Chaos...A never ending cycle of madness and anarchy that has four gods that rule over it.
Khorne the god of blood and skulls,
Nurgle the god of decay and plague,
Tzeentch the god of change and fate,
Slaanesh the god of pleasure and Excess,
The four gods lurk in hellish scape gone by many names over the centuries.
Hell,
Niflheim,
Hades,
Gehenna,
Second death,
Lake of fire,
Empyrean,
the Aether,
the Sea of Souls,
The warp,
But most known as the Immaterium.
A world of daemons, where wrong is right and right is wrong, and where madness is contain.
To lose yourself in the madness is common even for a space marine it is extremely confusing where a mere mortal is doom to be slaughtered or suffocate to death due to the lack of oxygen.
This is where Azazel finds himself,
A space marine Primaris one of the few marines that was made differently unlike the rest of his ever large family, born from a tank they are made to fight their heretical cousins of the legions of chaos marines.
With his fellow battle-brother of the Space wolves they were sent to Anatharx a deamon world in the eye of terror a world held on by the Nurgle and his rotting plague marines. Their mission was to recuse a grand inquisitor from the rotting gods claw's then exterminatus the decaying world in name of the emperor, but Nurgle had other plans. He lured them to a trap sending almost the whole attack force into the Immaterium where Azazel is now trying his best not to be consumed by Nurgles sickly plague. The deamons raging from all sizes tried to pull him in with their claws, hands, tentacle, and appendages as the clawed away at his armor chipping away at the dark green and black paint.
Every fiber in his body fought against the daemons not letting them win as their pleas for him to join their 'papa Nurgle' fell on deaf ears. He wasn't going to give in and let down his brothers for it was heresy for even such a thought to be in ones mind for his wolf pelt was a reminder to help him keep pushing forward.
The ugly mass of daemons did overwhelm him as they see his weakness for the all-father and began to tell lies about the emperor and his primarch russ to break the marine. But they were fools even now he prayed for the all father for strength to free himself from Nurgles hold on him and not to become a fallen that he sworn to hunt or true back to the light.
Never!
For he is a Adeptus Astartes of the space wolves one of the most ferocious legions of the space marines!
HE WOULD NEVER TURN HIS BACK TO THE LIGHT!
HE WOULD NEVER BETRAY THE ALL FATHER!
...but its too much...
The marine fell his knees as the daemons pulled the space marine to Nurgle for his sick twist "GIFT" that would be forced upon him.
"Take my hand,"
Opening his eyes he was a woman Eldar in appearance with white hair and xenophobia clothing but a golden aura surrounded her as she held out a pure skin white hand to him.
"Take my hand and be free Mon-keigh your destiny will not end here," She held out her hand to him.
Though he doesn't trust fully xeno races but her aura was welcoming and hopeful that had the marines hand reach out for her own. Grabbing her hand she pulled him out of the biomass of daemons as the plague god roared in anger trying to take the space marine but the eldar held the space marine close as she gave a angry look at the daemon god.
"You will not take this Mon-Keigh Nurgle!"
The dark god only laughed at the goddess eldar action.
"That a bold statement coming from you Isha, your alone while I have my army of followers to take back that 'Mon-Keigh' for papa Nurgle isn't that right kids?" This caused the daemons to roar as the ran at the two.
"ENOUGH!"
The daemons where thrown back as a bright light filled the room causing Isha to smile as nurgle snarled at the light.
"You will not touch my grandson hell spawn like you've done to my blood before,"
Nurgle smirked at the light.
"HAHAHA! that a good one coming from you skeleton tom! When your grandsons came to me for immortally I happily gave it to them and in turn you marked them as 'traitors' so what is different with this one?" Nurgle asked.
The golden light grew brighter.
"HE DIDN'T WANT YOU GIFT! AS YOUR ROTTING CHILDREN DRAGGED HIM FROM THE LIVING TO HERE TO BE FORCE FEED YOU 'GIFT'!"
