War of the Snow Mountains Part 3: Carnage Goes to the Mountains

(Jar Zera'val/Chaos Champion)

Location Nord Sector, Eldar World-Ymir, Carnage Corrupted Regions

Everything is ready.

As I walked through the corrupted areas some distance away from the plateau leading the mighty army of the Dark One, I smiled sinicly looking over my army that was waiting for me all eager as I to shed blood, and cause untold amount of havoc and Carnage.

I watched as countless gobos all dressed in heavier set of clothes for the Ymirian cold, armed with wraithbone enhanced macabre weapons ranging from various bolters, autoguns, lapsguns, rocket launchers, and new guns shredders taking some inspiration from my former weaker kin, a gobo told me they shot reving miniature saw-disk that shred into the victims shot at, a fitting name for such a diabolical weapon.

Just thinking of them filled me twisted desires to tear and flay all those weak alderi apart in Alka'lkarnak/Laharl's name...

Sighing as I rustled through the violet tinted snow, seeing the short, little dirty green skinned hellings rustle and scamper around shooting up the place, also eager for bloodshed like everyone that is gathered.

I've overheard the roaring of copter engines, which meant one thing...turning my head slightly upward, I saw several doom seekers fly overhead.

Those crazy gobos piloting those flying death machines were laughing and yelling about wanting to rampage and slaughter all the frost eldars that were opposed to Adrak'Maal what these fanatical hellions called the Dark One.

Scuffing at these crazed lunatic if they weren't the chosen of Lady Jade Emerlhyde, I would have preferred them all dead...the only things these hellions are really useful is in the forges, not the battlefield...I sighed standing there as I watched the various gobos under my command from gunners, savage melee fighter armed with other wraithbone enhanced weapons serrated blades, huge cleavers, gruesome axes, and buzzsaws all wildly swinging said weapons on the cold air.

Shaking my head, I proceeded ahead and saw the others under my command, the techo-organic creations and servents of the Dark Goddess of Bio-crafting, Scalpel Bleedinhart, these Chaos made creatures are the Flesh Horrors.

The Flesh Horrors that also rustle through the snow their various tones of grey unrotting like skin with metal and various machines grafted/surgically implanted on them clearly noticeable.

Without any difficulty, they wondered and waited for my command, these creatures were honorably granted to me by the great dark gods of the Warp, I looked as the Husks moaning and grouning with the light violet energy glowing through their tech and biological systems.

Not only them, both the combination of several human women into a dark grey arachnid like creatures called Bio-crafters were skittering across the snow, acting as Lady Scalpel's direct assistants and lieutenants amongst the flesh horrors, not only them but I watched as several dozen of grayish greenskined flesh horrors known as Gorrs the muscle of the creatures of Bleedinhart.

Lastly, amongst the hundreds of flesh horrors was the biggest horrific creature, a twisted almagamation between human bodies, macabre machinery, a giant, long pale skinned creature basically a human-centipede with razor-sharp curved bladed legs, and strong firepower as it not only had a set of huge sickle arms, but also another set of arms at the front with powerful laps-cannons attachments.

Lady Scalpel has truly blessed me by sending these hundreds of flesh horrors, and I've even be blessed by her personally with the power of rapid regeneration after I offered a hundred of the younglings from my weaken Alderi Gods worshiping kin to her, and the Daemon Nurse of Kolbaline was pleased.

Smirking, I brushed my right clawed-hand through my hair as I continued on.

I heard one of my C'hartari warriors calling out to me, surrounding these Carnage-touched eldars, was my dark master's latest gift, the six carnage powered stone colossie the Infernals, many c'hartari warriors armed with corrupted weaponry along with my dark seers awaiting for me to signal them to open a portal to the Shi'lanorai Mountains.

These dark seers are the strongest psykers amongst the c'hartari that have offered themselves fully to Chaos, Carnage, and our dark masters of the Immaterium, for we'll have no need to march to the shi'lanorai territory.

I laugh and openly praised the Dark God, Alka'lkarnak this slaughter...this genocide...this my first true battle and conquest as the chosen Champion of Alka'lkarnak (Laharl) I'll will gain untold favor and power from the Dark One and his Dark Ladies, I might achieve not only the chance to kill that bitch, Kala!

