Princess Lorelei of the Fae Kingdom is arranged to marry the demon Prince Drakvol once he becomes king of Lucem. Lorelei must revive her powers and defeat her husband before he destroys the balance of light and dark. What could a demon possibly gain by marrying a princess of light? Follow her as she unwravels the secrets of her husband, tangled within the castle of the Black Kingdom. 

Lorelei must outwit her own husband in order to save the Fae, but falling in love with him could make things complicated. 

Love. Lust. Secrets. Magic.

"When will the wedding take place?" 

I studied the King's face as I awaited his reply. We rode side by side now, and the guards rode a few paces behind us; enough space for us to have private conversations without the risk of being heard.

"Three nights from now," he exhaled softly, and I could sense he was fatigued by the furrow of his brow and the raspiness of his words. I had always been perceptive of such things, but at a time like this, it really didn't matter to me how a Daemon was feeling.

Could an all-powerful deity really be fatigued? It's not like he was drained of his mother power as I had been. Nevertheless, he did not speak to me unless I ignited conversation, so we rode in silence for a good hour. Eventually, we reached the heart of the kingdom. An ominous, black castle was far off in the distance—the Daemon castle. 

"Lords and civilians from all six kingdoms will be celebrating with us, so prepare yourself," he broke the silence. 

"Prepare myself for the unnatural unification of two different species? I will do my best," I smiled. 

He tilted his head and cocked his brow.

"Is it too late for me to return you to your father, or would that be a great offense to His Majesty?" 


"He would not be surprised, Your Grace. The only surprise would be that a Daemon king concerned himself with whether or not others are offended by his actions," my eyes met his.


"I did not express that I wouldn't go through with it, I simply asked if it would offend," he defended; it must be embarrassing for a Daemon to be seen in even a sliver of good light.


"Well, in that case, I stand by your decision in taking me back. I am the kind of wife that would support her husband's decision, you see. Obedient—is that what they call it? I do ask one simple favor, if you don't mind," I carefully read his expression as the words of snark spilled from my mouth. I really had no control over my behavior, but before a Daemon king, it would be wiser to watch my tongue. 


"Go on," he said, seeming to play along.


"Take my brother Braden instead. I may be crass, but I cannot suffer another minute in his shadow." 


"No offense to your brother, but I prefer a more feminine bride, so I believe that means you're stuck here." he voiced firmly.


I frowned.


"Unless you have a sister?" Drakvol raised his brow again, and the corners of his mouth tugged upward ever so slightly. 


I clicked my tongue—the sound audible even against the loud trotting of hooves on stone.


"Then you will be calling this home for the years ahead," he nodded his head to the castle looming above us.

~~Princess Lorelei of the Fae Kingdom is arranged to marry the demon Prince Drakvol once he becomes king of Lucem. Lorelei must revive her powers and defeat her husband before he destroys the balance of light and dark. What could a demon possibly gain by marrying a princess of light? Follow her as she unravels the secrets of her husband, tangled within the castle of the Black Kingdom. ~~

An Angel has been sent down from Heaven, she goes by Samariel. Her superior, Michael, told her to report the damage unruly Daemons, under Hell's rule, have caused. She needs to fix what they have done. Lucifer has sent a Daemon to help Samariel. The daemon who was sent goes by Vol'garoth. He was told to kill the Daemons who has caused so much trouble. Vol'garoth loathes Angels. Will Vol'garoth help Samariel? Or will he leave her to deal with the Daemon herself?

An Angel has been sent down from Heaven, she goes by Samariel. Her superior, Michael, told her to report the damage unruly Daemons, under Hell's rule, have caused. She needs to fix what they have done. Lucifer has sent a Daemon to help Samariel. The daemon who was sent goes by Vol'garoth. He was told to kill the Daemons who has caused so much trouble. Vol'garoth loathes Angels. Will Vol'garoth help Samariel? Or will he leave her to deal with the Daemons herself? Why does Vol'garoth hate angels so much?

Even the gods are feared of this secret magic... Daemon choses human

986.M41 The Emperor's Boot

Karev stood eye to eye with the Eldar that had been aiding Jarod for a good long while now, examining him to the best of his ability. Farseer Elirom did the same, though his lack of helmet showed how much trust the Xenos put into Jarod's judgment. If the inquisitor had been so inclined, he could have shot Elirom and been done with it. However, he did not feel such action was necessary.

"I see Jarod has indeed been recruiting even more allies, just as predicted," Elirom spoke, nodding to the Inquisitor.

Karev returned the gesture, "I must admit that I did not expect him to have allied himself with an entire craftworld, and to know the location of one no less."

Elirom smirked, "Many of my kin do not believe in Jarod's ability, but I have seen into the distant future, and I can say without a doubt that he will be instrumental in destroying the ruinous powers and bringing peace to the galaxy."

"Then I suppose we are in agreement. I am Inquisitor Karev, of the Ordo Xenos."

"And I am Farseer Elirom, of Craftworld Aurorum III."

The two shook hands, and not for the first time nor the last, a deal was struck between the Inquisition and the Craftworld Eldar.

[-----]

Jarod rubbed his eyes as he tried to take in the sight before him. As soon as he had landed a foot on the craftworld, he had booked it to Michael's hab. What he had not expected was to find Michael standing in the kitchen arguing with the howling Banshee Exarch.

Micheal stood at the fridge digging through it frantically, while Salah was digging through the cabinets.

"How do you not have any equivalent to milk!?" Michael asked frantically as he pushed several bottles and cartons around.

"I'm sorry, but my taste buds don't exactly work the same as yours! We've never had any of you to feed!" She said despondently, "And we're out of kor!"

Michael groaned, "Great, the only thing savory you have and we're out of it."

Kiara soon came out of a hallway carrying… was that a toaster?

"I finished fixing the toaster! It shouldn't burn the bread this time!" She announced.

Jarod blinked as he witnessed what could only be called a family frantically trying to get dinner cooked. Once Kiara had put down and plugged in the toaster, Michael pulled out a loaf of white-yellow… what Jarod thought was bread, as he started cutting it.

