The Crystal, Gauntlet, & Incense

[Author Note: Quick correction from last chapter about the Oaths divinity, it is in on it's max level, and it was a mistake on my part for writing that it could ascend further, special thanks to Christian_Poole for correcting me, have a nice day and enjoy the chapter.]

(General POV)

Location the Nethervoid-Castle Neo Oblivion, Rooftop Garden

Laharl quickly returned with new swarm of furries now inhabiting the Nethervoid skies, some have even taken a liking to roosting on top of various areas...the Castle, the Palace of Depravity, the Hell Spires, the Chapels, Ba'al's Library, Mordred's Fortress, and even the mountains around the realm.

Laharl quickly entered his Castle, and greeted lovingly all eight of his dear wives, all were extremely happy to see one another.

After sharing a meal and some "intimate" moments together, the Dark One left his beloved queens to rest in the bedroom, while he went to the rooftop garden, accompanying him was Chi that decided to spend some time with each other, relaxing amongst her dark florrah and the statues alongside Laharl's Arch-Daemon statue.

The First Daemon Queen, and the Dark One were enjoying themselves as they drank Ambrossia together, and Chi caressed her welcoming daemonic plants with her claws.

They conversed and shared some romantic moments with each other, as they spend a lovely time just them alone.

Laharl even embraced her making her light grey face blush and they stayed in each other's arms for sometime before, Laharl decided to leave to his favorite mountain to have some time to think, design and create the equipment that he is about to add to his and his brother, shared avatar.

Before leaving Chi gave him a kissed, and wished him well making Laharl, smile lovingly to her, as he gave her another kiss, before unfolding his wings and taking flight to the Lone Mountain of Creation.

Location the Nethervoid-The Top of a Lone Mountain of Creation

After a short flight, with the Dark One's incredible speed he has reached the top of the violet mountain, that many cultists have made "sacred" cause their Dark God, frequently uses it to make divine artifact, new daemonic demigods as they see all the Elder Daemons as such, and much more.

He rushed to the abused and highly damaged top of the violet mountain, despite the fantasized stories created from his fanatical worshipers and mortal followers, this mountain has become his most favored spot to craft and create things...as he walked forward to the open area of the mountaintop, he though it would be more beneficial to create a new facility on the spot...but that will be a project for another time.

The Dark One, stood there and thought of what could benefit Ixion as an a equipment...he started thinking of his avatar state, greatest weakness being magic, which should be much easier to use, channel, and understand if he has an artifact exclusive to his magical need.

So the Dark One, decided to create a magical artifact to bend the Winds of Magic, and empower the spells cast by him while operating, Ixion Daemonhart.

Now that he has the inspiration he needed, Laharl began to think and design what he wants to create...after a while, he finally had an idea, a crystal...a crystal meant to pull in a partial amount of the Winds of Magic, and the magical energies from adversaries, would perfectly serve all his need, plus he can add a few extra effects to it, to make it a deadly weapon against magical adversaries like Manfred, Teclis, and soo many others.

Since creating this crystal would be too powerful if he used a Free Absolute Creation/FAC, the Dark One decided to primarily use and relay on his [Creator & Relics] divinities to make this and limit the overall power of it by some degrees.

Using the [Physical Shift] skill, he retracted his wings back into his body, as he reached his left arm out with his Claw of Hades opened facing to the sky, as he begun to channel his divinities and ruinous power through himself and onto the palm of his clawed-power gauntlet, as a black, violet, and maroon aura started to coat and pulse over the Claw of Hades.

The black clouds in the maroon skies of the Nethervoid, they started to gather right over the mountain as violet stones and small chunks of the mountain itself started to float and swirl around him, levitating around his extended arm and opened claw.

The gathering materials and raw Warp-energies were surging with ruinous power, remakinh, and merging together to form a great dark violet crystal the size of a basketball, the crystal which has a couple of eight-point stars spinning intertwined on the crystal, within the center of the said crystal was a black mass made from living shadows, he has already come up with the name of this magical artifact, the Crystal of Overwhelming Insanity.

The reason of the name, aside from the improved focus and drawing of the Wind of Magic, or any other source of magical power but this crystal once permanently bounded to Ixion as it can't be destroyed or stolen, as Laharl designed it to be, it will also cause a similar affect to his Hell Spire only to weak Magic Casters.

Any weak and beginners of the lores of magic or any sort of magic users, will suffer unimaginable pain and strain to their souls and minds as their drained of their magical energies but infect those souls minds with utter pain and strain, as the corruptive force of Madness penetrates their very beings and make them unable to stand anywhere near Ixion, Laharl had this idea basing it off of Azazel's tabletop rule/lore of mortals that aren't able to willstand his visage would subcome to him and fall either as victims or willing slaves to the Prince of Damnation.

