IMPORTANT NOTE PLZ READ: I made fixes to chapters 13, 14, and 16. Primarily to Ahzek's character. Like an idiot, I wrote him out like he was some Tzeentch worshiper even though his actual character despises Tzeentch. (Which Tzeentch loves.). So I fixed it, sorry for any confusion caused.

Okay, I just wanted to say sorry. I've been dormant for such a long time because I was super busy for the year. Had to do my SAT's of course, and then sign up for college as well as go to Taiwan and learn Chinese for my gap year. I even promised someone that I would post next month...

That was 6 months ago.

So here's a long chapter. About 11,000 words. I really outdid myself this time.

Kauyon Be'gel, 5 minutes ago

"Hold the line warriors!" Commander Farsight yelled out, "Let not a single one of these creatures pass!"

Fire now pervaded throughout the Tau ships as breakage in the smooth metal halls seemed to be prevalent due to the inclusion of bolter fire. The Firecast had formed a sturdy line in the loading bay of the ship, it seemed that that was where most of the portals seemed to be originating from.

The portals flared for a moment before a new stream of demons and horrors came through, the Tau open fired again, catching the chaos spawn in a flurry of blue plasma as the creatures were melted.

However the sheer amount of them were staggering, a few chaos spawn reaching the frontline as they broke through. Easily cleaving any unlucky Tau soldier in their way.

Farsight cursed as he beckoned his mech to move, brandishing his sword in the process before boosting forward. His blade sliced through the meddled pile of corrupted flesh as it cut the first one in half, the creature writhing in agony before his men finished it off. The last spawn was already poised to attack the Commander as Farisght's mech raised it's sword in defense.

Only for the creature to disintegrate after being struck by a blue bolt of warp energy as Macha entered the fray, her eyes glowed an eery blue as she floated downwards.

Farsight merely grunted as he turned his mech back to the onslaught, "It is fortunate that you showed up."

"Apologies, I had to ensure the safety of my own before attending to yours." Macha replied.

Whilst most would consider a phrase in a situation such as this to be selfish or rude, Farsight could empathize with her. A leader would always look at for his or her own regardless.

"Accepted." Farsight said before he pointed at the portals. "Can you-"

A giant blast of warp energy immediately blew outward, stumbling everyone as the portals dissipated. Farsight turned his head to Macha with annoyance as the Farseer looked back at him.

Her face however was strewn with alert.

"That wasn't me."

He turned his mech back before he spotted the culprit.

A menacing figure stood where the portals once were, a clad in an unnaturally blue power armor, wearing a dark visored helmet that was adorned with horns, sporting a freakish staff. Two rubricae flanked the sorcerer, the soulless husks raising their weapons.

An eery glow began to grow around the sorcerer, Macha's eyes widened in realization before she yelled out.

"Get back!"

The Tau warriors in the front didn't head the order in time as a giant wave of corrupted fire swept through them. Macha put her own hand out before a barrier formed around the few around her. The result of the psychic attack had a terrible consequence as the soldiers were charred to ash, the unlucky ones momentarily surviving as they screamed out in agony from the slow melting. Both Rubricae's open fired, their bolters decimating the screaming survivors.

The Farseer narrowed her eyes.

"Farsight, get the rest of your surviving men out of here."

"What of yourself then?" The commander asked, "You shall require the support!"

"Nothing will help against this..."

The Tau commander's face turned grim before he gave the order, his soldiers forced to withdraw from losses as they went deeper into the ship.

Ahzek walked forward in an uncaring fashion, the corpses of the damned paving his way as he looked upon the Farseer. "It is a shame that the Tau aren't as connected to the warp as much as you and I Farseer. I would have truly taught there upstart race their place..." Ahzek simply shook his head, "Which begs the question, what is a lone Eldar cruiser doing amongst a fleet of lowly xenos?"

Macha didn't answer, instead staring venomously at him.

"Ah, forgive me. Where are my manners." The sorcerer bent his head forward in mock respect, "I am-"

"You do not need to tell me your name Ahzek Ahriman. Your wicked ways already tell of yourself."

Ahzek paused before he chuckled darkly, "Farseer Macha... As wise as ever I see."

"As expected." Macha said as her eyes glowed blue, Ahzek merely crossed his arms.

"Really? You challenge me Farseer?"

The Eldar responded by blasting eldritch electricity directly at Ahzek. It struck the two Rubric Marines as they disintegrated, their souls not allowed release as they levitated close to Ahzek. The chaos sorcerer merely sighed as he blew his hand forward, the warp power parting from him as if he were a prophet crossing the red sea. She stopped the surge as she gripped her spear tightly.

The chaos sorcerer then spoke, "How I envied your kind when I was a follower of the corpse emperor. For you, the mastery of the warp was something simply given to you during the beginning of your existence." Ahzek walked forward, "I however was shaped by it, molded by it. My brothers suffered horrible mutations at it's hand whilst I survived. And now, I will show you the true power of The Thousand Sons!"

Macha raised her spear, "And now you're merely a play thing to the very god that doomed you, Mon-keigh."

"I am not! The Chaos Gods are merely a means to an end!" Ahzek replied in anger. He paused before he chuckled,"Why don't you use that so called Battle Fate that you Farseers rely on? You must have realized how pointless this fight is... When all it will do is end up with you dead."

Macha simply shook her head.

The sorcerer gritted his teeth behind his mask, raising his hand to commence a an attack. He was about to blast upon the worst of the worst from the warp until something stopped him, a very strange feeling of fate.

The Farseer tilted her head as she held her spear cautiously. Ahzek then relinquished his staff.

"Consider yourself fortunate Macha, something more important just garnered my attention." Ahzek said before he raised his staff, a portal appeared as he stepped through it, however not before turning his head one last time. "But do not fret, I made sure to leave a token of my gratitude." He then disappeared, leaving no trace of himself.

The Eldar pondered at his words for a second before she noticed a sliver of distorted space that was left behind.

Her eyes widened as her hands instinctively shot out, a barrier of order appearing in front of her before a torrent of warp cascaded around her. Bending and twirling the metal of the deck as the immaterial did as it pleased. It finally stopped as the Farseer gritted her teeth and breathed heavily from the effort. She was alive, yet the same couldn't be said for her surroundings as it looked utterly destroyed and twisted.

She sensed the Captain attempt to message her as she put a hand to her ear.

"Yes Captain?"

"Farseer! A Voidship has appeared, it has Ork markings!"

The Eldar's eyes widened.

Bluddflag's Voidship

The Ork captain leaned forward on his seat elegantly, inspecting the conflict with a keen interest before leaning back and stating his unique foresight on the evolving situation, in typical Ork fashion.

"WHAT DA ZOG IS GOIN' ON!? SPIKEY BOYZ, FISHEY GITZ, AND PANZIES FIGHTIN'?! WITHOUT US?!"

He then pointed his his meaty finger towards Spookums who was in the process of playing throw the Grot with Brikkfist.

"SPOOKUMS! I wanna hear da boyz sing!"

