"The Battle of The Gods I"
Upon of the world of Aleutstia there was only barren spirals of once marble cities turned crumbling grey, great forests turned to ashen husks, crystal rivers into dried trenches were eroded goo like soil was all that remained and The sky was perpetually dark grey, the clouds forever still…The life of this world was forever gone, something must have happened to it many, many, many millennia ago before one could pin blame to the usual suspects…To Farseer Auradros didn't think much of this world, in the grand of scheme of the Greater schemes in the universe it was an insignificant planet…or it so appear to be, the Inquisitor Marakleos, a Mon'Keigh he (Auradros) Had dealt with and aided on some occasions when it was deemed acceptable to what would go on…The Mon'Keigh believed this planet had something of significance. He Auradros couldn't see such significance in this planet, it was a miracle this planet wasn't eaten by a splinter of the The Great Devourer Or a refugee for the various races of the Galaxy.
Marakleos had mentioned something of a ruin that must be seen and read. As per agreement they accorded to meet Alone…but as per human nature, that will be upheld by word and in action forgotten. Auradros wasn't going to enter a field where he was exposed and so Auradros brought hidden forces…and so had the Mon'Keigh Marakleos. Both would simply exchange pleasantries (as much as an Aeldar and Mon'Keigh could) and turn blind eyes to the hidden forces they had around the planet.
Auradros saw Marakleos upon the entrance of a grand cavern, a spiral laid collapsed to the side of the cavern and various blades clashed upon the ground…
'Greetings Farseer Auradros' Marakleos the Inquisitor Spoke to Auradros. The Mon'Keigh was short and stocky (More so than most Mon'Keigh, Auradros thought) wore his Inquisitor Uniform and all the regalia and seals that came with the office. His face was a tapestry of scars and his left arm was mechanical. A sleek pistol was to Marakleos side, gleaming silver and radiant blue. Auradros was well read on the Archaeotech Humans so worshipped and scoured planets To find a single piece of, a time when they claimed lordship over all the universe…nothing had changed. In Auradros eyes they still were upstarts causing havoc wherever they went, the only difference is there technological prowess was lesser and back than it was less.
'Greeting Inquisitor Marakleos' Auradros spoke dryly. The less pleasantries and to the point were better. 'We both know there Is a change…changes occurring upon the warp. Rumors of war and death being wrought upon the forces of Chaos yet no one can really give an answer to what it is. All I have ever heard that gives me some information was by a Guardsmen in the Cadian Gate, the man spoke of "A Green Marine Who Put To The Sword The Enemy And Pushed Them Back When All Was Lost". The Guardsmen told me that, one moment the Astra Militarum Is being pushed and broken, the next they see something causing death and destruction and retreat on the hated and corrupt foe…Do you know of anything like that…in your…people's tale"
Auradros wished to express frustration and disdain To Marakleos, had he brought him all over here to speak of just that? A tale from some Mon'Keigh Fodder? Auradros assumed the Inquisitor Mon'Keigh would be smarter. 'Not that I have ever heard of' Auradros said sternly
'Than let's descend upon this cavern…my entourage has found something…that will be of your interest…' Marakleos said with too much gaps. Auradros provided the illumination into the deep cavern through the gravity blade, a small fire that radiated a great light. The two walked into the cavern. The further and further they reached the bigger the cavern became, symbols that Auradros had never seen began to appear and old support pillars…columns became more abundant…
'We are here' Marakleos said loudly, The echo of the caverns was great…Auradros faced a Grand chamber, four pillars marked with many runes and a collapsed statue upon a Tomb and etched into the walls a great stained "glass" mural of many colors with a stone tablet with runes inscribed upon it. The two made there way towards the inner chamber
'I have seen these runes before…In a world called Argenta, vaguely similar to these across that sector there are many runes like this yet this planet is so far away I doubted they were related. I can read the First part the rest is all unknown to me' Marakleos claimed
Auradros touched The stone tablet…he knew what it Said. Auradros looked upon the great stained glass mural, it was more like a crystal block that remained with light regardless of how bleak the cavern was. An Armored Knight of dark green descending upon a horde with a blade of red fire, and a shield bearing a mark Auradros had seen across many worlds…even in some ancient weapons of Mankind's past and their early Imperium which seemed to morph into various ones. "Duty, Honor and Retribution" is what it almost universally means. The background was a city in flames and beneath the knight was a sea of monstrous entities akin to daemons, and There was fear and hatred in their eyes.
