Hey guys, back with another chapter. For real, this time! I swear!

So starting off, I want to deeply apologize for my behavior from the past couple of chapters. I have realized that I shouldn't be angry over something that I could've ignored and let it slide. But my temper has gotten the better of me and emotions had fueled me to write angry rants on the story.

It's been about a month now, and I am way past that as we speak. However, I will like to make this clear and plain:

If you would like to see something like a race, a monster, or a weapon even; JUST ASK ME STRAIGHT FORWARD. PLAIN AND SIMPLE.

Like ask me "Hey, would it be alright if you put in the Frost Goblins? They are in Naggaroth and I'd be happy to read them in your story!"Not "HURR DURR What are the Ice Goblins up to?" and "DERP Where are the Ice Goblins? DERP"! I'm not a fucking mind reader if you keep going around the question! That makes me feel less inclined to work them in the story!I've seen two examples in the review section so let me pull them up for you all!:

Guest: Actually, its Frost Goblins. And the reason I brought them up is because they're the descendants of escaped goblin slaves the Dark Elves took. I thought they'd make an interesting first encounter for Doom Slayer with the Greenskins. Also, I saw a fan army made of them with cute Seal-Squigs with Arctic mammal features.

Guest: But Dane, Frost Goblins dress up like stereotype Inuits and have Seal-Squigs!

Those two, I could actually work with because they actually made it a point to be more straightfoward about their request. To which I can actually work with!

And before that, I was requested to bring Luthor Harkon to which I am happily obliged since they requested plainly.

Anyway, I am finally finished with this chapter. A lot of events have happened during this time but I will speak about it at the end of this chapter.

Anyways, enjoy.


Har Ganeth

"Move!" Shadowblade commanded as he navigated the chaotic streets. Screams were heard in every direction. The city had become a death trap to its inhabitants. The leading northman had been held back by Tullaris. Yet, even as he stood between them and his own, the druchii quickly learned that there were daemons and their mortal slaves coming from other directions not from where they escaped. Surviving druchii were dwindling, losing a couple of executioners and witch sisters on the way.

The remaining druchii followed closely behind, along with carrying a resisting Hellebron who struggled as her wrists were now bound in rope. Yet she grew defiant even as her retinue held her down with all their might.

"Unhand me! I am your queen! And I demand my re-MMF?!" An executioner muffled her mouth with a bundle of cloth shoved in.

"Apologies, Your Highness." The executioner apologized. "But Lord Dreadbringer's final orders were to take you to safety."

"MMFFMMMFFFMMMMMFFFMFMMMF!" She snarled and thrashed against her bonds, putting much pressure on the surviving members to try and survive the night and hope to get on a ship soon. Shadowblade groaned as he could imagine the severe punishment that he and the others would face if Hellebron gets freed.

"If I could just sneak my way out of her hands when this is all over, I'm free to do as I please." The assassin thought to himself. Shadowblade didn't dwell too much on it, finding it beneath him. Not to mention, very inappropriate with Chaos running rampant. He guided the other safely as they journeyed to the bay.

As they reach another corner, however, the sight of asur crossing paths with them soon tensed. Worse, it was the fabled Shadow King and his followers that they met face-to-face. Both sides pulled their weapons and stood ready for combat. Neither side made a move, however, even when there was an opportunity to be made.

The Shadow Warriors kept their cool with bows at the ready, while the Khainite assassin and his kin drew their blades, ready to strike within distance. Only Hellebron was unarmed due to her restraints.

"What brings the great Shadow King to our hold? Answer wisely, and I might spare you a slow and painful death." Questioned Shadowblade.

"On business." Alith answered, coldness creeping into his voice. "And as much as I would relish the thought of killing your kin, my business is elsewhere. Although..."

Alith eyed the queen behind the assassin. A faint mixture of surprise and amusement drew on his face. "It is oddly fascinating to see you in such...misfortunate...circumstances, Hellebron."

The Crone-Queen growled and nearly jumped at him were it not for the executioners holding her back. Shadowblade and a couple of witches stood in front and pointed their daggers threateningly back at Alith.

"We are escorting her to the bay." Shadowblade replied. "This city is burning to the ground and we are abandoning as we speak. But if you intend to threaten her livelihood, then you should have brought more men. If not, then stay out of our way."

"You'll only be running straight to your execution, druchii." Alith responded. Shadowblade narrowed his eyes to the asur prince. "The northmen have taken the bay. Though, I sincerely wouldn't mourn for you."

"And taking the path behind us isn't any better, cousin..." Shadowblade coldly stated.

"Better off you die in a hole, somewhere." Alith retorted. Both groups were at a standstill; none moving unless the other did. It was only until Hayden spoke through Alith's earpiece did the tension end.

"Alith? Can you hear me? Do you read me?"

Alith slowly and carefully lowered his bow, before raising an index to gesture his enemy to wait a moment. Shadowblade was perplexed but kept his guard on. Alith pressed on the earpiece and responded.

"I can hear you, Hayden. I'm a little preoccupied right now. What is it?"

"I am detecting your presence nearby. We'll be closing in on your position."

"How close?" Alith asked. On cue, explosions and loud bangs rang the air, followed by inhuman roars.

Hellebron's cohorts were visibly startled and huddled together. Out of the corner, just behind Alith and his warriors, a swarm of Bloodletters came running from the south - not even aware of the two groups they passed by - before being eviscerated by hails of tungsten behind them. The bodies fell apart in visceral gore, shocking the druchii to see such dangerous entities reduced to minced meat.

Out of the corner, a bloodletter somehow managed to escape Death's grasp and seemed to come out unscathed. It immediately ran out of the elves' sights only for a chain to launch from the other end of where it fled from. The chain caught its target and immediately dragged its unfortunate victim back. The daemon frantically clawed the ground and screamed as it attempted to drag itself from true death. At one point, it grabbed the side of a building, quickly noticing the elves not far from it. The daemon reached a hand towards them only to be violently yanked from the wall, disappearing again. More screaming followed before a sickening crunch was heard. Silence came, and it stayed like that until a familiar figure approached from the corner. Alith recognized the Doom Slayer as he appeared in distinctive green armor; now covered in blood. In his dominant hand was his SSG; the other, the head of the bloodletter he had just killed with its spine still attached.

