Chapter 9 (Part 1)
A Darkness in the Forest;
Or, Adam and Spike vs. the Dark Eldar
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“You can sound the alarm, you can call all your guards,
You can fence in the yard, you can pull all the cards.
But I won‘t… back… down, oh no;
I won‘t… back… down, oh no.”
-”Won’t Back Down”, Eminem
“That night was the most fun I had in years.”- The Emperor, joking on the subject of the Ponyville Raid
“There’s a reason why our kind won’t go back without an entire army; Dragon Space-Marines. Let me repeat myself here; Dragon Space-Marines. Creatures that breathe fire and live in volcanoes upgraded into the deadliest weapons the Eldar ever face. Need I say more?” -Archon Bardock, sole surviving Kabalite of the Equestria War
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Day 5 of Equestrian War
11:30 P.M.
Outskirts of Ponyville
Despite the war that raged across the planet, the town of Ponyville still slept peacefully under a starry -if explosion-filled- night. It was so tranquil that nopony bothered watching the Everfree Forest. Nopony watched the misty outskirts of the forest, or saw as tall, lanky figures began slowly creep their way out. The tiny village, which was in the center of Alliance-held territory, had no need of protection from Orks, and thus was completely defenseless for when the Dark Eldar came to town.
The cabal of thirty druchii snuck into the shadows of town, one of which noticed a peculiar white rabbit tapping on a nearby window. Faster than the blink of an eye, the vampiric alien drew a small pistol, firing a few monomolecular shurikens into the lapine’s skull. No more Angel Bunny.
“Conserve your ammo, you witless worm!” The leader of the group hissed. “There are Mon-Keighs around here, and we must be silent and swift.”
“I do not take orders from you, Casra Fel.” The soldier snapped back, putting his gun back in its holster. “If I feel a need to kill something, I shall do so. I do as I please, not what the cousin of the Archon of Cimorragh bids.”
“And you shall remember why we are here,” Archon Fel grabbed the rebellious druchii, pulling him close, “Lest I cut off your head and send your soul to Slaneesh. Each and every one of us are being held as collateral by the gods themselves, and if we do not achieve this mission as promised, She Who Thirsts won’t wait until we’re dead to feast on us.”
The corrupted Eldar were silent. Not so long ago, a daemon had entered Cimorragh, the City of their kind. This was none other than Kairos Fateweaver himself, bearing word from the Ruinous Powers. In his strange, cryptic mode of speech, he told the various Archons and Kabals that the gods had a plan set in motion- a plan that, if successful, would guarantee endless pain and suffering for eons to come. This mission, this “Ultimate Crusade”, depended on the druchii helping the cause, as it were.
Now, while these parasites always loved angst and death, many Archons asked the obvious question: Why should they help them? After all, it was Slaneesh that destroyed their people, and was even now feasting on their souls. Kairos laughed, and told them, “Should you refuse, The Prince of Pleasure himself will host his ultimate revelry in this city of yours, and send all his servants to ‘collect his rightful payments’.”
For the first time in many of their nigh-eternal lives, the Fallen knew of fear. With much feigned humility and eagerness, the Archons accepted.
This particular kabal - The Stinging Whip - had been sent to Arcturus Primis, a planet inside the Eye of Terror, to “link up” with a coven of Mon-Keigh sorcerers, a collective of Tzeentchian worshippers who had discovered a ritual that was as close to a Webway Portal as any human had ever achieved (outside the Anathema’s wretched mockery back on Terra). They had been instructed by Eliphas, a mighty Chaos Champion under the Daemon Primarch Lorgar, to accompany the Kabal through the Webway, and to perform a Summoning Ritual once on the fated planet. It was grating for both sides to serve alongside the other, but when the gods ask for something, you disobey at your own risk.
Which brought the Raiders to this moment. They had been sent to this world - this sickeningly sweet, outline-based, wretched Maiden World called “Eq-Westi-Rah”- to kill these creatures called “Po-Neighs”. And to do that, the ritual required a particular kind of Po-Neigh… An Element-Bearer.
And it just so happened that one of the cultist psykers could detect such a being in this quaint little town.
“Do not ruin this for us, Kalahar Gorn.” Casra shoved the offending hunter, his eyes filled with hate. “For if Slaneesh desires to eat us before we die, I’ll make sure you’re the first one he devours.”
Before the whelp could respond, the Kabal could hear a door creaking open. The hunters, their movements being beyond that of any human, made themselves invisible and silent - hiding on the roof, in the trees, by the very walls themselves - as two little Earth fillies came out.
“Don’t be such a scaredy cat, Silver Spoon,” The pink one said, wearing a stupid (and obviously plastic) tiara and a sour look on her muzzle, “There’s nothing out here, obviously.”
“I dunno, Diamond Tiara,” The silver filly whispered, here eyes scanning left and right behind her glasses, “I swear I could’ve heard knocking and voices. Maybe those Orks everyone’s been talking about are here?”
“Don’t be stupid. If there were Orks around here, they wouldn’t just have a handful of guards to protect us. Its probably some poor drunk looking for a place to sleep. Stupid humans, thinking they‘re all that because they came from space.”
As she said that, one of the Kabalites leapt forward, his seven-foot frame landing right in front of the fillies. He blocked out the light from the other buildings in the village, casting an ominous shadow over the pair. They all stared at each other for a moment, waiting for the other to say something.
Tiara was the one to break the silence, scoffing, “See, I told you it was one of those humans. Now, sir, I don’t care which universe you came from, which superhero you go gaga for, or if your ‘Emprah’ is banging both Princesses up the flanks, it doesn't give you the right to go get drunk and wake the entire town up with your shenanigans! Seriously, you humans can be such bastards!”
“Good thing I’m not one, then.” The giant growled. A whip cracked, a head rolled, a crown shattered. No more Diamond Tiara.
Silver Spoon, seeing her one and only friend get decapitated, promptly fainted, landing in the growing pool of blood. The druchii reached down to the unconscious filly, but then the Archon snapped, “Leave it, Kalahar. We have work to do.” He turned to follow the tracking spell, heading to the tall circular building near the middle of town. The rest of the kabal followed, including the petulant Kalahar, muttering, “I’m not a dog.”
Casra knew of Gorn’s thing for younglings. Often times Dark Eldar would have their own fetishes, their victims of choice. Gorn had this thing for robbing innocence before killing them, seeing the look in their eyes, kinky stuff like that. But Casra didn’t care if he liked children, corpses or Tyranid Genestealers; This night, they had a Po-Neigh to find, and a ritual to perform…
* * *
Meanwhile, in Rarity’s Boutique, the alabaster fashionista was going through her nightly rituals under guarded supervision. While her friends had gone off to fight (or at least heal, in Fluttershy’s case), Rarity had decided to stay behind to keep watch over everyone’s siblings and property - namely Spike and the Cutie Mark Crusaders. She also wanted to keep an eye on both her shop and the military presence in town, as she knew enough from Equestrian history to fear that these allies may engage in looting.
But of course she was too much of a lady to say such a thing, especially with two such soldiers in her quarters.
