NationStates Jolt Archive

"Go forth and let the Universe burn; go out and find your destinys. When you have spilled blood to feed the hunger of Khorne; when you have learned the wheels of fate at the feet of Tzeentch, when you have felt sensation like no living being and yet live still; when you have tasted the ichors from the base of Nurgle's throne, return to me, my bastard children.....Return to me as Daemon Lords befitting of your rank!"
The Master's voice still echoed in Remiel's ears as he stood upon the bridge of his mighty flagship. The songs of praise for his dark father rose from the bowels of the ship; corrupted, mixed with prayers for the Gods most dark and terrible. He smiled; it pleased him to see it thus.
He knew his brother, Lucian, finder of the damned Emerald of Chaos pursued that avenue; seeking Daemonhood through unholy gems and using the alliances of the Imperium. He chuckled lightly; he would bring pain and suffering to countless worlds; he would appease his black lord, and his Dark prince; Slaanesh
The ship, the 'Purification by Suffering', set out through the void; flanked by chosen of Lord Remiel's fleet. And thus it was that the corrupt lord of the Black Inquisition, set out through space, in search of his destiny most foul...

Ra saw the fleet set off, and immediately recognised the being in charge as a Primarch.
"I must test these Bastard children of the Dark One.Summon Daemons of the warp, and have them beset those ships.We shall see if they are truly worthy of alliance with Ankhmet."

The flagship shook as reality was rent asunder by daemons, tearing hungry from the warp; their cries echoing down the hallways as Noise Marines whirled only to be cut down. All across the ship hell itself was loosed as the creatures began to attack; yet many rushed, quickly to the aid of their Primarch. The doors of the bridge buckled as a great and bloated tentacled thing burst forht; only to face a rain of heavy weapons fire. It struggled forht; tendrils ensnaring a breaking many a man, as the great Primarch strode forth; unsheathing his sword.
"Bastard Daemon..." He brought his weapon down with a mighty clang, splintering its skull and pushing it back, as it flailed and beat at him. He roared; driving the blade through it, before slamming his Power claw through its bloodied chest; feeling the pulsing heart within and tearing it forth. Looking at the throbbing trophy.
Marines began to pour from the bridge surrounding their Primarch, watching almost in awe as he bit into the heart and then pushed past them, hurling himself at the daemons that approached, flanked by heavy fire from his servants
"FOR THE DARK POWERS!"

Ra watched the struggle of the Primarch closely, chuckling at the assaults on the Daemons.
"I seems to have summoned rather a lot.Maybe I should help them..Strengthen their Geller field, stop the flow and see if they can handle what they already have to deal with...maybe.Get me a drink!And make it filthy!"
He sipped a glass of something murky, and watched the battle which would have been heroic, if all the participants were not damned to an eternity of hell anyway.He relented, and used his power to increase trhe strength of the Geller field surrounding the ship, cutting off the Daemons flooding in, leaving only a finite amount of fiends to fight.
"Now we see if he has skill."

Noisemarines let fly waves of pure sonic energy; others let bolters and other weapons do the kiling as they met the daemon horde; many of their own men falling to claws and poisons and foul ichors of denizons of the Warp.
Remeil stalked amongst them; letting loose his power; killing left and right as the Daemon blood from his meal fed him, filled him. "ONWARD!" He cried; as his men rallied to destruction.
"We shall cut down the daemons and then show whoever has sent them who the true masters of Chaos are! FORWARD!!"

Ra laughed at the impudent primarch.Though probably older, the Primarch obviously had a lot to learn about the power of Chaos.
"I think I should show them some new tricks I learned from some Chaos Tomes."
He summoned a Bloodthirster, and a Great Unclean One.
Speaking in the mind of the Primarch, Ra screamed in a demonic voice:
"You are being tested by one who can crush you!Nurgle, Tzeench, Slaanesh and Khorne have told me so many things.If you survive, you have have a powerful ally!FIGHT WELL!"

Remiel stepped back, looking at the Bloodthirster and the Great Unclean one. He reached behind him and pulled out a grenade, adorned with runes within runes.
"I call upon the dark powers..."
He threw the grenade forth; watching it bubble and explode with dark sorcerous energies. Noise Marines poured heavy fire into the room and Remiel leapt forward; driving his sword towards the Bloodthirster; he felt the whip scour his back, fuel him with pain and desire. The Marines surged forward; a horde determined to kill the Nurgle beast before them as their Primarch continued to press his near suicidl attack; blood boiled in his veins, fuelled by the daemon heart...He would triumph!

Ra watched the bloodthirster get the Primarch on the back and chuckled.
"I think I shall do something interesting now...A true test.If he survives, he will be a true legend someday, that it, outside his imperium."
Using the last of his energy, and aided by cultists Ra killed off all the demons but the bloodthirster and Great Unclean one, and sealed the primarch and two noise marines into a force field, with only chainswords.
"I cannot interfere properly any longer..I am now confined to trickery..Like making the sword of a marine non-functional...."
And meditating, the Emperor Ra prepared to regain his energy.

ooc:after this you can just mop up, without worrying about Ra poking his nose in by summoning stuff :)

The Primarch roared; lunging forth, holding his powersword high.
"I care not from wence the blood flows!" He roared. "I offer my own freely...." He focussed his psychic force behind the blade"
"SO LONG AS IT FLOWS!"
He let loose; the energy exploding forth from him; fuelled by his power; fed by the warp itself.....Focussed, harnessed....

Ra watched, astonished, marvelling at the unexpected power of the Primarch.
"I suppose...He is a Primarch, this shouldn't be a shock to me..."
He decided to order his personal ship, a posessed desolator class battlecruiser to intercept the fleet and offer it's services.