Knight Of Remnant

CHAPTER 1: An Unknown World

Flames flicker upon a dark starry sky. A background once shining brightly, now choked with the flames and screams of battle. A bolt shell flies. Then more do, at frightful speeds that tear up the ground and rip the enemy forces into shreds. Blades clash on the battlefield, each strike and parry a masterclass of skill, a skill only demigods can gain. Space Marines. Astartes. The Angels of Death. They have many names. And they fight on a broken and burnt world.

Those who can see the blurred shapes of the Space Marines as they fight and die on the planet's cracked soil see some of the warriors standing tall and proud in the bloody fray. The Dark Angels. Now reinforced and upgraded with Primaris marines the oldest legion with a returned Primarch who now slice through the enemies of mankind. Their strength and righteous fury only matched by their tactical skill and combat prowess. Their foes seem similar to these warriors however the trained eye notices horns, and other mutations in their blurred shapes and the reek of corruption. Chaos marines, warriors who swear loyalty to The Ruinous Powers, betraying mankind for power. Their souls tainted beyond recognition they fight only for themselves and wield the unnatural powers of the Immaterium.

In the center of the fire and blood wades a green clad Dark Angel wielding a fearsome blade of adamantium, cutting through the Heretics with an unmatched fury.

3rd Person POV

Master Lazarus of The Fifth Company is angry. Two weeks ago, The Dark Angels got word of a Chaos warlord in The Black Legion, Haarken Worldclaimer attacked the imperial agri-world of Cordos with a large sect of legionaries. Seeing a chance to destroy this force The Lion ordered the chapter to strike and strike they did hitting and reclaiming large portions of the world. The Fifth company was placed in the valley in between two mountains, while the Third company was on the mountains firing into the enemy force.

Minutes ago, Lazarus stood behind his lines ordering his forces and making them decimate the enemy force. However, a group of Raptors struck their flank killing two of his six Inner Circle Companions, and throwing his forces into disarray.

A raptor came at Lazarus Lightning claws crackling with energy, Lazarus stepped back gripping Enmity's Edge with both hands as he poised to strike the leaping heretic. The Black Legionnaire slammed his claws into Lazarus, which did little effect as Lazarus' Iron Halo kept him alive, but the traitor was stabbed with Enmity's Edge as soon as he made contact and had a blade jammed into his hearts.

As Lazarus pulled the blade out with a sickening pop another warrior lunged at him before Lazarus blocked the attacked, sidestepped and sliced the warriors' head off.

"I need voxlines open to the Third Company, Ephron!", he shouted to his techmarine as he reloaded his boltgun and shot a flurry of bolt shots into a heretic squadron leader.

"Voxlines will be established in a few moments, brother." A calm voice replied through his helmets, vox.

"Dematrius!", Lazarus barked, "what is the statis on the front lines!"

"We are holding the line, brother master, your strategy is working.", the Chaplain replied.

"I have reached Master Astoran, connecting now.", The techmarine said through the vox.

Lazarus ducked through an attack to an area of cover to converse with the Master. "Astoran", he said "Chaotic forces ambushed my flank, I require artillery support." The stone-faced masters' voice responded "We will aid you; Emperor be praised The Ravenwing and Lion El'Jonson flank the enemy, hold on only a little longer brother.

A heretic rushed at the Master, bolter firing into him, as Lazarus ducked behind a destroyed Rhino before throwing a krak grenade into the enemy soldier and responding with his own bolter fire into the heretic.

He turned and saw his bodyguards masterfully slicing into another squadron with their Calibanite blades. As he stood, Enmity's Edge facing the enemy force him and the surrounding Dark Angels charge the heretical force with fury in their souls and anger in their hearts. Lazurus clashed into an enemy sergeant from the looks of it, and ripped into him, with his blade as a flurry of strikes hit him and his traitorous companions.

As he looked around, he noticed that his warriors finished off the rest and, in the distance, he saw brother Raziel, a member of the Librarius using his warp powers to flay an enemy Chaos Lord. Despite his initial enmity for the librarian due to the number of brothers he had lost to the powers of the warp he had come to respect the warrior during Reis, and soon after.

Turning away from these thoughts he looked up and noticed that the enemy that hit his flank had all but died with the remaining force being cut down by the Thirds artillery or fleeing the battle.