"Now." Hayden answered, sarcastically. Doom Slayer approached Alith; completely unfazed by the druchii's stares. Shadowblade seemed to have lost any interest in fighting the asur as he began to wonder who the hell this armoured giant was.

"Doom Slayer. Hayden." Alith greeted. "Wasn't expecting to see you so soon."

"For moments like this, it's a playground for him." Hayden remarked. Doom Slayer cast the head aside, causing a couple of druchii to flinch, before staring right back at them. Hellebron, who had been resistant and troublesome, turned quiet as she heard the name from before.

"Friends of yours?"

"Simply passing by." Alith answered. "Of course, introductions are to be made. The one in the hood and mask is Shadowblade. And the one gagged and bound is Crone Hellebrone. The rest are fodder."

"Is that so?" Hayden processed; examining her through the Slayer's helmet cam. "I thought she would be baring her fangs. But I see she has been made toothless."

In response to Hayden's insult, Hellebron almost jumped before being pulled back. Doom Slayer instinctively pulled up the SSG and aimed at the witch, causing Shadowblade to go back on the defense and protect the queen along with his cohorts. Hayden simply chuckled at her expense; nowhere was he in any danger of the witch's wrath.

"I see she still has some bark left in her." Hayden bemused.

"The Queen of Har Ganeth is not to be harmed while we stand. Move or you will be moved." Shadowblade threatened. Doom Slayer menacingly stared down at the Khainite assassin. The druchii behind suddenly lost their courage as the air around the armored man had become overwhelmed and threatening. Shadowblade had noticed and was deeply disturbed by the leering presence. The stare-off last for about five seconds before daemonic howls were heard. Eye contact was broken and everyone looked to where the noise came from. Just behind the druchii, bloodcrushers and their riders stomped their way through the streets as they closed in on the group.

Alith ordered his troops to prepare an assault while Shadowblade barked his to follow him and safeguard the queen as they made their escape, with Hellebron still making muffled screams. Alith had little time to change orders with the khornates charging in fast. Lastly, Doom Slayer pulled up the Ballista once again and readied the Destroyer Blade. The druchii could not help but watch as the Slayer's mystical crossbow began glowing with fury and then launch as a magical blade sweep across the bloody cavalry.

"THERE'S THE REST OF THEM! KILL THEM AND TAKE THEIR SKUL-"

A rider's orders was cut short as the Destroyer Blade cleaved through their ranks. Torsos and legs flew all over as both man and beast splashed across the now bloodied road close to their targets just as they stepped back. They still howled their rage even as their blood sated Khorne's thirst.

A dying Chaos warrior crawled desperately towards Doom Slayer in futile anger. Everything below his chest was missing; his waist and legs now lost in the sea of corpses behind. He grabbed one of his legs; clenching it with little strength he had. Doom Slayer responded with a stomp to the head, crushing him with enough force to crack like a watermelon. All the grey matter and blood caked his boot and the ground beneath. Doom Slayer turned to Alith, prompting Hayden to speak.

"We should leave immediately. Alith, any ideas on our rendezvous?"

"Still scouting further. With the assault this heavy in every direction, our paths have grown narrow."

"Then we'll settle with cleaning it up." Doom Slayer pulled up the CSG and cocked it as Hayden suggested. "What do we do with the escaped animals?"

Alith understood what he meant. By now, Hellebron and her cronies had escaped from his grasp. However, he wasn't too miffed about it.

"Leave them." Alith decided. "They mean little to us as it is."

"Are you certain that's the right call?" Hayden asked, sounding rather concerned at the thought of the dark elves being spared. Doom Slayer was visibly fuming behind the visor.

"Yes. Besides, the norscans are still behind us, remember?" Alith reminded. Doom Slayer grunted but made no further complaints.

"Quite a gamble. But a fair point, I suppose." Hayden surmised.

"No point in crying over spilled milk." Alith shrugged. "Come on, we should get out of here. Don't want to stand here like sitting fowl."

"We'll take the lead. You should stick close behind."

"Won't complain. I'll still guide you, though."

With that, what followed after was a trail of carnage as Doom Slayer became the battering ram.


Meanwhile...

Hellebron was furious. Not only was her beloved city being besieged and now deprived of her weapons but she was also being dragged away from the battle by her own acolytes, all thanks to Tullaris usurping her from her rightful place. It angered her to no end.

"Treacherous fools!" She cursed, thoughtfully. "I will have you all choke on your blood and have you all prostate before Khaine as I rip out your hearts when I'm free of my bonds!"

At the front, her chief assassin took the lead as they navigated through the streets; now riddled with their own and the savages. Shadowblade carefully watched around him and the others; ever aware of the danger presented.

Not too long after, norscans appeared and the druchii were prepared to defend her. The humans screamed their Dark Gods as they charged her people. The executioners took to defense and offed those who were within draich-striking distance. The witches stood behind them, all too impatient and eager to join their male counterparts. However, being too focused at the front made them vulnerable from the back as a screech broke from their backs.

"FLYERS!" One cried out before being snatched away as a swarm of furies descended on the unsuspecting elves. The ensuing chaos was enough to break the formations for the children of the Khaine, but never their resolve. Few norscans managed to get through the defenses and wadded their way in the crowd with their axes. The witches didn't hold back and started stabbing and slicing the closest invaders within reach.

It was, however, enough for Hellebron to loosen a bit. As her guards focused on every direction that would be a potential blind eye to them, the Blood Queen "tripped" and fell over one of them. She managed to grab a handle of something and pulled it back to her as she was lifted again. She smiled to herself as she felt the sharp edge on her fingertip. The guards were barely aware of her due to their surrounding them as she planned her freedom. She quickly went to work on the rope, cutting hastily but silently with the guards now distracted.

By the time her wrists were free, one guard noticed as he checked on her and warned the others.

"Queen Hellebron is free! Hold her-" He was shortly punched in the throat; dropping to the floor as he choked. Hellebron quickly took his sword and began making quick work on a fury, before driving the sword further into the guard's neck. The guards froze seeing their queen freed and out for blood. Hellebron lashed out indiscriminately with her temporary weapon, regardless of who was in her way. The druchii were quick to notice and avoided her fatal blows; with only a few of theirs dying. The norscans, not so much. The Blood Queen matched their rage and triumphed over them in such a ferocious state she barely registered the wounds she received by them. Furies swooped down on her as well, only to fall victim to her berserk state.

