expanded and contracted like a heartbeat and thick black tentacles that rooted it to the floor. Cell samples that he had taken from the cocoon showed that her cells were undergoing a drastic restructuring, tearing apart and recombining into new forms. But what surprised him was that with each week, each sample he took was different, becoming less like cells and more like pliable cellular stacks of redundant DNA.

He was excited to see what would come out.

Just as he expected, the center of the cocoon split open as clear colored but murky mucus flowed down onto the floor, pooling around it like a newly forming lake. The tear travelled down the cocoon until it was cleanly split in twain. A single limb, white and slick with fluid, reached out from the inside, grabbing whatever it could before pulling the rest of itself out slowly, like an insect molting its shell. A head with no mouth or nose came through, covered in clear mucus as the thing's torso had emerged next, white diaphanous wings unfurled from its back as its legs wrenched themselves out of the cocoon.

The thing flopped onto the floor, twitching and moaning as it crawled to the edge of the cell where an awestruck Fabius stood.

Bell's new form was humanoid in shape, only her skin was white and hardened, gill-like protrusions were on her arms, thighs, calves, and shoulders, a red snake-like eye had replaced her navel, black diamond-like crests were imprinted on her palms, her toes had fused together making her legs look like boots. Had she had a reflection to look at, Bell would have seen her hair had fused into tentacle-like dreadlocks, a red diamond-like crest with a black exterior sat on her forehead, her face now lacked a nose, ears, and mouth, and her sclera were black, her irises dark purple in shape of diamonds with 3 glowing silver snake-like pupils. The greatest change was that Bell now sported four extensions from her back that took the resemblance of wings, the underside black with several markings that resembled circuits that constantly changed coloration in random patterns.

Fabius' mouth was open in awe, the thing in front of him was more beautiful than he could imagine. Quickly, the Apothecary turned to a nearby table, sifting through its contents before he grabbed a mirror and kneeling down to Bell, who was still struggling to even stand.

"Look upon yourself, Bell. See the beautiful thing you have become." Bile said as he showed Bell her reflection in the mirror.

Bell's odd pupils shrunk to pinpricks in horror when she saw her reflection, holding her hand up to where her mouth should have been, feeling nothing but flesh that felt like malleable plastic or rubber. Black tears fell down her cheeks in despair, now she wasn't anything close to being human. Such was her despair that she did not even resist when Fabius took another blood sample from her arm. The creature that Bell had become simple curled her wings to shroud herself, not wanting to face the world anymore.

An hour later though, Fabius' voice caught her attention along with one that she was quite familiar with.

"Look at this, Xander." Bile's voice came to her despite her lack of ears as she peeked from between her wings as they opened a space for her to look through, only for her eyes to widen when she saw who was standing next to the mad scientist.

It was her father. Though he had changed in the last time that she saw him; every part of him was now covered in metallic plates that seemed to act more organic than actual armor with a web of orange flesh that connected the plates together. He still had those four eyes on his chest with those two golden diamonds in his chest and another on his forehead. On his back were two black wings with red membranes, though they seemed rather small and foldable. Finally, he had those same flames on his head.

When she looked closer, Bell saw that they were talking to each other while looking at what she assumed was the sample of her blood that they took earlier.

"Her cells have the most powerful repair mechanism I've ever seen. For a test, I exposed some cells infected with the Blight to her cells. And they had destroyed the Blight almost instantly." Fabius spoke his findings to Dr. X, who seemed just as surprised as the former was, "What shocked me further was when I used it on one of my enhanced warriors, their degeneration had not only been halted but is beginning to reverse."

The look of surprise on Dr. X's face grew as he muttered out loud, "An army of enhanced Space Marine that won't suffer the degenerative effects of the Warp or their enhancements..." The doctor then turned to the cell to see his daughter, who shrunk into herself at her father's gaze.

He then smiled while approaching his daughter while Fabius was still looking over the scans, "Bell... Why do you look so scared? It's still me. Come on, get up, sweetie."

Fresh tears ran down her face as she slowly stood up. Her wings then folded up around her into a hooded robe while her arms and legs became a lustered black hue, giving her the appearance of a phantom as she spoke in a submissive tone, "Yes, father." She said as she took his hand.

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Present:

"After that, Bile had me and dad go around for... something, I didn't care enough to find out what it was." Bell finished, almost looking numb from reliving that experience.