Touching his black carapace, he willed his armour to establish coms with Lieutenant Zachariah on the northern side of the fighting. "Brother, we've repelled the attackers, how go things on your front?"

The vox crackled as a reply came through "We are defeating the Heretics my lord, The Grandmaster of The Ravenwing has routed the main enemy force sire, we have defeated the traitorous vanguard."

"Excellent brother I look forward to seeing you afterwards, you fought well today"

"Thank you master, Zachariah out."

As the silence of the vox filled his Spiritshield Helm he sprung into action using his suit to reach out and see the perspectives of his warriors on the battlefield. Using Brother Interrogator Chaplain Demetrius' sight, he saw the enemy force pressed back on the stone wall and a holo appeared of the battlefield and The Sword Of Caliban, his strike cruiser hovering above the battlefield.

He opened vox lines with his second in command, Demetrius, and said "Any moment now, brother pull back you troops while I arm our missiles.

"Right away sire.", a raspy voice spoke.

"Good", Lazarus responded curtly, preparing to say the word and launch hellfire upon the unsuspecting traitor forces.

Lazarus watched as the Dark Angel lines pulled back from the mountainside and the thick knot of Black Legionnaires howling in victory, thinking that the Dark Angels fear them. "Not in the slightest", Lazarus thinks and he speaks into his helmet one word filled with controlled fury. "Now."

The fire is spectacular as the mountainside erupts in flames the missiles and pre placed explosive doing their job to burn the heretics alive.

Looking around Lazarus sees the battle unfold in front of him and is pleased with the work of his soldiers.

A noise comes from behind him and him and his bodyguards pull out their blades in anticipation for a fight. From the rubble a figure appears, glowing with strange symbols that hurt the eye to look at. One of them being an eight-pointed star. The Dark Apostle stood up his face contorted with anger and a crazed look behind his dark eyes. "You burn my servants", a voice, cold and raspy with anger infusing every dark piece of its eyes. "You dare to fight me Dark Angel, and now I will kill you."

Before Lazarus realized what was happening a screech of warp bourn energy slammed into him and his Inner Circle Companions. Immediately his Spiritshield Helm goes into action forming a balm of protection that kept him safe. He turned to the side and saw his companions turned to skeletons and than dust by the heretical energy of the warp.

While he was protected the force launched him into the warp. He opened his eyes and saw blues, greens and reds and some ungodly colours that seared the mind and burnt the eyes. The pain burnt him and dark creatures whispered in his mind.

Lazarus felt the pain and asked the Emperor for guidance before seeing the pain disappear and be replaced by green trees and blue sky. Slowly the Dark Angel slipped into unconsciousness and was lost in his memories.

Unknown Death World 3rd Person POV

A boy of no more than ten years old walked through a swamp. His hair was long and unkept, matted along his back wearing tatters. He wielded a staff longer than himself stained with blood and guts. His eyes were not that of a child and they held an anger no child should have.

As he glided across the forest and avoided the trees that had poisonous vines, the ground that would suck you to the ground and drown you, and the bushes that covered the forest and that can cause a man to be killed and made into a meal for some animal. The boy was hunting, not for animals, but for the survivors of an army.

Hearing hoot and screams from the north the boy rushed to the noise staff in hand, he crept above the trees, waiting for them to go under his hiding place. The first went underneath and he dropped down and slammed the other boys' head with the staff, spurting blood from his skull, and making the other children move backwards in fear.

They were a group of boys, a few years older than him, each armed with staffs and small knifes or spears. Without any hesitation they rushed at him with pure killing intent. The boy rushed to the side, before ricocheting off a tree and slamming into one before slashing his throat with a piece of jagged metal. Another boy grabs him and pulls him up but he bites his hand allowing him to escape. As he scrambles up, he stabs the one who grabbed him in the chest before knocking two others down into the swampy water. The boys leap on top of him, but he dives under the water escaping their dogpile. He rushes in the swamp before leaping up behind the boys and slamming his staff into one of their skulls, killing him.

Using their confusion, he slit five of their throats before drowning two with the last six standing defensively weapons up staring at the child with newfound anger and respect. This time they slowly moved around the boy. "Stupid," He thought.