The stone tablet read "Woe to the wicked, betrayers and their abominations that they have wrought upon my people. With their lust for power they have led our people astray for they clothed themselves as wise men but were dark mystics of a weak mind and of a weaker spirit. But do not despair the wise and noble, he is amongst us from the first age and the first battle the sword of Argenta De Nur has come to wrought the end to this foe. He does not seek peace with evil, for good destroys evil and does not tempt itself with false and vague words. May his blade never dull and his thirst for vengeance never quench. And thus in the texts he hailed himself by actions, not through meaningless words, as "I am the predator of the night, the unchained blade, the walker of fire, I am gouger, I am the sword against the terror, I bear the crown of the night, I am the destroyer of evil, I am the Ripper and Tearer"-Korvak 6:21"
Auradros finished reading mentally. He had to let out a laugh, it drew ire from Marakleos. Auradros thought 'What is this text? Some fragment of a religious text of a long forgotten interstellar human civilization? It's like a mad mon'keigh speaking and shrieking of some divine savior who could single handedly "push back" the abominations depicted here? And what of all these grand claims written on? It seems there is much missing, the original tale must have gotten Corrupted and Lost by the time this was all inscribed. I wasted my time upon coming here. I wouldn't be surprised if this was just some figure who could banish a couple daemons and kill many cultists. At best it was the Mon'Keigh Emperor and his deeds of many millennia ago evermore glorified and mythologized. No Mon'Keigh, not even the Emperor has the amount of power to even scare the Primordial Annihilator. This is just pure fiction or an overblown myth' Auradros thought with amusement that he had to contain. 'I doubt it's what is causing the havoc across the warp' Auradros said in a serious voice…
Eidolon
The endless slaughter and shifting Tides across the world of Eidolon had ceased for the moment until the threat was dead and the Great Game could be resumed. The Hordes of Khornates Forces true to the words of the "positive" parts of Khorne were in formation waiting excitedly for the Marine. The forces of Slaanesh uncharacteristically kept to a certain discipline as they awaited though they were The most rundown by the demands of Slaanesh to remain still and to wait until the Marine arrived. The endless wait was making them go mad. The forces of Nurgle remained in their docile state as their putrid smell was a stench of smog. Tzeentch's forces gathered in force without the schemes that are always present in their Minds
Upon the center of all these forces scattered across the whole world, there arose a Grand citadel, ever changing storms of the warp hued above it as the colors of the dark Gods Rumbled as clouds. The Citadel was of an ever changing material to claim affinity with all Four Dark Gods. Lighting strikes upon the open top of the Highest Tower. Legions of daemons of all types guarded the great citadel. In the center of the main tower, there rested The last Sentinel Battery
Be'lakor the first damned stood at the highest spiral, The Blade of Shadows encrusted upon the floor. He chanted dark words exalting the dark Gods which he was all equally beholden to, daemonic runes appeared upon his body, lighting and thunder struck Fourice upon his The Blade of Shadows, each one representative of the power and favor of Chaos…The clouds rumbled and turned to an endless shifting of colors and faces all representative of Chaos
'Be'lakor, upon you we entrust this battery, that this so-called champion so desperately will come to claim it as he has the others. You are not to fail Be'lakor, we have blessed you with powers; others can only pray and sacrifice to us so they may even be near the smidge of what we have bestowed upon you. There can be no failure. He can not obtain this power and he cannot be allowed to pass this gate. These forces are yours to command…DO NOT FAIL US' Said the Four Gods of Chaos. Momentarily undivided into one