Pleased with the finished artifact, now floating over his claws, he banished the crystal storing it away for now.

Once again he sprouted his six wings and with a powerful flap of them, launched himself to the sky and flew back home to Castle Neo Oblivion, to spend what time remains before the Old World campaign resumes.

Location the Blood Lands-The Brass Citadel/The Gore Fortress, the Skull Thrones of Khorne

Khorne and Valkia were sitting upon their respected thrones, watching over the several wars and battles happening across the Materium when a bloodletter actually came rushing up the Skull Stairs, and immediately kneeled before them.

The two War Gods, both were annoyed with this blatant interruption but for a lesser daemon to be so brazen and also be able to get pass Karanak in one piece the two War Gods held back their anger...for now, as Khorne demanded an explanation for the intrusion.

The bloodletter thanked them for their mercy, and explained that the new daemons of the Forges of the Eight has sent him to give a message to their dark master's.

Both were interested, as Khorne lean a bit forward from his massive throne and simply said, "Continue, little daemon."

After explaining everything to them that the Forge has been vastly improved in efficiency and production, as well that the Gore Butchers has create a great gift for the Blood God, that is waiting inside the Forge of the Eight, for his retrieval.

Once again the Blood God was pleased, soo pleased he allowed the bloodletter to leave unharmed or punished from the throne room, before the Blood God could say or do anything Valkia said, "Beloved?" making Khorne turn his gaze towards her, as she continued, "May I accompany you, to the Forges? I want some of these forgers to make special equipment for my daughters, as well." Khorne stared a little before closing his eyes and chuckling a bit.

He looked at her and said, "My dearest wife. You never need to ask, to spend time or be by my side. Let's go now." a smile graced the pale, beautiful face of the Daemon Queen of Blood, but before she stood from her throne Khorne did so first and offered his right hand, as a loving gesture to help her stand from her throne.

This made Valkia happy and a bit flustered as she took the offered hand and stood up, as the two dark rulers of the Blood Lands began to leave the Gore Fortress and head towards the Forge of the Eight.

Sometime later...

Location the Forge of the Eight

The wed couple have walked all the way towards the mountain and volcano region that surround the mighty forges of the Blood Lands.

Once they made it to the lava pool/spawning pool of the Gore Butchers, as the Blood Crying Tree was growing strong and slightly larger as the number of gore butchers was growing and they have expanded slightly the red brass forges of the Blood God, making him and Valkia impressed in such little time since these red devils joined the Blood Legion.

Speaking of them some were already making guard rounds around the area with new, heavy red brass armor most having greaves that don't impede movement or cover their hooves, while some have a heavy red gauntlet or a pair along with one shoulder pauldron, also they all wore rags as loincloth.

They wield either a pair of heavy looking crimson and black, axes or one great one all baring the symbol of Khorne.

It was clear that Gore Butchers has forged already their equipment and much more, making themselves ready for any sort of battle that will come in their names.

Both Khorne and Valkia grinned at this glorious sight as they made their way inside, all the while the gore butchers were showing reverence and respect to them, even opening the massive brass door for them to enter the Forges of the Eight.

Once inside it was clear that the Gore Butchers, were clearly better at operating and managing the forges than the bloodletters before, as there were hundreds of them working and the forges, melting and smelting the "sacred" brass ore of their God, to make countless hellblades, khornate axes, brass armors, and much more.

As they made their way through the hellish forges, Valkia excused herself to quickly give her command to the forgers to make the new weapons and armors for the Blood Valkyries, giving her husband a quick kiss and heading to another spot of the Forges, while Khorne continued to the center of the forge, where he sensed not only the large amount of Gore Butchers but a powerful artifact of some sort, permeating with power.

Because of this source of power, the Blood God headed straight towards soldiers source.

After a few steps further inside of the forge, he saw hundreds of Gore Butchers forging some artifact, as crimson blazing hammers were rise and struck into a anvil holding some item, once the red devils noticed their dark master approaching one yelled at the others to allow their Dark God passage and to present the offering they've made to him.

Separating to allow Khorne to see a great, heavy, layered gauntlet emenating raw power and on the back of the hand bore his symbol in golden brass as well as brass made knuckles, along with many runes to protect against magic, since many future opponents of multiverse were cowardly magic users, Khorne bestowed upon them the knowledge to craft and smith armors and equipment that could counter and guard against it.

Hence these ork based daemons, were able to make anti-magic gear and weaponry perfect for the legions of Blood.

Khorne approach the gauntlet, he reached out and grabbed it, taking a close inspection of the artifact...and he was quite pleased with the results.