"SHADOWBLADE!" She screeched in fury at the assassin's "mutiny". Shadowblade himself heard her call his name as he drove a blade into a norscan's eye. He felt a pang of fear in his chest and quickly turned back to see Hellebron now raising a sword over his head. Instinctively, he raised his in time and was now at her mercy. Hellebron's maddened blood-red eyes bore through his soul, almost making him flinch as they crossed blades. It soon devolved into a personal fight between the two; leading to Hellebron kicking the assassin in the gut and throwing him in an alley. Shadowblade was quick to recover and evaded a strike to the neck in time. Hellebron thrust with her sword while the assassin parried in kind. Where Hellebron was all about force and aggression, Shadowblade relied on his speed and nimbleness to his advantage. The battle with the norscans continued without them.

Hellebron shrieked at him. "YOU WILL PAY FOR YOUR TREACHERY! I WILL CASTRATE YOU AND FEED YOU YOUR OWN COCK BEFORE I EVEN SLIT YOUR THROAT! YOU AND TULLARIS ONCE I FIND HIM!"

"DAMMIT HELLEBRON! We were doing it for your own safety!" He defended, deflecting another blow from the left. "This city is falling and we need to resettle in Naggarond! So that King Malekith may lead us to victory once more!"

"AND ALLOW THAT BITCH BY HIS SIDE TO TAKE ALL THE CREDIT?! NEVER!" She lashed out, going for an overhead strike to which Shadowblade avoided. "HE REFUSED ME AN ARMY TO SAVE KHAINE'S HOLY GROUND! WHY SHOULD I THROW MY LOT WITH HIM ONLY TO BE THROWN AWAY?! THAT WHOREMOTHER OF HIS WILL LAUGH AT ME! THEY ALL WILL!"

"Your madness is blinding you, Hellebron! Staying here is suicide!" Shadowblade argued, striking back with a non-lethal jab to the ribs; focusing on disarming than outright killing. This only angered her further. Hellebron took all of her strength swung back at the assassin only to be redirected to a wall. The force in her swing caused the blade to be embedded into the thick wall. She strained to pull it back out, leaving her at Shadowblade's mercy. However, the assassin had other ideas.

"I'm sorry, my queen." He apologized. "I have no desire to kill you, but I will not stay by your side any longer. I relinquish my service to you. And I return you your blades and your leadership."

The assassin pulled out her weapons in a bundle, and soon fled into the darkness further in the alley, leaving her with the remaining druchii left fighting the norscans. The Blood Queen could only scream back in anguish.

"COME BACK, YOU CRAVEN! COME BACK SO I CAN CLAW THAT FUCKING HEART OFF FROM YOU!"

Silence greeted back, however. The anger subsided as she took deep breathes. Glancing at her weapons on the floor, Hellebron hurriedly unwrapped the bundle and grabbed a hold of her blades once more.

The Deathsword and the Parrying Blade were within her grasp once more. She turned back to the still-raging battle. Her first target came swinging with a battle axe. She ducked below it and retaliated with a stab through the left thigh. The deep puncture left the warrior bleeding profusely before his head went flying. Furies swooped down but Hellebron struck first with the same manic hysteria. With their leader back in the fray, the druchii's morale had boosted considerably but were now back to being under Hellebron's heel much to their dismay. The Blood Queen simply massacred her way through the tide of Chaos as if possessed by Khaine himself. Their enemies' ranks were thrown into chaos (no pun intended) and were now being pushed back by a rage-consumed Hellebron. Scores of them were cut down even as they cried out for the Blood God, but Khorne stayed silent and watched admirably of the dark elf's rampage. The few smart enough to realize through their berserk haze turned and ran as they realized they were no match for the Blood Queen's fury. However, as soon as they turned, a swarm of Sisters of Slaughters came charging without warning from their backs. The gladiatrixes themselves had begun their own retreat were it not for the nearby cries of Hellebron herself. Wasting no time, they charged and lashed at the air as they struck down furies with their whips while blocking the raiders' escape. Now trapped, the norscans had no choice but to perish at the hands of the Bloody Handed God's chosen. At that moment, the druchii received a great boon. Their ferocity was rewarded with victory. A small one, but a first to relish.

As the last of the invaders fell, Hellebron clawed out the heart of a dying raider with her bare hands and raised it into the air for all to see.

She yelled in triumph. "REVEL IN SLAUGHTER! REVEL WITH ME! REVEL IN THE WILL OF KHAINE!"

Her sisters and brothers yelled in rejoice as she proudly claimed. Such a victory was followed by a short announcement.

"But a lesson must be made for early transgressions..." Suddenly, Hellebron struck her sword through the neck of a witch before stabbing another with an uppercut within reach. The clamor instantly died as she drew blood from her very sisters.

"Anywho dare lay a hand on me again and try to usurp from my place shall join these whores!" Hellebron threatened. "NOW BACK TO YOUR PLACES AND LISTEN CAREFULLY! WE SHALL GATHER OUR REMAINING SISTERS AND BROTHERS! AND DRIVE THESE INVADERS FROM THE HOLY FORTRESS OF KAELA MENSHA KHAINE!"

The acolytes soon stepped aside and made way for the queen herself; her temper fouler than the corpses beneath their feet and in ill-mood. They thought themselves lucky for she would have killed them by the droves. Still, they knew better and made careful considerations to avoid repeating their mistakes.

For Hellebron, it was enough to dissuade any dissension and further disobedience from them. The only thing missing was Shadowblade's head on a platter but that could wait. For now, all she needed was to take back the city, kill the invaders - both Chaos and Asur - and perhaps learn more of the mysterious figure known as Doom Slayer that she had crossed paths with earlier...


Present...