The cabin Ork saluted, "On it boss!" Before throwing the Gretchin into a nearby scrap pile, running up to a few Ork Boyz that were hanging around a few barrels. "Boss says that we'ze gonna sing!"

That seemed to rile up the crew, the Orks now grabbing nearby barrels and Shootah's as makeshift instruments before the bashing their weapons against any soundable part.

"Fifteen Orks on a deff mens hulk, Lookin' down da barrel of a gun, Gruntin' ta eech uvva troo big, sharp teeff, Sayin' 'dis one'll give us some fun'"

The booming grew in intensity, Bluddflag steering the hulking ship as a immobile Chaos ship came into view.

"Firteen Orks wiv' da Kaptins chest, Hopin' to kwench deir greedy first, Gruntin' ta eech uvva troo big, sharp teeff, Sayin' 'I was da wun dat saw it first'"

Bluddflag's meaty green hand smashed the big red button, the ship speeding up as it shook violently, red lighting indicating that the ship was going at Ork speed. A few Tau fighters were smashed along the way, barely deterring the speeding space hulk.

"Wun lone Ork left to steel da loot, Wishin' it 'adn't turn'd out so, Gruntin' ta 'imself troo big, sharp teeff, Sayin' "I shoulda let da pilot-"

"GO!"

The ship hit it's mark, a disabled chaos cruiser as it exploded into a dying star. Bluddflag's ship breaking through to the other side.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"

Aegis of Fear, Present time

Too say it was awkward was an understatement.

It was super awkward.

After helping the Sister of battle to her feet, Joan had automatically gone into defense mode now that she had magically got shit out from nowhere.

So there was no talking... At all. In fact she had been outright ignoring him in the past minute or so after entering the slow ass elevator. She hadn't even questioned the Tau droid which was a big surprise as VEGA lazily floated next to Doom. That made him decide that she must've really been on edge to not go batshit crazy from seeing something that was 'Heretical'.

A long elevator ride with no elevator music whilst being stuck in a awkward situation was not on the marine's bucket list.

Doom tilted his helmet as he pretended to inspect the interior before whistling his favorite metal tune.

Joan tilted her head, the red eyes of her helmet showed no emotion. There was another long pause, as the Doom slayer coughed.

"Listen... Is there something wrong?" Doom asked.

Joan didn't respond.

"Do you have a sore throat?"

No response again.

"Is it that time of the month for you?"

Joan paused before she slowly turned her head.

"... What?"

Doom sighed in relief, "Oh great, and here I thought you were possessed..." The marine stretched his hands before turning his helmet to hers. "So anyways... I wanted to ask, what's the deal with your hair?" Doom asked, "Was it always white like that, or did you get it dyed? Like that little tattoo beneath your eye? I mean, it's religious and edgy but still... It's probably not a birthmark." The marine said as he ranted on.

Joan balled her knuckles, her power suit trembling with a sudden rage before she spun her fist, denting the metal on the side of the elevator. There was a long pause as Doom and VEGA watched her, unsure of what to exactly to say.

"Why are you like this!" Joan yelled out, "We stand at the command-ship of chaos, the heart of this madness, and all you do is joke!?" Joan said in anger before pointing at his AI companion. "And to add insult, you host an abominable intelligence within a Xenos machine our presence?!"

"Hey! Leave VEGA out of thi-!" However the marine's eyes spotted something on Joan's hip, a small pouch with the symbol of a Templar's helmet.

A mark of a Night Sentinel.

His hand immediately shot out, grabbing hold of the satchel and tearing it straight off the Battle Nun's belt, much to her dismay. "What are you-?"

He didn't respond as he opened the satchel. A slew of ageless and religious relics spilled to the floor with a crack, some even predating hell itself as the priceless artifacts thudded against the ground.

Doom got on his knees, wiping his gauntlet across the metal floor, even breaking a few trinkets as they crinkled before his hand stopped.

Joan got over her shock before even curiosity overtook her, she stared down.

"What is it?"

The Doomslayer held it up for her to see, it appeared to be a small doll of some sort, wearing a tiny multicolored set of plastic praetor armor as it played a small retro theme.

"What is that? An ancient weapon?" Khaine asked as within Doom's head, breaking his conscious silence.

VEGA unknowingly was about to answer, "It appears to be a-"

"A new fucking collectible! FUCK YEAH!" Doom yelled in exhilaration, "I don't even think I've gotten this one yet! Must've been hidden in the depths of Argent D'nur for a really long time." Doom said as he held it in front of his mask. "Check it! It's even got movable arms, that is what I'm fucking talking about!"

Joan stared at him. A fully grown man in high tech green power armor that could tear an Sslyth's jaw open, playing with a doll as he sat on the ground. This had to be the work of the warp.

"By the way,-" Doom looked up at her, "Who gave you the Night Sentinel satchel?"

She paused as she looked at him, before she slowly spoke. "It was them... The ones that you asked about..."

"The Legion of the Damned?" Doom asked, Joan nodded. He looked at the action figure before looking back at her, "Oh. Well now I know why they sent you."

"You do?" Joan asked in curiosity.

"Yeah! How else could I have gotten a new addition to my collection?" Doom said gleefully as the doll disappeared, now inducted in the Praetor armor. "Huh, it says that this one represents Seraphim... Interesting. Maybe they're trying to tell me something..."

Joan was about to ask what he meant only for the elevator to stop.

"Shhh..." The marine said as he pressed his helmet next to the elevator door, they had appeared to have reached their destination. The Sister of battle shut her mouth behind her helmet as she stared at him.

Their was a long moment of silence before Doom reached his arm back, balling his gauntlet into a fist before punching straight through the door. The surprised hiss of a creature was heard before the Doomslayer pulled back.

A Bloodletter was in his grasp, much to Joan's surprise as she immediately backed away from the flailing demon. Doom wrestled it's control as he wrapped his arms around the creatures legs before turning it sideways, it roared out in fury as the marine lifted the creature over his head.

And then he bought it down on his knee.

A giant awful crack was heard, as Doom broke the Demon's spine with a sickening ease before it went limp, attempting to move but to no avail. The marine simply grabbed it by the neck before slamming it against the hole in the wall, tossing the creature into the endless shaft as it's screams were heard before slowly dying out.

Doom turned to Joan as she held her gun, shaking, unsure of what she had just witnessed. The marine turned his head to her before shrugging, unceremoniously. Joan felt the need to now speak.

"What are you?"

Doom merely sighed as he walked up to the elevator door. He turned his head to her. "You wanna know a secret Joan?"

She didn't know how to respond, instead opting to stare at him.

"Demon's only understand two languages," Doom said as he slowly forced the door open, "That being brutality and cruelty..." Doom said before he heaved, slamming the doors open to reveal a hallway full of bloodletters, all of them roaring before charging forward.

Joan immediately raised her gun before Doom put a hand over it, the Sister of battle turned her head only to see Doom stare at the hallway.

"I'm just a guy who's fluent at both." Doom said before he cracked his knuckles, his suit chose a song as it began to play, the Demon's were merely moments away. The smooth cacophony of an electric bass was heard. Doom's eyes widened in realization.