E both looked surprised... and somehow not surprised as he finished writing that down on his clipboard, now having gone through at least 4 pages of paper to write down her entire story. He then asked, "And how did you come back to the material world?"

Bell started again, not having the will to refuse, "It was when I got lost in an unknown region of the Warp while traveling with a Warband that Bile ordered me to infiltrate. During that time, I was known as the Phantom in White. I wandered around for a while before I found some place that I don't believe was found before by any of the Warbands."

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3 months ago in the Warp:

(Fallout OST- Industrial Junk)

After what felt like hours of flying through the Warp, Bell found herself atop a hallowed cliffside of composite metallic constructs alongside a sunless crimson sky clad in clouds of black and discoursed winds of pleasant scent did not align with the massive archaic yet paradoxically modern structure which laid beyond. The white one wrapped her wings around herself, forming what was like in appearance to a hooded robe as her arms and leg became a deep onyx, gazing in a mixture of awe and fear at the sight before her.

A titanic polymerization of machinery and old ruin, an immeasurably long tower with no seeable base or summit, infinitely descending into the dark below or ascending to the unending red above. Lines of piping with unknowable runes and hulking exhaust fans with simmering burns, arachnidan machinations crawl in random directions with numerous trepidation-inducing red eyes and blade-like spine in place of legs.

One turned its head to the white one and let out a threatening screech, loud and grinding. The woman promptly flinched and scrambled away from it.

In her frantic run, she took notice of effeminate otherworldly apparitions, draped in swarthy red gowns and onyx hair styled like geishas, skin a dark grey plastic with no disenable sign of a face or unique figure. Each plastic figure danced with such pose and long disciplined taciturnity, akin to a flattered woman gently swaying with her charming lover, onyx mist draped behind as if partner to their possessed and unending dance. Bell idly took notice that the mist was shaped as a gentlemanly figure, faceless yet dancing joyously with their plastic maiden.

As her sturdily flee stilled, Bell came across the queerest of structures; an upside large gear composed of porcelain with nine card shaped slots, each pertaining a uniquely odd yet familiar emblem.

The realization hit the Phantom in White in the harshest of ways.

"The Marks of the Gods." She breathed, gazing at the emblems engraved at the card shaped slots before it came to her attention that a diamond shaped chest sat in the middle of the gear. Same as the one on her palm, now a radiant scarlet.

Absentmindedly, Bell reached towards the center of the gear and pressed her

Suddenly, the slots blazed in dazzling colors. Bell retracted her hand while the ground around the gear parted, revealing a new sight. An inactive mechanism composited of screw drives, leather belts, scaled pulleys, crystal gears, rubbery springs and other clockwork of bizarre composites rise from the unlit ferrous glen, shifting and anchoring to the cliffs. Twin ebony spires emerge besides, lantern-like and massive. The pristine gear encrusted with the Marks of the Gods descended into a singular hollow space in the mechanism, a thunderous clank rang as it locked in intended place.

Another space opened and ascended a jade stone lever decorated in pied serpents of misproportioned lengths and widths, a bellowing lion's head in place of the handle, and a peculiar mask sitting by the gears, painted with ivory and ebony, spiraling eyes, and a red pointed nose akin to a beak.

Swallowing her nervousness, the Phantom in White grasped the handle and forced the lever in her direction. She thengrasped the handle with her second hand to force the rest of the destination, ending with a subtle clack as the deed was finished.

A pitched grinding, gears turning, belts pulling, machinations enabled to perform their most meticulous and wayward work.

The lanterns churn in disquieting discord as multicolored currents alight the unglassed lamps while rotating in tactile synchrony with the mechanics entwined in between. As the light grows, jagged, circuit-like beams of light in contrasting coloration surged into the conducting air emerging from the immeasurable tower in the crimson sky and unlit ground.

Each beam of light, non-synchronized in colour, frayed in the most wayward of directions, sturdily closed in a soft purring grind as they slid into a squalled platform sitting promiscuously by coarse smeltering vents of the meticulous interworking of the tower.

As soon as it had started, the beams solidified into an abstract bridge of gem with a creaking groan akin to ice stressed by joyous boot stomps of children playing on a frozen lake, while a spindling arm unfolded from the floors and ignited a small blinding flame, traveled down the wall connect to the newly formed endway of the gem-made bridge, carving twin rectangles in the cold and asternal metal before refolding into an opposite facing vent.

