Chapter 8 Offerings and Mark

[note; l have spun the wheel, and l have a great idea for this one, anyway let's get back to the story now.]

Utvalde woke up from his dream and realised his bed had the finest silk as he got out of was in a bed.

He saw many women or who knows demonets on the ground sleeping, Utvalde moves slowly and tries not to step on them.

Utvalde saw that he has some parts of N'kari like his extra arm like pincers, and more horns on his head, Utvalde goes looking around the realm and enjoying his time there.

On the evening that would become known as the night of pain, the dark elf celebrated the rite of Atharti their goddess of pleasure in enthusiastic orgiastic style to such a degree that it thinned the veil to the realm of chaos. the Witch King brooded in his tower.

Long ago, the desire for vengeance burnt away his desire for gratification, and Malekith spent the eve plotting his next masterstroke. However, as the minutes passed, the Witch King became aware that something was amiss.

The screams were now somehow more desperate, the laughter darker and even more tormented, walking to his chamber's iron balcony.

The Witch King looked down into the tangle of dark streets and saw what he had suspected - the anarchy was no longer that of revelry, but battle.

Utvalde sensing this opportunity burst forth into the city of nagarond he sought to claim Malekith's corrupt soul a horde of Slaaneshi demons. Following in his wake as the screams and moans of pleasure turned to horror and pain the city guards soon marched out to protect its population.

Hordes of Daemonettes capered in the Greater Daemon's wake, laughing merrily as their wicked claws lashed out, but now there was slaughter on both sides, for the city guard had mobilised.

Daemonettes tumbled to the cobblestones, ichor gushing from spear- and bolt wounds. Only where Utvalde strutted did the Dark Elves known defeat, for no shield could offer defence against this elegant brute.

Malekith watched with approval as, little by little, the Dark Elves yielded the streets, seeking more favourable ground. Each withdrawal left a tidemark of dead and dying were a spear wall had made its stand.

Demons were skewered by lances and beheaded by halberds, but still, they came on. Fiends skittered across the concourse, only to be obliterated by doombolts cast by sorceresses hidden in the serried ranks.

Mounted Demons, too swift to target, vaulted over the ranks of the Black Guard and onto the steps beyond. As they did so, Assassins appeared amongst the Black Tower's colonnades to end the demon's threat with poisoned blades. Yet still, the demons came on.

The dark elves began to retreat to the more favourable ground as the demon horde seemed endless demonets sensing victory letting lose a shriek of joy dashing forward only to be cut down by the dark elf war machines.

Utvalde hung back but two other keepers of secrets now joined the battle scattering the dark elves like broken dolls forcing, Malekith himself to join the fray not breaking stride the Witch-king with a flinch of his fingers covered a group of demonets in black flame.

The air now filled with the ruinous stench of charred demon flesh Malekith raised a hand and pointed at one of the keeper of secrets clenching his fist the beast bellowed in agony as every bone in its unholy body snapped at once.

Having broken the momentum of the attack nagarond's blackguard began to push the demons back and trapped the second keeper of secrets against the statue of Khaine and hacked it apart.

Now nothing stood in the way of these two enemies as they came face to face on the battlefield; Utvalde bellowed and charged directly at the Witch-king Utvalde didn't care how the battle went he was here for his prize.

The black guard moved to block Utvalde but he is the mightiest of his kind and would not abide an obstacle the black guard was implied to a bloody ruin beneath the demon's monstrous pincers.

With a triumphant howl and Utvalde confronted Malekith on the steps of the Black Tower as Utvalde approached the Witch-king started laughing overconfident as ever.

Utvalde lowed his head and charged seeking to impale and slash malekith with his pincers and dual axes in response Malekith sent out a stream of black fire to stagger and blind the demon.

Dodging to one side and unleashing a savage backswing that cut deep into the demon's flesh Utvalde bellowed in pain and turned to face his prey axes slashing out.

Malakith retreated across the steps, the destroyer, Malekith's blade flashing as it parried each strike, again and again, Utvalde struck faster and stronger like a wildfire then the dark elf sent black flames against Utvalde but the demon was ready for them now.

The fire spotted out due to his magical defences Utvalde lashed out and Malekith ducked, Utvalde blow destroyed the stonework behind the elf sending rubble flying in all directions taking advantage of Utvalde's momentary confusion.

The Witch-king hefted the destroyer's black blade and pressed the attack with a flurry of knife-quick blows with each strike the destroyer glowed dully as it sapped the demon's magical lifeblood.

With one last effort the demon rose to his feet his lower arms whipped out once more and this time Malakith was too slow and Utvalde's vice-like hand clamped around the Witch-king's shoulders pinning his arms.

The destroyer to his sides and Utvalde leered in with sadistic joy as he heaved the struggling witch king from the ground his serpent tongue flicked out to caress his captive armoured cheek leaving a trail of foul-scented drool in its wake.

When a handful of the black guard charged up the steps their master's aid and curry gestured lazily with a claw and sent a cloud of magical shards to tear the flesh from their bones as their lifeless bodies crumpled the greater demon.

Brought his other claw up and clamped it around Malekith's armoured throat with a last lingering smile and Utvalde began to squeeze but the Witch-king was not yet done the last few moments that his Black Ark had bought him.

He had marshalled his sorcery and now he unleashed it in a single display of devastating power a bolt of black lightning arced from the sky. It smashed into the demon shattering his defences and wreaking some ruin upon his flesh as Utvalde staggered with the impact.

Malekith burst free from his grasp before the demon could recover he brought the destroyer around in a mighty two-handed blow that could kill Utvalde.

But Utvalde used his pincer-like claws to hold on to Malekith's arms and Utvalde's mutated stomach impaled Malekith's body and a host of tiny Daemon-mites burst from the Malekith's gaping mouth.

Giggling with glee, they swarm over the Malekith's armour, They devour his armour reaching into his body and eating the insides on him hungrily. The battle was won Utvalde offered Malekith's soul and the souls of Nagarond's people and also Teclis' soul saving it for this moment.

The Dark Gods giggle in glee and they clap, every clap shaking the world and the realms and the souls screamed in pain and fear. Days have passed and Nagarond looks like a corrupted hell hole, where demons thrive and live.

Utvalde brooded in his new tower, on where to go and what to do and then a vision, came to him, chaos warriors of Nurgle ramping the streets of the empire and a bell tolled screaming out throughout the empire.

Utvalde set out on his new mission, he saw a White Rat in long-small robes and tomes that could fit on his body.

The rat says to Utvalde "why is demon here-here?" Utvalde replies " l wish to join you as a hired warrior" The rat replies "I'm Rasknitt!, Grey Seer yes-yes, come, here-here warrior to under empire yes-yes!" Utvalde followed Rasknittt in this under the empire as they entered the small narrow cave.

He saw the massive intercontinental, the subterranean empire that Rasknitt was talking about that holds uncounted miles of tunnels and passageways that stretch from who knows where.

It utilised a complex series of tunnels, passageways, and caverns to navigate between this city, Utvalde was in wonder he saw makeshift buildings and tall towers connecting to other buildings.

As they enter the Under empire Utvalde notices the beady red eyes lurk everywhere in the dark, Utvaldes notices that they are a bit paranoid.

Rasknitt shows Utvalde his newest invention The Skittergate, The Skittergate is a massive Warpstone-powered portal that leads somewhere, Utvalde sees the wonder of this technology and, Utvalde ask for a place to stay in this place.

Rasknitt agrees and in the dark night, another mark appears on Utvalde's demonic body a cursed triangle.