He struck the one leftmost of him with his staff taking his spear which he threw into another one of theirs' throat. The last four attacked him without mercy, one of them throwing a shiv that grazed his cheek and the rest pinning him down and moved to slit his throat. He bit the fingers of the one holding his mouth which let him reach a fallen shiv and stab the one about to kill him in the eye.

Using the water as lubricant he slipped out of their gip and jammed the shiv in another boys' chest, between his ribs. The last boy that wasn't injured had a look of complete fear as he looked into the little child's grey eyes. As he ran the child stabbed threw a knife at his throat killing him, before slitting the throat off the boy who's fingers he bit off.

As he salvaged their bodies for anything usable, he heard something drop onto the ground. As he whirled around, staff in hand and saw two giants. "Monsters!" the boy said in his guttural tongue and they looked like monsters. Seven feet tall, covered in robes, with skull masks and a winged blade on their chest. They conversed with each other the boy, standing up, preparing to fight these beasts. They looked at his shaking form and said "Take him." Everything went dark.

Lazarus POV

I awoke, my eyes fluttering open in my Spiritshield Helm. My memories, my infancy before ascension. I brushed these thoughts away. They were not the thoughts of astartes. Not the thoughts of demigods. I looked up at the sky. Dark. When he dropped here it was in the daytime.

I stood up and took inventory of my weapons. My armour was lightly scuffed and scratched. My bolt pistol was hung on my side. Enmity's Edge, Emperor be praised, was in his hands. The grip not loosening on the ancient blade during the transit in the warp.

My vox had no signal. As far as what world this was it was not Cordos. The agri-world had no trees and was more or less destroyed by the attacking Dark Angels, and the occupying Black Legion. The Dark Angels never really cared about the world, as long as they defeated the heretics.

The damned warp must have spat him out upon some random world. Whether this was loyal to the Imperium, heretic or xenos or even an unoccupied planet.

Suddenly I heard a scream coming from the southeastern part of the forest. I rushed through the forest with startling speed, the forest melting behind me as I drew my blade, prepared to slay whatever may threaten humanity.

As I neared the area where I heard the noise a black, wolf like beast lunged at me. I moved to the side and slew the creature, barely breaking my stride. I reach the area where I heard the screams.

I saw a horde of beast-like beings. Some wolf-like and others larger with a vague shape of the bear. Two warriors fought them. Both male from the looks of it. One of them had the ears of a deer and a small tail. Beastman. Mutant. While I did not hate all mutants, such as the Wyverns on Reis, most were heretical and this one seemed to hold no usefulness to humanity.

I will kill him after I deal with the daemons.

Lazarus observed the mutant slammed against a tree by one of the wolf daemons. Despite the impact would have killed a non-augmented individual, the mutant stood back up into a fighting stance before launching a bout of falmes into the daemon killing it. The human used similar powers to slay these foes. Psykers.

Lazarus' hatred seethed within him. Once he killed the daemons and interrogated the psykers, he wound execute them. Readying Enmity's Edge he rushed the bearlike creature with pure killing intent.

He attacked the daemon, blade drawn, and slammed it's hide. The power blade slicing through the bone. With a scream of rage, the beast reared upwards and tried to knock me off, but the He held on pulling myself up and reaching for his bolter. Lazarus pulled the gun out and launch a volley of bolts into the daemons eye, shredding it.

The daemon turned into dust as He pulled his blade out of its corpse. Lazarus sliced a wolf daemon in half before pushing to stab another in the chest.

Five bolts shot out from the bolter. Five dead daemons. Six strikes into the heretical abominations slicing a majority of the creatures in front of him. He rushed the larger daemon striking its legs to topple it. The blade was true and there was a roar of pain that was silenced by a bolt round in its head.

The psykers were disappointing to say the least, despite their powers they were not using them to the extent that most psykers have. Either they were a lower class of psyker or didn't want to use their powers to the fullest. All the easier for him to kill them later on.

A daemon stood before me, its eyes holding more than just anger and hate, but a dark intelligence hiding within it. It was like one of the wolf daemons, only bigger and more armoured. I did not care about that. This is a daemon. I took an oath too fight for mankind and be a loyal warrior of humanity. I had a job to do. I felt no fear as its pack surrounded me snarling, I am an Astartes, I know no fear.