Be'lakor bowed down 'I shall not fail, with this great power I shall claim his skull and renew the war against all that oppose the power of the true and only gods. I am yours to command. All praise the Lord of Slaughter and Hatred, The Mistress Of Pleasure and Perfection, The Father of rebirth and pestilence, The Master of Change and Fate…ALL HAIL THE TRUE GODS' Be'lakor said in a euphoric shout as he raised his blade to the sky as he proclaimed his devotion to his creators
'And with this great power I shall kill the champion where he stands and retake my place as the most favored of Chaos. Unleash a great war against the enemies of Chaos I will. All those who claim to be above me as the first born of Chaos, I shall put them back in their place. In the end the Dark Gods come back to whence it all began, to me there first born to end what there so called champions and princes of lesser Power failed to achieve'
Be'lakor flew to oversee one of the greatest forces of Chaos he had ever witnessed. BillIons all under his command and unlike many times there would be no bickering or rivalries, only the sole focus to end one Man or whatever this mortal was. Be'lakor grinned maniacally as he raised his blade…They began to cheer and chant his name and call upon blessings from the Dark Gods…
But Be'lakor could see from the lesser Daemon Princes and Greater Daemons there was jealousy that would have to bottle up. 'This is my moment. I am the first Daemon Prince of Chaos. I had already wrought destruction across countless worlds before they were even ascended. Had their kin not failed to bring down one man, they wouldn't be here under my glory. Their jealousy and seething only makes me feel joy. But none shall bring me more for when I Triumph and none shall ever contest my place
Be'lakor flew around as he bellowed and motioned the Blade of Shadows 'SERVANTS OF CHAOS. WE HAVE BEEN GATHERED BY THE DARK GODS FOR ONE OF THE GREATEST TASKS THAT WE SHOULD ALL BE HONORED AND BLESSED TO PARTAKE IN. THIS CHAMPION THAT HAS SLAUGHTERED OUR BRETHREN SHALL FALL TO THE SWORD!!!'
The almost endless Hordes of Daemons began to cheer like hollering hounds at Be'lakor words. 'WE ARE THE FORCES OF CHAOS, WE ARE THE SWORD THAT MAKES THE PATHETIC CORPSE WORSHIPPERS FLEE IN TERROR FOR THEY FEAR THE TRUTH, THE TRUTH THAT WHAT THEY WORSHIP IS A CORPSE, THAT THERE IS TRUE GODS AND THAT THERE POWER AND MIGHT IS THE ONLY POWER IN THIS UNIVERSE!!!' Be'lakor shouted as he returned To the top of the tower
'FOR WILL AND GLORY OF THE DARK GODS. ALL HAIL KHORNE, SLAANESH, NURGLE, TZEENTCH…ALL HAIL CHAOS UNDIVIDED!!!' Be'lakor shouted…the forces of Chaos Were euphoric at the speech of Be'lakor. They began to stomp, dance and sing in Dark and lewd ways to exalt their dark masters. 'ALL PRAISE KHORNE THE GREAT LORD OF BLOOD' bellowed in howls of the Khorne Forces. 'HAIL THE GLORY OF SLAANESH THE GREAT MISTRESS OF PLEASURE AND PERFECTION' in an almost ethereal song the Slaanesh Forces spoke. 'ALL WORSHIP GRANDFATHER NURGLE THE BRINGER OF REBIRTH AND PESTILENCE' Shouted in loud but drawn out tones the forces of Nurgle. 'ALL DEVOTION TO TZEENTCH THE MASTER OF FATE AND SORCERY' The Tzeentch forces said in loud echoes that were Like chants, whispers, shouts, etc all at once
Be'lakor was in complete ecstasy as he heard the chants of the Forces below him 'This creature is nothing but a skull to claim. I have one of the greatest forces of Chaos ever assembled and the favor of the four Dark Gods. He is but one. None Can stand against this. Only a fool would. Come mortal and I shall slay you myself'
Hell Walker
A vast wrath was reaching its breaking point in the Doomslayer, the abominations in that tower had shown him with great pride and glee all the atrocities they had committed in the Galaxy for thousands of years and the glee they took in butchering and breaking those who opposed it. These demons found much amusement in all the suffering they had brought upon Mankind. It was all Just a game to them. He Is going to kill all of them
'This galaxy is sieged by all sides hordes from beyond' Said Samuel Hayden through the comms as the mechanical arms began to move around picking the Praetor Suit.
