Summary/disclaimer: It is time for another chapter of All will become Dust. Enjoy the 2600-word chapter. I do not own Warhammer, Gameshop does.
Nakht was curious.
They were soldiers yet his spells were like music, each a new note in the song. He knew that attempting to work for his brothers caused problems, they all had their ideals, and without Magnus to lead them?
There was something in his mind. The spell… The two spells.
Both spells had been cast, created by Magnus and their chief librarian amused the Thousand Son Lieutenant… No, it did not.
He had not. His brothers had screamed, turned into nothing but dead Ceramite tortured by the fact that they could no longer speak or think.
Nakht turned to one such 'rubric' marine.
His brother… A friend, now turned into nothing more than dust within his armor animated by Psyker warp sorcery.
He cursed the man who had cast the spell… Atthe same time, Magnus had attempted to talk to the emperor about Horus. Instead? While he had tried? One of their brothers volunteered to speak to the emperor.
Though the whispers of the god of mutation told them they had business in this new galaxy and it appeared Tzeentch was brought down as his power seemed to wane here.
Odd… But Nakht took to his path and would lead the Thousand Sons to the first of the planets they had been told to… Magnus seemed to have taken to plotting himself but had not shared this with them.
Then again? Nakht seemed to have new thoughts he did not before inside his brain and it bothered him.
Nakht ushered the first of the invasion into portals… Tzaangors.
The soldiers of the god seemed to be enslaved to Magnus and his will. They would see if they were like the Spire Guards.
Odd seeing the Red King fight the chaos god but their allegiance to either chaos or the imperium meant nothing currently. They were all eager to get to work now at the end of the day and all such days when this came to it.
Nakht was curious as he paused to try and think of what was going on inhis mind.
(On a certain planet)
The woman looked around, curious why the Grimm were screaming. They were screaming inside and out of it all too much to deal with and it was something else for the time being.
They were curious too much. Then came the odd voice of the former god who had been born here before.
"The four gods… The 4 rulers. They come and you will be under their yoke. This world and all worlds belong to the dark gods and the great game shall continue." She heard as she paused.
Then came the balls of fire… The world above them opened to allow new monsters.
The great game would be opening now.
There was something else to strike once more. She would not understand it for now and she did not understand it.
(With the Thousand Sons)
The first soldiers through the portal seemed to be a flood of Tzaangors. The bird-like monsters were followed by a dozen rubric marines as Nakht cursed, following through the portal.
"Where are we?" Nakht questioned, watching as a pair of his brothers took up positions on either side of him.
He snorted, curious as he thought of his next motion… Then came the flood of his traitor brothers, all World Eaters.
Nakht snorted and then shook his head.
Fine, if they wanted war? He would gain the victory as he raised his force stave, preparing for combat.
"For the RED KING!" Nakht stated before he shook his head at the end and then motioned the forces of the Thousand Sons forward.
The first demons to taste bolter fire were the Bloodletters who fell in a dozen at a time as each soldier was caught off guard by a solid wall of enemies. Nakht cursed and used his stave to slice the head from one such accursed servant of Khorne.
If he wished? This would end.
He would have butchered the forces of the war god easily. His might was not close to that of Magnus.
They were to fall now and it would continue to be how they did so. The servants of Khorne would fall sooner or later as he paused to try and think of what was growing on his mind.
Nakht growled and lifted himself into the air with his power, using his arm to fire a lance of lightning that struck the servants of the god of war.
If they wished to die for their master? He would grant them death once more and it would be the end of it all now at the time being.
Nakht cursed and pointed his stave at the others, curious now and for a good reason.
It would be too much to deal with for now… And they had more work left to deal with for now and good.
They would not relent or bow now, not until all was done… But as quick as it began? It was over dead demons thatseemed to litter in front of them and he felt curious why.
Nakht motioned for his brothers to move forward. They were in a section of ruins… One which seemed ancient and odd now.
Granted? The galaxy was far too much for him to ignore. It would remain odd now and for a good reason… Good, a new planet to come across.
