Butchery, Gore and Slaughter on Sortiarius
Sortiarius was a daemon world dedicated fully to the Tzeentch the Lord of Change and bringer of many gifts and mutations to his followers but also knowledge and arcane mastery. The planet was home to the Thousand Sons and they're fallen Primarch Magnus The Red. Many abhumans, cultists and traitor Astartes of random warbands roamed around the hellish warp world. Tizca once a beautiful, pure and majestic city had been deformed to match the equally hellish world; it was now a deformed, wretched and malevolent city held by the grasps of Lord Tzeentch and his powerful and mighty sorcery which had doomed Magnus.
Tzeentch since the fall of Placentia had been observing the Marine more keenly, his actions, his will and power. Tzeentch for a moment put the Marine around the power of Kaldor Draigo or perhaps lower but as the Marine led his slaughter against Chaos the more he grew wary of his blade for it like the Anathema's killed Chaos Daemons permanently. It was a danger to the great game and to the long war.
Just when they had the Imperium and Galaxy where they liked it, the Thirteenth Black Crusade led by Abaddon the Despoiler had caused the Cicatrix Maledictum to split asunder the Galaxy in two. It was all perfect. But Roboute Guilliman returned, and his Indomitus Crusade with him and now this Marine who had slayed billions of Daemons of the other three gods. Tzeentch was not going to allow any instructions on the great game; this unplanned card was not accounted for and must be crushed like the insect it was and made to suffer as the Emperor before him for daring to oppose them.
The Four Gods of Chaos, the Dark Masters of Chaos, liked the universe as it was. They loved it ever since Old Night when Mankind's federation collapsed the galaxy was in flames and anarchy and death reigned supreme in those years. But then the Emperor arose to restore the order of Mankind and now this creature, why would they want to restore the delicious order the galaxy was.
The Dark Gods loved the death, slaughter, plague, misery and hedonism the galaxy was embroiled in, it fed it. 'I LIKE THIS WORLD!' The Dark Gods in unison echoed they're dark and dreadful voices across the warp. They liked as it is and no one neither the Emperor and his armies or this marine, is going to change that no matter how much they try.
Tzeentch knew the Marine was making his way to Sortiarius, unlike his fellow rival Gods he was not going to allow the Marine to slaughter his great champions and throw them like fodder. He was not going to risk Magnus or Ahriman to die in a hopeless fight against the Marine. Sortiarius to even be invaded one needed to have a powerful army as the planet was full of wards, enchantments and other foul sorcery to protect it. As a Khornate Berzerker would say it's pathetic and cowardly sorcery. But The Marine had plenty of that and a superior will
He just left his cultist and some Daemons to defend his world. The other Gods so graciously and for a moment decided to aid him, Slaanesh and Nurgle had a bitter hatred and wrath against the Marine they had they're reasons to hate him. Slaanesh was rejected by the Marine and its pride was wounded heavily and now only wanted its death, Nurgle was angry for the death of so much of his "grandchildren" and unlike Khorne who only wanted a legendary slaughterfest and had no more reasons to aid or even hatred against the Marine in fact the monomaniacal deity enjoyed the slaughter the Marine waged against his own daemons.
Tzeentch was going to use the other Gods forces as fodder, Tzeentch had no intention of risking his elite forces. Tzeentch was going to use the sorcery of Sortiarius to trap the Marine and collapse Tizca on him and a great moon and seal him and move the planet far away from any who could even open it. Even with the Cicatrix Maledictum allowing the baleful power of the Warp to flow the ritual would be hard to do it needed a lot of blood and death to siphon the symphony of death into the ritual, Kairos Fateweaver would do the ritual and then escape before the Marine would rise again.