Shaking herself from the awe of the display, Bell cautiously stepped to the multicolored and gem composed bridge, resuming her wayward wandering of this abstract and sanity corroding realm.

Nearing the tower doors, two abstract creatures emerge near the door frame; limbs akin to collapsible disks, piece of flesh hovering and reforming, heads shaped into crosses with circular hole through the center, stone-like plated skin with smooth or jagged protuberances decorating the body, flesh underneath atrophying and regenerating, feet akin to clawed hooves digging through the metal past the smelted vent.

The two statues of flesh and stone placed one of their swarthy prehensile paws on their respective door, a red disc outlined with scarlet surround, and they pull outwards as the obsidian gates part Bell's way. In the obsidian pathway beyond the gates, he aims wondrously at the churning orbs of nuclear fire while approaching the final destination of this harrowing, sorrowed, and the greatest of Abstraction in this dream-made journey.

It was a tomb, impossibly massive with only a porcelain walkway, cleaned and painted red. His hollow sight only beheld a liquid void, swaying in a lost zeal unknown even to the most fanatic of old orders. Standing en guarde for the tomb's eternal sleeper were 7 guardians of circuitry and machinery in the lasting vestige of the 7 Traitor Primachs, minus Horus and Alpharius, though more in common with massive robotic frames than the actual transhumans. They beheld titanic spears with blades forged of starlight and wings unquenched in flames swaying in synchrony with an electric pulsing akin to a heartbeat. Lastly, a sigil rested on their armored heads, oddly resembling the familiar iconography of the Sons of Horus.

(Far Cry 5 OST- Now he's Our Father (Reinterpretation))

Inside was a beautiful man, complexion ivory and flawless as porcelain, fine wavy white hair combed shoulder length, closed eyes hiding orbs of blue, clad in a white lab coat and ebony suit. The bedding of the translucent casket were rose petals, seemingly halting the everpresent decay of time.

The Phantom's tearfilled eyes meet a glistening plague imbedded neatly under the golden lock.

If you yourself cannot release, your heart cannot remake its peace.

Her breath weighted and shaking, tears flowing freely against his cheeks. She clenches the sealing lock tightly with her trembling hand, rattling the swarthy chains not unlike that of the increscent rumblings of an oncoming quake.

She takes a single shaking breath, inhaling and exhaling through the plastic smooth skin. Then another. And another. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. Each action grows erratic and lashing, fingers gripping the golden metal creaking under the pressure, repeating and non-repeating.

Until...

The lock bursts, each piece flies at unclockable speeds only to lose more mass by the passing femtosecond until not even the barest traces of dust remained. The sorrel chains fell way as the coffin lid creaked opened while a flowering mist colored like cherry blossoms slithered through the air in tendril shape and through the plate-ish mouthpiece of the guardians' mouthpiece. Their eyes alight in red in queer synchrony as they seize their spear before plunging them to the liquid void.

The void erupts in light, the room floods and the sights fade.

Beyond the tomb, the neverending tower blazed as flames of ivory enveloped the clouds beyond. The ferrous cliffsides seared way as they grew immeasurably, rubble ascended the skies as streams of dust lashed incessantly above the sea of infernus. A pulping screech filled the air as the flames in shape of a soaring avian rise above the horizon.

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Present:

"After that, I found myself in the wild, back in my old body. Wandering around until I was found by Cadmus. They locked me up and did all kinds of experiments." Bell recounted, nearly finished with her tale, "Just a day ago, I escaped but not before being captured all over again and now I'm being talked to by a goddamn..." She couldn't finish as she broken down in anguish.

"Hey..." She heard E's voice, not caring that the cell opened so he could walk in. Bell looked up at him with teary eyes and a bitter expression before E did something that she never expected. He gave her a hug.

Bell's eyes went wide as her body froze when E embraced her, not having felt this in ten years. Tears pricked at the edges of her eyes before she buried her head in E's chest, sobbing hysterically. E merely stroked her white mane of hair, whispering comforting words to the sobbing woman in his arms.

Her sobs rang through the room until the peaceful night came for rest.