A bloodletter shrieked as an arrow struck its eye. It made the grave mistake of pulling as the momentary distraction was enough for Doom Slayer to throw a right hook and stab the Doomblade to the side of its head. He knocked it knocked aside and launched several sticky bombs from the CSG into the charging daemons. Each shot landing on its intended targets. Explosions rocked the earth and bodies tumbled as Doom Slayer blasted his way through the hordes of Khorne. Behind him, Alith and his shadow warriors struck back with arrows and swords as they acted as a backup for the former while he swept the invaders with ease.

The Bloody Legion, in turn, relentlessly swarmed with overwhelming numbers to push forward. Alas, it was futile on their apart as Doom Slayer pulled up the chaingun and eviscerated them even as its barrels multiplied. Rounds of tungsten shredded through their numbers like no other. The blessings of Khorne were useless as they did not extend to man-made weaponry, much less one so advance beyond imperial invention. Their foe was beyond their match but they would rather die with raised axes and swords in hand than run like cowards. However, the daemons had other ideas and soon used the mortals as meatshields to take the brunt of the assault. Whether to gain time until reinforcements arrived or turn to tail and disgrace Khorne's realm, their blood would be spilled instead. Not the elves.

"Push forward!" Commanded Alith. "Aim above and behind! Show no mercy to those who come close!"

The Shadow King stabbed an arrow into a descending fury before pulling and knocking it a charging bloodletter. Behind him, his men fought with skill and unity throughout the fight, suffering little save for the few individuals unlucky to be snatched from the skies. Alith gritted his teeth. Their deaths would be avenged and retaliated with sword and bow in hand. Doom Slayer would likely agree were it not for his muteness and his total priority on killing daemons while launching micro missiles onto the enemy reserves.

*ROOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRR!*

The sudden bellow of a beast announcing itself alerted everyone on the battlefield. Stomping its way past its kin, sometimes crushing them under its fists, the monstrosity towered as great as the Bloodthirsters but appeared differently. Where the greater daemons stood on their hinds legs, this one was on all fours. Beneath its meaty fists, an extra set of arms protruded its waist, giving it a daemonic and hulking T-rex appearance. On its back, riddled eight swords in a ritualistic manner with a twisted emblem at the centre of its back. And behind it were several warriors holding it with chains, which did little to hold back the monster's already savage nature.

"SLAUGHTERBRUTE!" A bloodletter roared, before being backhanded into a wall by the great monster itself. The Slaughterbrute's vicious intent targeted everyone as it lashed out indiscriminately, indifferent to friend and foe alike. Each swing of its massive arms unleashed power and force as it slammed to any solid within reach.

"HOLD!" Alith ordered, his men standing stalwart even as their hearts gripped with fear. Alith looked up to Doom Slayer.

"I don't suppose you could lend us some of your strength, Slayer?" He asked. Doom Slayer nodded as he pulled out the Super Shotgun, the meathook ready for launch. In one click, the meathook shot and sunk into the monster's flesh. The beast burst into flame, now more enraged than ever before. The chain pulled him towards it, readying himself before finally giving a powerful haymaker to the Slaughterbrute's face.

The force of the impact was enough for the beast to stumble to back in shock. Combined with the warriors pulling on its chain, the Slaughterbrute landed on its backside; inadvertently crushing its masters under its weight. The remaining warriors made

Doom Slayer landed on his feet again and no sooner resumed the assault with the chaingun. Tungsten slugs pierced through the daemonic beast's flesh. The slaughterbrute cried out in pain as the bullets bared down on it. It hurriedly stood back and blocked its head with its large hand. Bits of its flesh and fingers were flying off as the hand was slowly being eaten away. The slaughterbrute was in an uproar. However, now freed, it quickly grabbed its chain with the other hand and whipped back at the Slayer.

*CRACK*

The monster made a direct hit as the chain found its target. Doom Slayer was pushed back from a hit to the chest; his thumb on the trigger off. This was enough for the brute to whip at him again. However, Doom Slayer evaded this time and switched mods instantly. Now, he resumed hurting again. The energy shield flashed up as the brute came charging; stopped by it before quickly clawing through it. The brute was losing mass despite its thick hide getting in the way. This angered it further and was desperately breaking the shield. However, the shield now suddenly launched itself into its face as Doom Slayer kept the trigger on. The brute staggered back, prompting Doom Slayer to rush in and attack. He threw a solid punch at its face again. Adrenaline kicked in and the slaughterbrute flailed at him in an attempt to get rid of him. Doom Slayer leapt and landed on top of it. He pulled out his axe and drove it into the monster's shoulder. The creature shrieked in anger but Doom Slayer immediately stabbed it with the Doomblade, repeatedly. The slaughterbrute began swinging its massive arms as it tried to get the marine off of him, inadvertently attack the daemons and its masters. Alith and his men managed to stay out of the monster's way while fending off the daemons. The forces of Chaos were thrashed and crushed as Doom Slayer forced the gigantic beast to slaughter them indiscriminately. The last of the forces escaped and fled.

Doom Slayer had it follow the survivors, stabbing it again to hunt them down. Alith followed after the two and called his men to him.

"Asur! We move forward!"


"RRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHH!" Cried the champion of Khorne. Arbaal swung his axe with Tullaris merely deflecting it with his blade. Steel clanged and resounded the air around them. Surrounding them, the daemons and khornates watched with excitement as the duel raged. Brute strength met uncanny precision. The duel lasted for what felt like hours only for it to be merely half of an hour. It was a battle of power and skill between the two warriors. The executioner was precise and timed his attacks against the raging warlord. However, his skills were no match for the Undefeated's pain intolerance. Tullaris' body screamed in agony as his muscles strained and bones break underneath his armor. But the Chosen of Khaine was relentless and fought against the pain.

Tullaris parried another attack from the warlord, cutting through his shoulder. Arbaal shrugged it off and attacked again. The axe was swung relentlessly and tirelessly back at the executioner. Tullaris could feel his blade cracking under pressure. The First Draich was one of the finest weapons and most prized symbols amongst the druchii. But even it was losing its endurance to the blows. But the executioner would not give up there. He would die with his sword still in hand then beg for mercy.

Arbaal pushed him back and the two were at a standstill.

"You are relentless. I commend you for that." Arbaal remarked in respect.

"Do not privy me with false idolization." Tullaris retorted. "This is all just a game to you. I'll die knowing the Hellwalker will come for you."