"What have I walked into?" Jarod muttered, just loud enough to be heard over the constant talking and arguing.

As one, everyone in the room halted in an instant and turned toward him. Michael dropped the knife he was using to cut the bead-like substance as a massive grin formed on his face. Salah paused pulling a sack of… something, out of the cabinet. And Kiara tilted her head to the side with a confused look on her face.

"You're back!" Michael said, before his smile fell, "Dang, I meant to have the pancakes done by now…"

Salah sighed, shoving the bag back into the cabinet, "I told you we shouldn't have even tried, we only got a half hours notice!" she chastised him.

"Yeah, yeah you did…" Michael admitted, before turning back to Jarod, "So… you're back! How'd it go?"

Jarod, for his part, tried to ignore the fact that Michael and Salah had been arguing like an old married couple, and were both in the same room together without trying to kill each other… and seemed to be used to the situation… and were cooking… ok, yeah, this was a bit too much to ignore.

"I… well… see, my mission went well, I got a couple more ships, a few thousand more men, Karev's here, and I'm a sensei… ok, when did you two get married!?" he asked, giving up on trying to make sense of the situation.

Michael and Salah both blushed, and Kiara seemed to giggle slightly, "They're not married!" the little girl informed him, saving both of them from a great deal of embarrassment.

"Kiara you little angel…" Michael muttered under his breath.

Salah sighed, "For your information, I have been spending exorbitant amounts of time here due to Kiara's inability and refusal to go elsewhere." she explained.

Jarod blinked and turned to Michael, who simply shrugged, "Apparently she has nightmares whenever I'm not nearby. So, she's been sleeping over here most of the time while Salah comes in to check on her when she's not busy."

"Wait, when did Salah become a factor?" Jarod asked.

Michael blinked, before facepalming, "Oh, duh! That happened after you left. Well, long story short the council made her Kiara's official caretaker, so, officially at least, she's supposed to be living with her. Aside from that though, she's pretty much just been living here while Salah does her Exarch stuff." he explained.

"Well, I guess that explains all… this. Is that a toaster?" Jarod asked, pointing to the object Kiara had set on the counter.

"Uh, yeah. So, Kiara's lessons with Matthias actually did a lot more than we expected. I mean, she's basically become a mini techpriest, building and repairing all sorts of stuff." Michael said, giving Kiara a head pat. Kiara beamed.

"Huh. Whadda you know." Jarod remarked, "In any case, Michael, we have a lot to talk about."

Excusing themselves to a private room, Jarod went on to explain everything that had transpired on the planet of Raxis Prime. From the greater daemon, the chaos space marines, their newfound allies, to his meeting with the Emperor of mankind. Not much had phased Michael since he'd killed Lucius and survived, but hearing that Jarod was actually a Sensei made him go bug-eyed.

"So wait… doesn't that mean your like, a daemon prince of the Emperor? Or can become one at the very least?" Michael asked.

Jarod shook his head, "Not quite. The Emperor, much as the rest of humanity would disagree, isn't a god. Though he's close, if what we know of Chaos is correct. Regardless, he gave us a mission, and I intend to see it through, as we were kinda on our way to doing it anyway."

Michael raised an eyebrow inquisitively.

"Our mission is to wipe the Chaos from existence."

[-----]

Matthias didn't hate xeno-tech. Quite the opposite, actually, he found it quite fascinating. Being surrounded by no other technology than the aforementioned xeno-tech, however? That was a bit much.

The craftworld of Aurorum III was definitely an interesting place, but Matthias found himself stifled by it on more than one occasion. The Eldar had no respect for the Machine god, though that was to be expected he supposed. The Machine god was a deity that it seemed only the members of the Mechanicus truly venerated, as even others in the Imperium saw the machine cult as something distasteful.

Besides, if his information was sound, the Eldar had their own version of the machine god, as heretical as that may sound. Vaul, a mere name to Matthias, but a venerated god among the Aeldari. He was supposedly the creator of all technological and architectural wonders that the Eldar were capable of, though Matthias himself was ignorant of many details. Jarod had attempted to explain the Eldar pantheon but admitted he wasn't all that knowledgable himself.

Michael had actually been of more help on that front.

Somehow, the augmetic bearing soldier had found out quite a lot of information on the Eldar pantheon and explained a great deal for the techpriest. Essentially, when the Eldar birthed the chaos god Slaanesh -- a fact that repulsed Matthias to no end, and made him even more disgusted by the ancient Xenos -- their pantheon was almost completely consumed by the dark prince.

The only remaining gods of the Eldar were Isha, who remained in the gardens of Nurgle as his captive. Cegorach, the god of laughter, who remained in the black library commanding his Harlequins in some twisted performance. And finally, Khaine, the Eldar god of war and bloodshed. The techpriest had almost mistaken the Khaine for his chaotic mirror, Khorne, but Michael was quick to point out that despite the similarities, the two were different beings.

These revelations, along with the long tale Michael had explained to him, made Matthias oddly… sympathetic, to the dying race. Their great empire had been torn asunder, and by their own mistakes no less. They simply wished to return to the glory days, in some vain hope that they could somehow rebuild their empire and claim their place as the dominant species in the galaxy.

"They're arrogant fools, there's no arguing that," Michael had explained, "But… in the end, it's not their fault. Their ancestors were the ones that disagreed with the debauchery that their people had sunk into, and so they left."

Matthias couldn't help but find that he agreed with that last statement. He had a hard time blaming little Kiara after all. What part of her races fall was her fault, when she wasn't even alive to see it? It was like asking why the Horus Heresy could be his own fault. Which was why he stood where he did.

"Matthias… you are aware of what this entails, are you not?" Elirom asked as the two of them stood outside a massive building.

"I am well aware, Farseer," Matthias admitted, before muttering in binary. He may have a full human face, but he still had a vox-caster embedded on his neck, "Were I within Imperial borders I would be committing heresy of the highest order. Omnissiah forgive me, I might still be, but I am determined to show your people what they are blind to. Besides, it's not like she would be unprotected."