“Area’s secure, ma’am,” A human soldier reported - a UNSC marine, if she wasn’t mistaken. He had been assigned to watch over her alongside one of the Kig-Yar Skirmishers during the nights. “You can sleep safely tonight.”
“Why thank you, gentlemen,” Rarity nodded, her magic turning out the last few lights outside her room. “I’ll sleep soundly tonight knowing that I’m under your watchful eyes. Pray tell, how is the war faring?”
“The desert has been secured.” The Jackal told her, his voice so scratchy that it hurt her ears. “The Orks have been contained to the coastal cities. Been digging in there real tight, but we‘ll pry ‘em out.”
“Word over the comm is that the evacuation of the Crystal Empire is underway.” The human continued. “ONI and Inquisitorial operatives are searching for something called ‘The Crystal Heart’, whatever that may be. And last I checked, your friends are still okay.”
“Oh, that’s terrific, darling.” Rarity put in a few curlers in her hair, and trotted off to bed. “I just wish I could be with them right now. Those outfits they have must be getting so… dirty.”
“*cough*cough* bitch *cough*cough*” The human covered his mouth.
“What was that?” Rarity raised an eyebrow.
“You’re a coward.” The Jackal told her, ignoring the glare from his compatriot. “You sit here all pretty in your little ‘fashion house’ while your friends fight with everyone else. Even the yellow wimp is out with the troops, and she’s a bigger pu-”
“Hey, dude, not cool.”
“What?”
“Don’t make fun of Fluttershy. That’s bad karma.”
“But she’s a weakling.”
“Yeah, I know that, but you still shouldn’t say that. ‘Sides, at least she’s mare enough to be out with all the big boys, while little miss priss here stays here and plays dress up.”
Rarity gasped, deeply offended. “How DARE you! Get out of my house, you ruffians, impugning my honor as a lady like that!”
The soldiers made a hasty retreat outside, but Rarity could still hear the Kig-Yar say, “At least none of the females in my race are that stuck-up.”
Oh, I’ve met your females, The unicorn thought angrily, Nothing but a rabble of whores and thieves. At least the humans and Sanghelli have some decorum and decency. The Bearer of Generosity jumped into bed, and tried to force herself into sleep…
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Several minutes later, she was awoken by the sounding metal hitting something, and a strange gagging sound. Rarity sat up in bed, her eyes adjusting to the darkness in her home. She could hear the sound of something dragging a heavy object around downstairs, probably messing up her pristine store.
I knew those brutes were looters, She thought angrily, jumping out of bed. I’ll show them what happens when you mess with Rarity Belle Unicorn.
She rushed downstairs, looking around for the intruders. Surprisingly, she couldn’t see anyone down there, in darkness or not. She then heard a knocking at the front door, a violent thumping that sounded like a battering ram.
“Corporal!” She shouted, thinking it was that pesky human, reaching for the door, “If you think you can barge into here in the middle of the night and pillage my house like a common thug, then you have another thing co-”
As she opened the door, the body of the former marine fell in front of her. The head, arms and legs fell off the corpse, spraying blood in every direction, including on Rarity’s alabaster face. She yelped in shock, horrified by what lay in front of her.
She turned to go back to her room, but was blocked by a tall, armor-covered, most horribly disfigured creature she had ever seen. He gave a nasty, disgusting grin, showing all of his horrible fanged teeth.
“’Ello, poppet.” He snarled. Rarity screamed, just before a big bag went over her head, and threw her world into darkness…
* * *
To say all was well in Adam’s mind was to be a very bad - or very stupid - liar. Quite frankly, his little chat with Luna just left him feeling more confused and befuddled than before. He needed to take his mind off the ridiculous mare and his superfluous feelings. Something that warranted his attention more than the pesky Orks to the east.
His mind wandered, sensing around for any strange activity. His focused brushed past the strange anomaly of the Everfree Forest when he felt something… familiar. Something he hoped he wouldn’t feel here for a long time.
Chaos.
Deep in the forest, right in the ruins of Equestria’s original capital, a small covent of cultists had somehow gathered, prepping for a summoning ritual of some kind. He scanned them, and was again puzzled. Every one of them was either a psyker or a mutant, certainly not very strong or brave. There were no warriors here, not even as guards. Strange, as you would think that the Ruinous Powers would give them at least some fighters, if they were coming here to kill him.
It was then that he sensed another, darker presence closer to home. Right in the middle of Ponyville, to be exact. He moved his focus to town, and what he found was a rare, genuine surprise.
The bloody hell?!
On the edge of town, heading back into the forest, was a Kabal of Dark Eldar, one of them carrying a large, struggling sack. He could tell it was a pony by its size, and by the psychic screams of panic it was…
Son of a bitch, not Rarity!
The druchii had taken the worst possible pony for their “fun”. Not only was it a guarantee that the unicorn was going to die in the most painful way imaginable, but when she finally did die, the rest of the Elements of Harmony would be rendered useless. His ‘Ace in the Hole’ would be gone, and Chaos would be free to send in a Black Crusade on a still unprepared world.
He needed to get her back. Alas, his body was too far away, and he was in no shape to move anyway. He had to tell someone in the village, to warn them, and get them to save the Bearer of Generosity before she got BDSM’d to death.
But who? The towns ponies were next to useless, now just a populace of old folks and foals. There weren’t any of his men at Fluttershy Base - That’s what they nicknamed the place now. He couldn’t send one of the CAR or UNSC troopers after Rarity - odds were that they didn’t know what they were up against, or wouldn’t give two shits about the whiny unicorn (she hadn't warmed up to the expeditionary team after the Meeting).
He could always “hack” someone, but in order to work at full ability - which he’d need if he was going to fight a whole Kabal - he had to get them willingly, to accept being a puppet. They’d have to have combat training at minimum, and want to save Rarity more than anything. But who? Who could care for- nay, love - the fair Rarity?
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Ohhh. He’ll do just perfectly.
* * *
Meanwhile, in Twilight’s Library, Spike was bored out of his mind as he finished closing up shop. Why was he stuck in this dank old tree-house while everypony else was out fighting big green monsters? It just didn’t seem fair.
On one hand, since Rarity was here, he could justify it to himself that he was “protecting” her. He knew that many of the soldiers ridiculed his love behind their back, saying that she was a coward for not fighting like their friends. But he knew her better than they did; He knew that she had an inner strength beneath that ladylike exterior. Fluttershy was more timid, but she went out to the field hospitals, because that was she felt she’d be most useful at. With Rarity, she felt that she needed to protect everyone’s families, to protect their home in Ponyville - making sure that everypony had a home to come back to. It seemed ridiculous, but this was what she felt she had to do, and Spike was willing to help her any way he could.
On the other hand, he was dying for the chance to show off his new skills. N’tho had said that he had quickly picked up in two weeks what most apprentices take a year or more to learn. All the same, it was his opinion that he was still too small, too young and too inexperienced to go fight, so he - along with Twilight and Trixie - told him to stay put. He did as he was told, sure, but it grated him horribly that he was still being treated like a child, not allowed to fight for Equestria like everyone else.
He put the last broom in the closet, and went upstairs, considering what he should do for the rest of the night. It was past midnight, so he couldn’t go hang with anyone.