The arms began to clad the Doomslayer 'The Armies of man are beginning to falter and exhaust. There will thinning and their faith wavering'. The greeves began to be placed
'The hope that the day the sun will rise in a land drenched In an eternal night becomes evermore like a cruel joke to keep all moving. A lie told that they know won't ever arrive' His pauldrons were placed
'You are the sword and shield of Man. They fear you. The one of the unbreakable will and of an never ending hatred and the power to stop them. Your thirst for vengeance will never quench and the blade of your blood never dry of blood' The chest piece was placed on him and than the gauntlets
'And as you were bestowed in the first battle in the first age, when the shadows First lengthened. The Great Slayer, The Hellwalker, The Scourge of Hell' Samuel stated as the gauntlets and helmet was placed
'The one they fear. The Doomslayer. Rip and tear until it is done…' The crucible was given to the right hand of the Doomslayer and the super shotgun onto the left…The portal opened as the Doomslayer walked towards it…
The Doomslayer emerged from it…his hud immediately began to count all the Demons there were. The planet was infested almost every step by a Demon. The Sentinel Battery, the last one, being guarded by legions of demons.
The Demons were quick to notice him but they remained still…From what The Doomslayer saw they revel in pageantry and grand speeches with claims and mentions of things he didn't know. They all looked ready but uneasy to pounce on him, not like before where they immediately started throwing themselves into the slaughter.
A quick volley from the Super Shotgun ended the one second stared down. Gore spread across the lands as the crucible ignited and a second, third and fourth volley of the super shotgun blasted the horde into pieces…
As the Doomslayer gave a step backwards as he punched cleaved in half an upcoming Bloodletter, and faced his shotgun towards the left and shot twice clearing a horde of cultists. He was immediately met by Bloodthirsters and Lords of Change. Brass crashed against the Praetor Suit and the sorcery of the Lords of Change fell upon the Doomslayer.
A vicious punch to the jaw sent the Doomslayer flying back, a Lord of Change charged a beam from above and sent the Doomslayer down. Chaos Marines loaded their bolter rounds onto the Doomslayer as Cultists threw frags and landed shots as an endless barrage of artillery.
The Doomslayer tunneled through the soil and emerged from beneath but a Great Unclean One was waiting for him and grabbed him from the helm and started slamming him. Death Guard shots wailed upon the Slayer like a storm of fire as more and more forces came organized to unleash as they had. The Doomslayer got thrown high up in the air, the world went silent as the titan weaponry was unleashed unto. The skies became a great shockwave of fire, another volley was launched and then a third. But fire from below kept shooting.
The Doomslayer fell down, narrowly avoiding the shots and the titanic weaponry began to fall on random places on the planet. The ground rumbled at each shot from the titans. With the momentum he fell upon the Great Unclean One, not having time to spare and decapitated the beast with a strike from the crucible. He moved to side to face whatever was there, but a Bloodthirster caught the Doomslayer and launched him up and the fire continued
The Doomslayer knew what was up, they were trying to keep him in the air and shoot all they had on him till he fell dead or could be enclosed like in the tower. The Doomslayer gored the Bloodthirsters face with a vicious jab to the jaw. The two crashed down, he began blasting apart the incoming horde of cultists and other demonic entities suited for close quarters combat as axes, blades, spears and maces came flying towards him by the uncountable droves. The fight would be grounded that was the Doomslayer's sole goal, it would be airborne when he wanted it to be
He noticed there was a discipline and greater goal to them now. They weren't dispersing and bickering like in prior battles. In this sole moment their only goal was his death…
Fire fell upon like a storm, as more and more attacks of all types began to creep upon the Slayer's armor. He raised the crucible and hacked all near him as with the crucible he shot various volley's until the horde thinned from his side. He jumped through the air and landed to the side of a Bloodletter who had been waiting for the promised slaughter, its ugly face quickly rearing to the slide and about to hack and slash the armor. The Doomslayer tripped the Bloodletter and with a quick stomp turned its tall hear into mush as he (The Doomslayer) fired volley after volley as the Super Shotgun's pellets tore into gore the incoming horde of Chaos Cultists of all creeds, Bloodletters, Daemonettes and the further away Bloodthirsters that were dashing towards him.
Ten Lords of Change positioned themselves above the air as they casted various spells of times long ago that increased tenfold the power of the Daemons. They began to glow and radiate the color of each respective dark of Chaos, a myriad of ever changing flowing dark power began to overtake the horde across all the world…Upon the Citadel which Be'Lakor stood, he chanted a dark ritual which Darkened The still skies as the tower shot baleful energy into the skies and a rippling surge of the warp began to fragment the skies
Bloodletters began to howl as they grew bigger their eyes glowed red and red lightning rippled across them. The Daemonettes shrieked, the pincers becoming sharper and longer and a hue of purple surrounded them with glowing eyes of white and a crystal like ripple flowed across them. The Plaguebearers grew more putrid and dark green as their eyes gouged out and their rot became even more foul and the Horrors of Tzeentch grew thrice and their colors and demeanor was even more erratic as a blue hue and malice radiated from them.
