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[Thugren]

IT was over, the word bearers had won, at debilitating cost, Fenirs knelt amidst the carnage of the battle in a state of foggy confusion. The Grey knights had come out of know where, appearing in a flash of light, and charging with a force of two hundred strong...

The attack was uprising , but not unaccounted for, the wordbearers had been preparing their soul grinders, and daemon engines with the souls of the native population as they readied for the coming conflict in the gothic sector, but an attack of this scale was unexpected


Silence, silence filled his shellshocked ears, as dead eyes considered the carnage around him. Over fifty wordbearers had lost their lives here to send the souls of the imperials back to the warp....but this quiet..was surreal..errie, something was here with him amidst the carnage...waiting to speak to him...

"who goes there?" fenirs grunted, looking for any signs of the enemy, his grip tightening oh his crozius, "Show yourself!"



"you fed on rage..." A voice, not his own, whispered through his own lips....


Behind him, the high apostate was vaugely aware, of a loud ripping, and the sulfurous smell of the warp hit his nostrils. Heat, Like blazing brass, assaulted him, accompanied by the pungent smell of boiling blood. SOmething had come into realspace behind him, and he had a guess to what it was.

"blood thirster.....Fist of kharnath.." He whispered, forcing his aching legs to stand, turning to face the massive, armour clad bull daemon. "Come to take the skulls from the foes.....take them all...do as your wish..."

With a snort, the bloodthrister shook its head, but said nothing as a dark red tendril of light shot from its chest into the apostates body.

Pain, white hot, filled his mind as a bloody frezy filled his form, the need to rip and tear, the urge to grind and break filled him and he let out a scream to the sky as his body began to puff and expand in his power armour, causing it to creak ominously to contain his growing size.

"You fed on excess..." Another voice whispered , through his clenched lips, and another loud rip could be heard behind him.

The sounds of lust, contourted bodies , violent sex, screaming cries, filled the air, as a heady smell of perfume and bodies appeared behind the convulsing apostate.

"keeper...of secrets...." Fenirs managed to gasp throug his bodies spasms, falling to one knee with a harsh grunt, there was a loud screech, as his arm swelled to monsterous size, rupturing his terminatour plate with a terrible screech. Before he could speak, another beam, dark puple , shot from the beasts smoothe chest, as it considered him with a sarcastic grin, and it licked its lips hungrily as even more pain wracked his alreday convulsing body, pulling a ecstatic cry from his lips.

The world was spinning, his eyes burned with pain , as the dark black pupils, the only symbol of his geneology from nostromo, grew bloodshot, before being supsumed by a deep, endlellsy purple iris.

Sickening pops and cracks could be heard as his legs cracked and snapped, his spine contourted and expanded as his body began to swell with strength and power, but the pain was incredible, it would consume his mind, and leave nothing , the pain would take him and he would be lost to this world, just a bit more and the pain would....

"be meaningless...to one that has fed on death" A new voice whispered, its voice deep and malignant, from his lips, and once again, there was another loud rip, and the agonising cries of the stricken filled his ears.


Entropy and decay filled his nostrils , as he managed to focus long enough to see the new daemon that had surrounded him. " Great....unclean one.." He managed to gasp , looking upon the massive daemons bloated girth in awe , as it pulled its bulk to coincide with the other three daemons of the pantheon.

As if on que, a green light shot from the center of the great beasts gut, striking alongside the other three beams of light, sending the apostate face first into the ground in convulsions.

Every muslce and tendon screamed in agony as the apostate writhed and frothed on the bloodsoaked earth. The mortal notion of pain no longer applied to him, his entire being was wreathed in the flames of the warp, it would claim him soon and this pain would be over..

"I have not woven that fate for you.." a voice , more powerful than the others intoned, causing the other three daemons to stagger back for a moment as the presence made itself known.

Unlike the other daemons, fenirs was aware of no rip in thee fabric of realspace, as he searched around for the changers pantheon, only to find a small woman staring up at him.

"you are mine....Fenirs, for now, and for eternity..." THe woman intoned , touching a small hand over his face in a suprisingly tender gesture, but an instant later it wasnt a woman standing there, it was a massive avian daemon, its fathomless black eyes, considering him. "YOu are blessed....by the panteon.....But you ARE MINE!" In a suprising show of brutality the visage of tzeench lifted him from his feet and held him by the throat...

The other daemons stood in shock at the avatar of tzeench made its proclamation, unable to speak because of the powerful binding magics theyd placed to bind themselves to the apostates frame, they watched in terror as their individual forms began to flake and deterioriate, wasting away in the seconds since the lord of changes arrival. within momeents nothing stood on the battlefield, but this lord of change, and the helpless apostate..

"Youve risn to daemon hood my champion...you will fight for eternity. YOur deeds have earned you that, but my master could not allow the others to have you, he has great plans for you.."

"p....Plans?" fenirs managed to sputter, looking into the avian daemons soulless eyes. " what plans..."

For just a second, the avatar of tzeench grinned , showing him rows and rows of teeth, "You will never comprehend our master.....simply obey, and beleive that he has a plan for you.....your legacy begins in the gothic sector...." It whispered, as a dark blue light shot from its chest into fenirses , "Rise champion...rise and claim your masters power..."

As it let go of fenirses throat, he felt a rush of knowlege flood his mind, spells,incantations, prescience, lies, halftruhes, tactics, stories, all rushed into his mind at once, pushing aside all mortal thoughts for one blessed second of understanding.

Now he understood, He had ascended to daemon hood, he had finally acheived what so many strove for, earned his place in immortality. The great deciver had allowed the other chaos powers to mold his body with their strength, but banished them before their masters could lay claim to his spirit, the deceiver had planned this since...

"the very moment of your birth." the Lord of change answered, finishing his thought, "Before your birth on nostramo, this has been your fate fenirs... " a feral grin spread across its face at this considering him now with amused eyes.

Turning away from the daemon fenirs stumbled to a nearby creek, landing on his knees in the frigid water. In the distubed water fenirs saw his new likeness, the snarling avian visage of a daemon looked back at him, and it steeled his resolve. "Let us wage war in his name.." fenirs whispered, feeling his bodies strength returning. "let us leave the Gothic sector wreathed in flame'

At this the lord of change grinnined and nodded, "let us see if you can make good on that promise..." and with that, the daemon vanished in a puff of smoke

To be continued, got bored, let me know what you think!

[CruciasNZ]

You should have entered this in the competition bro!

[Thugren]

i just write to write its not good enough lol, just ran with noxes daemon price he made for me

[Brother White]

Nice job, cool to read some chaos stuff on here.

Sent from The Righteous Truth, Battle Barge of the Third Company of the Crimson Fists

[Kite Arca]

Wow nice! Good job!

[Armoured Priest]

Damn tzeentch.
Good story man.

[Thugren]

Lol would you have preceded of fallen to khorne?

sent from the gothic sector