Elirom sighed, nodding at the techpriests logic. Much as his pride would deny it, he would admit that even the best of their race was blind to many of the things happening around them. Perhaps, should his idea work, Matthias and Michael could bring their two races one step closer to… well, not peace, he supposed, but something akin to it.

Matthias stood rigid, his red robes hanging off his form in the formal fashion of Mars, and his hood lowered, revealing his pale skin, auburn hair and grey eyes. Silver and black lines ran through the left side of his jaw, a clear sign of the augments he had willingly received.

Stepping forward, he opened the doors in front of him, Matthias following close behind. The room he found himself in was large, much like an amphitheater. A long walkway led to the center of the room, surrounded by seating all filled with high ranking Aeldari. Above him, seven seats stood, with each of them housing one member of Aurorum III elected council.

It felt as if a thousand pairs of eyes were watching his every movement, silently judging everything he did and forming a structured opinion of him before he spoke a single word. Elirom had all but outright said that was what each of them would do, and that Matthias had to be extremely careful.

Taking the Farseers advice to heart, he stood stock straight and kept a neutral expression on his face. Even then, the Eldar in the room could probably still read him like an open and shut book. Regardless, he kept his head held high and his mind focused. He was here to acquire an apprentice, nothing more, nothing less.

When he stood upon the platform, silence reigned. It almost felt more like a courtroom, more than anything else. He wondered if that was indeed what it was meant for.

"Matthias. Techpriest of Mars. Human." One of the council members spoke, his act of using Matthias' own name and race instead of the Eldar equivalent of 'animal' showed either a great level of respect or an even greater amount of self-control.

"You come to us with a request. You seek to take on the child Kiara as an apprentice."

Matthias held back the urge to grimace, his face instead remaining completely neutral. He knew that the council had ways to find out his request long before he'd even made it. Be they mind readers, fortune tellers, or something else, he didn't know, but in the long run, it really didn't matter, save for the fact that they knew of his request long before he'd made it.

"That is correct," he stated in a completely monotone, emotionless, toneless voice.

The Eldar that had spoken glared at him, but he did not give in to intimidation so easily.

"What gives you the gall to even ask such a question?" a different councilman asked.

Matthias looked him dead in the eye before delivering his answer, "I am capable of teaching the girl more in the span of a year than your teachers could in a decade, or perhaps even a century." he explained confidently.

The crowd was sent into an uproar, yet the council remained eerily silent. Many called in loud voices, their beautiful language marred by the obscenities they were speaking and the demands they were making.

The head councilman simply raised a hand, silencing the crowd, "You believe you could teach her better. Yet she is Aeldari, and you are human. What could you teach her that we cannot?"

Matthias smiled within his own mind, "Mortality." he said simply.

The crowd, which up to that point had still been murmuring and discussing the situation passionately, went dead silent.

"Explain."

"I, as well as every other human she has been in contact with, has been and will continue to teach her mortality. She has had to face such a thing already, even at her tender age. She has stared into the eyes of death itself, not just as we humans do, but in a far worse fashion. She faced being devoured by she-who-thirsts." he explained, being careful to use the Aeldari name for the god of perversion.

The crowd once again erupted into murmuring, but this time it seemed as though it was more in awe than anything else.

Matthias continued, "She has faced ultimate damnation, the likes of which even we mere humans have trouble comprehending. But because of this, she has already learned more about mortality than much of your race will ever know."

The councilmen remained silent. The air was tense, and the crowd was deafeningly silent. As one, the council stood, raising their hands forward. They spoke something in Aeldari, something that Matthias thought sounded like a verse, prayer, or proverb.

When they finished, they set their arms down, and all but the center councilmen sat down.

"We have come to a decision. You, Matthias, are to take Kiara as your apprentice, along with Michael Eden as her guardian alongside Howling Banshee Exarch Salah," he announced.

Matthias, with one slip of self-control, smiled.

[-----]

986.M41 The Warp

The clanking of armor was the only announcement the mortal's and space marine's alike had of the arrival of their lord, Magnus the red. Standing at almost four meters in height, the daemon Primarch towered over anyone and everyone he passed as he walked down the halls of his warship. It felt… good, to do this again.

To stand over those who served him, to actually do something rather than just sit around and merely study the warp. Perhaps it would do him some good to get out more… it would certainly be a change of pace, pun oh so intended.

Magnus blinked as he halted his own train of thought. When did he become so… cheerful? Yes, there was the arrival of the Sensei, but that was something that would more than likely be more of a nuisance than anything else. What was happening, was Tzeentch trying to alter his own mind?

In the back of his head, he could hear the giant squid-faced moron laughing, and in such a tone that communicated he was indeed not the one altering Magnus' mindset. It made him wonder what in the warp was going on.

Changing his course, he headed toward his personal sanctum in order to converse with the god of change. He could of course simply teleport there, or simply speak with Tzeetch where he stood, but he was feeling nostalgic. He entered the glass pyramid that formed his sanctum, similar in structure to his sanctum back during the great crusade. Perhaps he was getting sentimental.

Entering the sanctum, he closed his eyes, and let his power flow through him, let his soul be barraged by the collective emotions and energies of the warp. He soon found himself standing in an open, blue plain, with the squid himself floating not ten meters away.

"So… I see you've noticed." The blue daemon stated, his voice a shuffled collage of sounds, all forming into a single voice.

"I would be lying if I said I didn't know what you were talking about. What exactly have you done? Or if not you, then what is causing the changes to my psyche?" Magnus asked plainly.

The shifting mass of tentacles, eyes, and limbs twisted about for a moment, before finally settling on a form that was… not exactly pleasant to look at

"Ooooh! So you really have no idea? Or maybe you do, and you just came to me for confirmation? Or perhaps you have some idea, but want me to clarify?"

Magnus grimaced, "I know better than most that you of all beings would refuse to give me a straight answer even if it was in your best interest. All I want to know is what. Is. happening to me."

If it was possible for a god to smile, then Tzeentch just did.