Across the battlefield the forces of Chaos Were empowered by the power of the dark Gods as the warp's shifting Tides turned into storms that threatened to break apart the planet. Bolter fire and spells from the sorcery of Chaos flung around as close in discipline as the raging hordes of Berserkers launched themselves In formation and all those who preferred to swing a blade and engage in melee charged to claim the Doomsayer's skull
The first wave opening slaughter, began with The Doomslayer with a forward slash into the skull of an exalted Bloodletter, a cleave downwards to end it and as he was going to strike a slash to thin out five less out of the horde a World Eater with his howling Chainsaw jumped to Wail on the Doom Slayer. The Super Shotgun with a quick motion, aimed towards the World Eater and twice the shotgun was shot blasting apart the ceramite blood stained plate. The Doomslayer turned to gore smudge as he powered through a Bloodletter, blades and axes clashing, metals breaking apart once they hit the Praetor Suit.
The Doomslayer hacked his way across the battlefield as horde after horde went against him, the Super Shotgun clearing the way as rivers of blood and gore formed upon each step he took. The formations of Chaos broke as the Doomslayer with a mighty leap, flung himself towards the Titanic God Machine "Matanza" a powerful Warlord Titan devoted to the worship of Khorne. Its red plate full or runes dedicated to the power and blessings of mighty Khorne, chains that hung upon its back were brandished by skulls of various powerful xeno titans across the galaxy and other machine titans.
The Doomslayer as he got close as all the region's armaments shot simultaneously, he dashed downwards to Matanza, the void shields collapsed, echoing a shockwave across the battlefield. Various projectiles neared and the smaller ordnance landed everywhere at once as the echoes of the firing volleys indiscriminately butchered the forces of Chaos.
Matanaza was cleaved in half, the sides falling apart and crushing all the misfortune hordes that Clung to its side in reverence of its godlike power and its arms that brought many skulls to Khorne.
A roaring and shooting swarm of Heldrakes appeared. There Hades Autocannons rampaging across the sky trying to hit the Doomslayer, with the meathook the Doomslayer latched himself on top of the leader of the swarm. A two headed Heldrake, he shot a volley of siphon grenades Across the sky and with a vicious cleave cut off the Heldrakes necks off, the body of the Daemon Engine fell downwards quickly as now the shooting towards the Doomslayer
Was a sporadic mess of precise and nervous shots as the closer the Doomslayer got, the more the Daemons arms tore off. Broken volleys as the Crucible cleaved them, gore drenching Eidolon more and more. The titanic weaponry was kept on halt until the Doomslayer was put in the air…or until things became desperate enough to justify its use in the ground…and it was coming soon
The Doomslayer leaped across the battlefield as artillery fire and bolters shot from every side, the Siphon Grenades falling adjacent to the shots, they exploded, thinning the horde. With a blood punch he broke the knee of a titan Dashed upwards and cleaved in half, causing it to crumble to the floor.