"Ultraviolence... This should be good."

He cheered in glee before priming a frag grenade and charged forward, ducking under the blade of the first bloodletter as he grabbed the demon by the waist and hoisting it over his shoulder, using the creature as a makeshift battering ram against it's comrades as he slammed into the rest of them. He immediately plunged the frag grenade into the abdomen of the hoisted demon as the creature roared out in pain before he kicked it into it's comrades.

There was a pause before the hallway exploded, sending blood ridden limbs and guts everywhere. Doom was once again covered head to toe in demon gut's as blood dripped from hands. Their was a pause as the music blared on before Doom stood straight to inspect his handiwork.

He turned his head to Joan, "You coming by the way?"

A gurgle was heard as a surviving demon attempted to claw itself out of the pile, it's limb except for a singular arm and leg, had been blown off. Doom whistled before he stomped forward, his leggings crushing the remains of the bloodletters underneath them as he grabbed it by the throat.

"Damn... I missed one." Doom said as he checked it out, he turned his head, this time with impatience. "Are you coming or no-!"

"Yes, yes I am!" Joan said in frustration as she attempted to draw her gaze from the slaughter, she was used to seeing bodies and blood, but to see this much violence performed by an actual human being was almost sickening. "By the Emperor, you are insane!"

"No I'm not! ... Well maybe slightly..." The Doomslayer pondered for a second.

Joan's helmet tilted as her red visor stared back at Doom's mask, "You must have had some form of unholy assistance. That is the only explanation for... This."

"Blah, blah, blah." Doom said as he waved his hand and the bloodletter around like a puppet, "What if I'm just really good at this kind of stuff? Admit it, you've never seen anyone do what I do and it terrifys you."

She hesitated before she loaded her weapon. "That doesn't matter, the proper way to fight the hordes of Daemon-kind is through the Emperor's ligh-."

"Emperor this, Emperor that, who the fuck is this guy?" Doom asked, he turned his head to the wounded bloodletter as he gestured to it. "The Emperor didn't kill these assholes I di-"

Suddenly metal blast doors at the end of the hall slowly opened as a new figure stomped in, a chaos marine in full red armor seemed to vigorously look around before he turned his helmet to the Doomslayer.

There was a pause as the two stared at each other before the Berzerker pointed, whirring up his chainsword in the process.

"FOUND YOU!" The Berzerker bellowed before he charged forward, yelling a fearsome cry. Doom frowned before he pulled back his arm and tossed the bloodletter directly at the Khornate Berzerker. The demon traveled straight through the hallway as the Berzerker furiously smashed the creature aside, blowing a fresh paint job of blood across the wall.

Doom paused as he got an indepth analysis before coming up with a conclusion.

"Damn, this guy's not fucking around."

And then the Berzerker slammed into him, already too close for Joan to get a clear shot as the two of them went at it. The red marine roared out, attempting to raise his chainsword before Doom slapped it away, the blade clattering uselessly on the ground.

The Berzerker growled as he pulled back a gauntlet and bought it forward only for Doom to block it as the green marine launched a furious uppercut, catching the Khornate Berzerker right in the helmet as the Berzerker was thrown upwards, the red marines body smashing into the ceiling as a fountain of blood began to drip down, his body shaking as if it refused to die before finally stopping.

Doom tapped the corpse to see if it was still alive before shrugging, turning his head to Joan.

"Who the fuck was that?" Doom asked.

"A Berzerker..." Joan whispered as she stared at the hanging corpse in shock.

"Oh... Okay." The Doomslayer said before walking past the body, pulling out his heavy rifle in the process. "By the way, put that big fucking gun you have to use. We got company."

Sure enough four more figures approached from the blast door, the group of them sporting normal chaos power armor they held normal bolter guns. The first chaos marine yelled something before taking out a bolter, firing it off at the duo.

Joan and Doom fired back, however even the green marine came to learn that the FMJ rounds were not very useful against the power armor of the chaos marines as they bounced off. He kept firing before a bolt round struck the Doomslayer in the shoulder as it detonated, jerking him sideways as it shredded his pauldron.

"Fuck!" Doom yelled as he put a hand to it, now that his rage had worn off, it had seemingly made him more susceptible then usual to damage. His shredded armor now reflecting that as it slowly regenerated thanks to the argent energy he had stored.

However pain only served to anger him, and anger served to determine him even further.

Joan fired off a few more rounds, nailing a Chaos marine that had been trying to get through the doorway as his chest exploded from the bolter round. She turned her head as she ducked behind cover.

"Cover my ass." Doom said as he bought out his rocket launcher before he began to step out of cover.

"By the Emperor! What are you doing?!" Joan yelled out.

Doom paid her no heed as his free hand grabbed the leg of the hanging Berzerker, wrenching the body from the ceiling before throwing it. The corpse of a headless power armored Berzerker zipped straight through the hallway as the air gave way. The chaos marines that stood in the way narrowly dodged before turning there weapons back to the target.

Only to see a cluster of rockets heading straight towards the each of them as the end of the hallway blew up into a magnificent orange. Freshly splattered body parts flew threw the air as they imploded, leaving charred pieces of power armor in their wake.

The Doomslayer paused before he let out a whoop, "Fucking A!". He then began to rigorously strum his rocket launcher as if it were a guitar.

Joan silently stared at the destruction, her head now contemplating in thought as she looked at the cheering marine.

What had she gotten herself into?

Aegis of Fear Worship Bay

Kharn snarled in anger as he reached the upper deck, his warband following behind him. His pure rage alone could be felt by even his warriors as the ones closest kept a good distance away from him.

He felt close to the source, so close. Yet most of the time they had only found the remnants of battle, most of it left being bloody chunks of chaos marines or bloodletters. Yet none of the invading party, which made Kharn assume that whoever was attacking was either incredibly skilled or simply was simply alone. It had to be him, the green armored mortal.

Even more to add fuel to the fire of rage that began to bubble inside him. This opponent may actually be worthy of a skull on his armor.

He grunted, his warband nodding as they separated, going down a another corridor in order to look for him. Khorne turned his head, "Follow the bloodletters, and make sure to release that pathetic hellbrute."

He rounded the next corner before he bumped into a familiar chaos sorcerer.

"Ahzek..." Kharn growled as he looked at the Sorcerer. "What... Are you doing here?"

He merely yawned, "The same reason as you-"

Kharn immediately revved up Gorehowl, "I know what you plan Sorcerer! And I tell you again that the skull of this one shall be mine!"

Ahzek merely stared coldly, his visor pulsing with energy. There was a long dangerous pause before the Sorcerer relented, "I suppose you know of what transpired?"

"Does it matter?" Kharn said darkly as he stopped his chain axe, "Every moment me and my warband are separated from the slaughter, the more impatient Khorne grows and the more impatient I grow."

"Typhus is dead."

Kharn paused before he tilted his head, "So?" before he walked off, preparing for battle.