Tzeentch only had to win with this play the other Dark Gods lose more forces and champions while he loses minimally and keeps his elite forces alive no need to sacrifice Magnus or Ahriman or any more marines of his then necessary he will be the dominant God once all is said and done. The other three are too engulfed by they're desires and wrath and urge to see his master plan yet obvious if they decide to think for a moment if they ever do for that manner
The Praetor Suit radiated its argent power with a bright red hue as if all was corrosive and needed to shield the Doomslayer from whatever environment this planet had that made it so deadly. Samuel noted that the warp was very strong and it radiated baleful energy through everywhere causing his own maps to jam every once in a while. They're was foul and evil magic at play that held an iron grasp upon this world; it was entirely marred by evil far more than the three other planets where he destroyed the armies of those hellish abominations. He held his crucible with his two hands, it was good to engage enemies with it, he hadn't done it in a while for he had been separated from his sword for so long but his guns more then made up for it and so did his fists
He made his way to the only visible city from afar where he was, there was much desert surrounding him, hellish wastes of radiating power. The city from afar were monstrous spires that touched the sky. The battery was held high up into the skies, he looked around. The planet felt quiet but it was not he could feel as if the Dark Gods were only preparing to strike when he least expected it. He sprinted toward the city, his heavy steps shaked the ground and scorching the wastes. Till he made it to an impasse from a large mountain that looked flat from afar but seemingly sprouted from nowhere
'ATTACK!' The Doomslayer heard a demonic bellow, he looked up and saw more of the red and brass armored marines and they were in mass. The marine over the mountain had his brass horns branded in malevolent symbols of Khorne. The chain-axe of the World Eater howled and thirsted for blood and if it wouldn't be sated now it would take the skull of its owner. 'FOLLOW ME TO THE SLAUGHTER!'
The World Eaters charged by the dozens they wanted bloodshed and as the ring leader said to the slaughter. The Crucible's radiant hue of holy fire was like the sun and the brazen knuckles of the Doomslayer held the handle tight, he didn't need to engage the Marines directly for now. He pulled the BFG-9000 and launched a shot. The sky overhead turned a lovely emerald hue as gore flew down and the chain-axes and melee weapons fell down by the dozens.
He felt a world-shattering quake that shook the hellish world. The Doomslayer looked to his side and mountains were raised to surround him. He didn't have time to humor the so-called Gods, he gave a mighty leap that cracked the earth beneath him. He saw from all sides he would have been assaulted. He saw the three armies of daemons he had faced before and they were in mass and with wrath they gazed upon him. And from afar he saw other Daemonic creatures he had not seen and they were less, he presumed this was the domain of another god, one of sorcery or something similar and of trickery and deceit.
For a split-second he thought and decided the purple emblazoned fools were the first to be slaughtered by his hands and rewarded by the death of the Crucible. The depravity, degeneracy and horror he saw in Placentia were heavy on his mind; they were the worst of the Daemons he had faced, unlike the red ones who simply slaughtered and at least made it quick. Those pleasure-ridden fools enjoyed prolonging much more the suffering of the innocent, they were all wicked creatures of evil and deserved his wrathful blade some were just slightly worse then the others
The Doomslayer landed upon an Emperor's Children. His boots carved the Marine's skull, crushing the rest of his body under his weight, blood and gore drenched the armor of the Doomslayer. The earth shook beneath him as the momentum of the fall turned into gore. The surrounding marines, crushed and drenched blood metal and weapons flew over the Doomslayer.
He wasted no time and dashed to meet the degenerates head on. There were many Daemons and Marines, the bolter fire bounced off his armor like the buzz of annoying insects that needed to be squashed and so did the pathetic spells they launched against his armor. It was blessed and by the eons had become a holy item due to all the Demons he had slain in his righteous and never ending crusade to kill them all
'RETREAT THIS IS NOT THE PLEASURE I WAS PROMISED' Shouted an Emperor's Children from behind the lines of slaughter, as he fled and trampled and pushed his allies from afar but close limbs and helms flew over as blood pour down like rain and the howls and screams got worse. The lines broke and the Doomslayer who blitzed through them like a knife through cake rewarded the coward with a slash from the crucible forever ending his whining
Blades, shots and lashes hit the armor of the Doomslayer; it did not do much to him and most of it bounced. And whatever damage he took was negligible. An Emperor's Children charged from his left and hailed a storm of bolter rounds to the Doomslayer vizor as another charged and launched a punch from his right. The Doomslayer cleaved in half the marine to left with a simple slash, and catched the arm of the Emperor's Children marine and punched his face off. More charged at him as he continued his slaughterfest with limbs and blood raining down and the rivers of blood that he left in his wake started to form beneath his boots drenched in the fallen.
A Keeper of Secrets used her foul sorcery to try to kill the Doomslayer, it was a charged and obscene ray of psychic power. It caused the Doomslayer to be thrown afar, warp storms were getting tense over Sortiarius as the baleful power of the Warp empowered the Daemonic Legions. And the Doomslayer was feeling it as if the Dark Gods were throwing they're power to finally slay him and put an end to his crusade.