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In a room subsumed by the dark, 6 figures stood looking over a projection of Earth that was surrounded by an aura of gold. Around the projection were the emblems of the Emperor's Children, the Iron Warriors, the World Eaters, the Death Guard, the Thousand Sons, and Word Bearers.

Of the figures were the 6 Daemon Primarchs.

(Devil May Cry- Vergil Afterwards)

The first was Fulgrim: The Illuminator's lower half that of a lashing serpent's coated in purple scales accented with gold, purple overlapping plates on the underbelly, a golden blade at the end. On the upper half sat his corrupted armor, having long since bound to his corrupted essence, coating four arms ending pearled claws. On the back sat twin wings with violet membranes and a set of Doom Sirens. The skin of his face was a light hue of lilac, his sclera violet and his irises a glowing pink, five horn-like protrusions sat on the right side of his face with the fifth coming from the cheek bone, his flawless silver hair was combed to the left with a single braid hanging from the right that revealed a golden earring.

Then came Perturabo: The Lord of Iron was now a behemoth of metal and fury, armed with 666 weapons that composed his inner form. The interior of his frame a furnace fueled by hatred and vengeance. The outer form resembled his old armor from the Great Crusade though now the size of a Contemptor-Pattern Dreadnought and burning with infernal power. His was replaced by a helm in resemblance to his legion's emblem, connected to numerous cables and wires that feed the infernal power to the armor, letting only two molten orange eyes to glare through. In his arms was the legendary hammer Forgebreaker.

Now was Angron: The Red Angel was now a beast of muscle and wrath, the remnants of his armor seared to the upper half of his torso that great black wings sat behind. He held his new weapon, the Ruin of Nuceria, his legs now cloven hooves that could crush Power Armor. His face was that of a snarling beast, the mouth full of fangs slick with drool as the inner parts were a molten orange, his eyes burning in barely restrained fury, and the warped Butcher's Nails fused to his head now more like fleshy dreadlocks.

Next was Mortarion: The Lord of Death was nearly a walking corpse, both his body and his armor thin as a skeleton covered in tattered rags. Diaphanous moth-like wings of tattered leather sat on his spine as swarms of insects and clouds of plagues swam around his form, the respirator that feed him the toxic air of Barbarus having long since fused with the grey sickly skin that clung to the rot corrupted bones along with the blood clotted eyes layered in cataracts, connected with maggot-like tubes to the interior of his horrid form. In Mortarion's horrid arms was the horrid scythe, Silence while his old side arm, the Lantern, sat at his side.

The penultimate one was Magnus: The Crimson King stood on two cloven hooves while clad in metallic and crystalline armor that carried beautiful patterns and markings, behind him were blue and red feather wings that exuded power. His face was covered by a blue Egyptian headdress that hid the upper parts of his head while framing it, blue accented with golden and a blue octoploid eye. His skin now crimson rock with cracks and lines running through out, with slivers of blue light traveling through like circuits carrying energy.

Finally, was the true instigator to the Horus Heresy, Lorgar Aurelian: The Urizen stood clad in blood red corrupted Power Armor accented in silver and covered in swathes of parchments, both lined with chaotic scriptures and symbols. The skin of his head being course hard material while horns of varying sizes protruded all over the head, red burning eyes with line shaped pupils rested in his skull, while a smile of sharp white fangs peered through his mouth. Inside his armor, burning in molten orange, was the infernal power of the Gods.

The very second later, all six of them extended their weapons towards the projection of Earth with Lorgar speaking those four words.

"Let the multiverse burn."

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*Yes, the Merciless from Dark Knights Metal.

**Think of it as Antauri's phasing ability from Super Robot Monkey Team Hyper Force Go.

***It's a retribution class Battleship that is under the Word Bearers command.

****Yes, it's an Aileron roll, not a barrel roll. Look it up, I'll wait.

Anyway, the surgery scene was inspired by the surgery scene in Trackula's Webwork. Check him out, he's very good. As for Bell, I don't know if I conveyed it correctly but she's definitely a Psychopathic Womanchild. As for the ending scene, let's just say chapter ten is gonna be BIG!

And if you guys want to know where I got the designs for the Daemon Primarchs, go to this page: trollfeetwalker/art/40k-Daemon-Primarchs-862658272

Anyway, please feel free to make a reaction fic or a TV Tropes page!