Ahzek stood there before he sighed in annoyance, "Khornates... Quick tempers, slow minds..." He simply said before slowly sinking into the shadows, he would need to be patient to win this battle.

Aegis of Fear Worship Entrance

The two of them came across another entrance, this time the doors heavily decorated with heretical relics and artifacts and Joan regarded the large door with disgust. "The amount of heresy I'm witnessing is sickening."

"I know right?" Doom said as he stretched his arms, "Welp, c'mon. Let's go inside shall we?"

"Go inside there?" Joan asked as she shook her head, "Who knows what sort of heretical depravity we might encounter?"

"Why is she hesitating... After all, the Emperor is with her." Khaine said darkly before chuckling.

Doom simply looked at his hand before scowly. "Shut the fuck up Kane, nobody likes a snarky piece of shit."

"What?" Joan asked as she turned her head to him.

"What?" Doom replied.

Joan paused as she gave up, "Regardless, I believe we should attempt to find another way. Emperor knows what could be awaiting behind that set of doors."

Doom pondered for a second before turning his head to his robotic companion, "What do you think VEGA?"

The AI was currently paused as he looked at the door, "My sensors are picking up movement behind these doors. Perhaps there is meret to Joan's concerns."

"Really? That doesn't sound so-"

The doors wrestled open as something pushed it's hand through. A giant dreadnought like arm, seemingly made out of daemon flesh and metal grabbed Doom by the waist. A long pause ensued.

"Oh for fuck's sake, not again." Doom said before he was ripped violently from his spot, disappearing behind the door.

Joan's eyes widened, as she attempted to run up only for the doors to close.

"Strange... Did I make a miscalculation?" VEGA asked.

The sister of battle turned her helmet to the drone as she stared in disbelief.

Containment

Doom's world was spinning as whatever had him began to flail him around like a ragdoll, he gritted his teeth in anger as his hands reached down into the fleshy bits of the Hellbrutes arm before smashing into the pulpy stuff.

It roared out, raising Doom in the air before throwing him into the ground as he created a giant dent before rolling into the middle of the large room.

He stood up to look at his opponent as Doom scowled.

"You're gonna pay for doing that fuck face."

The Hellbrute merely roared in response as it raised it's twin linked auto cannon before firing, it's exposed face twisting with insanity. The Doomslayer ran to the side, just barely avoiding it as the massive rounds destroyed the floor he had been standing on, forcing him to take cover behind a pillar before watching it get torn apart.

His gauss cannon materialized in his hands as he waited for his opponent to overheat before getting out of cover. Charging up a shot before firing.

It struck the corrupted dreadnought directly in the shoulder as it screeched out, it's cannon arm falling off it's body as it's exposed face sneered out before charging forward with it's remaining arm. Doom ran toward it, narrowly dodging as it's sharp metal hand as it attempted to cleave him before grabbing onto it's arm. It roared out in surprise as Doom grunted, turning sideways as he threw the gigantic dreadnought to the side, it's armor scraping against metal as it came to a stop, struggling to get up.

He wasted no time, jumping on top of the behemoth as he grabbed onto it's little chest piece. The exposed face hissing at him as it stared at him in pure hatred, it attempted to grab at him only for Doom to slam it's giant metal arm away, knocking the limb straight off as it disconnected. He then pried open it's metal chest like a can of beans, the controller eyes widened as it finally understood what was happening.

And then Doom grabbed it by the neck, pulling it out as the thing screeched out in agony. The tubes that connected it to it's frame disconnecting as it dragged pieces of it's flesh. Doom grabbed it's legs as well before holding it sideways and pulling. It screamed as it's midsection came apart, it's organs and blood falling to the floor as Doom threw it's halfs down, hard, smashing it into even more gore.

The way he killed the user kinda reminded him of the time when he had dealt with the Hell Guard's. The nostalgia bringing a smile to his face as the doors on the other side opened, a whole warband of Berzerkers and Bloodletters arriving.

"Get up Hellbrute! Slaughter is about to-" The Berzerker looked at Doom, standing on top of the dead frame. There was a pause before the Khornate Berzerker yelled, "THERE HE IS!" before they all revved up or prepared any weapon they had at their disposal.

"Oh, fuck off." Doom said as he simply reached for the giant auto cannon that the Hellbrute had left behind. Immediately all the Berzerkers at the end of the room paused, as did the Demons as they watched him lift the impossibly heavy weapon over his shoulder.

"And tell your god I sent you!"

And then he fired, the auto cannon booming as it sent artillery size rounds at the end of the hallway. The gigantic bolt rounds cleaving through their ranks as blood and body parts were flung all over the place.

He slowly began to walk forward, firing the cannon as he yelled out in anger. Moments of Demon slaughter like this made him truly feel alive.

The cannon clicked as it ran out ammo, Doom snorting as he tossed it away. A few survivors revealed themselves, some Demon, some Berzerker. But it wouldn't matter, because for Doom they would soon be the same, dead.

A few Khornate Berzerkers rose out, now clearly angered and riled up as they let out a fearsome cry that shook the walls, there axes and swords brandished as they charged forward.

"BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD AND SKULLS FOR HIS THRONE!"

The first one swung his axe down, Doom grabbing the handle before it reached him as he swiped his leg underneath the Berzerker, the warrior was forcefully suspended in air for a split second, allowing Doom to slam his fist down into the mans chest as his power armor broke like a shell, bursting into gore.

Two bloodletter's ran up next in Doom's proverbial chopping block. The Demons raised their swords as they attempted to double team him only for it to have the opposite effect. Doom simply slapped their blades as they swung down, breaking the warp forged metal as their orange eyes widened. He grabbed the first ones horn, tearing it off as the demon screeched out before he grabbed it's neck and sliced it's throat open. It gurgled out before slumping over, dead.

The other one attempted to slash at him as Doom used the same horn and swung it to the side, eviscerating a hole in it's stomach as a line of guts came pouring out before Doom took out his shotgun and pressed it against the face of the demon, pulling the trigger as a wave of blood washed over the floor.

The rest of the Khornate Berzerkers were not even phased by the show of brutality, instead they seemed more excited now as they roared out in glee, the rest of them charging forward.

Doom simply responded with his hatred as a Berzerker, using a surprising set of speed, dragged a sword by the side of Doom's chest, the blade having enough power behind it to even embed itself in the praetor armor. The two looked up at each other as Doom grabbed the warrior by the head and lifted him, slowly dragging him to the side before slamming his entire body into the ground, killing the Berzerker instantly as he became one with the floor.

The Doomslayer grabbed hold of the sword, wrenching out of himself as he grunted.

He spotted another Berzerker was running at him.

Doom simply threw the sword with as much force as a cannon, slicing the Berzerker from the midsection as the warriors separate halves fell to the floor. The chaos warrior still crawling towards him in a mad craze before Doom thrusted his hand forward, Khaine's fiery sword penetrating the warriors armor as it cauterized his insides.