"Ohohohoh, but then what fun would you and your nephew have left?"

Magnus' eyes widened a bit at the implications. Was he going to come into contact with loyalist Astartes in the near future perhaps?

"Not quite."

Magnus glared at Tzeentch but took note of his answer. So, if not the Astartes, then… he idly considered the possibilities of his siblings having offspring of their own, however, Tzeetch's burst of mocking laughter quickly dispersed that line of thought.

Was it possible that the Sensei was involved? Did they have children of their own perhaps?

The fact that Tzeentch had gone deathly silent made Magnus crack a smile, "So, they are involved then."

"Hmmm… you're beginning to catch on, but you're not quite there yet…"

Tzeentch's form began to fade, his last cryptic words making Magnus ponder just who this Sensei could be. The fact that they had revealed themselves to the Imperium, but to an Inquisitor no less, meant that they might be ignorant of their own existence, or perhaps they had some kind of power move in place.

It was impossible to tell, but Magnus smiled at the challenge.

Two guy's riped from the 3rd milennium and tows into a universe full of war, horror and Ruinous Powers. Can the two of them save it or are they destroy it?

(In the Realms of Chaos)

The man exits the portal with his legions of loyal soldiers trailing behind him. He looks at this new land that he has entered and chuckles.

He can currently see the wrecked realms of the Lesser Chaos Gods, it would seem that the middle gods were not kind to the lands of there allies as they were making there way to the mortal realm. 

The feels pleasure, soaking up all the energy of the warp he can. Feeling his powers improve, he starts to advance again.

The man moves steadily towards the realm of his first target, Slaanesh. The Dark Prinesses Realm is a mountainous place, the are rocky outcrops dotted throughout the place. It is the perfect environment for the Princess of Pleasure forces, The vile Daemonettes who are able to dash out between the rock cover slashing any the can get there claws on.

The Seekers of Slaanesh can use the long nimble bodies to swiftly move around the armies of the man nipping at week spots in his forces.

The Hellflayers charge head on, they dance through the enemy lines, weaving a path for lesser daemons to follow.

The Fiends of Slaanesh are a different beast all together. They smash into an enemies line, ripping to shreds all in there path, or just smashing them into a paste on the ground.

But all these daemons pale in comparison to Slaanesh's Greater Daemons, The Keepers of Secrets. The depraved beings dance there way through all, kill and dismembering all in there path. The torture and pleasure all who witness them. The are beings of such power the put the Greater Daemons of the middle gods to shame.

These daemons were made to kill and kill they had. They had been whittling down the mans force all of the way through the realm. 

It was not enough however, the mans forces made up of Gods and Greater Daemons were to great for one god to face alone. 

Now all the remained under Slaanesh's control were her Six Circles of Seduction and The Palace of Slaanesh itself. The man, conceited through his constant victory decided to charge into The Palace of Slaanesh alone.

Once entering the palace the man notices an eerie feel. The inner halls of the place is devoid of daemons, but man can see mortals of all the races and even race he had never seen before. These beings were twisted into horrifying forms, some furniture, some cruel and demeaning art but all let's off a sweet music of moans show that still living state of all of these sad beings.

The man, unfazed by all of this caries on towards the throne room. As he grows closer he begins to hear the loud moans of a sickly sweet voice.

When he enters the throne room, he witnesses a woman sat on her throne. This woman was notably the most beautiful creature that the man had yet seen. She had smooth skin and nicely curved features. 

This was Slaanesh. It was obvious to the man as whilst looking in his eyes her hand remained at her crotch, rubbing constantly. The man continues to walk fowards, towards the woman, asking if she would surrender to him. 

Slaanesh laughs at the question, stating she would only submit to the man if he could satisfy her. She stands and walks slowly off to the side of the room where there is a door, a door leading to a bedroom. The man slowly raises his hand causing Slaanesh to freeze, chains slowly working there up her leg.

She chuckles slowly and beggings walking again, easily breaking of the chains, now swaying he hips in a seductive fashion.

The man with no choice slowly walks after her remaining cautious. Once he enters the room he feels his divinity activate. He can see a small twinkle in the eyes of the woman in front of him. He slowly removes his clothes and approaches to woman.

As the make love, Slaanesh can be shown falling deeper and deeper for the man. Slaanesh being the depraved god she is, dreams of being dominated by a being like herself. This along with effects of the man's divinities cause the effect of her affection to increase exponentially.

As this is happening there is carnage. The daemons of Slaanesh are slowly making progress into the ranks of the man. They are only being suppressed by the different lesser and middle gods that are defending them.

The battle reaches a stalemate when suddenly the Daemons of Slaanesh stop. They back away, slowly making there way back towards the castle and wait in a defence around it. They remain this way for the next few hours, that is until three figures are seen exiting the palace. 

The Chaos Gods all show surprise on there faces. These three people are the man whom is carrying the exhausted Slaanesh in his arms as he makes his way towards the armies.

To the mans right as he walks out is someone none of the gods have seen in a millennia, Rigg.

Rigg is the God of the Amazons, they are know for there fierce nature and unyielding nature. Slaanesh had wished to break her after the great wars of old, but she had failed. The great amazon would not break, going as far as to go without warp energy, which is a gods only needed sustenance.

This was however before the man came. She had witnesses him enter the room of Slaanesh and exit, not only sane but with Slaanesh cuddled up in his arms like a shy puppy.

The man quickly notices her gaze. He slowly makes his way towards her, walking confidently towards the cage holding her. He ask who she is and the man is surprised by her answer. The man was confused to see one of the gods long thought dead by the mortal realm along with her followers. 

The man razes the question, he asks her to serve him as a warrior. She shows worry, looking at the purring Princess of Pleasure in the mans arms but slowly nods he head. 

She knows that after all the years of slowly starving her warp energy has left her generally week, she realises her chances of surviving alone is almost zero. 

The man nods and grasps her hand, pulling her up. He then proceeds to inject a fraction of his own warp energy into Rigg.