Spike…
He had already read all the books in the library, and he had done two hours of required training with the Blade. But at the same time he didn’t want to just head off to bed just yet.
Ohhh Spiiike…
The dragon smiled at a new idea. Perhaps he could check out one of those new “adult” magazines, like Playcolt, or Fornax. He was curious about what a human female looked like…
HARK, YE LICENTIOUS WYRM!
Spike yelped and fell to the floor, clutching his head. If that was a normal voice, that would’ve been loud enough to make him deaf. But it was a psychic signal, and it held enough force to it to feel like an ice cream headache at the base of his skull.
“Gah, what the hell?” He groaned, cradling his head. “Who said that?”
I did, you prepubescent reptile. The voice responded, a lot quieter this time. It held an air of authority and power behind it, and Spike recognized that voice instantly.
“Wait, are you that Emperor guy the Imperials swear by all the time?” He asked.
Of course, young Spike, The god told him, And it is with great urgency that I call upon you.
“What? Why?” The dragon demanded nervously. “Is Ponyville under attack?”
It was under attack, little warrior. Adam corrected. And our foes have taken a captive with them.
“WHAT?!” Spike exclaimed, both fearful and angry. Someone - some foul, disgusting creature from beyond the void - had come into his town, hurt his friends while under his watch? Not only was this an affront to his Dragon Code, but to his honor as a warrior as N’tho had taught him.
It gets a little worse, I’m afraid. Adam continued. These foes are a sight more devious and dangerous than a mere rabble of Orks, and they’ve taken somepony that you value more than most.
Spike then received a vision of these tall, unnaturally thin creatures in bizarre armor making their way through what must’ve been the Everfree Forest. One of them had a large bag over his shoulder, and something inside it was squirming. He could hear the muffled screaming coming from it, and it sounded a lot like-
Spike clenched his fists at the revelation, as fear and fury ran through his veins. Without even a second thought, he ran to his bed in Twilight’s room, and pulled out the hilt for the blade his Sanghelli teacher gave him.
Wait, what are you doing?
“What do you think I’m doing?” Spike snapped. “I’m going to go rescue her. If you’re coming to me for help, that either means that everyone else is dead, or no one is around. I’m the only person around who can kill these monsters and save Rarity, and that’s what I’m going to do!”
Don’t be a fool, young drake. Adam retorted. Those aren’t mindless Orks or some rebel militiamen. Those were Dark Eldar - creatures of great speed, strength and sadism. They are creatures that can hold their own against the astartes, and have no concept of kindness or mercy. If they capture you, they will feed off your soul by raping you to death.
Spike stopped at the bottom of the stairs, the information registering in his mind. He then put the hilt into a “pocket”, and went for the door. “I’m going to save her,” He said with finality, “One way or another. I will not let her suffer that fate, and there is nothing anyone can do to stop me. Not even you.”
Spike took one more step to the door, before he hit what felt like an invisible wall. He glared around angrily, as if to give the unseen deity a piece of his mind. Instead, he heard a good-natured chuckle.
That’s what I was hoping you would say. The Emperor said proudly. You think yourself a warrior for spending some time training under a xeno. But being a warrior requires a state of mind and a set of unbreakable characteristics, like bravery. I always knew you had all the skills you’d need, being a dragon. All you needed was a little refinement. Now you finally have a reason to demonstrate it.
There was a loud THUNK! outside the door, but the voice continued. On your own, even with your training, draconian biology and Me helping you out, you would surely perish. However, I happen to have something out there that just might even our odds.
Spike opened the door, and was graced by the shiny yellow and black radiance of an Imperial Fist Astartes suit. It towered over the little dragon, who stared back at it in awe. “Whoa!” He declared, “You brought a Marine with us?!”
Not quite. The armor was covered in an ethereal glow, as the suit went down to one knee. The breast plate glowed even more intensely as it cracked perfectly down the middle, opening up to reveal no one was inside.
This was an extra suit brought along from the Wrath, He continued, that I have teleported down here for our use. As we speak, I am modifying it so that it shall be easier for the both of us to use.
“But how are you doing all this?” The dragon asked. “The suit weighs like a ton, and the armor’s made of, like, adamantium or something.”
Spike, young drake, I am an all-powerful psyker further powered by the souls of billions of other psykers, able to directly and indirectly affect everything happening within a galaxy-wide civilization. I may be a corpse on a chair, but that does not mean I’m an Invalid. This is easy pickings for me. Now hop in.
Spike didn’t have to be asked twice, and jumped right into the battle suit. The suit closed around him as he got into position. He then noticed that his arms and legs were far too short to reach the limbs, even though he could see that there were grips for longer arms and legs to reach and control. “Are you planning on making me a bit greedy, so I can reach the controls?”
It’s a bit more than that, I’m afraid. I may be able to help you out and even control your body, but in order for you to properly use the suit, you must be “modified”- I must make you the closest thing to a Space Marine that can be done without a surgery.
He paused, considering the words he was about to say very carefully. I will not lie to you, Spike. This will be the worst pain that you’ve ever felt in your life. You will not die - I’ll take the necessary precautions to keep you alive - but you won’t be the same dragon when you come out. The process of becoming an Astartes is one that can’t be taken lightly, and this is something I can’t make you do, only ask.
Spike simply closed his eyes. He sometimes wondered if he was cut out to be a warrior, like other dragons of the past. When he compared himself to the rest of his kind, or even to the humans and aliens that were fighting on his planet, he couldn’t help but think that he was out of his league. Perhaps he was just too small, or too young, or too spoiled by the good life to have what it takes. Maybe it would be better for everyone to just stay at the library, sleeping away his trouble like he had always done. Maybe just send word to the others that Rarity had been taken, and let them handle it.
Perhaps he would’ve done so, had Rarity not been in danger. He truly loved her, just as much as Twilight or Celestia or any of his friends, and he knew that she loved him back. He now had the tools and the opportunity to be a hero- to save his damsel in distress, and prove himself as a dragon and a warrior. He wanted to be a knight in shining armor, and now he had everything he needed - training, a lady in need, a beast to slay, and his own suit of armor. Fate couldn’t be more direct if it smacked him in the ass.
“Do it,” He declared firmly, “I’m ready.”
Trust me, little Spike, you are not.
A blinding pain - an intense, overbearing burning sensation that went down to the molecular level - enveloped the little dragon, enrapturing him mind, body and soul. As the pain consumed his mind, Spike held onto one final thought, his anger in the storm of transformation, and an image of a pearly white unicorn, smiling sweetly at him. I’m coming for you, milady.
On the outside, all Spike could do was scream, as his body began to grow and change, and the astartes armor began running in the direction of the forest…
* * *
Rarity was scared out of her mind. That horrible, disgusting creature tossed her into a sack like a piece of garbage, and thrashed and bashed her as she was taken to an unknown location. They spoke to each other in a harsh yet beautiful language, which sounded like broken glass being dragged across steel.
She did not know how long she was kept in that bag, or how far they had taken her. She feared what would happen when they let her out, and she prayed that help would come soon. If not… well, she did have one ace up her coat, a little trick she used on a band of diamond dogs oh-so-long-ago.