I might even beat Crystallyl in gaining the ultimate honor...not immortality...not daemonhood...but godhood and a place beside Alka'lkarnak as his latest queen!!!

The surge of desire and other emotions that I'm feeling was almost irresistible and can't be fully described, I tightened the grip on my scepter and with my left arm reach for the handle of my Carnage Blade strapped on my back.

Now, with my weapons ready for blood, I spoke to my dark seers, "Open the way...our God. The Dark Harbinger demands carnage, genocide, destruction, and the corruption of all those weak, infidel souls of the alderi!!!" hearing my words, my C'hartari cheered, and the Dark Seers began to chant in the dark tongue.

In just a few moments, a huge violet and black portal opened breaching through the veil of reality in this realm, pointing my chaosbrand scepter to the portal I yelled out, "FORWARD!!!" and in immediate responses, my C'hartari and Infernals rushed through it first, followed by the Flesh Horrors and lastly the Gobos.

The eagerness I felt was maddening...regardless of my own ambitions and desires I was tasked by my dark master to aid the Shi'lanorai princess in the civil war she has started and insure the fall of the frost eldar to his worship and service...

In Alka'lkarnak the Dark Harbinger's name, I swear I'll keep my word and follow my dark master's command without question or failure, but as I stand before the portal and the cold Ymirian air blew against me I swear that I'll be the next queen to rise...not Crystallyl Shik'Adammine!!!!

Not anyone...! calming myself I started making my way through the portal as well and onto the bloody snow-covered battlefield that awaits me...

(General POV)

Location the Nethervoid-Castle Neo Oblivion, Throne Room

Within the white marble, violet and burgundy draped, and daemonically elegant style throne room of the personal dwelling of the Chaos God of Carnage, sat Laharl in his Ebony Throne, he was alone, watching everything that was unfolding in Ymir.

The Daemon Queens and proud wives of the Dark One were occupied performing important tasks in preparation for not only the upcoming daemonic invasion of Ymir, but the future battle against the Lord of Decay, Nurgle who was still nameless to the mortals and unsentient in the Warp still.

As said, Laharl was closely watching the events of Ymir not only watching as his latest Daemon Queen to be was gutting a loyalist shi'lanorai before she used her own super strength to completely tear off the head of said ice warrior, dousing herself completely with blood as she tossed the severed, helmed head of her latest victim at her other opponent.

Smashing against the ice warrior's head as Crystallyl's improvised projectile hit it's mark hard, seeing this brought a pleased smile to Laharl's face as she reminded him a lot of the ancient viking women, of myth from his...and possibly this world...he thought this because even thou GW got most their inspiration from Earth's ancient history, in this reality many human and Astarte cultures swear it their "own" he shuke his head as he went on one of his usual fan rants.

Laharl kept watching as Crystallyl and her warriors slaughtered in his name, pleasing and empowering him as the battle at the shi'lanorai territory was raging he turned his divine gaze towards his other mortal forces that where on Ymir as well.

He saw and heard all of his Chaos Champion, Jar Zera'val was thinking and craving, what he did in response to her blaintent lust for power, ambition, and himself was laugh out loud.

While Laharl saw her as a worthy tool, servant, and possible future Chaos Aspect Lord for his c'hartari cults, he didn't desire her more than that...but this impossible to obtain ambition and desire would serve to make her stronger and more devoted to him and Carnage.

So all in all it just amused the Lord of Lust, he stood up from his throne watching as the young succubi handmaidens all work around the throne room upon noticing him stand from his throne, they stopped working bowed respectfully to him making the Dark One think, <"Who needs maids, when you loyal, devoted daemons serving you."> chuckling to himself, Laharl told them not to worry, that he didn't need anything and to carry on with their work.

Once again, bowing their head to him, they did as he commanded, returning to work with everything going smoothly and he saw as his Carnage forces have already joined the Bloodstained Snow Beasts, as they storm inside the mountains Laharl decided to retire to his Bed Chambers and wait for his dear wives to finish their business, so they enjoy themselves for a long while.

As the Dark One walked towards the draped entrance to his and the Dark Ladies' personal chambers, the succubi could feel the power and lust emanating from their Dark God.

They all admit it was exciting, especially when the mistresses finally come back, being daemons of lust they could easily sense it and crave it, be it in any form making them all giggle and fantasize about the upcoming "activities".