He didn't have time to inspect his handiwork before a blast of a plasma pistol caught him in the upper body, knocking him back a bit from the blue explosion. Doom grunted in annoyance before bringing out his own bolt pistol, catching the Berzerker in the shoulder as the warrior flinched, a new hole developing in the warriors armor. He took advantage of the stumble as he grabbed the warrior by the legging, his gauntlet breaching through his flesh as the Berzerker yelled out in pain before falling to the floor.

And then, like many times before, he twisted it as he broke every bone in it before smashing the leg into the warriors helmet, killing him with his own foot.

However his back was turned for a split second as Doom felt an axe dig into his shoulder. He gritted his teeth, turning his head to the attacker, his face now angered as he grabbed the Berzerkers arm and in one swift stroke, tore it off. The warrior roared out in pain before Doom smacked him across the helmet with said arm, a loud crack and a spurt of blood coming out of the warriors respirator to show that his neck had been broken from the sheer force as the Berzerker fell backwards.

Doom turned around with the arm in his hand and roared out in a craze fashion, only to realize he was the only one left alive.

"Aww... Damn." Doom said as he dropped the limb. "I hope nobody saw that."

"I did, and it was displeasing to watch."

"Oh shut the fuck up Ka-"

The giant doors at the farside immediately opened up, a new Khornate Berzerker entering the room. Doom turned his head as he grunted, "Great, who the fuck is-"

He was responded with a power armored fist to his face, the glass that had endured hell itself literally cracking from the sheer force of the warriors punch. Doom went flying as he smashed into two pillars before skidding off the third one and onto the ground.

He looked up from his lying position as he let out a pained chuckle, "God damn, now that was a punch."

The attacker stepped over the gory floor as he walked toward Doom, brandishing a gigantic chain axe that was decorated with skulls as the warriors exposed beefy hand held it tightly, two tufts of blue plumage descended off his helmet's decorative structure. He wordlessly grabbed Doom by the collar of his armor before smashing him into the pillar.

Doom responded by bringing his two legs back before kicking downward, whilst it would have killed any normal chaos marine, the man simply flinched back a tiny bit and growled, releasing Doom as he fell to the floor. The warrior didn't even give a second before kicking him, smashing him through the column and out the other side.

The Doomslayer groaned before he chuckled lightly, slowly rising up as he looked at his opponent.

"It is Kharn... It would be wise to prepare yourself, Doomslayer..." Khaine spoke as the marine tilted his head. The Champion took the moment to speak up as he held onto the chain axe.

"I see... That pretender Khaine resides in your arm mortal." The hulking warrior said as he pointed, "I wonder what shall happen if I were to tear him away from you? Would you weaken? Would you die?"

Doom narrowed his eyes as he stood up, "Listen here fucker, Kane is just some piece of shit who tried to take over my body, I don't rely on him for anything. Besides, who the hell are you?"

The chaos warrior merely stared at him before speaking.

"I go by many names... But there is one that I am fond of...-" He tightened his grip on the axe, "I am Kharn, the Betrayer, Champion of Khorne."

There was a pause before Doom giggled, Kharn shook with rage as his axe revved up. "What is so funny mortal!?"

"N-Nothing... It's just that when you say Champion of Khorne it sounds like Champion of Corn..." And then he began to laugh, "What are you? A fucking cereal masco-!?"

Kharn swung his axe, the air breaking from the speed and power behind the swing as it grazed the edge of Doom's armor. The marine grunted in surprise, flinching back as blood began to seep through the chest wound.

"SILENCE! Your words are displeasing upon the ears of myself and my God!" Kharn yelled in fury as his axe revved up again.

Doom put a hand on the pillar before he straightened himself out, ignoring the wounds on his body as he slouched. "Heh, I'm surprised. You don't really seem to care about the fact that I slaughtered all your friends."

"That hardly matters, the death of my warband acts as proof that your skull is worth taking." Kharn sneered as he looked down at him, "Now stand up and fight."

Doom sighed, "Suit yourself.", he then reached his hand out, his chainsaw materializing in his hands as he revved it. The industrial blade whirring to life as fumes came out the exhaust. "So? We gonna throw down or what?"

Kharn readied his axe. "Yes... Mortal."

And then the two charged at eachother, both revving there weapons as they collided, sparks flew in a torrent of rain as they two champions had there helmets pressed up against each other, both of them gritting their teeth. A powerful force set in as the metal ground began to bend around there leggings. They briefly separated before bringing their chain weapons against each other, ushering a storm of sparks as there weapons collided in brief moments of contact.

Kharn slashed his weapon downwards, slicing a line in Dooms shoulder as the chains dug out his flesh. Doom simply responded by using his free hand to slam an uppercut into Kharn's helmet, the champions head flinching back before slowly turning back down. The attack had cleaved off the intricate helmet as he looked down, his red eyes and bald scarred face now visible as they were filled with rage.

There was a pause as Doom spoke, impressed the hit didn't knock the warriors head off, "Holy shi-"

And then Kharn pushed him back, swinging his chain axe in an effort to decapitate Doom. The marine narrowly dodged before Kharn punched him right in the face, the impact curving the air between the two of them as Doom went flying again. The glass of his Praetor helmet now cracked as he landed.

"No mortal has ever struck me like that..." Kharn said as he felt his jaw with his free hand, "Khorne was right, your skull is worth taking!"

Doom simply chuckled, taking off his helmet and spitting out a tooth and a wad of blood before putting it back on. "You're gonna have to try harder then that... Just like that sissy some of you called a god."

Kharn paused as he tilted his head, "Are you speaking of Slaanesh?"

"Yeah... He died like a little bitch."

"Heh, that must have been pleasing to see..." Kharn replied as he smiled to himself, his scarred features twisting.

"Sure was."

There was a pause as the two of them looked up at each other. A bizarre understanding being exchanged before Doom put his chainsaw to the side and raised his fists.

"Alright! Enough fucking around, let's go!"

Kharn glared at him, steadying his grip on Gorechild as he began walking forward, taking menacing steps. The two reared there hand back, balling it into a fist before punching forward, their arms meeting each other as the sound reminiscent of thunder cracking was heard. The air crushing upon itself from the impact zone as buffeting winds filled the giant room.

The Champion bought his foot back in an attempt to kick him again only for Doom to narrowly dodge it and throw a vicious right hook. His fist catching Kharn right in the cheek as the Berzerker's face jerked to the side, spitting out a wad of blood as he cracked his head back, his teeth gritted.

Doom used the opportunity to jump and launch a colossal kick with both of his leggings, the impact bent Kharns armor before he was launched to the other side of the room as the Champion left a crater in the wall. The Doomslayer rushed up to him in an attempt to capitalize on the displacement only for Kharn to grab hold of the marine's chest, doing a 180 turn, and smashing Doom through the wall as the marine rolled across the floor.

A few Hereteks that were at work immediately swiveled their heads to the disturbance. Doom simply got up from the ground, grabbing the closest one as the heretical mechanic beeped in surprise before Doom tossed the machine man directly at Kharn. The Champion snarled as he smashed away the corrupted tech priest, only to see Doom using the distraction to rush him, the marine grabbing hold of his power armored waist before lifting him. Kharn struggled as he felt himself fall backward as the marine performed a German Suplex, smashing the champion against the ground and causing them to fall through.