After what seemed like hours, the movement stopped, and Rarity was unceremoniously dumped out of the bag, landing on her back. She cried out in pain, her spine landing on a particularly sharp rock. She looked up around her, and she quickly went silent.
The monsters had brought her to Castle Everfree, where her friends had stood tall and vanquished Nightmare Moon. Now though, an entirely new breed of evil was making residence here. A large altar had been built, surrounded by a collective of hooded human-looking creatures kneeling and praying. More of the tall, armor-clad monsters stood guard at the entrances, watching the arcane ritual with mild disgust.
Behind her, the tallest monster, the one most likely to be the leader, spoke rather loudly, “Here you are, Mon-Keighs - a precious little Po-Neigh, and a Bearer, just as you asked.”
“I have a name, you know.” The fashionista harrumphed. “I’d prefer it if you would show me the respect of calling me ‘Ms. Rarity’, not ‘Po-Neigh’.”
“Shut up, filth.” The leader snarled at her. “Human, let us spill her blood and be done with this ritual. I grow weary of this place.”
“Archon, would you deny us the chance to feed on fresh meat?” One of the creatures challenged the leader.
“Fool, there are more victims that we can harvest, but only one Bearer that we can use. Caiasan, use her as you will.”
One of the hooded figures stepped forward, and grabbed her violently by the mane and tail, taking her to the altar. “Gah!” Rarity yelped, “Put me down, you ruffian! This is no way to treat a lady!”
“Stop whining, wretch.” The cultist hissed back. “We haven’t even done anything to you yet.”
As she was shoved onto the altar, she gathered up all the haughty aloofness she could muster, as she began her “key offensive”. “I am not whining, you fool.” She sneered, “I am complaining. Do you want to hear whining?”
“What are you getting at, you-”
“THIIIIS is WHIIIINNNING!” Rarity whined, putting all her effort in making an annoying screechy voice. “Why did you throw me in that stinky old bag?! It was so dark and nasty and dirty! My hooves are dirty, my mane is a mess, my-”
“Bitch, SHUT UP!” The Archon came up close to the unicorn, and back-handed her. Hard. Instantly, a red handprint grew on her face, and her horn had a hairline fracture running across its length. But more importantly, it made Rarity quiet, as she looked back at the alien with fear-stricken eyes.
“You think you know pain?” He hissed, baring his horrendous teeth. “You think you know fear? What I just gave was a sample - a taste - of what we have in store for you. We are creatures that feed on such things, you see. And your pain, your fear…” He inhaled her scent in a rather disturbing manner, “Yours is the most delicious thing I’ve experienced. And I shall make sure that my Kabal and I shall feed on you for a long, long, long time.”
“Not until we are done with her, I’m afraid.” The cultist interrupted, now brandishing a heavily stylized knife, which glowed with an unnatural malice. Rarity stared in horror as the man brought the knife close to her standing right above her… only to grab her hoof and make a thin cut upon it.
“That’s it?” The Archon snarked, “Just one little cut? I thought you humans would be doing something more… damaging.”
“The ritual itself requires only a few drops of chosen blood.” The cultist explained, squeezing the hoof hard enough to make Rarity squeal to get every drop, dripping it onto the altar. “The rest can be done with a sacrificial animal or volunteer. You can do with her as you wish - consider it a little treat for leading us through the Webway.”
The human gave the pony back to the Archon. He then tossed her over to a group of three warriors. “Take her out to the forest.” He ordered. “And get her ready for harvesting. I want her prepped and unsullied, and Khaine help the fool who touches her before me.”
The three Kabalites did as they were told, and took the screaming and bloody mare with them into the forest. Casra Fel turned back to the cultists and the rest of his Kabal. He would feast on the pony’s soul, no doubt. But first, he would see what manner of daemon they had been so ordered to summon…
* * *
By the time Spike came back to full consciousness, Adam had piloted the machine deep into the forest. He was still foggy on the details, but he could feel that something was…different. He felt taller, for one, as well as a good deal stronger. He was tall enough to see out of the eye holes of the helmet, his neck extending a good deal to see. He could also feel himself carrying what had to be a massive gun, probably a bolter.
“Adam?” He asked a bit groggily, “Where are we?”
We’re approaching Castle Everfree, The god explained, Where the darkness is heaviest. If she anywhere, she will be here.
“Hey, uh, these ‘Dark Eldar?” The dragon asked, remembering why they were here, “You’ve fought them before, haven’t you?”
Oh yes, many times before. It was many, many years ago, but I have fought against them, and I know how dangerous they can be.
Inside, Spike felt his body around with his tail, searching for his sword. On the plus side, he could now feel he had wings, which made him ecstatic in the back of his mind. However, he couldn’t find his sword anywhere inside.
Don’t worry, Adam explained, I took the blade and attached it to the wrist. But with the bolter gun and chain sword, I doubt we’ll need it.
“Wait, where did you get those weapons?”
I brought them along, of course. Now slow down, we’re approaching the camp, and I can hear someone coming.
Spike put force into his legs, and suit came to an abrupt halt. He listened through the helmet - indeed, he could hear footsteps. Footsteps, the sounds of a struggle… and the sounds of Rarity’s muffled screams.
“Rarity!” Spike exclaimed, his voice contained within the metal suit.
Stay back, fool. Adam hissed, taking some control back. We cannot reveal ourselves just yet. He brought the dragon and suit down to a crouch, hiding behind some overgrowth to observe the kidnappers.
Three Kabalites tossed a tied and bound Rarity into a clearing, the unicorn looking all the worse for ware. One of them said, “She looks promising, I tell you what. Let’s start this now, before Fel comes.”
“But the Archon will kill us if we harm her before he comes.” The second said, resting a hand on his sword’s hilt.
“Perhaps,” A third one said, “But we could just tell him we were beset by the natives, and she died in the crossfire. We can still have our fun.”
“Indeed, but what should we do to her?” The second one asked.
“I want to rape her.”
“I want to skin her.”
“I say we eat her. I bet Po’Neigh flesh is delicious.”
As the three argued, Spike forced the suit down to a crouch, and crawled his way to the edge. He took his time, taking it slowly and quietly, avoiding any and all detection. Silently, he pulled out the bolter gun, and lined up a shot for a druchii’s head. He switched it to single shot - he didn’t want to waste ammo if he could help it.
Before he fired his shot, his target declared, “Okay, so here’s what we’re going to do. Sammael, you can rape her. Belial, you can skin her at the same time. When you two are done, all three of us can-”
DAKKA!
The Dark Eldar’s head exploded into so much chunky salsa, coating everyone in the clearing with his brains.
Nice shot. Adam complimented, But I think they’re onto you now.
“Yeah, I know.” Spike acknowledged. “Switching to three-round burst.”
The other two creatures drew their djin blades, and began evading the bursts of fire as Spike stood up, standing as a mighty avenger against the elvish offenders. “Who dares attack the warriors of Cimmoragh?!” One of them challenged, standing over Rarity with a sword held high. “Show yourselves, or we’ll drain the wretch of her blood!”