But it was eternal and he knew no fear. The Doomslayer willed himself with adamantium will and lifted himself up as the psychic barrage's rays intensified and enchanted bolter rounds blasted him constantly. He pulled the Unmakyr and launched mismatched shots in all directions and used the crucible as his shield, it started absorbing the psychic power. It burned and radiated like an intense solar flare and he reflected the blast causing the Keeper of Secrets to be flown back.
He wasted no time and leapt, landing the crucible on to the wretched creature's chest and sliced upwards causing the head to split in half. He launched shots without looking from the Unmakyr killing the lesser warp forms and harming the others. North and South he launched his siphon grenades which blasted apart the lines.
The more and more came as he started seeing the Nurglings and Plague Marines charge at him. He slammed the head of a daemonette with the pommel of the Crucible exploding its head, twenty more got close. He blasted four apart which were near the shooting distance of the Doomslayer. The Daemons eyes glowed of the respective color of they're gods.
The skies above became darker as thunder roared and a dreadful purple marred the already hellish skies. The Doomslayer a Lord of Change from above snatched the Doomslayer and launched him upwards as the marines shot the Doomslayer from above
'Lord Tzeentch is displeased with your arrival marine. You were not planned and are only ruining the Great Game but after this he will thank you after he kills you' The creature which could be described as a giant blue anthropomorphic bird with large wings and a radiating presence of the warp said, its talons were razor sharp and it's wings a disgusting and always moving mass of tentacles pretending to be wings.
Its voice was dreadful yet scholarly at the same time but it was clear had the Doomslayer been a normal man it would have driven him insane due to all the many echoing voices that were one but none speaking at the same time. It held an ever changing staff that shifted between practical and impractical each time it shot a powerful spell. It placed its claws on the Doomslayer once more and kicked him upwards and dashes once more and kicked him again, it used fire and thunder to strike the Doomslayer from afar and kept its distance.
The crucible and unmakyr fell off the Doomslayer hand and he was about to grab them before a mighty and concentrated blast of pure warp energy blasted him off. Two small flying and hellish creatures that were like goblins but blue and with an expression that could be described as a ghost's expression plastered on their body emerged from the Lord of Change's tried grabbing the unmakyr and crucible but it scorched they're hand and it fell off. They roared in pain and used they're sorcery to suspend the weapons.
The Lord of Change changed its beak to a mouth and smirked. 'Trophies for my lord' It spoke, it lifted its meek arms and channeled baleful energy as its eyes glowed and shot a spell that caused a massive dreadful and changing blue across the world. The very air around the Doomslayer became like an ever changing scene of hazardous elements and time breaking for a split second as a small rift formed around.
The howling and growling masses were silent for a moment. They were unsure if the Marine was dead, three times they heard he was close to being slayed yet he remained. But they trusted in the great power of the Dark God and any who denied it would be rewarded with a chain ax to they're skulls or worse. The opposing forces of the Gods all eyed each other and the great game continued. Especially the forces of Khorne they felt robbed of the greatest battle
A Bloodthirster flew to the Lord of Change, anger and a wrath to rival Angron's calmest day was in his eyes. 'YOUR FOUL SORCERY ROBBED OF AN HONORABLE BLOODSHED WITH THE MARINE, YOU STOLE HIS SKULL FROM ME!" The Bloodthirster bellowed as he raised his black daemonic blade to the Lord of Change.
The Lord of Change scoffed as he retreated slowly and placed his staff in a guard pose. 'I did you a favor, fool. I killed the greatest threat to our lords and avenged your foolish brother An'ggrath. But what can I expect from a creature bred from the wrath of a monomaniacal deity like Khorne' The Lord of Change mocked the Bloodthirster, he laughed maniacally at the opposing Greater Daemon
The Bloodthirster roared in wrath and slashed with all his might his blade but it was barely blocked by the Lord of Change's staff. 'YOU ROBBED ME OF CLAIMING A WORTHY SKULL! I SHALL TAKE YOUR'S AS A PRIZE THEN. YOU PATHETIC AND SCHEMING SORCERERS ROBBED THE FOLLOWERS OF KHORNE SUCH GREAT BLOODSHED!' The Bloodthirster roared with great hate as he slashed the wing off the Lord of Change, a disorganized slaughterfest occurred down below them. The Great Game awaited no one and only those cruelest and vicious and cunning endure to weed the useful and chosen from the lesser. The Lord of Change laughed it off as another wing grew
The Lord of Change slapped with the staff the Bloodthirster and launched many spells as it flew away from the relentless Greater Daemon of Khorne which wished to claim another worthy skull, but the brass armor of the Daemon was resistant to such sorcery it gave no quarter to the Lord of Change. Eight slashes slashed the staff in half causing a great explosion of uncontrolled warp power to knock afar the two, the Bloodthirster recovered first and punched the Lord of Change three times and squashed its waist and stabbed many times its chest. 'YOUR SKULL IS BARELY WORTHY OF BEING OFFERED TO KHORNE' The Bloodthirster howled almost laughing in its daemonic voice of wroth
The Lord of Change saw in an instant the head of the Bloodthirster be ripped in half as gore flew all over with the gore falling on the Lord of Change's face. The Greater Daemon was dead. The second after an ear drum slaughtering explosion of many ever changing colors lit the sky as the warp dissipated across.