"Spread out…" Nakht hissed, curious as he held at his head.
"Damn, my mind hurts," Nakht stated before he cursed, scratching at his helmeted head. "The Primarch approaches. Spread out, find something to conquer." Nakht hissed before he cursed now, curious how this would go.
Half his mind felt on fire, half his brain felt fuzzy. Half of him seemed like it did not exist here and half felt as if he had lived another life.
Even the Astartes had changed. His brothers seemed to be more human even when they were empty husks.
He paused for a moment, feeling something as he waved off his empty brothers. He hated it but he must puppet them, force them forwards.
He was drawn toward a strong surge of warp energy on this forest-like planet. It seemed something was calling, singing to the Astartes and he knew it was not something born of chaos.
How odd, he believed… But it only made Nakht curious how this had been. Who had the gall to draw the Thousand Sons to this world? He wished to know and he soon would, curious about such things.
There was a whirl of his force stave and then he willed the energies to reveal themselves to him. There was something here, something he did not fathom.
Then? He was met with a wave of energy that sent the Thousand Sons and their soldiers off their feet, andNakht was forced to bend hisknee.
It was too much to deal with now at the end of the day.
The information he began to pull tempted Nakht and he fed his power into it, widening the rift with interest.
He felt the warp wash over him before an explosion of energy threw the Astartes backward. He rolled along his feet and used his power to stop and steady himself.
It was an echo… No, a shape of something. It was a person who seemed alight in the warp as he looked at them.
The figure had glowing silver eyes which drew him to her.
He could tell it was a she, a woman who seemed ageless as if she had not once aged a second.
They wore flowing red robes that seemed to glisten with petals of some old Earth flower…
The cape itself almost seemed borne of magic. She looked at him, wild black spiky hair sticking out from her cloak.
The woman was not imperial as he could tell if she was… But she seemed to be alight with warp energy and something else. The Chaos gods seemed repulsed by her very existence.
However? This was not what confused him.
He focused on the fact the woman held a scythe similar in appearance to that of the Death Guard.
Nakht could tell she was not one of Nurgle's minions perhaps as she was not a decaying, festering corpse filled with rot.
She looked confused but as if the warp itself was alive. She vanished in a swirl of rose petals, leaving Nakht confused.
Her presence was still seared into his mind as he felt her Psyker energies in his mind.
She was not born of the warp but she was something curious. She was something wonderful.
And it appeared there was another thought etched into his mind.
'Find the Blue Book.'
(2 hours later)
There was a mass swirling of energy.
Planets exploded, stars died and the entire fabric of reality screamed in suffering.
The home of the Chaos Gods. The quartet had since been playing a game with each other with all the galaxy as their chess board.
It was something new. And it was something that could not be tamed in any sort of way, nor would they tolerate it.
They had been frustrated to be called here away from their horrid kingdoms.
Their power had waned, their servants now were plotting their schemes.
Yet? Part of them knew what this meant. The final game was underway where only one chaos god would reign over this galaxy.
Only one would live while the others would be cast off, reduced to nothing more than concepts given faint power.
They were allowed to wage one last 'game' but with only 1 piece each.
Each given command of their legions and servants but no more and no less than that… It meant little to them.
If they were to be cast aside? They would go down screaming, bringing the galaxy down.
These gods smirked at their own. They knew that Tzeentch was losing control of his minions. He looked weak as his champion and minions were in open rebellion.
Magnus had done something; he needed to find a way to get control and then find a way to get him under his thumb again.
They were not to escape him, they would not. It was impossible.
(With the Thousand Sons)
Nakht led the Thousand Sons across the twisted realm. There were many World Eaters and Khorne demons across the planet.
Yet? He continued to hold in a thought he could barely understand. The woman he had talked to… She had been the most perfect thing he had seen.
He had no idea what she was but her energy was strong. She could have killed him, could have torn him apart and yet she offered a relic it seemed even Tzeentch would hate.