They both landed as they fell against the metal, Doom and Kharn already back up as they both roared, there fighting now increasing by ten fold as it became an all out brawl between the two of them. Their fists colliding against each other as they were pushed back from each other.

For the first time in a long time, the two of them felt actual exhilaration, the thrill and rush of a true opponent as Doom smiled like a mad man.

Kharn on the other hand kept his teeth gritted as his eyes narrowed before he raised Gorechild, slamming it on the metal as the ground shot up, throwing the marine through the air. Doom grunted in surprise before Kharn threw a right hook directly into his chest.

Needless to say, the impact was immense.

Doom skidded across the ground, his armor caved in from the punch as blood leaked out. Kharn walked forward, cracking his fists as he slowly bought out his chain axe, "It was a good effort, but now you DIE!" Kharn yelled, he raised Gorechild it above his head.

The Doomslayer looked up, his eyes now made of pure fury as they appeared to be on fire, a menacing red color being produced on the surface of his helmet.

Kharn bought the axe down, intent on beheading his enemy.

Doom grabbed the handle.

"What!?" Kharn yelled out, he attempted to bring it down, the axe whirring even faster. Doom simply yelled out in anger before tearing his chain axe from his grip, ruining Kharn's exposed arm as the various metals were wrenched across his skin.

He then took the chain axe, before bringing it down to his knee, breaking the shaft half as he held the two separate pieces apart.

Kharn's features turned to that of disbelief, "I-IMPOSSIBLE! Gorechild's shaft is made of pure Adamantium!"

The Doomslayer turned his head, "Gorechild can kiss my ass. I've been going easy on you this entire time." and then he threw the pieces on the ground.

The champion paused before he shook, his rage now barely containing itself. "By Khorne... I will make you pay..." He then charged forward, bringing his fist back, "I WILL MAKE YOU PAY!"

Kharn charged forward, roaring out as the walls shook from the battlecry. He was inches away before Doom simply stood still, rearing his hand back before punching forward.

The Champion's eyes widened before he felt a megaton blow land directly through his chest, going through his armor as the material broke. The impact forced Kharn to grasp at his chest as blood began to leak out of it.

Doom gave him no time to recover as he bought his foot to the side and kicked sideways, a resounding crack as he broke the champions leg. The berzerker grunted as Doom quickly ran forward, his hand outstretched as he grabbed onto something before pulling.

A few bloodied nails fell to the ground as the tubes on the back of Kharn's head disconnected.

The champion roared out, his gauntlet clawing at the back of his head before Doom punched him in the shoulder, knocking him across the floor. The giant room was silent as Doom looked at his opponent, Kharn slowly stirring as he pressed a gauntlet on the floor, rising despite his fatal injuries.

The Doomslayer pointed, his voice now full of menace and hatred. His soaked armor slowly dripping with the blood of the damned.

"Don't get up."

There was a long pause before Kharn grunted, his teeth gritted, "You removed my nails... YOU REMOVED ANGRON'S GIFT!"

Doom simply looked at the strange implant before crushing it.

Kharn slamming his fist down as he fully rose to position. A font of blood leaking from the back of his head as his eyes turned red with a maddened rage, charging forward again. Doom raised his fist in preparation as he glowered at Kharn with his calm hatred.

And then the air distorted as the champion disappeared.

Nearby Planet

"DIE!" Kharn yelled out, his rage boiling over as he punched down, decimating the landscape as the ground twisted. Kharn blinked, noticing it was normal ground he had destroyed and not the marine that had been in front of him just seconds ago. He turned his head before his eyes widened, a warp portal slowly closing before disappearing completely.

The sky was dark on this planet, yet that did not matter, he knew who was responsible for his displacement. The champion of Khorne looked to the sky roaring a single name, the trees shaking as leaves fell.

"AHZEK!"

The Champion pause, fuming with rage. However without the nails, it had quickly subsided, a distant weariness overtaking him as Kharn put a hand on his forehead.

He did not see the Dark Eldar shardnet fall upon him.

Aegis of Fear

Doom simply looked at the closing portal as he tilted his head before he was enclosed all around, reality shifting around him as he became quickly trapped. The sensation reminding him too much of the sarcophagus he had been bound too as he attempted to move.

Khaine's voice resonated again, "Doomslayer! You must free yourself!"

The marine stirred before grunting, he no longer wasn't in a joking mood due to the fight. His eyes scanned around as he spotted the perpetrator, a figure in sorcerers power armor as he walked out of the shadow, his hand outstretched as it billowed the powers of the warp.

Ahzek Ahriman seemed amused.

"That was too easy."

Doom slowly walked forward, shattering the air around him through pure grit and determination. He got barely a feet in front of Ahzek before the sorcerer casted it again, now using both hands to channel the warp prison as Doom was forced to a stand still.

The Sorcerer gritted his teeth behind his mask, "Amazing... Somehow you resist my power."

Doom merely grunted, unable to speak as the warp tightened around him.

Ahzek paused before he chuckled, "Now now, don't fret. I believe we have an appointment with Tzeetch, and I shall get my own answers as-"

"That will not be necessary Ahriman." A dark voice spoke out. A power armored foot stepped out of the shadows, revealing Abaddon as the Chaos lord stood imposing.

The sorcerer turned his head, a sneer behind his helmet as he pointed his staff. "Oh? Come to take my discovery away Abaddon? You are too late, this mortal is mine to study."

Abaddon stood still before sighing, looking to the side.

"Ugh, perhaps my deceit worked too well..."

And then the Champion began to change, his Catapharactii pattern Terminator armor turning into gray formless flesh as his bones twisted. The sight was incredibly surreal as both Doom and Ahzek watched with surprise.

Finally it stopped, Abaddon was now a strange being that sat cross legged within the air, mutated flesh twisting and turning as it's hollowed teeth stood outside it's fleshy mouth. It spoke, yet the words did not come from it, instead the noises came from around.

"Perhaps now you shall recognize me. Servant."

Ahzek seemed to pause, "Tzeentch... And I am not your servant. I demand to know why you are here!"

The God seemed amused

Doom stared at Tzeentch, pure hatred radiating from behind his visor as the Changer of Ways analyzed him like an object to be studied, learned from even. There was a long pause before the God seemingly figured it out.

"... So it is true. He has returned." Tzeentch spat.

Ahzek tilted his helmet, "Who? You know of this mortal?"

Tzeentch paused before snapping his fleshy finger nails, Doom immediately found the ability to speak again.

So he said the first thing that came naturally.

"... When I get out of here. I'm going to fucking kill you."

The God of Change did not seem amused, instead he simply held out his hand before a scroll materialized. A menacing red symbol appearing on the parchment as the marine's eyes widened behind his helmet.

A warning created by the demons of old, or more specifically, the mark of the Doomslayer.

"Now tell me. Do you recognize this."

Doom paused, his tone serious. "Consider me surprised Demon, you did your research."

Tzeentch paused before he held his hand, levitating Doom higher. "Then you are a threat that must be quickly contained."