This energy slowly transforms the poor woman, painfully corrupting her own energy. Once the process is complete she is no longer Rigg, The God of the Amazons. But now she emerges Rigg, The Chaos God of Fighting and Women. 

The man has achieved something never seen before in the warp. He had created his own choas god.

The man smiles, happy with his experiment. As he exits the palace he calls for the individual leaders of his ghoul, vampire, hollow and shinigami forces along with the special unit commanders of his visored, wizard and quincy units.

As they approach the man take time to truly inspect each of them. First the ghoul Yoshimura, The One-Eyed Owl he is shown to be among the most brutal in combat, but is the kindest to his allies.

The vampire Neferata, The First of the Vampire was the first vampire created by Nagash. She wields vast powers in both melee combat and in the magical arts.

The hollow Baraggan Louisenbairn, The Origanal Vasto Lord was the king of the hollow before the man took over. He has emence spiritual and physical power.

The shinigami Spirit King, he is the ruler of the shinigami who has been alive for so long that he has forgotten his own name. He almost solely held off the unending tides of hollow before the man came to relieve him of his burden.

Next the man looks to the unit leaders. The visored commander Sosuke Aizen, this man is a being of pure manipulation, be it on the battlefield or the government.

The wizard commander Tronbone Takkinen, his is an elderly man of great power and loyalty. He is one of the only humans this man can truly trust.

Finally the quincy commander Yhwach, he is the mortal son of the Spirit King who had built up his own race and successfully waged war against both the hollow and shinigami for centuries.

As these seven beings slowly come to kneel towards the man they brace there hearts for what there god will do to them. The man slowly approaches each of them, injecting his energy into them all.

The other gods squirm watching there soon to be brothers writhing around in pain. The man just watches coldly with expectation.

The first to awake is Yoshimura. Now reborn as The Chaos God of Cannibalism and Kindness. He soon creates his first Greater Daemon, The Kakuja, a form of ancient ghoul that would cannibalize its own kind.

The second to awaken is the vampire Neferata. Now reborn as The Chaos God of Family and Necromancy. Her new Greater Daemon, The Abyssal Terror, A giant winged creature capable of causing fear in even the toughest minds.

Next to awaken is Spirit King. Now reborn as The Chaos God of Spirit and Purity. His new Greater Daemon, The Gotei, they are given the name of the shinigami legions of the past and are equally as skilled as they were then.

After was the visored Sosuke Aizen. Now reborn as The Chaos God of Control and Deception. His new Greater Daemon, The Espada, skilled warriors that can carve there way through the enemies lines like a hot knife through butter.

A few minutes after Aizen, awoke Yhwach. Now reborn as The Chaos God of Light and Hunting. His new Greater Daemon, The Echt, they are representation of the pureblood quincy of the past. They are skilled hunters and brutal killers. 

Next to awake was the hollow lord Baraggan Louisenbairn. Now reborn as The Chaos God of Corruption and Darkness. His new Greater Daemon, The Arrancar, formed from the idea of the mythical evolution of the hollow race, they are stronger, faster and overall deadlier than there regular brethren.

Finally Tronbone Takkinen the wizard awoke. Now reborn as The Chaos God of Magic and Sorcery. His new Greater Daemon, The Beast Sorcerer, they are bringing life to the wizards main job in the past the taming or killing of dangerous beasts.

With his eight new godly servants excluding Slaanesh, he wrecks havock along the borders of the four remaining Chaos Gods, He slaughters the Plaguebearers of Nurgle, He raids the libraries of Tzeentch and He steals from the large rivers of blood.

The first to react is Khorne. He is a god of honourable brutality. The man steps out ahead of his army, Khorne follows his lead. The stare at each other for what felt like an eternity, letting there eyes do the talking.

After a few minutes they both laugh, louder and louder before launching into a sprint. The clash could only be described as epic, three days of intense blow for blow action. On there fourth day the man gains the upper hand.

Using his smaller form to duck underneath the hulking form of Khorne he manages to land a strike on one of Khorne ribs which had been injured at an earlier point in the fight.

The beast sways back giving the man an opportunity to land more blows to the increasingly staggered monster.

The fight then last for a few more minutes. At this point you could no long call it a fight, it had become a one sided beat down. In the end the man is standing over a prone Khorne.

The man asks the downed god for his subservience, much to the gods surprise. The god laughs again, he tells the man that there battle would bring the others along and that he was doomed.

The man laughs along, bowing to his side to allow Khorne to see the smiling face of Slaanesh. This shocks Khorne, but this was not it however. What Khorne witnessed next shook him to his core.

Slaanesh, the depraved, twisted being had begun to kneel before the man. Khorne know Slaanesh well, they had been arch enemies for thousands upon thousands of years. He knew that Slaanesh would only do this to someone who had truly conquered her.

Khorne slowly climbs to his feet. He walks next to the kneeling Slaanesh and kneels down himself. He offers his service to the True God of Chaos.With both Khorne and Slaanesh now at his side he begins his true offensive.
 
Using the armies of Khorne and Slaanesh in tandem, he assaults the Realm of Nurgle. All the while keeping his other minions on the boarder to the Realm of Tzeentch. 

Using the might of two of the five Great Chaos Gods he smashes through the Gardens of Nurgle at a fast pace. Khornes Bloodthirsters, Flesh hounds and Bloodletter providing a stable front line to Slaaneshs fast and agile daemons.

They made steady progress to Nurgles Labs, they were the home of many depraved and flesh rotting diseases. The man slowly makes his way through alone. He had left his forces outside as they would be unable to handle Nurgles great works. Khorne and Slaanesh are keeping a look out for Tzeentch and Malal, the two remaining Chaos Gods due to there likelihood of interference.

The man slowly makes his way through the Labs of Nurgle, but like Slaanesh he hasn't told his daemons to stop him. He set a path for the man leading right to his personal lab. The man follows the likely trap, he notices the rotting and putrid flesh of the followers of Nurgle surrounding him, along with the flies that have gathered in swarms around.

Entering Nurgles Lab he looks around. First he sees a large cauldron in the centre of the room, this is where Nurgle concocts his deadliest creations.