Arbaal snorted. "So it is true...the Gods are aware, then? Good, he'll be my next hunt."

Both warriors charged into one another. But as they got closer within killing distance, Arbaal did the unexpected. The warlord dragged his axe to the floor and ensnaring a corpse of his fallen brethren. He launched it at Tullaris, causing him to swing his blade in defense. A fatal mistake on his part. As he did, a sharp pain landed on his abdomen. Time moved slowly to a crawl. Tullaris looked down and saw Arbaal's axe drive into his gut. He dropped his draich and vomited blood from the mouth. The Chaos champion kicked the executioner and pulled his weapon off him. Tullaris was now laying on the ground, surrounded by other corpses. Dying and without a weapon, he could hear the warlord approaching him. The warlord stood proudly above him; a deranged smile appearing on his face.

"Blood for the Blood God. Skull for the Skull Throne." He prayed before raising his axe in triumph above Tullaris.

Suddenly, a bunch of daemons came running in terror from one direction. Arbaal stopped as a massive Slaughterbrute burst into the scene with Doom Slayer on his back. The beast thrashed and crushed those in its path.

*ROOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRR!*

Having outlived its purpose, Doom Slayer brought his axe up and swing it unto the Slaughterbrute's neck; decapitating it. Excessive amounts of blood uncontrollably spurted from the stump of its neck. The body crashed onto the floor uselessly as the Marine jumped off of it, Doom Slayer wasted no time and sprayed hot slugs from his shotgun on full-auto. Behind him, Shadow Warrior shot arrows and clashed with the berserker. Arbaal lost interest in the dying Tullaris and engaged the Hellwalker.

"KILL THEM! KILL THE ELVES! SPILL THEIR BLO-?!" He yelled, only to be now flanked by a large number of Druchii swarming from the southwest. The Blood Queen returned with a bigger army in full force.

"KILL THE INFIDELS! SHOW THEM THAT KHAINE EMPOWERS US!" Hellebron cried out with the wrath of a banshee. The sisters of slaughter, witches, and a small force of executioners charged with righteous fury. On all sides, the warriors of Chaos were being pushed back by the wrath of Har Ganeth and the Doom Slayer.

As all sides turn into bloodshed, the dying Tullaris grew tired from the blood loss. The cries deafened and his vision faded slowly before him. In his final moments, the executioner chuckled to himself while coughing up the blood from his mouth. His purpose had been fulfilled, and now welcomed Khaine to his heart.


BFG Division 2020 - Mick Gordon

Doom Slayer unloaded another slug into the head of a daemon before kicking it back at its friends. An ice bomb was launched and both mortal and daemon were encased in frost. The Slayer unleashed a shockwave from his punch after; breaking them apart like ice cubes. Around him, the battle became an orgy of blood and combat. Alith's men fought valiantly against the wave of Chaos fiends with steel and arrow while - to Doom Slayer's shock - the force of five-thousand half-naked crazy elves screaming bloody murder. Yet they seem more focused on killing the Chaos worshippers than his and Alith's group. If it came down to killing them as well, so be it.

The whole battle became a cacophony of screams, mad laughter, and clanging steel. Doom Slayer pumped his shotgun again and shot a sticky bomb at a crowd of daemons. A bloodthirster came crashing to the earth and slammed his axe towards the marine. Doom Slayer switched to the chaingun and whittled down its flesh until bone and flesh were exposed before giving a swift slash to the throat. The daemon died clutching its necking and drowning in its own fireblood.

On Alith's part, the Asur nocked an arrow straight into the exposed visor of a raider and killing him in an instant. Switching to his sword, Alith danced around the battlefield with pirouettes and precise stabs and slashes through the exposed spots of khornate warriors and bloodletters. On the side of the druchii, Hellebron revelled in the carnage, laughing hysterically like the mad witch she was. Few bloodletters could match her tenacity and valour. She would see that the entire Bloody Legions of Khorne die by her hands than allow the gain a foothold of her domain.

In her madden haze, the Blood Queen was lost in the violence. She wasn't aware of her surrounding until she found herself in Doom Slayer's crosshairs. She froze in her place, now realizing she was at Death's Door. In a split second, Doom Slayer pulled the trigger. The bullet whizzed past Hellebron, however, and landing a shot at a fury. The flying daemon's head exploded violently behind the Blood Queen. Hellebron looked back and was completely shocked by her "saviour's" rescue. Doom Slayer ignored her and launched himself another one of the furies with the Meathook. Hellebron quickly regained her senses and fought off the invasion with her sisters.

In the midst of this senseless carnage, Arbaal could only feel outraged and frustrated at this surprise attack.

"GrrRRRRAAAAAGH! DAMN IT! DAMN IT ALL!" He yelled his frustration. He called upon his fleshhound, who kept itself busy clawing and tearing its way through the druchii. The beast obeyed its master's command and allowed him to mount. Both master and mount tore their way through the crowd. Arbaal searched for the one responsible for foiling his plan. He soon heard the loud explosions and turn to see the green knight mowing down several bloodletters and felling another of his bloodthirsters. His god gave him vision and this was the man he needed to kill. He kicked his hound and beckoned it to charge. The fleshhound charged its way through the crowd, indiscriminately. The fleshhound made a jump and pounced on the Slayer. Doom Slayer was slammed to the ground - dropping whatever he had on him - but quickly stabbed its paw with his wrist blade. The hound yelped as it backed its feet off of him. Doom Slayer rolled to the side and pulled out the Heavy Cannon, spraying missiles at its face. Flesh tore off its face, revealing bone and boiling blood dripping on the ground. The fleshhound growled in anger as it felt the pain of the rockets hitting its face. It began to slash at him with its claws only for Doom Slayer's thrusters to push him back and flash-step the hound's attacks. He pulled up the chaingun and activated its shield, spraying rounds on it. Arbaal's armor protected most of his body but the rounds were enough to make dents through it. The hound wasn't so lucky, its flesh stripped even further, giving it a glowing, ghoulish appearance. The beast clawed ferociously but was smacked by the flying energy shield.