Spike jumped out of the brush, standing tall in the armor of the Emperor’s Finest. Inside, his teeth were bared, his nostrils smoking, his eyes narrowed to slits. Adam decided now was a perfect time to temper the dragon’s natural rage with a bit of His “Righteous Fury”, making him radiate a supernatural golden glow. “LEAVE HER ALONE, YOU SICK SONS OF BITCHES!” He roared, charging at them with his gun blazing and the chain-sword out and whirring.
This caught both the D. Eldar and Rarity off guard. Space Marines don’t curse, not like that. They held themselves with more uprightness and piety, and wouldn’t go about using such vulgar language. And then there was the fact that this one also cared about the fate of some random xeno, which seemed even more out of character. Rarity, however, could identify that voice right away, despite the distortion from the rage and helmet vox.
“Spike, save me!” She screamed.
“Hold on a sec!” He shouted back, finishing up his clip. “Let me take care of these clowns!”
As the last round fired, Adam spoke again. That was the last one. We didn’t bring any more clips.
“What?” Spike gasped, deactivating the vox for a moment, “Why not? Aren’t these guys dangerous as hell?!”
Yes, but I was aiming to use your stealth skills to sneak in and get her out. We’ve played our hands too quickly. But I think now’s the time to try out a little swordplay.
“I can work with that.” He tossed the bolter gun at one of the Kabalites. The druchii sliced through the gun with ease, but didn't think to also dodge the charging astartes. Spike launched him into a tree, stunning him momentarily. The other alien charged from behind, and the dragon blocked the strike just in time.
Djin blade and Chainsword clashed against each other, dragon and alien circling each other. Spike’s training, when combined with the millennia of the Emperor’s experience and holy rage, easily pressed the advantage against the alien. Sammael, however, was feeling a tingle of fear. He was a great swordsman, and had slain many a marine before. But this one was having at him like his old teachers back when he was a child. Who was this Mon’Keigh?
Belial, the other alien, finally stood up, and attempted to stab him from behind. Adam/Spike, however, sensed his approach, and with the strength of a Dragon Space Marine, leapt high into the air. Sammael narrowly dodged the strike, and slapped his comrade. “Watch your strikes, fool!” He hissed.
“I didn’t know they could fly now!” The other stated defensively. “Where did he even go?”
“Right here!” A voice said from above.
Spike landed behind Belial, cutting through the alien’s head and body. He cleaved him into two neat, vertical halves, which fell in opposite directions.
Sammael saw an opportunity. As Belial’s remains fell, he reached out and kicked the chainsword out of his hand. In the same spinning motion, he swung his sword, and removed the helmet of the Space Marine.
“SPIIIIKE! NOOOOOO!” Rarity wailed. The suit fell down to its knees, headless and defeated. The monster, standing proud over his kill, laughed at her pain.
“Stupid insect!” He sneered at her, turning his full attention to her, “You honestly thought one human would be enough to kill me.”
He began walking to Rarity, the mare trembling in fear. Neither of them noticed the armor began moving, standing back up slowly. Spike’s head raised up out of the neck hole, no longer looking like a baby dragon. His muzzle had extended, canines poking out of his mouth. His scales and spines had turned to darker colors, and looked decidedly sharper. But the biggest difference were the eyes. No longer were his eyes those of a happy-go-lucky kid. Now - being modified into a pseudo-astartes and powered by the Emperor himself - his eyes held a hard, steely glint of a warrior filled with righteous fury.
The alien stepped up to the pony, a devilish grin on his face. “Your faith in humanity is misplaced,” He snarled, his arm reaching for her throat, “For I am immortal, and no Mon’Keigh, mortal or Space Marine, can kill the likes of me.”
WHISH! SLASH!
In the span of one second, Spike had ignited the wrist blade, and sliced the monster’s arm off at the elbow. Sammael screeched with rage and pain, his forearm twitching on the ground while his stump sizzled and smoked. He turned around, only to have two feet of plasma stab into his gut. His strength leaving him, he looked up to see that, instead of the beady angry eyes of a human look upon him, the cold slit eyes of a vengeful lizard stare down at him.
“I am no Mon’Kiegh,” Spike snarled at him, “I am a Dragon.”
The last thing Sammael saw before his soul was consumed by Slaneesh was the beast open his mouth, and spew baleful green fire upon him. And like many of his previous victims, he left the materium screaming like a bitch.
Spike tossed away the burning corpse, and approached his maiden. Disengaging his blade, he gingerly picked her up, and brought her close.
“Rarity,” He asked, “Are you alright?”
“You… you saved me, Spike.” Rarity spoke weakly, hardly more than a whisper.
“You should’ve known I would always come for you, milady.” Their faces got close, practically nose-to-nose.
Spike, Adam warned, The others must’ve heard us, and will likely come in force. We must-
Adam was cutoff, as Spike’s brain was blinded by Rarity’s kiss. The feeling was, in a word, astounding, and was blowing the poor dragon’s mind. What made it awkward was that the Emperor was still connected, and he felt the same thing in a strange, voyeuristic fashion.
Huh, so that’s what its like… that’s surprisingly nice. In fairness, the sensation may have been affected by Spike’s passion, or that Adam had a dry spell longer than most civilizations. Either way, he couldn’t help but think of Luna, and feel guilty.
But he wouldn’t let personal feeling jeopardize this mission, here and now.
Spike, stop it! He ordered. Dutifully, the dragon complied, pulling back before they could go into a makeout session.
“Spike, darling, how did you survive?” Rarity asked, catching her breath. “When that brute cut off your helmet, I thought-”
“I had been craning my neck to see.” Spike explained, extending his neck a bit further. “When I saw the blade coming, I brought my head down before it could get me. I pretended to be dead so I could catch him by surprise, and clearly it worked.”
“But how are you operating this thing? Space Marines are supposed to be huge, and you’re, well…”
We can talk about this later! Adam spoke to both of their minds. But we need to leave, NOW!
“He’s right! Let’s go!” Spike held Rarity close to his chest, and began heading back to Ponyville. The unicorn closed her eyes, and fell asleep, safe in the arms of her protector…
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“Did you hear something?” The Archon asked aloud.
“Dunno,” Kalahar answered, “What did it sound like?”
“There was screaming, then shouting, and a clash of blades and the spraying of blood.”
“Huh, I bet those foolish lackeys of yours started without you. If they know what’s best for themselves, they will put each other to the blade before you collect them.”
“For once, Gorn, I can agree with you. When this ritual is finished, I shall personally feast upon those incompetent cretins.”
As he said this, both of them stared at the strange human ritual like it was a campfire. The altar itself began to glow an unnatural orange, as the cultists began chanting words that made their ears, noses and mouths bleed. A pair of cultists held a mutant slave they had brought along onto the altar, with one of them brandishing a knife against the victim’s throat. Fel observed that as the chant reached a higher pitch, the slab of stone would go from brighter to dimmer.
“Behold, oh mighty Ruinous Powers,” Caiasan intoned, “We offer you the blood of the vile blasphemer, tainted by the lifeblood of the corrupted. We offer you this humble sacrifice, so that we may summon your mighty champions. We pray to you, o gods, so that we may bring forth the channels of Chaos Itself. With this offer of blood, we summon the greatest of daemons, Khazarni and Khazukull!”