The Doomslayer landed turning into gore and mush blood the Daemons and cultists as he kept hacking apart the horde as he began to make his way toward the Citadel. The Doomslayer began to radiate Argent energy as with each strike he grew mightier, he tore apart ten Bloodthirsters as he jumped across the sky cleaving them in half before he dashed down and crushed the daemons and dashed around as he hacked them and blasted apart the ones in his way as he cleaved with the other hand
The World Eaters charged chain axes in hand as they growled and howled praises for Khorne, and the Emperor's Children for the first time acted with discipline and as a united Force interested in a greater goal for Chaos rather than their own self pleasure. They shot their bolters and sonic weaponry as those who went across were going to engage in melee. The Doomslayer charged head on to meet the Khornate, he tore apart the Vanguard with the Sentinel Hammer as he stored the Crucible. He caved into the skull of a Berzerker as eight more came from the side, with a vicious swing he cracked them open and swung forwards to crush the howling chainblade of a Berserker and ripped from it a plasma gun and shot the Berserker in the head with it
He stabbed unto the stomach the super shotgun and shot apart the ceramite and stomach before finishing with a strike into the head. The Emperor's Children tried engaging in with their blades clashing against the Praetor's plate. But with a mighty swing, the Sentinel Hammer mangled the Emperor's Children…
The formations broke as all the forces of Chaos Were desperately trying to stop the Doomslayer from reaching the Citadel, much less the top. If he was willing to challenge the dark gods for these batteries, they must be of great power and thus he must be stopped. The Hordes were torn apart and cleaved and shot into unrecognizable pieces of gore and blood mush that began to drown slowly the planet as no matter what was sent Bloodthirsters, Keeper Of Secrets, Lords of Change and Great Unclean Ones even as they were granted more power and divine blessings they ended up as no more than gore beneath the Doomslayer's flesh
The Chaos Gods exalted their respective forces' surviving commanders and sent more and more forces of Daemons to overwhelm the Doomslayer, but for once in forever it seemed that Chaos had met a force they could not overwhelm or corrupt. There was true dread as the Doomslayer ripped and teared through Chaos, Bloodletters turned nothing more in hacked mangled corpses, Daemonettes were grinded into gore on the ground, Plaguebearers eyes crushed and there bodies burnt and Flamers and Horrors there pathetic sorcery bouncing off the Praetor Armor And them becoming nothing but shot bodies riddled with lead as they stood in the Slayer's tracks
Khorne summoned more and more of his warring forces to challenge and claim the Doomslayer's skull. Tzeentch, Nurgle and Slaanesh watched in amused horror as nothing they sent could stop the Doomslayer, perhaps it was pointless…but they hadn't gotten this far to simply let the Great Game end because of One Man. They sent all that was what could be called a true horde of there "true domains" not within real space but in the warp…vast almost endless legions pouring from all sides as they granted trillions of blessings, ascended hastily mortals that were near Daemon Prince status and other horrid creatures they made In a haste to stop the Doomslayer
Eidolon was an apocalyptic slaughterfest that was tearing apart the planet and causing relentless warp storms…The Doomslayer kept slaughtering the forces of Chaos with no mercy or stopping. His blade shines across the dark lands as a cleansing fire and the shotgun as his Bringer of death from afar.
Soon Eidolon began to make horrific movements and the warp grew unstable as hordes of Daemonic entities poured from the sky hungering for slaughter and to claim the head of the Doomslayer. The skies were dark as hordes and hordes fell on the planet, a swarm of evil descending like a wave from all sides.
The Doomslayer charged forward, his Super Shotgun and Sentinel changed for the Plasma Rifle and Unmakyr, he began unloading It's charges as he shot from all sides. Would dash to the sides and back turning into red mist the hordes of Chaos.
A host of Plaguebearers stormed upon him, he shot them into nothing, rolling on the ground as he shot siphon grenades and laid down his weapons momentarily as a Bloodthirster flew over him. The Chainsaw from the Doomslayer's side came and he played forwards and tore apart the flying Berserker in half
He stored the Chainsaw again, grabbed his weapons and shot again at the incoming enemies. As the Doomslayer slaughtered his way across a legion of Bloodthirsters, Bloodletters, Berzerkers, etc. The battlefield stop for a moment, yet The Doomslayer did not, the extermination of hell must continue was always the moment. A radiant golden hue across thirty kilometers from him violently ruptured the air and tore apart the evil of the planet to make its own way in the battle
The Doomslayer was ripping apart with his Chainsaw, the heads of a Lord of Change…He momentarily stopped to see the Daemons were looking at a gate opening. A Great Unclean One reared its ugly head to see what there was in the gate, its nurgling hugging its malformed rotten legs as they peeked from behind it. The Great Unclean head splattered all across the field, as its putrid blood rained on the Nurglings. It was a hammer, a large flaming one. The Great Unclean One got a kick in its stomach, bolter fire began to come out the portals
The Armored figure in flames emerged, standing proud and tall. The plate of its armor was black, the portal began to enlarge and more and more Armored figures carried bolters, black armor and bathed in an eternal glow of fire. They charged at the forces of Chaos, blades and bolters meeting in an open field. Soon thousands of hundreds of varied forces popped, from humanoids in military uniforms carrying rifles, flaming titans and warmachines. A great slaughter across the battlefield began as the forces of Chaos and these new forces combated with a zealous rage the Daemons
The Doomslayer kept his slaughter, it yet remained to be seen if they were Ally or Foe. The large Armored figure was smashing into gore Bloodthirsters and squashing nurglings with an ease, as his hammer tore and caved through everything in nanoseconds. A black wave of fire and slaughter, it crushed the head of a Bloodthirster with one arm and caved in the chest of a Lord of Change, and with a stomp vaporized nurglings, bloodletters and Horrors. It took out a weapon (bolter) that was small in its hands…And threw it to the Doomslayer…Ally
The Doomslayer momentarily checked the gun "Etiam in morte, custodia mea et bellum contra malum aeternum est." It had engraved upon it "Even In Death My Watch And War Against Evil Is Eternal". The Doomslayer held the trigger, the bolter rounds turned Into paste the Daemons. The Doomslayer along these Armored figures in fire began to slaughter their way toward the Citadel, Titan clashed with Titans as Marines charged towards enemy lines and swords clashed as the Doomslayer made his way to the citadel as the battle became more and more hectic as gore and bolter rounds flung all over. The skies were red and the ground was filled with blood and sinew.