The light began to wrap around Azazel sleeping form as the light turned into a being of holy light as the being reviled himself. Pure gold armor covered the form of the being similar to Azazel but more Angelic, Large white golden wings covered his back with a halo over his head that had long brown hair as a kings robe rested on his shoulders.
"My grandson's fate will not fall up to you beast but my grandson's path will bring great things to come for a world that need it,"
Nurgle only looked at the emperor of mankind for a second before giving a unholy roar of laughter as he held his face.
"You honestly think that one of your grandsons will do anything to save that world? Its doomed not even I could save it from itself," The plague god laughed.
"I do,"
"Your more than of a fool than I thought you would be,"
The emperor of mankind turned his back on the plague god as he lowered down to Isha with the marine unconscious in his arms.
"I thank you Isha for saving my blood your freedom is to come soon,"
She only smiled as the emperor flowed into the bright light that he came from as he took the marine with him into a new world that would need the emperor's holy light and it would be up to this one marine to bring it.
Author's Note
This was something I thought of hope you guys like it PEACE!
"Azazel~"
The space marine's eyes shot open as he got on his feet in the blink of a eye with his hand over his chest mostly from his human nature. Panting, the marine looked around...no daemons that's good he was safe here for now...but what was here?
'By the all father...'
The Primaris was at a lost for words, the field he was in had a ocean of green grass with trees coming out to touch the sky as blood red roses shot up from under the trees and a pound of flowing clear water. Confused he walked over to the creek of water as he look at the flowing water to see the clear reflection of himself in the river. Still donned in the Mark X (mark ten) Tacticis Gravis power armor with his chapters colors of a frosty blue, red, and black.
His chest had a gold winged skull with a wolf head shaped gem on the head, his right shoulder pad had arrow to show his duty to the battleline with the High Gothic II in the middle of the arrow, On his left was his chapters symbol with three red marks behind the wolf symbol, his helmet remained lieutenant markings of the skull on the top of the helmet, along with a wolf paw on his right knee, and purity seals was on his right shoulder with the symbol of the blood ravens.
Another that was on his belt that had the iron hand purity seal and one that rested on his weapon that was apart of the salamanders of Vulkan, and the last one was on his left knee that belonged to the imperial fist. Lastly was his wolf pelt that he earned in his quest to become a space wolf that covered his back that had been torn at and ripped from countless battle and combat.
Though he seemed young he had seen enough battles to become a veteran in only a short time of his tour as a space marine. This is way he held so many symbols of different chapters that he fought along side with his brother on mission against the scum of xenos and heretics. His weapon's own machine spirits can tell you if they could with the deep blood of xeno and daemon that stains his power sword, or the many bolts that Mark II Cawl Pattern Bolter has fired.
Nothing had changed...
No corruption...
Just nothing...
Hell even his pain wasn't chipped.
Where in the All-fathers name was he though?
This wasn't the corrupt world of Nurgle, was this Valhalla? No it wasn't what the books foretold what the great afterlife of the warriors of space wolves had said it would be. This place was different it was so...pure blue sky, green grass, heathly trees, and clean water. Seeing this the space marine removed his helmet letting his fluffy long dirty blonde hair come out as his face meet the cool air with his frost blue eyes and fanged teeth pale face meet the outside.
Using his hand to scope up the water before him to cup the water in his hands he brought up the water to his lips and took a drink.
It was so clean!
The water didn't have a awful dirty taste or anything this was what high lords would have of pure water like this, even back home where the water was melted from the ice didn't taste as clean as this water.
Water aside though he got back up after filling a canteen of water with his helmet back on and looked around at the planets star.
'A yellow star is always good alright so it looks like is rising in east and seems to set in the west so that means north is that way,'
The spacemarine pointed north as head that way and unknown to him a emperor smiled in the heavens.
(3 hours later)
After 3 hours of hike the vegetation began to grow more and more thicker down the path he took his armor as he climbed a hill to get a over view around him. Easily getting up the hill in no time to the top he rested a hand on a planted tree as he looked around at the view which was breath taking.