Angered further, the beast made one last pounce at the Slayer. Doom Slayer saw the move and charged towards it. Pulling out the infamous Painsaw, Doom Slayer slid underneath and pushed the chainsaw into its underbelly. The beast fell to the ground with its guts spilled; its master flying off of it. Arbaal crashed into a pile of corpses but quickly got up and went to his hound's side. The hound's laboured breathing was slowing down. It looked at its master one final time before taking its final breath. Arbaal's anger overwhelmed and felt tears of blood pouring from his eyes. He took up his axe once more and saw red as he charged on foot at Doom Slayer at blinding speeds. The marine blasted buckshot into his armor but Arbaal pushed through the pain and drew his axe. Doom Slayer pulled out his own and raised in time to stop Arbaal's from further damage. Their eyes; each a different side of rage. One unstoppable, the other blind.

"I WILL MAKE YOUR DEATH PAINFUL AND DRAWN OUT BEFORE I TEAR YOUR SKULL OUT! YOU WILL PAY FOR KILLING MY PRIZED HOUND!" Arbaal screamed. Doom Slayer headbutted him in response, putting the distance between the two of them. Arbaal skid to the floor but was back up in no time. He hefted the handle and prepared to swing again. Doom Slayer ducked and strafed with his boosters to the left, landing a direct hit to the champion's side. Arbaal struck back with the handle of his axe and raised it over his shoulders. Suddenly, something jumped onto his back and stabbed him multiple times on his shoulders. Arbaal quickly grabbed whoever it was and threw it back at Doom Slayer. The Slayer ducked and the attacked revealed herself to be none other than the queen herself. Hellebron stabbed her parrying blade to the ground and snarled back at the champion in contempt. Doom Slayer returned a thousand-yard glare back at Arbaal as well. Neither deigned at the thought of an alliance but neither voiced protests. In their minds, Arbaal was the bigger threat and the help was out of convenience.

Arbaal roared and charged with malevolent intent as did Doom Slayer and Hellebron. The two worked in tandem and in-synched, with Doom Slayer soaking up the damages and delivering a few powerful hits while Hellebron evaded and stabbed through the exposed gaps with calculated steps. The two worked independently but instinctively took turns getting in a blow on the large khornate. Arbaal's rage and determination stopped him from giving up and stood his ground even as their assault bore him down. He swung wildly between the two opponents. It infuriated him that each strike he made was exchanged with two more blows from the two. And while it was certainly not against Khorne's doctrine, it certainly pissed him off that they were beating the best of him.

Around them, the battle fought on. His bloody legions were steadfast but the sheer ferocity of his two enemies reinvigorated both of their people with the same fanaticism. It was here that the Asur and Druchii were united as one, if only for a brief moment.

Hellebron stabbed him to his side, exposed from all the lacerations and dents on his armor. Arbaal grunted but backhanded her to the face. The crone was sent flying but the Slayer remained standing. He took all of his strength into his own and slammed onto the champion's shoulder. Arbaal's pauldron cracked under the pressure and the axehead made its way into his flesh. Blood spurted out like a geyser and Arbaal screamed in sheer agony. Adrenaline still kicked in and the champion punched back Doom Slayer before pulling the axe out of his wound through sheer will. Now, he wielded two axes in hand, even if one was elven-made. Doom Slayer dug his fingers into the ground to balance himself. He glanced to the side to find a greatsword laying next to a dead elf. He grabbed it and extended his wrist blade. Both men were now armed with weapons. Arbaal roared a battle cry and the two warriors clashed again, exchanging blows in unbridled fury. Arbaal, with the Destroyer and Korhil's axe; and Doom Slayer with the First Draich.

"DIE ALREADY!" Screamed Arbaal. He had slain countless foes and beasts in the name of Kharnath for centuries. But none were so determined and unkillable as the Doom Slayer. He had figured him to be a challenging opponent but one that would fall like the rest. Instead, he was fighting tooth, nail, blood, sweat, and spirit to even lay a scratch on his opponent.

Doom Slayer, however, spent eons in the depths of Hell. He had slaughtered countless demons, both lesser and greater than the daemons of Chaos. Added to his extensive training and control of his rage in Argent D'Nur, Doom Slayer embodied the manifestation of the Inevitable. In the eyes of Arbaal's victims, he was a dreaded being. But to the Slayer, the champion was just a big fish in a smaller pond.

Arbaal swung both axes in an aggressive manner, getting in as many hits as he could. Doom Slayer deflected and parried with the First Draich. The blade which was once thought cracked and damaged somehow retained its strength and integrity in its new owner's hands. Its wielder's spirit flowed through the blade and wrapped it in the same refined energy.

As the two blades met, the force of the impact launched a blast of energy around them. The surrounding daemons, man and elves were blown back from the magical explosion. The two still stood in place; their weapons locked as they pushed against one another's strength. A test of might and prowess shook the very earth beneath them, leaving large cracks to form. Arbaal's axes drew closer to the Slayer's armor with each second passing.

In the midst of the explosion's aftermath, Alith stood back up and readied an arrow. His aim lined up perfectly straight towards the warlord. However, a berserker tackled him to the ground; indirectly misfiring at the Doom Slayer's helmet.

The arrow bounced his helmet harmlessly but the momentary distraction was enough for Arbaal to push his axes down further, landing on his shoulders. Doom Slayer dropped the draich and pushed the axes off of him. While sing his strength to push them out, the Slayer's flame belcher spewed fire into the warlord's face. Arbaal screamed in pain but was unrelenting. Doom Slayer's thrusters pushed him forward; allowing him to headbutt Arbaal instantly. Arbaal backed away; stunned from the blow. The Slayer grabbed the draich from the ground and struck first. Arbaal swung his axe to reach first but was impaled instantly.

Arbaal dropped his axes but reached forward in an attempt to strangle Doom Slayer. His hands grasped his neck and strangled tightly, with his opponent overcoming them and bending them backwards.

Arbaal screamed but was silenced as a sharp pain came directly to his neck. Hellebron stabbed her Cursed Blade deep into his neck; blade jutting through the opening. Hellebron pulled back her shorter blade, with the mighty champion down on his knees. His strength sapped and now at the mercy of the very man he was supposed to hunt down. Arbaal spent his final moments defiantly watching the Doom Slayer extending his Doomblade and swiping across his neck in an instant. The head flew off a good distance and landing not far from where his body was. Arbaal's decapitation was quick, but he felt his soul ripped violently from his vessel. He was not being sent to the realm of Khorne, where his fellow lords would fight eternally in the Brass Citadel, but to the Doom Slayer. Arbaal's thoughts were that of terror as he was absorbed into the armor of the Slayer, screaming before ceasing from existence.