The tall armored figure trailed aside the Doomslayer as it cleared the path. It's hammer striking like the wrath of Mankind as it caved into whatever was foolish enough to stand in its way or to try and claim its skull. Powerful figures in broad and powerful suits with there flames making them look radiant and halos tore apart Bloodletters like paper, with there great claws and swords as there bolters shredded into paste whatever it hit as flamers sent back in terror the exalted
The Doomslayer with a sword strike took off the head of a Bloodthirster, his other hand laying a barrage of endless bolter rounds that tore apart unto paste Chaos Cultists and Horrors. He kicked a horror in the face and with a quick strike to the middle part, cleaved it in half. The Doomslayer began to reach the gates of the Citadel, however he was picked up by a Titan. The Doomslayer was about to rip off its hand, however, it noticed it was one of those flaming titans (allies). It looked at the Citadel as it adjacently fired its artillery everywhere at once.
The Titan launched the Doomslayer towards the top, from below they covered his spot clearing the flying swarms as he added his own shots to thin and cull the horde. The Doomslayer landed on the top, the ground of the Citadel shaking and making a small crack. The Doomslayer butchered the horde of cultists worshipping the winged Daemon that stood with hands raised Towards the sky.
'You arrive too late, Marine. I have become empowered by the dark Gods, blessed and exalted all to claim your skull in their name. Khorne has had his fun with your massacres but he grows tired of you. And the other Gods you don't entertain them with how you do all this, there is no flair, no excitement, Just slaughter for a so called righteous Cause' The Daemon said as his eyes glowed white and he grew thrice and His wings expanded and the blade serrated.
'I am Be'lakor the Dark Master. The One Who Heralds The Conquerors. I am the first born of Chaos and I will take your skull and powers. You are nothing but a bug to squash!!!' Be'lakor shouted as he charged towards the Doomslayer, sword in hand
The Doomslayer dashed back and to the sires as he shot barrage after barrage of bolters towards Be'lakor. But the Dark Master was fast, faster than the Doomslayer expected. The Blade of Be'lakor, lunged itself toward the Doomslayer and knocked him back. Be'lakor dashed forward and slashed the Doomslayer, a bolter round found itself on Be'lakor chest.
Be'lakor flew across the tower as it shot powerful and dark sorcery as he became empowered by Tzeentch and Slaanesh to overwhelm the Doomslayer.
The Doom Marine jumped around, avoiding the magic as best he could, shooting volley after volley of Bolter Rounds, and switching between them with the Assault Rifle and Plasma Gun, it did little effect on Be'lakor as his hide and blessing from the Dark Gods shielded him momentarily as his powers were tenfold now. The Doomslayer the siphon grenades, he ran across the tower. The grenades exploded in the air, momentarily causing Be'Lakor to stagger.
The Doomslayer wasted no time and took out the BFG-9000 and overcharged it and shot one blast towards Be'lakor, causing a Shockwave. Be'lakor roared and howled in pain. Enraged, Be'lakor launched himself towards the Doomslayer, punching him in the face and knocking the BFG-900 from his range.