"I demand info Tzeentch." The sentence coming from Ahzek as the lord of change turned his head, "What exactly is this threat? This mortal was easily-"

"Do not underestimate this... Abomination." Tzeentch spoke, "I have read the warnings, he has bought Demonkind to it's knees once, and I plan on preventing that from ever happening again... But first,-"

The Lord of Change held a palm out before Doom felt his left hand burn.

"Khaine?! What the hell's going on!?"

"H-He's separating us!" The God of Wars tone shifted to that of pain. I-... Cannot... Hold...!"

And then the burning subsided, Doom's mind now quiet as he realized what happened.

"You son of a bitch!" The Doomslayer yelled, his body trembling in anger. "What did you do to him?!"

"Nothing. I merely removed a problem from the equation." Tzeentch glowered with menace as he pointed his mutating finger, "Now to solve it..."

Doom paused, feeling an uncontrolled rage begin to rise within him as his mind filled with violence, visions of constant demon slaughter filling his mind as the red flowed.

And so, hatred took the wheel.

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" Doom yelled, red light streaming from his armor as hellish pentagrams began to appear. Tzeentch and Ahzek's eyes widened.

"H-He's invoking his true power! Help me contain him pawn!"

Ahzek paused before hesitatingly nodding, the containment of the Doomslayer was beneficial to both parties as the sorcerer reaching for his staff.

Only for something to impact his chest, shredding the pauldron and making the psyker stumble. That would have surely killed him were it not for the second layer of psychic protection. He turned his helmet to the end of the hallway as he spotted the culprit.

A sister of battle alongside a Tau drone.

"Come and face your judgement, heretic!"

Ahzek merely growled, "I would normally find your attempt of hurting me entertaining, but I have no time for games."

The sorcerer raised his staff before casting the Incendiary of Tzeentch, blue white fire racing from his palms as Joan's eyes widened. She jumped to the side, the fireball melting the metal like glass as she felt her soul sear. She clutched her chest, yelling out in pain from the psychic attack.

He was about to cast an infernal gaze to finish her off before he heard something shatter.

Doom had broken free, smashing away the constricting fabrics of reality like paper.

Everybody could then feel it, an unspeakable hatred radiating from the man, a hatred that was beyond ancient.

And that hatred was heading straight for Tzeentch. Metal bending and breaking beneath the Doomslayers leggings as he raised his fist, red runes of power developing around the gauntlet.

However, despite the demon ending threat, the god did not move or fight back, instead only raising his hand. It almost looked as if...

Ahzek then realized what the god intended.

It was a lure, a trap this whole time.

A vortex began to form at Tzeentch's palm, the twisting nether peeling metal with ease from the floor and walls of the ship. VEGA attempted to backpedal using the drones thrusters, however it was no use as the AI was sucked in first. Joan attempted to grab on to her cover, yet her mortal grip could only hold for so long, the sister of battle gritting her teeth as she held onto her bolter, rushed in by the winds of the warp.

As for the Doomslayer, the marine seemingly paused as he was slowly sucked in, unable to hold his ground.

So his crazed mind tried the next best thing. Letting out an inhuman roar, Doom jumped in the air, propelled forward by the rushing current of warp as his fist rapidly approached Tzeentch's face.

However just before he was able to hit his mark, the Doomslayer lost his momentum as the lower half of his body got sucked in, the raging current of the warp bashing against his armor as he fell through.

"It was... A good try. But ultimately usele-."

A fist shot out of the other side of the vortex, breaking through the unstable current before striking Tzeentch right in the face as the lord of change spat out a wad of illuminescent blood, the liquid spreading across the walls of the ship. The fist then disappeared, brushed away by the warp.

There was a long pause, Tzeentch raising a hand to wipe the blood off his grey cheek before laughing, turning his body to Ahzek. "Now, leave this place my Champion. There is much work to be done."

Ahzek paused, not liking the fact that Tzeentch, the one who had damned his legion, considered him his champion. Regardless, he slowly raising his staff in preparation, ready to traverse away within the warp and leave the warband to die.

However, not before noticing the wound that had been inflicted on the god. Despite Tzeentch's ever changing flesh, the bruise mark seemed to stay the same, droplets of dark blood dripping off the god's face.

And for the first time, two question graced the sorcerer's mind.

Who was this Doomslayer? And why did daemonkind fear him?

Looking at Tzeentch's wound, he believed he had gotten an answer for the former.

He would need to return to Sortiarius.

The Crystal Labyrinth

Doom fell for what felt like hours before he face planted against the ground, a sizable crack forming as he lifted himself slowly, groaning out.

He really let himself go there.

The slayer lifted himself from the ground before looking up at the sky, noticing the chaotic light of the warp streaming overhead. It appeared that he was back in the realm of chaos, but where? He was unsure. But in his rage fuelled state, he had seen Joan and VEGA plummet into the vortex alongside him.

He needed to find them, and fast.

"Joan?!" Doom called out, his voice booming. Yet despite the loud yells, he was only met with echoes of his own voice. He turned his helmet to the sides, seeing his distorted reflection upon the walls of the labyrinth as a myriad of different paths could be seen.

"Okay... Gotta find Joan and VEGA... And then get the fuck out of here." Doom said before running forward, randomly choosing a path. He sprinted for a little bit before realizing.

He was back at where he started.

"Oh for fuck's sake." Doom swore as he crossed his arms, "Is this a puzzle? Because I hate puzzles."

"Doomslayer..." A voice spoke. Doom froze, turning his head to the side. One of the mirrors slowly cleared, revealing a harlequin with an evershifting mask, promising both mirth and death.

It was the laughing god himself.

"Cegorach!" Doom said before going up to the mirror, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Is it not obvious?" The Eldar god chuckled, "I'm here to help you of course."

"Great. What do I do here?"

Cegorach looked to the side, "It is simple, do not play the game. The Crystal Labyrinth only serves to befuddle the mind. You will only progress nowhere."

Doom paused, "Cut it with the buddhist bullshit! Joan and VEGA are probably in trouble and you want me to sit here with a thumb up my ass?"

"I did not say that." Cegorach mused, "I shall be guiding you after all. Step into the mirror and follow me."

The marine looked left and right before placing his leg forward, noticing the legging slipping into the glass like liquid, he then took another step before sinking into the warped fragment.

He had made it through, looking around and noticing a tiny difference in the maze. Cegorach was true to his word, the Eldar god casually strolling.

"Come along now. We must find your mortal friend, and that robot."

"Hold on a second-" Doom caught up, "-What about Kane?"

"Khaine?" Cegorach asked, "He was merely fragmented within the warp. He should reform in the near future again. If you worry for him then it is misplaced."

Doom nodded, "Oh. That's a relief." He then turned his head, "And another thing."

"Yes-?"

Cegorach was immediately sucker punched, the god holding his mask in pain as Doom held an angry look behind his helmet. The Eldar recovered, looking back up.

"I suppose you are angry that I lied to you."