The daemons following under Arbaal felt his presence gone. Only the Doom Slayer remained standing. He pulled Arbaal's head and threw it back at them, before firing up his Chaingun again. Realizing the threat, the daemons of Khorne- both less and greater - fled with their tails behind their backs. Their mortal followers followed their example and fled with their fighting spirits gone and headless without a leader. Doom Slayer was ready to pursue them but Hayden urged him to check on Alith.

"I believe we have other concerns besides the invaders. We will have to confront the more...fanatic...residents of this city."

Doom Slayer nodded and turned to Alith, who is clutching his chest. There were deep cuts into his armor. Some even penetrating through his flesh. However, they appeared superficial.

"Alith, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Hayden." Alith grunted under the bruises. "Just a few bruises. And a couple of broken ribs. But nothing too serious that I can't handle."

The reunion was cut short as Hellebron's figure approached menacingly. Behind her, her posse of fellow witches, gladiatrixes, and executioners surrounded him and his Asur companions. Alith backed behind Doom Slayer and readied his blade while the latter straightened his back and sized her up with equal intimidation. The druchii backed down a bit under the intense aura surrounding Doom Slayer, save for their queen who remained unflinching.

Both man and druchii glared at each other.

"Trespassers on my lands are killed on sight. Especially for those who carry alongside Asur scum. As it is by my decree." Hellebron flatly stated as a fact to Doom Slayer. "However, you fought and drove the enemy off from my lands. So consider your crimes ignored...for now."

Doom Slayer's fists curled up further in seething anger. Hayden simply interrupted him through his intercoms.

"No need for further violence. Allow me to do the talking. I'll have her believe that I am your voice. Just make subtle gestures and follow my lead."

Doom Slayer grunted but allowed the doctor to do his magic. But if things don't go well...well there's plenty of ground to make graves around here. Hayden soon spoke through his speakers.

"I am Doom Slayer."

"I've been told that already." Hellebron quipped. "The question is: why come here? Why step onto my lands with so few in numbers? One so foolish to plan with little resources should be executed for such stupidity."

"To you, that may be the case." Hayden argued. "However, we intended to go incognito. Speed by boat was our only means of travel. However, we were shipwrecked here instead."

"And where exactly did you tend to land?" Hellebron questioned. Her eyes gave a withering look straight at Doom Slayer's face. He was getting really pissed at this hag wasting his time. However, Hayden was certain to make this smooth somehow.

"I was supposed to arrive in Naggarond until the invaders forced us to arrive here instead. I am here to speak to your king."

The queen gave him hollow laughter in response.

"And you think him - Malekith the Witch-King - to be a noble who is worth hearing your words? You are indeed a fool to be coming here! Especially one who has brought the infamous Alith Anar under his tow!"

Hellebron's face darkened visibly as she leaned closer. Doom Slayer could see her skin sag under that ugly scowl of hers. "You are not here to trade words! This is an assassination! Simple and plainly as that!"

The Blood-Queen's eyes stared deeply into Doom Slayer's eyes in intense silence. Alith was prepared to kill her in a heartbeat before he witnessed the unexpected. Her lips soon turned into a bloodthirsty grin.

"I wish to join you!" She said with malice creeping in her voice. The response caught the three off guard (alongside the other elves) and Hayden responded appropriately.

"And why would you want to?" Hayden asked, with Doom Slayer tilting his head a bit curiously.

She scoffed and said with conviction, "Bah! Why wouldn't I?! I have sent messages to send in reinforcements and this whole siege is the result of his negligence! And what I want now is blood, Slayer! The Witch-King's blood! And I will be the first to watch him choke as his heart ripped out and his lungs drowned in his own blood if means honoring Khaine! And consider this paying for your crimes and a favour owed."

Hayden considered breaking the illusion but held his tongue a bit. It seemed all three would benefit this alliance, somehow. However, two out of three weren't in a rush to have that happened but business needed to come first.

"In that case, I...suppose it wouldn't hurt to have you join us. Unless it does not pan out, stay out of our way and let us do our job. But I don't hold much faith if the Witch-King turns us back."

"I look forward to it, Slayer." Hellebron replied. "I'll have the mounts prepared! Druchii! Have the horses ready!"

The Blood-Queen went elsewhere to prepare the journey, leaving much confusion between the three.

"Hayden, are you really out of your depth?!" Alith whispered harshly. "That woman is a bloody lunatic and you think to parley with her with the promise of Malekith's blood?! On any other day, I would've accepted such an offer by only a margin! But not right now!"

Doom Slayer silently agreed if his shaking fists were to go by. Hayden, however, responded with a cold but calculating demanour.

"Obviously, it is a risk. But if this doesn't end up like it's planned...well we'll have to tell Teclis to go for Plan B."

"A what?"

"A contingency, I mean."

Alith was completely exasperated but was too tired and bruised to even protest. He looked straight into Doom Slayer's eyes.

"And you, Slayer? Do you want to go with Hayden's plan?" Asked Alith. The Slayer simply looked as annoyed as the Asur was. He raised two fingers before motioning a thumb across his neck. Alith looked puzzled and tried to grasp his thinking.

"He says he'll agree, I think. More or less."

"Again with the interpretation. Was that even a yes?"

"Yes." Hayden answered right as Doom Slayer nodded. Alith took a deep breath as he tried to comprehend the madness of his plan. However, his ribs put him back to reality and forced him to find a healer among his party.

"We'll talk more of this when we get there. But I won't go near any of those witches! Especially Hellebron!"

Alith walked away - checking on his warriors - leaving Doom Slayer to ponder.

When this was over, Teclis owes him big time, he thought.


The Silver Pinnacle

Neferata watched the tenacity and fighting prowess of the Doom Slayer through her crystal ball. The magic to even scry would have been straining for a fledgling sorcerer. But for the Lahmian Queen, she had lived in the time when Nehekera was at its peak, and she was a master of her own craft.