Next is the big man himself, Nurgle. The giant mass of rotting flesh and flies, thousands of nurglings buried into his putrid flesh.

Finally on the far side of the room is a cage. This cage contains a woman, a woman who the man believes could be one of the elves from legend.

As he walks further into the room he is greeted by Nurgle. The man is surprised, he didn't expect this amount of pleasantries from the being in front of him.

Nurgle grins, showing off his maw of sharp teeth. He then explains that he would like to make a deal. He gestures to the woman inside the cage, she is Isha, The Elven God of Fertility and Nature. He explains that he has been using her to test his new creations. 

His deal is for the man to survive the deadliest disease, his greatest creation. As the man is not a god related to life the man has not natural immunities to disease, he wants to know how it will effects gods of his own level.

Nurgle offers his own servitude, with Isha aswell to achieve this. The man readily agrees, drinking directly from the bubbling cauldron in front of him.

Immediately after this the man falls to the ground, flesh already starting to rot and blood flowing from all of his crevices. Nurgle start to laugh, his grin widens. That is....


"Snap"


The man had broken his own finger to endure the pain. He slowly gets to his feet, his flesh falling from his body. He looks at Nurgle and returns the grin.

The mans muscles suddenly starts growing fighting of the infliction, ripping and tearing to rebuild itself. The mans muscle slowly but surely stops rotting and slowly the mans skins starts going through the same process.

Eventually the man and Nurgle stand, facing each other with wide grins on there faces.

The Greatest of the Ghoul, The Lord of Blood, The Tamer of Slaanesh, The Friend of Tzeentch, The Rival of Khorne, The Desired One of Nurgle, The Slaver of Malice, The Shinigami, The Grand Vasto Lord, The Deadliest Killer, The Chaos God of Betrayal and Loyalty, The Law and The Great Emperor of Earth. 

These were all names to describe one man. 

Now John has awakened, but not in the world he knew. Watch as he walks the fine line between the light and dark. Witness him protect life and bring death. His path is not certain but he is. The path he chooses will lead him through the depths of hell to the reaches of heaven. He is a man, he is a warrior, he is a leader, HE IS AN EMPEROR, and he shall have his empire or he will die trying.




 DISCLAIMER 


This novel is a brain child of mine I've been working on for a while. I plan to take typical isekai fanfiction a new direction, this if you haven't guess is based on the novel The Lord's Empire.

She enters a massive temple, situated in the central zone of the fortress-monastery. 
Candles are lit throughout, with a slight wind flickering them. She heads in the general direction of the reeving. 
The team follow her, staying roughly 150 meters in the distance as they tread slowly, vigilantly. 
The temple corridors are high and long, large rooms appear as she walks. Inside bronze statues appear showing warriors and dragons. Various symbols are hung and red drapes hangs. 
Everything's painted red, with some orange, and crimson upon certain walls. The paint is cracked and chipped and the ground is stone tablet. 
Water is heard further down, she heads towards the flow and is shortly presented with a water feature, a marble fountain running. 
Brief candle flickers, playing tricks with the light. Behind the fountain a solid-looking shadow awaits. 
Ten-feet tall, shaped as power-armour, but it is no celestial dragon space marine.
The power-armoured giant steps out, sensing something close. 
She stands still, completely motionless, as she just walked into the room were Chaos stands. 
A giant of a man, a Champion of Tzeentch. He wields a large staff and also an unusual looking chain-sword.
The champions psychic energy is so strong, she can feel his presence vibrate through her very being. 
"I can feel you in here, child," he says. "Technology will not keep you hidden. I am the Great Divulger, the revealer of secrets, I see all." 
Nearby the soldier, arbitrator, banisher and sister silently wait at the entrance of the hall, aware of the massive psyker. 
"We've no chance against that," says the arbitrator, "we need to pull back now."
"Have to agree," says the soldier, "firearms will do nothing against the shielding he has.  We need to withdraw and replan, now we know what we're dealing with." 
"Nothing stands more powerful than the faith of the emperor," says the banisher. I can take him." 
"Don't be stupid, this guy has wiped out marine librarians, even chaplains have fallen under the warp energy of this flecher. Girl, pull back, our best chance is your sniper rifle." 
She says nothing, she knows even her heartbeat signature will be picked up by this champions unholy warp energy. Assassin or not, this is one fight she has to reanalyse. 
"Your companions, secrets you all have, hidden they will not."
He reeves his chain-sword then it bursts into blue flame. 
"Daemon weapon," says the banisher. 
"Emperor knows what unholy abilities this heretic has," says the sister. 
The Staff of Shadow will reveal all. The champion then slams the bottom of his staff to the floor, pink light emits around its black pearl head, then blast. The pink psychic energy engulfs the entire temple, blasting outward in a quick wave. 
Each operative is hit by the blast.

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Four strangers wake mid-free-fall, as they plunge towards a strange unholy land, infested with daemonic creatures.

A box loaded with exotic weaponry awaits them.
Who sent them? 
Where are they?
What's the mission? 
And why them? 
Only an arrow on their watch indicates the direction to go.

An Assassin, Guardsman, Exorcist, and an Arbitrator, a distinguished Kill Team.  What decisions will they make, as they transverse an area where the impossible happens.

