Krekon, Devoted of Khorne
Chapter One
Krekon stared forward across the bleak field, which would soon be drowned with blood. The field was covered in blackened grass, testament to the earlier artillery blasts. Beside him were his fellow cultists, all devoted to the glories of Khorne. Krekon held in his hands his two most prized possessions, his Autogun and his Axe. He looked across the field, and saw the massive tide of green, a huge army of Orks. There blood was green, but green blood is still blood in the eyes of the Skull God.
As the hordes advanced, his own comrades began to match the orks speed. He was consumed with rage, the need to kill, the need for blood, for the one true god, for Chaos!
As he got close to the orks, he began shooting wildly into the fray. But the orks didn't slow at all, simply trampling over there dead.
Blood flew threw the air as the lines impacted. Krekon was surrounded by madness, as men fought orks. An ork charged straight towards him, raising its axe far above its head. Krekon used this moment of vulnerability to slam his own axe into the creatures stomach, causing the Ork to crumple and fall. As it fell he pulled his axe, now slick with green blood, from the creature, and shot its head.
Something smashed Krekon from behind, causing him to stumble. He turned around to see an Ork with a bionic eye roaring at him. The Ork swung at his head, but Krekon simply ducked under the blow, crashing his axe into the Orks knee, causing the green monstrosity to roar in pain. Keeping the axe in, Krekon put his gun to the creatures stomach, and unloaded his whole clip, causing blood to fly everywhere. He pulled out the axe, and saw the battlefield had changed. The orks were retreating, running from the innumerable hordes of Khorne. Krekon roared in rage, as his bloodlust had not been sated. He charged forward, and slammed his axe into the head of an Ork, while unloading his pistol into the legs of another. As the now leafless creature fell to the ground, he jumped on top of it, and swung his axe at the beasts head, but the creature moved its head out of the way, causing the blow to lop of its ear. The creature howled in pain, and struggled against Krekons crushing wait. The cultist of Khorne smiled, and slammed his axe into the creatures head, killing it instantly. As orks fled, Krekon began laughing manically, and passed out.
When Krekon awoke, he was in a forest. It was rather dark, but other then that it seemed non-threatening.
Krekon began to wander, trying to figure out where he was. He had seen forests before, he had grown up on an Agri-World, but it had been destroyed, overrun by strange bug-like creatures he had never heard of before or since.
As he meandered through the forest, he came upon a hut. It appeared to be carved out of a living tree, and was decorated with coloured flasks. The hut emanated a sickly sweet smell, and Krekon detected something amiss. The last time he had smelt this smell, he had been burning a Slaaneshi brothel. He readied his weapons, and crept closer to the hut.
From inside the tree-building he began to hear chanting. It started was in some kind of strange language, and it sounded unlike any language he had heard before. Before he could investigate further, the door opened, and out stepped a monstrosity.
It had the general shape of a horse, but was only about human height, and had a neck that went vertical, a instead of the horizontal slope of a normal neck. It had a strange snout, and it's eyes took up most of its head. The creatures hide was covered in black and white stripes, and it's rear had some sort of spiral shape on it.
Krekon was surprised at this creature and both stood in shock for a second. They stared at each other, each trying to figure out what the other was. Krekon broke the silence: he roared, and slammed his axe into the creatures neck. Blood started squirting all over him, and the striped creature spasms in pain. A bit of the blood seeped into his mouth, and he thought of his home as a child; the blood tasted like the exotic spices that his mother brought home after a good harvest. Krekon smiled, and placed his mouth to the creatures neck, sucking up the luscious juices and descended into a state of true calm for the first time in 13 years.
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After draining the creature dry, Krekon decided to look for more of these creatures. If all of their blood was as beautifully delicious as this ones, he would need more. As he wandered, he eventually came upon a dirt path, with wheel ruts showing that it was well used. Krekon decided to start walking to his left, which he assumed from the sun was east.
After walking for an hour or so, he came upon a structure larger than the previous one, which had hearts engraved upon its design. As he approached the door, he noticed that the building was surrounded by small animals. Shrugging, he kicked open the door and charged in.
Inside was another one of those creatures, but this one had hair on its head, soft and sleek, the colour of Lily flowers. Its main body was yellow, and this one seemed to have feathery wings. It was turned away from him as he charged in, and he realised the creature had suspiciously human looking genitals, and appeared to be female.
He roared at the creature, and swung his axe at it. The creature cried out in fear, and tried to cover its face with its wings. The axe slammed into the wing at the base, making a beautifully loud crunching noise, and caused blood to fly in the air. Krenon expertly caught the blood in his mouth. He was satisfied to feel the taste of warm milk flood his mouth.
He noticed the beautiful blood dripping out of the creature, which was writhing on the floor in pain. The motion was beautiful and alluring, and he felt his member grow hard. He saw the creatures genitals, but had a better plan. He took the axe, and hit it into the creatures stomach, creating a gash that started to leak blood. The creature was sobbing on the floor now, and tried to get up. Krekon answered by kicking it back to the floor, and stomping on one of its hind legs, causing it to make a sharp cry of pain. He picked up the creature, and noticing the gash on its stomach was bleeding profusely, he took out his penis and put it in the gash. The creature was in too much pain to move, as he pounded it repeatedly in the stomach. After a few minutes, he came inside it, covering its innards with his semen. He threw it to the floor, and noticed it still was alive. He kicked it one last time that walked outside into the cold.