The Doomslayer had shut the warp rift with his bare hand and moved to kill the Bloodthirster so fast the rift just was able to show its aftermath. The Doomslayer visor was glowing red eyes, radiating a hue that was like smoke. The Lord of Change watched in horror as the Doomslayer raised his fist with the doomblade out, the Lord of Change was far too weak after the several stabbing from the Bloodthirster.
The Doomslayer repeatedly stabbed in the face the Lord of Change, the Doomslayer changed the face of the Lord of Change into a mess of gore and blood all over with the eyes dangling to the dead creature's chest. He ripped its heart out and squashed it and tore the body in half. The Doomslayer's armor had been cleared from all the blood he was bathed in by the explosion, but with these fresh kills it had drenched him once more they (Daemons) needed to be reminded he was not going to stop until he killed them all and no matter were they hid in the dark corners he would find them and slaughter them all
The Doomslayer killed the two creatures and retrieved his weapons. He would use them later, he wanted to use his fists and legs. He grew tired of using the Crucible and Hell-Breaker but considering his battles had been in open terrain they were more viable then the Shotgun or Chaingun.
He pounced over a Keeper of Secrets and ripped in half its head, like a shaken soda can blood sprayed over the Doomslayer. He jumped to meet more depraved Slaaneshi warriors. He ripped the guts off an Emperor's Children and whence he was done he ripped in half the marine and punched off the head of a charging cultist who thought it had a chance against the Doomslayer.
He stabbed in the eyes a daemonette and gouged its eyes, eight more Daemons came to him he lifted the daemonette and crushed its head and threw the foul creature alway. He did a jump kick to the main daemon charging hitting its stomach, once his boots stopped the ground it had a hole in its stomach. The two Daemons who just noticed the Doomslayer was next to his side eyed him and panicked, with his two arms he did an arm choke and exploded they're head with the eyes popping off.
More charged but the attacks were parried or dodged, he gave a punch to the ribs of an upcoming Emperor's Children from the front causing a massive shockwave of argent energy to vaporize the nearby enemies and wound the far away ones. The Doomslayer ripped and teared his way as he kept dashing and blasting into pieces whatever whining abomination found itself in his way. When normal paces were given he trampled the Nurglins like the annoying insects they were.
A Great Unclean One found itself in the way of the Doomslayer, the hideous and obese creature could barely gargle out a slow and dimwitted response as the Doomslayer jumped over it and gouged its brains out and tore in half its skull, at this point the Nurgle forces had already catched up with they're Slaaneshi brethren
Foul mucus and snot fell from the open mouth of the stomach of the Great Unclean one poured down causing some disgust to the Slaaneshi warriors (save those even more depraved who enjoyed it) and to the fear of the surrounding Nurglings. The chainsaw of the Doomslayer roared and slashed into nice bits of gore the Daemons who spout foul curses and equally dangerous spells and bolter fire. He kicked the head of a Daemonette and with a spin kick slayed many more
He clinched a Keeper of Secrets and slammed the creature into the ground and slashed its face and gouged its eyes out, The Doomslayer grabbed the lower jaw of the creature ignoring the repeated and useless and desperate stabs of the Keeper of Secrets. He gripped the jaw and tore it apart with the teeth and spit flying all around, the Doomslayer quickly smashed the head of the creature unleashing the same effect the blood punch produced causing the Keeper of Secrets body to turn into pieces. He took out the Ballista and used the Destroyed Blade modification for this instance.
Twelve shots he launched tearing in half many daemons, torsos and legs were on the ground soon to be trampled by the incoming horde which made the bodies into mush of blood. The Doomslayer changed to the Arbalest modification and shot from afar the eyes of eight incoming bloodthirsters from the sky, they fell down crashing on the further hordes killing many. It was going to be a long battle and by the time it would be done the planet would be an ocean of blood and with isles of gore floating around