Emperor

by dominatusimperator


Slaughter

The plan was laid out. First, I would continue purging the foul inhabitants of this village. Then, I would continue and hunt down the planetary leader. Third, I would kill the leader. Fourth, having decapitated the chain of command, both figuratively and literally, I would psychically come in contact with the Imperial fleet. The Imperial fleet contacted, I would await their arrival. One they arrived, I would have the planet bombarded and then invaded. Thus would a new colony become man’s.

I looked around me at the scene of absolute violence. Corpses were scattered about with indiscriminate damage inflicted upon them. Blood seeped into the ground under my gold plated adamantium boots. Entrails and parts of entrails clung to the crannies of my armor. The ichor of the victims of my blade simply dissipated in the fiery energy field of my sword. By my memory, I had already killed fifty. Roughly two minutes had passed since my first arrival.

Something moaned next to my boot.

One of the disgusting horse Xenos was trying to drag itself from me. Both its hind legs had been amputated. I took a moment to observe the specimen. It was mint green, with the mark of a lyre upon its hindquarters. I sensed a strong burst of fear from the Xenos as it realized that I was staring at it.

“P-please,” it wheezed pathetically.

I brought my boot up, and brought it down again. The xenos squealed as it was crushed under my boot. Intestines were propelled explosively from the creatures stomach from the force of impact. A second creature charged me. Amusingly, it was holding a knife. I let the knife impact, just to show the Xenos the inadequacy of its own assault. Then, with a backhanded strike of Worldslayer, I bisected the abomination. One half tumbled into a wall, face contorted into a grimace. It was still alive, but not for long. The second half tumbled to the ground.

I heard a distant voice cry out in insurmountable mental turmoil.

“Carrot!” It screamed.

No matter. I had become acquainted with screams millennia ago. They brought no pleasure, but they informed me of the enemy’s disposition and location. A winged xenos-a pegasi perhaps?-charged me. It met with my fist, which closed around its head. My hands wrapped around the head with ease, comically large though it was. A quick squeeze, and there was no head, simply bloody matter upon my hand. The action was completed with barely conscious thought.

I looked back to my first victim, and noticed that another of the Unicorni was nuzzling him.

“Brother?” it asked, shocked, “Flim?”

I exerted my will. From my hand came a flash of angry light. The live Unicorni went flying striking a wall. A sharp crack issued as its neck snapped. I sensed a burst of the foul Xenos magik coming from within the tree house ahead of me. The winged Unicorni was a powerful psyker indeed. No match myself, naturally. I could sense something, though. A rippling in the warp. There was a sudden pink blur, and one of those Xenos was somehow upon my head.

“Cake attack!” it screamed in a high pitched voice, attempting to smear my eyes with...sweets.

I reached up and wrapped a fist around the creature, throwing it violently into the wall of the tree house. The creature went straight through the wall of the building, sending pieces of paper flying. A book landed at my feet. It was filled with vile runes and instructions for spells. The tree began to collapse from the force of impact. It toppled to the side with a loud thud. This vile placed had to be purged with fire. The pink one got up again. Impossible! This could only be spawn of the warp, as no mortal creature could survive the impact.

“Foul spawn of the Warp!” I roared, “Thine doom has come at our hand!”

There was nothing I hated so much as the foul perversions of the Warp. The ones who had corrupted my sons, and their legions. They were ultimately the ones responsible for the war, the ones who had corrupted the very soul of the Imperium. They were ultimately responsible for all of mankind’s woes, and were the ones who stood in the way of the ultimate purity of our race. They encouraged foul religion and human sacrifices, abhorrent acts that had to be punished with the utmost vindictive vengeance. None would live.

The creature was fast, indistinct, hazy. What was strange despite all evidence to the contrary, was that the creature did not feel like a daemon. It acted like one, it was insane like one, but it did not radiate malice like one. A daemon without malice was no daemon. This was odd to me. I had known the warp all my life. This creature utterly defied all knowledge and understanding. This creature was no daemon despite my prior thoughts.

I sensed a powerful presence behind, and barely dodged a golden beam of light. The presence of this creature radiated in the warp. Its magnitude almost matched Horus, although it lacked the subtle perversion that Horus’s had had.

“Princess Celestia!” I heard the purple Xenos--‘Twilight Sparkle’-- speak, “Thank Faust!”

A white creature, bedecked in gold descended from a golden chariot in the heavens. The creature had both horns and wings. It glared at me with obvious hatred. It looked around at the carnage surrounding us, horror registering in its mind. Still it kept a steely gaze.

In the mean time, the purple Xenos was uttering a continual torrent of speech towards the white creature. Among the words uttered were “immune to the elements”. This statement registered shock in the white being before me. Its eyes narrowed further.

“Why have you done this?” It asked. The voice sounded female.

I did not speak. This creature was an enemy of man. It required no answer. I was the Emperor, I answered to no one. When it became apparent that I was not going to speak, the creature ignited its horn and fired at me. The blast rebounded off of my chest armor, barely scoring it. I sidestepped the next blast, using my own psycic powers to return fire. My first blast hurled her through a wall. She emerged, badly bloodied, hobbling. Fifty plate armored Xenos advanced at me, spears ready.

The first stroke of my sword killed three, sending ichor spurting wildly. Using cross momentum, I crushed the skull of another. Continuing, I caught a thrusting spear. I spun it over my head and killed a further five with it, breaking every bone in their bodies and destroying spear. In my hand, it looked like a dagger. A group of winged Xenos charged me. I purged them with my blade, sending a row of bisected corpses to the ground in a rain of body parts and organs. Several of my enemies vomited openly, demonstrating their weakness. I kicked another one, and it exploded in a welter of gore. A third was trampled into the dirt, becoming one with the ground. When all was done, I was surrounded by corpses, and my armor was covered in gore. Only the top portions were unstained.

I spun, catching the white creature by surprise. Its eyes widened as I brought my blade up for the killing stroke…I hesitated. Why? The creature was to die. By my own decree, all Xenos were to be purged. I sensed something. I was unmoved by the terror that gripped the Xenos, the shock at my lethal prowess. No. Something unholy tainted this place. I turned and looked to the horizon. A red skinned creature stood upon the hill, winged and horned. A bloodthirster.

“Daemon,” I hissed in hatred.

By my side, the white Xenos tried to move away.