Sitting on her throne, she entertained herself with watching the warrior slaughter an entire legion of Chaos warriors and cutting them down like a scythe through a field of crops. He was an apex and he now gained her attention. She had seen such daring heroes face overwhelming odds like the Bretonnians with their chivalric knights - to the point she would "invite" them to her home where be entertained until she got bored and took to "wine-tasting" instead - but none had the physicality to even stand against three Bloodthirsters at once.

And the weapons he wielded were unlike anything she had seen before. Not even the dwarfs could muster up such guns at rapid speeds. The Lahmian Queen was fully invested in this "Doom Slayer" her spy called him, however odd he was since he looked nothing like those dwarfs who try to invade her home from time to time.

Resting on her lap was Asya of whom she caressed and twirled her hair with indulgence. The servant proved her useful and worthy of Neferata's hand.

"You have gained yourself a true audience with me, Asya." Neferata praised. "And I am deeply pleased by your work. You have granted yourself a place in my inner circle."

"R-Really?!" Asya shot her head up, excited by the news. "I-I am forever gratef-!"

"Hush, now." Neferata placed a finger on her subordinate's lips. Such overeagerness was frowned upon but Neferata was feeling generous. "Go now, you've earned your reward."

Neferata planted a kiss on Asya's lips before gently patting her cheek to move. The Lahmian scurried, finally in rejoice to be in her mistress's circle. As the vampire exited the room, a lone cat strode past her. Neferata sat up straight and awaited expectantly of her consort.

"Naaima. What news do you bring from the outside world?"

The cat transformed before her. The cat's black fur shifted into pale hairless skin. Legs that were once on all fours reached to stand up like a human. Now before her, a woman of Cathayan origins looked upon her with a serious expression. The woman pulled out a scroll from underneath her silk sleeve.

"A message from the Von Carstein. It is Mannfred, my lady."

Neferata rolled her eyes. The Von Carstein were a stain among the bloodlines besides from the Strigoi. Each and every vampire with that name was a complete and utter loon. And rather than manipulate through the shadows and allowing their race to survive, the Von Carsteins would rather scream and swing their swords around in the air, gathering the attention of everyone with a vendetta against her people.

And Mannfred was no exception. One of Vlad's many bastard sucklings, Mannfred was the latest line of failures of his own kin. While Neferata had no issue with Vlad conquering the entirety of the Empire - even considering the thought of an alliance when he almost did succeed (along with her previous fling with him) - Mannfred was a halfwit by a long stretch. His history of betrayals and backstabbings were well-recorded and well-documented. And while just as ambitious as his sire before him, Mannfred had zero charm compared to Vlad.

Still, if there's one positive thing about him is that he was a lot preferable than Konrad. And that was saying somehing

"Ugh. Him?" Neferata scoffed. "Very well then. Hand me the paper."

Naaima gave her the papers, handing it to her in her hands. The Lahmian Queen read thing out of sheer boredom, figuring it was another of Mannfred's schemes of possible failure.

However, with each word she read, her eyes widened with horror. Rereading it again, her hands started to shake soon after.

"I-It can't be..." Neferata panted. "T-That bastard thinks he could actually do it...!"

Neferata shot up from her seat; with Naaima spooked by her Mistress's erratic breathing and horrified expressions.

"Naaima, I will be journeying to Sylvania. Get our finest to accompany us. I will have a word with Mannfred!"

The Lahmian Queen walked past her consort in a hurry, dropping the paper on the floor immediately. The Cathayan wondered what made the Queen so terrified and picked up the letters.

Dread ran down her spine as she read the most important words she spotted.

"...come to Sylvania, quickly. For thou must witness the rise of Nagash, once more..."


Alright, so I'm wrapping things up with the Naggaroth Arc quite soon. However, as I said, events in my life have put me on hold working on this story so allow me to explain.

Near the end of April, I had recently found out that someone dear in my family had been recently diagnosed with throat cancer. I've been told that it is mild but cancer is still cancer, regardless. And because of her age, there is not much that I nor my family could do to help her save for spending time with her as much as we can. She is completely unaware, however, and my family intends to avoid further stressing her. I have delayed quite a bit because of her conditions.

On the bright side of things, I have recently found work in a summer job. I will have to withhold any chapters until I have completed in September, hopefully. Until then, however, I also plan to write projects such as DOOM/YJ crossover after continuing the series recently and a new chapter for my revised Goblin Slayer/Witcher crossover under the new title, "The Goblin Contract: Reopened". Afterwards, I will continue the DOOM/WFB story around the same time.

And lastly, I would like to make a reminder for all to celebrate Kentaro Miura regardless of his passing. Like everyone else, I was deeply heartbroken by his passing. It's especially poignant when he was reaching the end of the series.

Admittedly, I was never fully into the Berserk series; having only known the Golden Age Arc like everyone going through puberty. However, it is a series that exposed me to the dark gritty nature of anime and fantasy as a whole alongside Devilman and Guyver. Muira's illustrations are one of the most beautifully crafted works for not only in his detailed craftsmanship but for also evolving as he grew older. The artistry is so painstaking in the process just by looking at them yet the final product was worth it in the end.

It is disheartening to see the story end abruptly and unfinished. I do not wish for the series to continue without the masterstroke of Muira's storytelling. It is unlikely that he has left any notes and/or blueprints when he was alive, leaving us with little else but to mourn the beautiful mind of his now gone. However, should the people who supported him ever do find a successor, I do hope we get to see someone who had the same passion and knowledge to continue his story the same way Brandon Sanderson of the Stormlight Archives fame was brought in to finish The Wheel of Time after the original author, Robert Jordan, passed away in 2007.

If Berserk ever had a message, it's struggle. Sometimes, life will beat you up and put you down in the worst times. However, you have a choice of standing back up. Stand up and you may find the will to move forward.

These are my final sayings. Had I paid attention studying as an artist, I would've given my tribute among other artists. However, I have found another passion in the form of writing. And perhaps in the future, I shall immortalize his work somehow.I will answer questions for another time in a couple of days. Please enjoy and leave a review. I look forward to another QA some time later.

Thank you, and a have goodnight.