Huntsman POV

Life is usually pretty good as a hunter. Ya know you get sponsorships, save people, you're a hero. So here I Alister and my best faunus friend James go to this village, right and other than the black armoured guy that everyone said was a "protector" everything was fine.

Once we left the village, we and walked down the road we heard scruffles and howls in the distance and rushed over. Could ya guess what we saw? Grimm. Hundreds of em. All attacking the village. Of course we had to save the village, and maybe show that "protector" guy how to get the job done.

Anyway, so here we were fighting these Grimm a horde of them. We pull out our weapons and rush them things are… not going too well. To put it simply there are too many of them. James' aura's almost out after being hit into a tree and I'm more than down.

Then, it happens. This green robot, probably from Atlas, rushes the Grimm and kills like a dozen Grimm in like a few seconds! Now it pulled up its blade, crackling with energy in an attack position between it and an alpha Beowulf with its pack moving around him.

The robot pulled out a weird cone and threw it in front of the Beowulf, then a blast like thunder erupted in front of the Alpha. The explosion rocked the battlefield. The dust clogged the air obstructing our vision. Then screeches. Then more screeches. Grimm dying.

I stop looking, Grimm are attacking, and me and James start fighting them, trying to hold the line.

Lazarus POV

The daemons were disoriented from his krak grenade. He had to be more careful, he only had thirty grenades left. I slashed through them with Enmity's Edge, The Heavenfall Blade ripping through the daemons like steal slices paper.

The larger daemon roared in anger and leapt at him through the smoke, teeth bared and ready to rip my head off. It pins me down, knocking Enmity's Edge out of his hands and onto the ground. It pushes down to strike me; I smell its foul odour through the helmet. Though it does not smell like any other chaos underling I have fought. It matters not, I will defeat them and purify this world one kill at a time.

I strain against its claws as my servos creak and groan as they push the creature up and keep it from ripping him apart. I feel for my bolt pistol on my side grabbing it and pulling it up. Four shots pierce the creature's chest, causing it to roar and loosen its grip enough for me to roll out of its grip towards Enmity's Edge.

I roll and grasp Enmity's Edge, the ancient weapon clutched in my hand. "I am the vessel of the Emperor's fury," I intoned. The creature looked up at me its eyes filled with hate. "I am his wrath manifest". It ran at me, before breaking into a leap it's claws about to rip him to shreds. I stepped to the side right before it hit the ground. I slice its head off with one precise strike. "And by His word will it be fulfilled."

I turn around facing the rest of the daemon, there was still work to do. However, the daemons had been cut down and with the death of its pack leader many were in flight. I raised my blade and bolt pistol, ready to kill every heretic in my way.

Huntsman POV

The grimm didn't know what hit them. A ball of pure wrath slammed into their lines wreaking havoc. Many of them were cut with a blade like butter. Others were blasted into by shots the size of beer cans. A veteran of thousands of wars, and a warrior with no fear. Dust covered the battlefield from the monster's corpses.

At this point I'm pissed, like yeah, he saved us but, he made us seem like we couldn't even handle some Grimm! That and his weird chanting while he killed the Beowulf and Ursa. He is kinda reminding me of the armoured guy in the village. I used my shotgun spear, Venator to kill an Ursa with a few strong shots before using my semblance to launch a volley of lightning blasts into it turning it into dust. James used his Semblance to launch an inferno of flames into the Beowulf, scorching it. If anything, we would just make the robot fight for us.

Lazarus POV

I cut through the daemons killing the last of them. As I reloaded my bolt pistol and turned, wiping Enmity's Edge on my cloak. The mutant looked at me with a look of curiosity. The other psyker looked at me with a look of overconfidence. I pull out my bolter. "Now you will answer my questions, or I will kill you.", I said.

The mutant looked at me with a look of confusion and the human with one of annoyance. They looked at each other and conversed in a strange language. I had heard similar languages when translating texts as Keeper of Unseen Ritual. I changed my language, though my words were thick with an accent. "Answer my questions psykers!", I said.

The psykers looked up, startled. "Umm what's psyker?", the mutant asked.

"I am asking the questions!", I snarled at the heretic.

"Where is the nearest imperial outpost!", There was likely no outpost on this world, judging from the existence of mutants and psykers existing in the open like this, but I wanted to know their opinions on the Imperium.