"Yeah, no shit." Doom said as the two continued walking, "What the fuck was that 'different reality' bullshit that you spouted when we met?

The laughing god sighed, "I lied to you because it was the best possible outcome. Telling you the truth outright would have been too much. So instead I made you believe that this was a different reality rather than the grim future of... Well, everything..." Cegorach then straightened himself, "Regardless, their is no use crying over spilt souls, your friends should be up ahead here."

Doom nodded before spotting something.

A broken Tau drone.

He jogged forward, coming up next to the drone, kneeling down as he sifted through the scrapped red metal. To his relief, VEGA's hard drive was still intact as Doom took it, but the drone was completely totaled. He would have to find somewhere else to plug the AI in.

"Doomslayer."

Doom turned his head to Cegorach, who was pointing at something.

The marine's eyes widened.

Joan was lying on the ground, squirming and murmuring something behind her helmet.

"Joan!" Doom yelled before running up to her, placing a hand on her pauldron as he removed her Sabbat pattern. Beads of sweat could be seen on her forehead as her eyelids were shut tight. He lifted his head, turning it to Cegorach as the Eldar god inspected the problem. "What the fuck's wrong with her!?"

Cegorach paused, "It's the warp. Her soul was already weakened by the psychic attacks beforehand. Now it's slowly consuming her, bit by bit." The god crossed his arms, "But I'm surprised that she has lasted this long. Most mortals would just outright die upon entering the warp."

Doom looked up, "Thanks for that useless shit. Now how do I actually help her!?"

The Eldar god paused in thought. "You can't, and neither can I. My control of the warp is limited outside of the webway... But I may know someone who might be able to assist." Cegorach turned around, "I'll be back in a moments notice."

He disappeared within the mirrors, a few seconds passing as Doom waited. It was after a minute or so that the god appeared, this time another figure with him. Sporting a familiar grey power armor, with flowing purity seals.

"-And make no mistake Xeno. If this is a trick then-"

Doom immediately recognized the voice.

Kaldor Draigo.

"Kal!" Doom yelled.

The Grey Knight turned his head before immediately kneeling in front of the green marine.

"Doomslayer. It is a honor." Kaldor then turned his head to Cegorach, "And it appears you spoke the truth Eldar."

Cegorach seemed to roll his eyes. "You honor me Mon-Keigh."

Doom gritted his teeth, "Can you both stop jerking each other off and fix Joan?"

Kaldor nodded, walking up next to the sister as he placed a gauntlet on her forehead. There was a pause before Kaldor stood up, "It is just as I feared Doomslayer. Her soul is beginning to taint. One of the many Daemons that reside in the warp is attempting to take control of her body."

"Great..." Doom asked, "I punch demons, not exorcise them."

The Grey Knight seemed to pause in thought. "I may have an idea." Kaldor brandished his weapon, "By cutting her with The Titansword, I can drive out some of the taint... But ultimately it will have to rely on her own strength."

Doom paused as he looked at Cegorach, the Eldar slowly nodding. He then looked back down at Joan, noticing her teeth beginning to chatter as she murmured something.

He knew the answer.

"Do it."

Kaldor nodded before bringing his blade to bear, grabbing hold of her wrist. He then gently ran the plasma blade across, cutting a gash on her skin as it cauterized. Immediately the Sister of Battle seemed to spazm, yelling out in pain, her eyes shut.

It carried on for a few seconds before it began to die down.

Kaldor's eyes widened, "She is losing!"

Doom looked down at her, narrowing his eyes as he took off his helmet. "C'mon, is that really the way you wanna go you fucking weakling? Just like your Sisters?" He stooped forward, whispering next to her ear so Kaldor couldn't hear. "The Emperor is also a pussy, and so are you if you don't beat this."

That seemed to have an effect, her sleeping form pausing before convulsing, now fiercely against the warp.

The Doomslayer smiled.

"Get ready."

Kaldor tilted his head as Cegorach watched from the sidelines.

Immediately Joan awoke before balling a fist, attempting to punch the Doomslayer. The marine laughed as he caught her fist, "Good to have you-"

And then she followed up with her second, striking him in the face.

"Ow. Yeah okay, I deserved that one."

Joan nodded before looking at the cut on her wrist, turning her head on the floor before her eyes widened. "K-Kaldor Draig-"

"Hush child. Save your strength."

She seemed to nod in disbelief before sighing, looking up at the ever changing sky of the warp.

"Are we dead?"

Cegorach shook his head, "No Mon-Keigh. You, me, Kaldor, and the Doomslayer are all very much alive within the warp."

Joan looked at him with a cautious gaze. "An Eldar?" She then turned her head, "Why is it always Eldar?"

Doom chuckled, "Y'know, if it weren't for Cegorach getting Kal over here. You'd be a playground for Demons." Doom then put a hand beneath his chin, "And then I'd probably would've had to kill you."

She grunted before rising up, Doom helping her to her feet as she put on her helmet. Turning to Kaldor Draigo himself as she knelt.

"It is an honor to be graced by your presence, Supreme Grandmaster."

Kaldor smirked, "It is not me who you should be kneeling to, but the killer of Slaanesh who stands next to you."

Her face froze.

"A-Are you telling me that-"

Doom smiled behind his helmet, "Now you believe me?"

She stared at him with shock, a realization dawning on her. "So that means... B-Back in the Eldar ship-"

"Yes. That was the head of She Who Thirsts." Cegorach confirmed.

Joan put a hand on her head, "T-This is-" She then looked at the Doomslayer, "Who are you? And why do you fight for us?"

Doom laughed.

"Cause I'm the Doomslayer."

And then the walls of the Labyrinth began to shudder, breaking apart like glass as the group turned.

"Oh great. Now what?" Doom asked, taking out his double barreled shotgun as Joan picked up her bolter. Kaldor and Cegorach took out their respective weapons, with the Grey Knight readying his shield and sword. Cegorach on the other hand, took out a strange looking whip in his right as his left gauntlett held what appeared to be a marionette controller.

"I sense Daemons..." Kaldor warned.

The Labyrinth then disappeared, followed by the appearance of pink fleshed and multiple limbed creatures as a fortress of ever shifting stone appeared. The Horrors poured out as the sky filled with manta-ray looking creatures called Screamers. Flamer's followed by the flanks of this mutated army as they jeered and hissed at the group.

A bird looking Daemon led them, it's wings spread as it held a staff that promised corruption. It pointed at Kaldor, hatred in it's beady eyes.

"It is you! Kaldor Draigo! Must you always interfere with my masters plans!?"

Doom turned his head, "Friend of yours?"

Kaldor narrowed his eyes, "Yes. M'Kachen... The Daemon who casted me into the cursed warp."

"Great." Doom cracked his knuckles.

The marine then pressed on his helmet, BFG Division beginning to play as he smiled.

"Let's kick his ass."

And then the 4 of them braced themselves for the oncoming onslaught.

I would consider this chapter the end of this Arc. Expect the Space Furries and former HAWT Primarch to make an appearance with his Kinky Bois.

If you read 1d4chan, I think you'll get what I mean.