Be'lakor with an uppercut sent flying the Doomslayer and with a swarm of punches began to Wail on the downed Doomslayer. Be'labor was momentarily stopped as the Doomslayer got up and tackled Be'lakor. The Doomslayer began to wrestle Be'lakor, he used the Doomblade to stab Be'lakor across his body. Be'lakor summoned his blade and stabbed the Praetor Suit and with the pommel, pummeled the Doomslayer.
Be'lakor flew high in the sky and shot arcane powers from the elements to forbidden and lost magics bestowed by the Dark Gods, altering the stone of the tower. The Doomslayer took out the Gauss Cannon and charged shot after shot towards Be'lakor wings
The Doomslayer returned the Gauss Cannon and brought out the Ballista, shooting precise shots into Be'lakor eyes…He (Doomslayer) finished off with unloading the Rocket Launcher towards Be'lakor.
The Dark Master raised a field that stopped the barrage of the rockets, however it was just a screen. The Doomslayer ran quickly to recover the BFG-9000 and fired a loose shot towards Be'lakor knocking him out of the sky and back to the tower. The Marine overcharged and shot back, the BFG-9000 shot at Be'lakor. The beast screeched in pain
The Doomslayer took out the crucible and was about to glory kill Be'lakor…However Be'lakor simply laughed, mocking the Doomslayer, as it got up again
'You think you're achieving something here? You think that all the Daemons you have slain will achieve anything in the long run? You are nothing in the grand scheme of things, you are nothing compared to the dark and endless power of the Dark Gods. All your talents wasted on this foolish Crusade, when I split your skull I will feast upon your flesh' Be'lakor said mockingly
Be'lakor laughed and laughed and laughed, but each laugh became more distorted and like the screech of different entities all at once as Be'lakor Growled in pain as he began to ascend as if possessed over the sky. the Dark Master roared and cried in pain as his scorched body began to heal…and then tore itself apart as it got mangled with it constantly Changing color. His wings became four instead of two, and each one different. One blue, red, pink, green, two like bird wings, one like a peacocks and the other like a rotting wing with the bone visible
His face merged and then sprouted, four faces undivided into one. It was beastly like a mesh of Bloodthirsters, Keeper Of Secrets, Lords of Change and Great Unclean Ones but in perfect quarters, as each part of Be'lakor body mutated and became representative of all four Gods of Chaos.
'I am the harbinger of death and glory of Chaos and your end is here' Be'lakor said in an echo of four voices, the top tower began to Collapse and the Sentinel Battery fell as Be'lakor launched himself towards the Doomslayer. The world of Eidolon was about to collapse
Be'lakor wailed on the Doomslayer, the Praetor Armor was holding but even Be'lakor punches took its toll on the armor. The Doomslayer punched Be'lakor and dashed towards The Sentinel Battery, but Be'lakor from below ripped the Doomslayer from its grasp. The two punched and wrestled across the air, as Be'lakor tried getting the Doomslayer in a position were he could cleave him
The Doomslayer saw an opening and dashed toward The Sentinel Battery, and grabbed it…He landed on a rock that was Floating in the air and awaited Be'lakor who dashed towards him. The Doomslayer jumped before Be'lakor could reach him and spun backwards kicking The speeding Be'lakor in the back and pummeled Be'lakor with the Sentinel Battery. The Doomslayer with crucible sliced off the beast wings and left arm and with a blood punch sent Be'lakor flying to a Rock. The Doomslayer quickly landed on Be'lakor by dashing, and with the Sentinel Battery pummeled Be'Lakor face into gore, thirty times did he pummel Be'lakor face each time less recognizable
With a vicious sword strike, the Doomslayer cleaved in half Be'lakor. Forever ending the Master of Darkness and firstborn of Chaos. Samuel Hayden opened a portal across the air and The Doomslayer jumped into it returning back to the Fortress of Doom…He had all the remaining Sentinel Batteries left…it was done. He could reawaken his brothers in arms.
Author Note: Happy New Years to all of you. I heavily apologize for the lack of updates since last year, it's been basically forever since I have even uploaded any of my stories. I hope this chapter (if anyone is still reading this, I'm glad you have stuck around as long as you have). I haven't written much due to my personal life, I work a lot and by the time I get home all I want to do is just sleep since I have to wake up at six and come back at home almost at eleven at night so yeah it's not exactly giving me much energy or mood to write especially on my days off. Either way enjoy