"Empire? There hasn't been an emperor on Remnant for years.", This time the human answered me.

"Uncontacted planet than", I mulled in my mind. "Where is the nearest settlement than?", I asked coldly.

"Look tin can you can't just point a gun at us and ask questions, OK, in Atlas they probably let you do this but not here!", This time the mutant answered Lazarus.

"Quiet mutant!", I yell into my vox speakers. I ready myself for combat as they will likely attack me soon.

"That's it you robot, my friend is no mutant!", and the psykers charged.

3rd Person POV

Lazarus leapt to the psykers, blade out. He slammed Enmity's Edge into the mutant, slamming it. Surprisingly the mutant, moved and the blade only glanced him. The human shot Lazarus perfectly in the chest. His Iron Halo ripped the shot apart at the atomic level. Slamming into Lazarus the mutant blasted a bout of flames into him.

The energy should have shredded his armour, but The Spiritshield Helm blocked and fizzeled out the strike. Lazarus countered with a downward slice, this time hitting the mutant on the mark. The psyker was knocked down by the force of the strike onto the ground.

The human rushed down, the gun turning into a spear. A ceramite covered fist caught the weapon and sliced it in one sweep of a power sword. The psyker's eyes showed his shock at the space marine's actions.

The mutant rushed Lazarus, grabbing a longsword and pulling it over his head. With a guttural scream he sliced into Lazarus. Despite the blade only doing token damage into the heavy armour Lazarus wore, the psykers became comforted in knowing that they could kill him. Lazarus dodged the next attack grabbing the arm of the mutant. The other psyker launched himself at Lazarus' arm to break the grip on his companion.

The servos in his armoured croaked, as he held up the psykers enhanced strength. They were so concerned with the upper part of his body that the paid no heed to the bolter Lazarus grabbed from his holster. Blasting the mutant's chest, he grabbed and sliced its sword with Enmity's Edge. The mutant flew across the battlefield, hitting a rock. Lazarus smiled under his helmet at the bruises that formed on the creature. Its shield was gone.

The other psyker grabbed his helmet, trying to yank it off him. Lazarus pushed the heretic down, pulling Enmity's Edge over his head to strike the killing blow.

The psyker rolled out of the way, launching lightning into The Master of The Fifth. As the energy of the immaterium washed over the space marine Lazarus remembered the brothers that were killed to this heresy. His first death on Rimerok and the horrors that he had seen heretics commit.

Lazarus opened his eyes, filled with hate and leaped up, slicing the heretic in half and launching a precise bolter shot into the mutant lying on the floor. Lazarus wiped the blood from his eyes, he was done playing with arrogant heretics.

Lazarus POV

As I looked around at the carnage that surrounded me. Looking for a way to reach a human settlement I noticed a dirt road leading through the trees. I looked at the worn path, trying to see where the psykers came from. I noticed footprints coming from the northern part of the path. They looked fresh. I would follow them; it was not as if I had a choice. I was in unknown territory; I needed a lead.

Occasionally the daemons would ambush me on the path, never in groups that were too large, but they derailed me from the path occasionally.

This got me into thinking about the daemons and what they were exactly. They had fought with a mad blindness to them, and though they were no chaos spawn I have ever seen they disintegrated like them. The god they served however was more complicated. I immediately thought that they were Khornite due to their colour and high aptitude for violence.

Any other chaos god would not have made too much sense, after all, Slaanesh, Nurgle and Tzeetch did not have daemons that looked like that.

However, it begged the question on why only Khorne has underlings here. My theory was that these creatures were xenos natives of the world who had fallen to the blood god and had taken to attacking the local inhabitants of this world.

Another possibility that came to my mind was that the place I was going to would be hostile. I did after all kill two people who came from this direction. It would help to be cautious and to scout around the area before I go to it.

Speaking of which this area can be either a military base, civilian settlement, or merely the lodgings of those psykers.

I walked across the barren path, contemplating my situation. Even if I found a friendly settlement, I would need a way to contact my Company. This would hinge on whether the world had something similar to astropaths or interstellar travel.

I simply did not have enough intelligence to make an acceptable plan.

I stopped from my musings as the tracks on the path multiplied. Before only a few footprints were on the ground, and now there were more. I rushed through the forest, cloak billowing behind me.