He praised the Gore Butchers for their work and offering, as he claimed it but not before channeling some of his dark, ruinous power into the gauntlet as he'll use it for Ixion as the power he was channeling into it will serve to grant the gauntlet some extra abilities, aside from being an anti-magical artifact.

It will serve both as armor and a weapon as it can now channel and harness the power of hellfire, while he prefers close bloody combat, he knows the need and advantages of range combat as well, and with this the Gauntlet of Relentless Fury will serve to resolve that nuisance.

As all the red devils cheered, roared, and praised their dark master, "BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!!! SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!!!!" was chanted and repeated throughout the forges over and over.

Location the Plague Garden-The Blighted Mansion/The Withered Throne-Apothecary Chambers

Nurgle was once again working in his apothecary, making his newest equipment for Ixion, this spark of inspiration hit him while he was creating the Death Grove Cap-Burrow of the Plague Brutes in the Fungus Lands.

The delightfully rancid and vile smells of decay and death made the Decaying God have soo much inspiration on what to create for his avatar state, a special incense that can be equipped to the avatar to emenate such racid miasma, that will strengthen and empowered those touched and enlighten by his Gifts...while the rest will suffer ungodly smells and viral infections making them easier picking for him and their forces.

During his time working in his beloved home, Nurgle was able to create the incense case already resembling a long rusted, and mold covered glass green iron cage, like a old gothic style street light, with venting holes at both the top and bottom to release the soon to be added substance within.

Connected to a green, rusted long chain that will wrap around Ixion as it was made with powerful...withered metals and further strengthen by the Plague God himself making it unattainable or usable to any other aside from Nurgle himself, he was soo impressed by this artifact he thought of making another one exclusive for his own use to join his God Artifacts, like Worldblighter.

But he can make such a powerful artifact at the later time, right now he was steering the cauldron to infuse the mix for the Incense of a Thousand Corpses.

Why the choice of name?

Cause the main ingredients of the brewing mix in the cauldron, is a thousand rotting bodies from various mortal creatures, including ork and eldar as well.

Mixed together with vile of a Great Unclean One's stomach, the bloody puss from a dozen parasite ridden pigs, the water from a still pool filled with dead insects and withered plants, and lastly some pieces of plagued bone marrow, it will take some time until it was complete, but in the end the brew and liquid incense that forever burn and permeate from the Incense of a Thousand Corpses was finished, and once done Nurgle will wait for his brothers call to not only bound these artifacts to Ixion, but to leave back to Old World as well.

Sometime Later...

Location the Warp-Realm of Chaos, Over the Nethervoid, the Azure Moon's Core/Secret Azure Moon Altar of Ixion

Once again inside the three brother were within the secret altar chamber, and resting place of the Avatar, Ixion Daemonhart, and like before they were bounding their new artifacts to said avatar.

A crystal, a gauntlet and a incense, all merging to the respected state of their avatar, as the azure blue chamber was illuminated by reds, violets, greens, and black energy waves being released by Khorne, Laharl, and Nurgle respectively.

All this was also making their avatar much more powerful and attuned to them...

And after a few moments they were finished as they each ceased to flow their power into the avatar, and their presented equipment was successfully bound to their avatar.

Khorne turned to Laharl, asking if all was ready for them to continue their campaign, Laharl turned his gaze towards his younger brother, nodding first before responding, "Yes all is ready the Daemons, Giants, Dragon Ogres, and Daemonhosts, are all ready to be brought through into the Old World. Once back within Enzium, we'll open a rift with the Haz'kariot, and bring all of our re-enforcements through, after that we'll immediately start heading south to Norsca." Khorne nodded, while Nurgle spoke, "My brothers...everytime...we go...to...the...Old World...I'm...excited for...all...the Chaos...we'll wrought...hahehehehee."

Both Laharl and Khorne turned to their brother, and completely agree with him, especially Laharl since it means he'll finally face other legendary characters from Old World, aside from Kholek Suneater of course.

And in all honesty his surprise that only Kholek has faced them with all the anarchy and destruction they've caused on the Chaos Wastes, in the course of a month.

But knowing the eternal struggle of Chaos Champions remaining in the favor of their respected God, or the machinations of the Chaos Gods in the Old World they'll soon face the other Chaos champions...in truth he hopes to take on and crush Archeon, for then no other Chaos aligned character unless their ego grows to high, will dare to challenge them...most likely they'll serve them.

Laharl told his brothers to sit upon their respected throne, in the Thrones of the Damned it was time to return piloting the avatar, and continue their campaign, as Nurgle expressed a few moments ago, things were getting really exciting for all of them, as they each took their respected sit and began transferring their consciousness back into Ixion.