The term “Daemon” was a mere technicality, a term owing more to religion than to reality. But while I had expunged religion from every corner of my Imperium, I could never truly remove terms such as “angel” or “daemon”. Even while I remove every last vestige of superstition from human society, they continued to insist on referring to the Astartes as “angels of death”. Calling the neverborn “daemons” only played into it.
But “daemon” was only a word, a connotation. It had no real religious significance. It was just a name. If anything, it was a name far more accurate than “neverborn”, for the denizens of the warp were constantly being born. Since my son, Horus, fell to their malign grip, they had become increasingly common. There was a twinge of sadness to this. Horus was my favourite son, and he had been too weak.
There are many kinds of daemon. Tzeentch has the Lords of Change, perfidious creatures that rely on trickery to win, much like their master. Nurgle’s greatest children are known as Great Unclean Ones, and they spread filth and vermin wherever they go. Slaanesh (the bitch), posses the Keepers of Secrets, hermaphroditic manifestations of pure perversion. They attest to how decadent the Eldar truly were. This particular daemon was a Bloodthirster, a favoured son of Khorne, the blood god. They were perhaps the most dangerous of all daemons, feeding and gaining strength from blood.
I strode towards the howling daemon, blade Worldslayer clenched firmly in my fist. I could feel the warp turbulence pouring off of the daemon. The Xenos obviously felt it too, because they immediately fell into an orgy of violence and bloodshed. Weak minded creatures have a tendency to fall with greater ease to chaos. This was partially why I made a point of exterminating primitive Xenos such as these ones.
“Anathema,” the daemon growled the pet name that his masters kept for me, “Have you come to face your death?”
I almost smiled at the sheer ridiculousness of the daemon’s arrogance. My death? I had singlehandedly fought the Four Gods of Chaos for millennia. In the warp, I might add. It is worth noting that the Chaos Gods are not, in fact, gods. Rather, they are simply the most powerful of their kind. It is also worth noting that they manifest in a physical sense in the warp, and that they are vulnerable to human-like emotions. Including lust. Khorne still hates me even more than even Tzeentch after I caught him with Slaanesh during one of my psychic raids on his realm. It is worth noting that this was extremely disturbing, since Slaanesh is a hermaphrodite, and covered in tentacles. I believe a subsect of the Asiatics referred to this as “hentai”.
I will not elaborate regarding my feelings on that particular subject.
“No, bloody one, I have not,” I replied to the daemon’s query, "thou hast."
The daemon was a red-skinned monster of both claw and fang. It possessed brazen armor made of bronze. Clutched in its hand was a sword that wept blood. Its eyes glowed with a crimson fire, like its master’s. A chain of skulls hung around its neck, among other totemic fetishes. Great leathery wings spread about its back, giving it the look of a giant bat. Rage boiled from the creature.
Behind me, I heard screaming and the sound of blood squirting from opened arteries. The daemon seemed to be basking in the bloodshed its presence was creating. I knew that the violence was feeding it. The white Xenos was still resisting the madness with all her might, and she had backed a safe distance away from my blade. I could feel fear resonating from her. No matter. I would deal with her later.
Now, it came to a standoff, staring at each other, daring the other to move. The standoff lasted roughly half a second. The daemon struck first, its massive blade lashing out to cut me in half. I jumped back, ducked under another blow, and promptly hacked at the daemon’s arm. The blade, forged by my own hand, bit deep. The daemon screamed in agony as Worldslayer began to burn away layers of its unnatural skin. The blade was anathema to the warp born, just as I was. Blood poured from the open gash in the daemon’s arm.
I withdrew the blade, and sidestepped around a clumsily aimed backhand that nevertheless would have removed my head. These daemons were strong. One of them had broken Sanguinius’s back at the beginning of the Betrayal. He hadn’t fully recovered from it by the time Horus had reached Terra. He had pleaded with me to let him go, and against my better judgement, I did. Sanguinius died at Horus’s hand.
I struck my blade through the bloodthirster’s chest, black, foul blood sprayed from the wound. It smelled like rot mixed in with copper. That last blow had made it angry.
“I will flense you alive, Anathema!” It screamed, “I will eat your bones and drink your blood! Then my father will be pleased with me!”
The ground shook, and blood rained from the heavens. Bloodstorm. That was not good. The bloodthirster would imbibe itself on the blood. It would grow strong from it. Of course, it took time to imbibe blood. Time I spent decapitating the daemon with my sword.
A primal psychic death scream echoed in my mind as the beast collapsed to its knees, black blood spraying wildly in the air, creating a small waterfall down the hill. The creature’s head continued screaming, even as it rolled away. Purple warpflame consumed the creature, and it sank into the earth, continuing to scream the whole way.
I heard the white, winged Xenos screaming as well. I could well imagine why. The death scream had exerted enough psychic pressure to kill many of the lesser Unicorni. Some of their heads had literally exploded from the violence of the primal howl. The town was completely awash with blood, every square inch was coated with it, and there was a variable stream of the crimson vitae. Brain matter flecked the streets, and organs lay scattered about like the twisted play of a demented child. It was hard to distinguish between the one’s I had killed, and those that had been killed in the blood rage.