A village soon entered my sight. It was small, no more than fifty buildings. I slowed my run as I reached the edge of the town.

Pulling Enmity's Edge up in t's scabbard I prepared to be attacked. I had to prepare for violence, the last group of people I met on this world were Heretics.

Looking around the town at the civilians I saw many of the mutants milling around. I tightened Enmity's Edge, perhaps there would be a fight here.

I saw the civilians look up at me in wonder, curiosity and fear. As I looked around for any authority, I can interrogate my enhanced hearing heard a small phrase spoken by a child.

"Just like the protector."

I whipped around and as I looked down at the boy I sensed movement to my left, pulling out Enmity's Edge to face whatever was facing me.

I saw an Astartes, clad in black plate armor, holding a chainsword in one hand and a bolter in the other. He had a cloak covering his Mark III armour. On his chest was a red winged sword.

A word floated up in My mind, a word filled with hate, shame, anger, secrets and recently hope.

One word was all I uttered while staring at what was in front of me.

"Fallen"

Zakariah POV

Five hundred, seventy-three years since the warp shot me into a burnt galaxy, ten thousand years since my world burnt at the hands of my legion. One hundred years since I found salvation and safety on this odd world.

My name is Zakariah of the Storm Wing, I was born on Caliban. Then it was a terrifying world, filled with Great Beasts and warp filled horrors by the hundreds. The very ground wants to rip you to shreds and slaughter you.

I was chosen by the knight order of The Flaming Knights to be a squire for the knights. I passed the trials and became a squire. Then the legion came. These warriors, clad in black and green took the best of us, took me.

I was shaped, molded and given a new purpose, a new cause to fight for. I would be an angel of death, a sword to cut through all who would dare to defy mankind.

I was a demigod slaughtering everyone who defied our Primach, with a fury.

Then Caliban. My homeworld. At first, I was glad to be here, back home in this world. But the heresy happened, I thought the Lion would recall us and fight the traitors to the Emperor. There was nothing though. No word for the Lion.

Nothing.

I did not doubt though, the Lion had his reasons, I would not question them. One day I saw our fleet fly above the world. Our guns fired. Then they fired. Caliban burned.

When I saw my brothers, we were fighting and cutting our way through each other. Thoughts whirled in my head. Who had fired first? Why did the Lion attack us? I lost faith, broke my oaths, killed my brothers.

I saw Caliban heave and break one last time before being plunged into the warp.

Emerging from that hell I found the galaxy a much more different place than I came in. My brothers from Caliban, The Fallen, were hunted by our younger brothers, The Unforgiven, for our crimes on Caliban.

Many years I fought and cut through my brothers in order to survive. Many long years. Over time I found five others like me. Some heretical, others simply lost and others, like me, repentant.

Off the world of Sable our group encountered the Disciples Of Caliban, a Successor Chapter of the Dark Angels and we fled into a warp storm. Like the warp storm all those years ago we landed across this world, a world the locals called Remnant.

Despite the overconfident and haughty psykers that roamed the land and the abhumans the world did not much bother me. The daemons or "grimm" which come in many varieties like ursa, beowulfs, and deathstalkers hardly bothered a warrior of my stature.

About eighty years ago, during a war on this world I found a village assailed by soldiers. Chainsword roaring I leapt into battle, wielding my blade I fended the enemies out of the town, killing most of them.

The townspeople came to see me as a protector of their little home and I warmed up to them. I protected them from grimm, bandits and sometimes rogue huntsmen.

I had an encounter with some hunters. They wanted to be paid more than was agreed upon. I told them to leave the town if the continued threatening the settlers and they begrudgingly agreed to.

I heard chatter appear in the square latter in the day and I went to see what was up.

Then I saw him. A warrior clad in green with a power sword culched in his hand. I new this day would come, that they would find me here. Two words floated up in my mind. They had anger and shame wrapped around them, as well as jealously that I would never become a true Space Marine again.

"Dark Angel."

And that's a wrap! I have been having this idea for a while now and now I could let it grow as a story. So I would like criticism and ideas of how I could do better. I should get an update in by March so about once a month you should expect this to be updated. I am not one of the writers who will answer every question, it just takes space, but if you said something interesting, I will mention it. Anyways see you guys next time.