He questioned her name, she was burned across his mind in waves of Psyker energy, cutting him to pieces now.
There was a roar as the unmistakable scream of the World Eaters was upon them. They roared hideous praises to their god as Nakht watched them, crimson armor gleaming.
Nakht cursed and met them head-on, preparing to butcher his brothers who had betrayed them as he did so.
Nakht despite barely controlling the group?
He ordered his rubric marines to form a line while their bolters to bear. He paused and then brought his hand down to unleash a hellish torrent of gunfire.
There was nothing he wanted more now than to kill these brutes. They killed any Psyker they found and would gladly butcher those who would kill his brothers.
Nakht dodged a strike from a blood-soaked chain axe before he brought up his bolt pistol, sending a round through the Ceramite-covered skull of the berserker.
He turned and brought up the sword he had hidden to strike down another with a cut across the neck, blood spilling and staining the ground as Nakht damned them.
"Blood-soaked brutes." Nakht hissed, cursing as he raised his weapons. "For the favor of the Crimson King and all servants of him? I will slaughter you all myself." Nakht cursed before he brought up his hands.
He forced his power into a shockwave, forcing the blood-soaked servants of Khorne backward, he snapped his fingers and forced his damaged brothers to drive them back with precise bolter fire.
There was a time when the World Eaters would have beaten them and he could tell by the 4 suits of empty Ceramite on the ground that they were no less dangerous. That added?
They were not the smart scholars of the Astartes and those busy training.
They were killer monsters who sought only chaos and death and while they were not stupid, they lacked the tactical brilliance.
Nakht forced the remaining 6 rubrics into a tight formation and held the hill, forcing the World Eaters to come to them.
Finally? When 12 World Eaters lay dead? Nakht could tell this battle was decided.
It was enough, it had to be enough for them now and always now and good when it was over. Nakht wanted to know why this world called to him and drove away Chaos.
It was odd enough for now… And off enough to delight the Thousand Son lord.
He would not be able to figure out what was growing upon his mind once more at the end of it all now.
It was too much… Nakht cursed and dwelt upon something that he could barely understand when it was said and done.
Something else plagued him… The Thousand Son officer seemed to be curious about how this was currently understood.
"Who is this woman? Why is she currently making me feel off?" Nakht asked before he sighed to himself.
He was too much to deal with… Nakht was too thrown off by what was currently unfolding.
This planet was not what they were supposed to be invading… And it seemed the Thousand Sons were forced to fight against the other servants of chaos. He would gladly kill them if he had to but he felt little hatred for them.
No, that was untrue.
Nakht hated the servants of Khorne. Their bloodlust destroyed too much and they lacked any brains or tactics that could aid them in combat.
They were nothing more than brutes currently rampaging.
"Brother… Return to the ship. The Primarch has called for all who hear the voice of Tzeentch to join him. this planet offers a new start for us." Nakht heard as he sighed.
"Do not command me, brother," Nakht stated before he looked at his brothers. "Send a shuttle. I will return with my forces." Nakht ordered, his voice barely a whisper.
Why was Magnus the Red calling for them? Magnus of all people recalling his legion? The lord of the Thousand Sons had been forced on his designs.
Author Notes
Phew. Another chapter is done! A few things.
The Thousand Sons will be redeemed in this story and spin off into their faction… They are warring with other forces of chaos and Imperial Remnants. Magnus will remain a demon lord but be fighting to protect Remnant.
Ruby will be different as the RWBY cast will be aged up or altered… This was supposed to be set before the show… Now it is set during an AU of season 3. Yes, that was Ruby appearing. I will be using the Ever After for some explanations.
The Imperium will be appearing but diminished.
There is meant to be time travel and alternate realities involved. I had an idea for Magnus coming to Remnant back before corruption. It will appear here.
The next chapter will be in 2-10 months and show the Thousand Sons gathering, Magnus and the legion descending on this version of Vale and setting up battle lines and cast. Until the 900–6500-word chapter? Lighting Wolf is out.