The priest slit the mutant’s throat, his lifeblood drenching the altar in a manner that shouldn’t have been possible. When the blood touched the drop of Rarity’s blood, the glow of the altar transferred to the liquid, and floated up into the air. The glowing blood formed a tall, narrow portal, sucking and consuming all matter around it - altar, priests and corpse. Electricity discharged from the construct as it solidified, giving a slight hum of energy, and the portal opened up to the warp itself.
The first thing to come out was a cloud of long, black smoke. This misty stream of gas sparkled like a starry night, floating this way and that as if examining them. The Archon could feel that it looked at them with distaste and loathing. It pulled away from the portal, and began congealing over on the side of the room.
The next thing that leapt out of the portal was… well, hard to describe. It looked like a pile of rotten meat, but it was always changing shape and it burned everyone’s eyes to look right at it. Slowly, the blob began to grow and take shape, growing four long, thin legs which were sharp as spikes. It bore a mane and tail, the hair curled in the shapes of screaming faces within. The body was a disturbing shade of pink, bearing many scars of cuts and burns. And, most tellingly of all, the flank had a design of three black balloons trapped inside the Wheel of Chaos.
“I smell a pedophile.”
The creature - a she, from the sound of her sickly-sweet voice - lifted its head, staring down Khalahar. Its eyes were massive, taking up much of its face. The iris - which was a sickly blue - was almost completely gone, the pupil taking almost as much room as the whites. Fel couldn’t help but think that those were the Eyes of Madness.
“Pedophiles are delicious.”
The monster grinned a nasty, nightmare-straight-out-of-hell grin. She had way more teeth than should’ve been possible, with four long fangs up front. Her teeth were like a wolf - all sharp and pointy - but were also like a shark - each and every tooth was jagged and serrated. For a creature meant to be a pony, the abomination before them was every inch a predator.
“You wouldn’t believe how hungry crossing dimensions can make you.”
Before the Kabalites could even think, the daemon jumped on Khalahar, tearing through armor and skin with ease. Gorn screamed as his intestines were ripped out of him, being devoured before his very eyes. Fel drew his sword, and went to attack the monster.
“Do not interfere, whelp!”
The Archon turned, looking to see who would dare challenge him. This daemon was as different to the monster as night and day. This creature was as black as space, with a flowing mane and tail that sparkled like the night sky. It had a large purple blemish on its flank, with a crescent in the center. Its wings were large and majestic, and the horn was long enough to gore an Ork. But most strikingly of all, the eyes were turquoise, and were vertical slits like a dragon, with the stunning grace of a female.
She was tall and beautiful and deadly as the finest of swords. While she radiated an aura of power and authority, Fel could see in her eyes that she was filled naught but with malice and hate.
“Kneel before your new masters, foals!” An aura grew around her horn, and all the humans and Eldar felt themselves forced to their knees. They struggled against the force, but found themselves paralyzed. The alicorn then directed her attention to the carnivorous pony.
“Khazukull,” She snapped at her compatriot, “Stop wasting our time on that degenerate!” Khazukull groaned in disappointment, but crushed her victim’s skull, and skipped over to the alicorn’s side.
“Now then,” She continued, her voice now smooth as silk, “Which of you hopeless lackeys are in command?” Caiasan and Fel spoke up, and were released from her control.
“I am Khazarni, Chosen of Tzeentch,” The alicorn stated proudly, “And this is my compatriot Khazukull, Chosen of Slaneesh. From now on, you shall take orders from us, or each and every one of you will suffer the same fate as that sack of meat over there. Do I make myself clear?” A blinding pain in the leader’s minds compelled them to answer yes.
“Good.” The dark alicorn sounded positively smug, as she continued, “Our first order of business will be to gather up reinforcements for our little engagement. Druchii, you and your Kabalites will come with me to the Badlands, where we have a certain queen to speak with. Human, your followers shall accompany Khazukull up north, where you will find the Last King of the Crystal Empire. When we finish, we shall reconvene in Ghastly Gorge in a fortnight’s time.”
“Yes, Lady Khazarni.” The cultists and Kabalites answered in unison, cowed by their new leader.
“So then let us depart, my slaves, and make haste. For soon, the Darkness shall last forever!” She gave an evil, dominating laugh, as distant explosions thundered in the forest.
Khazukull nudged a human cultist, and murmured, “Wanna help me cut up that body? If we do it right, we can make enough Eldar cupcakes for everypony.” She gave the mortal a nasty smile, a line of drool dripping from her mouth. “Won’t that be fun?”
And lo, the the first days of The Equestrian Black Crusade had finally come.
So here it is- the moment where Spike becomes a warrior, and the major players for Chaos are introduced. This chapter took a long time to do, but I guess that's what happens when you start three different stories over the summer.
Anyways, the big reveal here - for those who didn't see it coming - this
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Is Khazarni...
And this
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Is Khazukull...
That's right, Nightmare Moon and "Pinkamina" of Cupcakes infamy are here, working for Chaos as daemons. I don't know about you, but I'd be more afraid of these two than any Ork, Husk or Flood heading my way.
To accompany your feeling of dread, please enjoy the soothing sounds of "World War Z"'s theme music.
That was epic, great new chapter!
Also, you killed Angel and Diamond Tiara... FINALLY, those bitches get what's coming to them!
Can't wait for the next one!
ALL OF THE SPACE GAMES! not really but all the mainstreamish ones. Looking forward to reading this
Wouldn't the cultists create a ruinstrom to cut off Equestria from all other dimensions. Like Eberus did at Calth, with the capstone of killing Celestia, and transforming Sombra and The Queen of the changelings into a daemon prince and princess.
You killed Angel and Diamond Tiara... Goddammit.
My reaction to that is pretty much the opposite of 3256993.
The rescue mission i think is pretty badass, although these kabal deservered a highfive before dying for killing the two most hated characters.
Ok now for the two creatures of chaos . I for one expected something more intimidateing something that looks disgusting or so just not defeatable something you can only be scared of and with these two i am not really satisfied.
Maybe i am the only one but i would choose some more frightening chaos gods (or create some).
The rest of the chapter is awesome as hell just that tiny little detail is bugging me.
Anyways i hope you find time to continue writing on the new chapter. I sure as hell will wait for it.
give me my crons it is possible to have them be good in the 40k sense the silent king would be a good start.
an update? hell yes!
is it wrong of me to feel pride and joy when Angel and Diamond Tiara snuffed it?
Spike should tell Adam to just grow a pair and get his Woona
i look forward to more
Well this is going to descend into something resembling a bloodbath.
But WHY ANGEL! WHYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!
*ahem
I'm good now.
3257031 Why would they cut off Equestria? Its the nexus of three universes (two of them are perceived to be weak and easy to conquer). But you are partially correct - they'll need representatives of the Four Gods to summon the big fish, and bring in the Black Crusade.