Ling Pingan stood at the entrance and watched the young lover of ancient culture and traditions disappeared into the thick fog.
He sighed. "Sigh!"
"Loss! Loss! Loss!"
Although he had sold a book this time, he had only received about 20 handicrafts that could only be in his collection.
Other than that, he had also given out a flashlight worth three yuan.
He somewhat missed the customers the night before.
Walking back to the shop, Ling Pingan looked at the handicraft coins placed on the counter.
He then silently put them into the drawer.
After that, he comforted himself, "maybe these coins will bring me good luck!"
As a materialist, although Ling Pingan didn't believe in any weird feudal superstitions.
However, when it came to luck...
He somewhat believed in it.
After all, that was something that had been proven by experiments.
For example, an old immortal who opened his mouth and professionally commented only four words, making countless esports players cried.
Therefore, one had to believe in metaphysics.
... ... ..
He held the cylinder-shaped Mo family creation in his hand.
Under the illumination of its light source, Liu Zhi walked through the fog.
He clutched the book on his chest tightly.
The notes that the ancestral dragon had jotted down itself, and it was an extremely precious illustration of how to make the Terracotta Army.
Liu Zhi's mood was both excited and perturbed.
He was excited because he had obtained this precious knowledge. He had the opportunity to create a powerful Terracotta Army exactly like the ancestral dragon did, to protect his people and defend his country.
He was nervous because...
He kept recalling what he saw and talked about in the monster's bookstore.
Especially the process of the transaction.
"Dear customer, your craftsmanship is not up to standard..." the seemingly teasing but also somewhat disdainful sentence kept echoing in his ears.
Every word of this sentence was processed by him again and again.
"He might know the whereabouts of the ancestral dragon..." Liu Zhi thought to himself.
"He might even be inextricably linked to the disappearance of the ancestral dragon..."
If that was not the case, why would the ancestral dragon's notebook be in his possession?
Therefore, his status was higher than the ancestral dragon's.
And the ancestral dragon's status was not lower than the four evil gods of Chaos...
At least there were records that the ancestral dragon had fought with Slaanesh, and he had fought with Tzeentch across space.
After that, the followers and claws of Slaanesh served the ancestral dragon.
The followers of Tzeentch became eunuchs of the ancestral dragon imperial palace.
In the end, the follower of Tzeentch, named Zhao Gao, completed the subversion of the ancestral dragon's Xianqin Empire through a terrifying ceremony.
That was how the Black Dragon Emperor bloodline rose and the Xinghan Kingdom was established.
"Then..." Liu Zhi thought, "he protected me and sold me the ancestral dragon's notebook..."
"What is his intention?!"
The young crown prince of Xinghan Kingdom did not understand the meaning behind all these.
However, he knew that a price had to be paid to obtain anything!
Thinking of these things, Liu Zhi stepped out of the fog.
He looked forward and was stunned.
In front of him was Chang 'an!
This great holy city!
The fortress was built by Xiao He, a powerful legendary elite under the founder of the country, Emperor Taizu.
When he walked over, he came to the Hengcheng Gate of Chang 'an.
The two stone Kilin guards, standing on both sides of the gate immediately reacted.
Their eyes emitted red lights.
Liu Zhi took out his token calmly and showed at the direction of the red light emitting from the eyes of the two stone Kilin guards.
"Your Highness!" The Kilin guards moved and knelt. "welcome the Crown Prince back to Chang 'an!"
The heavy city gate slowly opened.
The Loyal Northern Army soldiers guarding the city gate came out to welcome him.
The leader was a valiant general. "I am Li Guang. Please forgive me for being late for the rescue!"
Liu Zhi raised his head and looked at these loyal soldiers and ministers.
He turned back and looked behind him.
In the deep night, there was no trace of the fog.
He touched the creation of the Mo family and the book in his arms.
It was all very real.
The shock in his heart was indescribable.
From Sixian Garden to Chang 'an, it was at least 150 miles, but the fog had sent him to the safe city of Chang 'an in an instant!
The Diablo in the mist had fully demonstrated his sincerity and strength.
"So..." Liu Zhi asked, "what will he ask for in return?!"
The few pieces of the half-tael coins of Immortal Qin that he despised and reluctantly accepted?
How could it be!
But no matter what his ultimate goal was, it was a matter of the future!
What Liu Zhi wanted to do was to take revenge!
For his loyal guards, for the people who died in the Sixian garden.
The young crown prince of Xinghan Kingdom raised his hand. "The rat-men of Asin are bold and reckless. They have no respect for the law, and they dared to assassinate me!"
"Which general is willing to kill those villains for me?"
"Your Highness!" Li Guangdun, who was wearing a thick mythological warrior's heavy armor, answered the order, "please hand this matter over to this humble subject!"
"I am willing to make a military order to kill the rat-men of Aisin within three days!"
Liu Zhi nodded. "Thank you, General!"
... ... ..
Han Li jumped down from the tree crown.
On the side of the road ahead, a stele was planted on the ground.
The name of Linhai city was engraved on the stele.
Two rusted cars fell on the side of the asphalt road.
She jumped over and landed on the roof of a small car, that had been corroded to the point where only the body of the car was left.
With a gentle wave of the spirit blade in her hand, the small car instantly shattered into pieces.
The monster that was hiding under the car screamed shrilly, and then its entire body shattered into pieces on the ground.
Han Li landed and picked up a crystal that the monster had dropped.
"It's the 85th one!" She spoke.
The Soul Crystal was the most thing she had on her right now.
There was a certain probability that crystals would appear on the bodies of these monsters and evil spirits. In the past, they had been used by humans as additives and fertilizers.
They were used to make spirit blades or grow spirit plants.
Cerulean spirit tea was grown with these crystals.
But now, Han Li knew that it had many more uses.
For example, it could be used to make medicine, or it could be directly consumed to strengthen the soul.
But unfortunately, she was the only one who could do it in this world.
Because this was a gift from the owner in the fog.
After putting the crystal on her body, Han Li stood up and walked to Linhai city in strides.
"I will bring peace to this place!" She said firmly. The sunlight fell on her body and reflected a voluptuous, enchanting, and mature shadow on the ground.
... ... ..
He closed the shutter door and turned off the lights.
As usual, Ling Pingan said good night to the kitten, Bastet, and then took his cell phone and walked up the stairs.
The sound of his footsteps gradually faded away.
On the glass door, an eye opened.
He scanned every corner of the bookstore, and everywhere he passed, it was strangely quiet.
Finally, his gaze stopped in the drawer of the counter. There were 20 to 30 pieces of coins that shone with a colorful luster.
The half-tael of Immortal Qin was imitated by the Xinghan Kingdom.
Coins forged by legendary elites with the power of creating fire from subjects' will!
One was enough to maintain the operation of the huge and magnificent Great Wall Beacon Tower for a year.
Finally, he slowly closed his eyes. In the bookstore, the hustle and bustle were back to normal as they were before.