Several of the survivors were weeping in complete and utter horror. I perceived that all of them were the ones who had fired the rainbow-colour lance of warp energy at me. They all seemed injured in some way, save for the pink abomination. The cyan one had a large gash in its wing. It seemed panicked as the wing refused to respond to it. The yellow one lacked a leg. It would likely only take a few minutes for it to bleed out. The white, highborn Unicorni, was missing its horn. The orange one was missing part of its face, and blood pooled around its unconscious form. The innards of the purple Xenos that possessed both horn and wing had been opened to the air. This unfortunate remained conscious and in agony.
The white Xenos, which had proven to be their leader, glared balefully at me. This glare failed her as I strode towards her and the other Xenos, blade in hand. Her eyes filled with fear, not for the first time that day. I raised my blade, and...
I'm all for choice B. Ruination!
Suffer not the xenos to live.
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I vote for this option.
It is (sadly) impossible to verbally smackdown ponies if they're already dead, so, option B.
A
Verbal Smackdown
So option B
Extermination! Purge the unclean!
Exterminatus!
This is full on healthy Emperor, right? He can probably power fist the planet.
B, would get boring otherwise.
I am... conflicted ... I love the Emperor... But I also love the ponies! Lord please spare them! Know that I serve you Emperor, but can these ponies not be made to serve the Imperium. Look at them and this world. It has much in common with Old Earth. I will follow you l Lord what ever you choose.
I say leave them to live or die, The Emprors time is better spent elsewhere.
As fun as it is to kill the ponies, that would bring this story to a quick end... so bring on the world shattering....
I'd have to say the second option appeals to me, if only because having the Emperor prove he is the best while they live in agony appeals to me.
Gloria Imperator!
Option B
Option B.
FOR THE EMPRAH!
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The Big E would just teleport Sly Marbo to his side tell him "Kill Marbo! Kill the xenos"
Anyway I say option B ... For now
Choice B.
I'm sorry. The choices weren't clear. Allow me to rephrase them, just to alleviate misunderstanding.
A: Geoncide.
B: Mercy. And Genocide. In equal measure.
4463653 Yes, but dialogue and slaughter can be more amusing than simple slaughter.
4463672 Also, that avatar is awesome.
B, obviously. Of course, option A does sound nice... Maybe later in the story?
4464045 Genocide is going to be in the story, definitely. The voting just decides what the Emperor kills and when. Also, verbal asskicking.
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Ooh, I like verbal asskicking!!!
4464196 Don't we all?
Fun fact: For me the voting has already ended, as it is the 29th of may for me.
4462778 I dont think he would risk it. Last time Sly Marbo pissed on someone, Nurgle was born.
'Tis a difficult choic- I choose B.
Genocide means a quick end to this story, so spare her and go for option A!
4464491 Sorry. I should have added Pacific Standard time. I forgot about time zones. Earth should have a unified time system.
4466204 Then the french would have one less thing to complain about, and they'd instead complain about the lack of things to complain about. Do YOU want that hell to become a reality?
4466214 The French? There is a reason there are no French people in 40k. The Emperor got tired of their whining.
4466241 Or they ascended to become the gods of the whinge, a realm powered by whining.
4466243 Heh.
as far as i know the Emperor only exterminated xenos that were either a threat to humanity or had done humanity wrong in the past and he has even let xenos species live if there useful like the Jokaero so i think he should spare the ponies
4466294 The Jokaero are still cannon? I thought Games Workshop got rid of them along with the squats!
4466326 no the Jokaero still exist there in the grey knight codex
4466326
the Eldar are another of those races left to live.
Seriously, had the legions attacked them en-masse they would have wiped them out. they were useful to a point.
the Jokaero still exist, but really on in story, they aren't that useful in tabletop matches.
alos, this is an interesting take on an edit. the last take on the chpater wasn't bad.
DO GENOCIDE
4536585 Sorry, but you're several days too late for voting.
FOR THE LOVE OF FUCK AND HaS, MORE.
A daemon appears and starts killing her subjects. Then daemon then calls the Emperor "Anathema" and the Emperor kills it. She then has the gall to glare at the Emperor. That she hates the Emperor despite the fact that a horror from hell itself calls him the Anathema is proof that she is wicked and in need of purging.
Oh, and B. for now. After all, Celestia's hate is understandable. She is a pacifistic, cowardly xenos pony princess. To have a feeble, childish mind is to be expected from the alien. The Emperor should give them a chance. A good gesture on his part would be to use his near omnipotence to heal the injured ponies (well, the ones who aren't already dead). Basically, the Mane Six. Of course, if they bitch about him killing ponies, point out that daemons call him "the Anathema", so what does that make the ponies for attacking him (besides stupid)?
Who knows? Maybe he will bring all of the slain ponies (even the ones he killed) back to life. He is certainly more than powerful enough to do that.
Yeah, neither of those options would happen. Unicorn telekinesis is broken, pegasi can alter weather and summon lightning at will, and earth ponies are significantly stronger than even elite mechs, depending on the pony.
Their magic is much much more powerful, and they have on hand four goddesses and a god, two of which can move planetary bodies with no effort, one of which can completely control another’s emotional state at will and one that can alter all of existence on a whim while simultaneously being invincible to all harm.
This story gives me a
might I add, Celestia is so far beyond a Bloodtthirsters in power that she would be completely un-affected by it's presence
Sounds like something from TTS.