3257143 There will be no Necrons, Forerunners or Covenant forces here. I already have everyone else!
3257117 I think Khazukull is scary (I went the extra mile in describing her unnatural form; Come to think of it, she looks a bit like Lilith's pic).
Khazarni/Nightmare is the leader, and is supposed to look beautiful and authoritative, so that any ponies or non-Imperials they catch may be "convinced" that Chaos isn't that bad, and they should join. She isn't meant to be scary; she is a deciever, who lures you with false promises and platitudes. Khazukull/Pinkamina is the opposite - she is scary, sadistic and eldritch, who revels in causing pain, death and fear wherever she goes. If you are captured and don't join Chaos, expect to be thrown in the dungeons and suffer a fate that makes Dark Eldar cringe. She is the boogeyman of Chaos, and is really my tryst at making a truly scary villain.
I for one hope Chrysalis doesn't go to chaos. The same for the changelings. (Yeah, I don't really like it when people make out the changelings as all bad. And I know Chrysalis was a villain, but she did do what she thought was best for her people....She just liked doing the means to the end.) But still, this is your story. I just think you might want to spin this on to it's head, if you know what I mean.
Also, Pinkamena? Really? Of all the choices given to you, you choose a fandom one. I was so hoping for Tirek or Grogar. Those guys were awesome. (Nightmare Moon's a good choice though.)
Though when you think about it, I think that Equestria has it's own chaos realm, except that of shadows. Listen up. Both Tirek and Nightmare Moon wanted to enshroud the world in darkness and King Sombra is a being of Shadow himself. I personally believe that another realm {not a realm of chaos and such} Exists and that these fellas were influenced by the realm. {And remember the possessed moon creatures from the Luna comic.} That's just my two cents.
And you killed Angel.
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Diamond Tiara's dead?
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You killed her off just like that! You maniac! You could have had a whole subplot concerning her becoming a better person. (Hey, considering how many subplots this story has, one more isn't going to hurt it.) You just killed her because she's a bully. And let's not forget her father. (Who seemed like an okay guy.) What about him huh? Are we going to get to him? And Silver Spoon. She just saw her only friend get beheaded right in front of her. That does things to people, especially children. The trauma that little filly will go through will be...will be... DEATH TO THE PANZY ELDAR! {And Silver Spoon needs a hug and friends.}
And it was interesting to see a dragon space marines....WHY ISN"T THERE ANY SALAMANDER SPACE MARINES HERE?!! THEY WOULD TEAR THE ENEMIES APART AND BE SO AWESOME WHILE DOING IT!
And you know what, why not have the Big E pay off Kaptain Bluddflag. He's the best freebooter ork kaptain there ever was. All you need is some hats and an enemy to fight and done deal. {Also good orks are hilarious. Bluddflag's crew was the best.}
3257432 Ok, to address each point.
1. In 40k, not every Space Marine Legion touched by Chaos fell. In some cases, a select few soldiers realized what was going on, and separated from them to keep fighting for the Emperor. Likewise, No matter the end result of the changelings, there will be some that don't go evil.
2. Tirek and Grogar aren't scary; Pinkamina is. And as far as I'm concerned, G1 does not exist in this continuity. Look at it from a different angle; both daemons here were at some point manifestations of the dark aspects of a pony's mind, a split personality made flesh. Nightmare Moon was a creation of Luna's jealousy and anger to her sister, but is also extremely powerful, being one of only two ponies to hold their own - if not beat - Celestia. Compared to the other characters, the only one that is accepted to have the same level of emotional problems is Pinkie. Khazukull is the personification of her inner insanity and pain, and is fueled by hate for the Mane Six. And finally, her concept was one of the first ideas I came up with when writing this fic, and her presence is set in stone.
3. Here's a bit of intel for you - as one of my contributors over on FF.net had pointed out to me, in war fics (and war in general) people die, even children. Its not realistic or beneficial for a story like this to progress, and not have a single character (main, secondary or otherwise) die in it. And while it might be cheating writing-wise, but if characters must be killed off, why not start off with characters who have contributed (or would've contributed) nothing?
I'll be honest, if DT and SS weren't placed here, you never would've seen or heard of them the entire time. Any kind or redemption subplot I could've strapped on for them would only detract and delay the story. I don't like either of these two fillies, and the fact Silver Spoon was spared was due to that more people like her than Diamond Tiara.
As for the emotional trauma of her dad and Spoony? Well, we're in the 2nd act of a story containing Halo and Warhammer. I'd say its about time we had some honest-to-goodness grimdark 'round here!
4. I probably should've thought of that before. Oh well, he could always paint over the armor, make it a nice green. Then they could call him "Spike... The Salamander!"
Yeah, I know, it wasn't that funny.
5. I don't know who that guy is (for some reason, the first time I read that name, I saw it as "Buttfag"). But I don't think Adam would summon more Orks, on the off chance they joined the WAAAGH! (OOC: I originally had an idea where Chief killed the Warbozz, and the Orks then followed his command to fight geth/Reapers/Tyranids etc., but my contributors on the other site thought it wasn't possible/ stupid .)
The reasoning behind the whole cut off Equestria things is that when the as to stop the alliance reinforcements from coming in, much like Horus tried to do in the heresy.
About the whole good guy changelings would they be Nathaniel Garro and his motley gang.
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You don't know who Kaptin Bluddflagg is? You need to know NOW! The info is right here.
And here's a video of his awesomeness.
3257726 And Tirek was intimidating. He was turning ponies into dragon-lizard creatures to pull his chariot so he could use the Rainbow of Darkness (Pretty much a living heart of blackness) to cover the world in shadow.
He was ruthless {turning a human king into a gargoyle and threatening Spike's life to keep him in line.} And cared not for anyone but himself.
I'd give this a watch. Yeah, it's a tad bit confusing, but I enjoyed it.
3257915 So, he's an Ork Pirate? At least he has the accent well enough.
3258011Eyup.
Da bestest Ork pirate of dem allz! You can'tz be denyin' hiz pirateness.
3257940 Again, I personally don't find him scary. Last time I checked, no one was making grimdark fics or creepypastas about Grogar or Tirek.
More importantly, if they were included, their scheming nature would make them Tzeentchian, and would be in Nightmare Moon's position; and having them anywhere else jeopardizes the flow of the story. When I think of a character that could represent Khorne, Slaneesh or even Malice, Khazukull is the perfect fit.
And most importantly, without her, most of the character development I have for a whole slew of characters (particularly Pinkie, RD and Garrus) gets flushed down the toilet. I'm afraid I can't bend on the subject. No Grogar or Tirek (and no Smooze either, before anyone asks).
3258191 Alright, I see your point. An author must do what an author must do when it comes to their story.
Also, Tzeentch is best chaos god.
NOT ANGEL BUNNY .
Then after reading Inner Demons 2, I couldn't but feel sorry for Diamond Tiara even though this story's DT and Inner Demons' DT are totally different
So Khazarni is obviously Nightmare moon.
King of Crystal empire is Sombra.