As the owner of an ordinary bookstore, Ling PingAn’s biggest wish was to muddle through life and do absolutely nothing. 
 
However, customers that were right in the middle of their pubescent crisis kept visiting his store in the dead of night.
 
For the sake of his business, Ling PingAn had to mimic their childish tones, sparing no effort to promote the books in his store.
 
When he finally managed to sell his books after going through a great verbal tug-o-war, each and every one of them said that they don’t have money, and that they wish to use various tools that were seemingly divine artifacts as pledge.
 
Looking at these customers, Ling PingAn could only agree to them resignedly.
 
But little did he know that every single book that these customers purchased from him had altered in appearance.
 
“Secrets of Cosplay” became “Lower Abyss Research Report”
 
“Stellaris: Settings for Synth Ascension” was in fact “Gospel for Synthetic Beings”
 
What’s more, in the eyes of these customers, he was actually a horrifying ruler of Diablos, an indefinable entity that held the reins of all realms.
 
In this regard, Ling PingAn said, “I’m not, I didn’t, don’t talk nonsense.
 

This proposition made everyone's jaw drop. Prince Wenyu was extremely moody and very selective about his battle partner. In his mid grade division, he had never chosen any sparring partner as he claimed them to be boring but has challenged many Caelium even if they are way higher than him in rank or way lower. If lower in rank, he had even used Autemalum lower in rank to match theirs to have a  fair battle. But challenging a non official student of all the students was extremely unexpected. Non -official students were outcasts and not a match for them. They were just some mere commoners trying to achieve the heaven licking the King's boot. The Prince actually challenged him means he acknowledged his strength. It was more of an honour according to them. Xiyi looked at Daemon spitefully. If he refuses the challenge, then not only will he be considered coward but also that he is refusing the Prince's acknowledgement.
 Daemon was not afraid of challenges and was not the type to back down from it. But not only this guy was higher in rank than him but his motives for sparring are vague too. If he battles him, with his current rank and refinement, there was a very slim chance of winning. But what bugged Daemon was this Prince's strange disposition. He can't shake of the feeling that he was viewing him as some sort of toy to play with. Daemon most certainly was not going entertain his willful behaviour. He spoke neutrally,

"Prince, I can most certainly not battle you. I am lower in rank than you and with my current state of Autemalum...." 

Daemon had not even completed the sentence when he heard the hisses of several students. According to them, he was refusing an honour. It was a chance hard to come by and he was treating it like it was some trash. They found him very imprudent and disrespectful.

"Who said anything about Autemalum? I want to battle you purely on kung fu. It will be hand to hand combat and if you like we can use weapons as well" the prince interrupted him, speaking with zeal

Daemon was thrown into a dilemma. This was no honour or achievement for him. It was simply a headache. Without Autemalum, Daemon can definitely defeat him but the problem was defeating him will only throw him into a very bright limelight that he doesn't want at the moment. And to him losing was not an option. He was just thinking of the best possible way to reject, when a man in a guards uniform appeared. Everyone recognised the insignia on his uniform. He was a messenger from the Palace. Several of them looked at the prince while some were scrutinizing the guard. Daemon felt the guard couldn't have come at a better timing

"Servant greets Prince Wenyu" the man said bowing to the teenage boy

Prince looked thoroughly annoyed as he turned to look at the man who had appeared,

"What is it?" he asked, irritatedly.

"Prince, King Tung has sent me for you" he said respectfully

"Father? Tell him I am not returning!" the prince said, his face puckering up 

"I apologise Prince but it is the direct order of King" the guard continued. No one was allowed to refuse a direct order of King or an Imperial edict. Not even the prince.

Prince Wenyu looked immensely displeased. He spoke in a very frustrated tone, "Fine I agree"

He turned to look at Daemon in dismay. He held his shoulder and spoke to him like he knew him for months, 

"I have urgent business to attend, so, our meeting had to be cut short. But lets Spar when we meet next. I won't take 'No' for an answer"

Daemon blinked totally clueless as to how to respond. This guy was treating him like an old friend when they have just known each other few minutes back. All he could do was nod. The Prince turned and commanded the guard crossly,

"Let's go"

"Yes Prince, after you!" the guard said meekly following the prince out of the mess.

Once the Prince left, everyone in the mess relaxed. Some of the students were sizing Daemon up while some continued eating like nothing has happened. Xiyi was the only one looking highly dissatisfied.

"You should be honoured that the prince wants to spar with you. Not everyone is lucky like you"

Daemon turned a void look at him, "As far as I can tell, it's my skills that attracted his attention not my luck"

Xiyi glowered at him, but couldn't find a suitable comeback so he bellowed, "Whatever" and stomped away

Daemon sighed, feeling trouble always had a way to find him. No matter how he avoided it. He needed some information but for that he needed source. He looked around the mess wondering where can he get this source.

"Hey, that was some really cool moves. Did you learn them from a martial master?" a female voice called.

Daemon looked at the person who spoke. She was a girl who looked same aged as Xiyi. She was slightly taller than Daemon, thin and had bright black eyes. She was wearing a sweet smile as she spoke to him. Daemon creased his eyebrows slightly,

"Thank you sister! But I didn't learn it from a martial master, I was being truthful when I said it was my instinct, to the prince" he said walking to a nearby table. The girl followed him. He saw some of the eyes in the mess looked at her with a frown

"I don't doubt. You can't lie to a prince. Prince Wenyu is really fickle. He never stays in his class but I have heard he is an excellent fighter and his knowledge is inferior to none in the mid grade division but he had always been carefree" the girl chatted

'Great! A chattering and gossiping girl is the best souce of information' thought Daemon,smiling to himself

Rewrite to original Fan Fic. Changed writing style as well different characters here and there. 

Crazy night leading to a very unbelievable adventure. Being sucked away, and sent to places you only wanna dream about not actually go to. Destination 1 Mass Effect. Second Final Fantasy Tactics War of the Lions.



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