The queen in the badlands is Chrysalis I'm guessing
and Khazukull is OC? Kinda like a sick sadistic Pinkie pie if she ever fell to chaos
3258415 In a sense, yes. This is getting a bit into headcanon here.
4th wall abilities aside, Khazukull is to Pinkie as Nightmare is to Luna - an equal and opposite personality given life by becoming memetic. What had originally been a rather ridiculous fanfic and a one-off joke in "Party of One" became powered by the collective unconscious, and turned into an entity of fear and dread. Its kind of like Slenderman - the more people believe in it, the more powerful it becomes. Contrasting to actual Chaos daemons that feed on emotions, Khazukull (and to a lesser extent Khazarni) feeds on an idea; that something as sweet and pure as Pinkie, Fluttershy or Rainbow can be turned into the greatest of monsters in the right hands.
I liked reading about spike kicking unholy ass in spades
I LIKE THIS CHPTER, ANOTHER!
3258760 In all fairness, he couldn't have done it without a little from everyone's favorite Space God.
whoa, so is that nightmare moon?
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disreguarded, now back to the fiction mines! hyaa!
*whip crack*
3257408 bah and did i menteon this before got the feeling that i did but well i have other things on my mind right now. like my want for artcle 2
So when do the Necrons show up, with everybody all going, "Well, shit"?
i don't what to feel about Angel and DT
3260131 Around the same time as the Tyranids and the Tau, alongside the normal Eldar.
3257147 UHHH, NO, I AM BEST SPARTAN OBVIOUSLY. WREK SCRUBS, 24/7.
Yes, I can see that easily.
Chaos: "Maim! Kill! Burn! Maim! Kill! Bu- oh FUCK NO!"
Emperor: "Miss me, bitches?"
*cue mind-flaying-pew-pew from Empy's eyes*
Well that was a thing.
3261342 As far as I know... Necrons are only supposed to actually show up on worlds that they had their monoliths already stored inside.
You know, I really hope Spike gets an awesome, custom suit of power armor. Shame there aren't any Salamanders with the fleet. Yet.
The writing for the Dark Eldar was spot on, really captured their pure evil.
Good choice of villains, by the way. Those two aren't ever portrayed the same way twice by fanfic authors, and I look forward to seeing how you write them.
3267773 two words: harvester fleets
Monoliths from orbit
3267773 I know, which is why I said that, the Tau, Tyranids, and Eldar will be too busy fighting over who gets to brutally slaughter humanity whilst it's occupied with matters in another dimension.
Hey, you may be running out of those intro quotes you do, so I found one for you.
"Hail the denier of empires, keeper of secrets unknown. All that he touches will set fire, now you're going to reap what you sow."
Black Flag Rising-JT Machinma.
3269587 Oh, I don't look for those quotes. I make them up as I go along. Except song lyrics - those actually belong to whatever artist I'm playing on Pandora at the moment.
3269024 Then again... only one legion of space marines came to the alternate world, there's still plenty of defenders.
3270106 But they're all probably praying with a zealousness that is causing the gods of chaos physical harm at the return of their emperor.
Lunar Elite Guard with woodstock Lasrifle carbines and camo capes plz
3257408 Ok i think i didn´t really seemed to be clear about what i wanted to say about the chaos gods. I don´t think they are scary (or original) if based on silly villains as Nightmaremoon and Pinkamina ( I don´t even know why everyone is scared because of a fanfic that´s totally not going to happen and why give her another name anyway just because the mane looks different i don´t get another name when i cut my hair so what) they just don´t seem scary or anything to take seriously. So the only thing that kinda bother me are the silly villain laugh , the eternal night phrase and the cupcake thing (basicly everything that conveys that these two are who you wanted them to be) everything else like the quick murder and the sentense " Pedophiles are the most delicious" THAT is something that really made her scary but as soon as i read "do you want to make cupcakes?" i got bored
But hey this is your story maybe you can make it scary again
3270394 Nightmare isn't meant to be scary. She's the type of villain that's a manipulator and deceiver, and can even be considered appealing to the unwary.
Pinkamina, on the other hand... Well, I should elaborate here. I don't find Cupcakes itself to be scary. I haven't read the fic yet, but after reading a similar fic in Rarity's Dresses, I think it would just leave me feeling confused and grossed out. What was scary for me was the hype built up around it.
Consider Slenderman for a moment. Slenderman in himself is not scary - a tall skinny guy with no face and a suit (or me in a morphsuit for Halloween). But from this idea people built up a reputation of a monster that passively-aggressively haunts you for years, appearing in places it shouldn't, making his victims disappear into mist.
Likewise, Pinkamina in herself is just the angry alt-personality of Pinkie with a bad haircut. However, from this idea she has been built up into a dimension-hopping monster that takes pleasure in brutal and sadistic torture, only letting you die when she's done with you, and cooks your body into delicious pastries. That is scary.
On the last part, yeah I was kinda phoning in the last two paragraphs, trying to wrap a chapter I'd been working all summer on. But fret not - next time you see these two, "scary" is exactly what they'll be (I could do more with them, but then I'd have to turn this into a mature rating, which I don't want to do).
3276903 Oh I know about Half-Life, but I'm not a particular fan of it. When each game/episode within the Orange Box roadblocks me within the first four levels of each game, with no way for me to jump a huge distance, get through a tunnel of fences or pile up a bunch of barrels to get through a goddamned sewer, that turns me off to it big time. (I do like Portal though. That was a much better game).
Having said that, I've been surfing the sci-fi forums for a good long while, and I've come across some threads that put the Combine against the Imperium. The general consensus was that when the Combine comes to 40k, even if somehow they have a technological edge (which they don't), they have no way of counter-acting psyker powers or creatures of the warp.
Sending them into this fight would be like sending in the Covenant Remnant- they would be out of their element, easily overshadowed, and not worth anyone's time.
(Side note: When it comes to adding major worlds sequel-wise, the only options on the table are Fallout:Equestria and Star Wars (my personal choices), and the Marvel/DC universes (the opinion of my contributors over on FF.net).)
3277315 Gordon Freeman is a Mary Sue who doesn't talk and solves his problems with a crowbar. He's not OP, he's badly written.
But joking aside, there are very few things in fiction that are more OP than Warhammer 40k (namely, Ian M. Banks' Culture series, Dr. Who, Halo on occasion, etc.). Half-Life isn't one of them.
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My Ancestors solved problems with blades.
3277948 So? What does that have to do with what I.F. or I have been saying?
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Ab-so-lu-te-ly no-th-in-g
3271137 Dude this is already too much mature content with the killing scenes and all
I wouldn´t mind some more adult like topics or jokes for that matter.
But yeah show me that these two can be scary although i am sceptic and you win a cupcake award
Also don´t try to convince me on this i am weird. Sometimes i am too objective to get what makes something scary and Slenderman is like the most stupid thing to be scared of since ... you know ... he doesn´t even do anything... that dude is just tall and faceless walking around ... and seriously he has a suit .Even a tie Everybody loves suits . I do . I don´t own one tho.
...I am talking to much
ps: I forgot to ask you about a really dirty, bloody and awesome fighting scene on a real battlefield like in the halo books with strategy and all ... or just The three main badasses of the three verses showing off their skills like in a tag team battle like bloodbath . (I know it´s not going to happen because rating