'This world its so...pure...all father did you bring me here,'
His gene seed, the Occulobe helped him have a clear view of the land before him. He watched from affair as he saw the wild life which surprised him slightly they were small creatures deer, rabbits, and...chickens? Animals thought to be extinct after the sands of time and Horus heresy that he learned from Bjorn the Fell-Handed when he seeked the old dreadnought for advice, his chapters history, or the stories that he loved.
Though his memories of his past before he became a angel made into flesh were fated due to his transformation he still remember loving stories that his elders told him and seeked old retired (Who are unfit for duty) guardsmen for their war tales. Holding his neck less of thunder wolf teeth at the memory as he gave a slight smile behind his helmet but something felt off about this world.
But before could put his finger on it he saw something in the sky...on fire.
The object crash about a mile away from his potion as he gave a quiet sigh.
'This day is one to remember,'
Azazel jumped off the hill and landed on his feet, not even a sparing a second to move into running potion the marine ran forward at a blinding speed to the crash sight hoping it was some kind of transport that held survivors to tell where he was. Though the crash site was a mile away and would take a normal human on foot about 20 minutes to arrive, the marines improved muscles and speed had him arrive in almost five minutes.
Upon arriving he saw a large burning chariot confused the marine walked over the door as he ripped the door off the burning mess as he went wide eyed at what he saw.
A strange looking being...
Dark blue fur,
Horn,
wings,
black dress,
light blue hair,
and...blood.
Though Azaral was confused at what he saw, he didn't stop to save the being slowly pulling what a strange female from ruble and into his arms. Her forehead was bleeding, nothing extreme but shouldn't be ignored it need to be treat ASP. The wolf was no Apothecary but he need to find a medic or a doctor but where he was that would be extremely hard to do since this being and himself were the only ones around...so he thought.
*Growl*
Turning his head to the growl his head snapped to the forest to see glowing green eyes staring at him as azaral cursed the chaos gods for his misfortune.
'Damn not now!'
The marine held the being closer to him as the eyes came into the light causing his eyes to go wide eyed at what he saw...
Wolves made of wood!
This...This...This...Shouldn't even be real!
Unless it was chaos at work.
'HOW DARE THE CHAOS GODS MOCK A SON OF RUSS! THIS IS HERESY!'
With a loud growl he held the being in one arm as he pulled out his bolter pistol as the bayonet shinned in the light as the wolves growled back.
"COME AT ME YOU ABOMINATIONS I WILL NOT BACK DOWN FROM A FIGHT!" With that he fired a bolt at one of the wood wolves.
This startled the wolves causing to jump slightly from fear of the weapon as the gold bolt shell dropped to the ground burning the green grass at the touch.
"WELL? WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR COME AT ME! TEAR ME TO PIECES!" The marine shouted in anger as he bared his fangs from behind his helmet.
A good chuck of the wolves backed away with their ears back head lowered in fear, the rest still bared teeth as one jumpped at the marine who dodged as he turned his body having the wolf miss and bring his weapon down cutting the wolf in half as it gave off a dying whimper. The rest (that didn't back away) roared and leaped at the marine who killed two of them with bolter round in the chest and stab on in the chest as three of them clanged to him as they tired to bit him. Throwing the dead wolf off his bolter while trying to shield the being in his arm he stabbed the wolf with his weapon before firing the weapon which went though the wolf and into another the last wolf was on his back as he dropped his weapon with body still on it and grabbed the wolf on his back and ripping it off and slamming it into the ground before stomping on its head crushing its skull inwards.
Still angered he turned to the remaining wolfs in a threatening stance as they back away into the darkness and ran away in fear as Azazel gave a huff in victory.
"W-w-what happened?"
Looking at the being in his arms he saw the being was awake with teal eyes tried and in pain as she looked at Azazel.
'Good it speaks High Gothic,'
Lightly letting the being to her feet as she held her head in confusion.
"Are you all right madam?" Azazel asked.
"Y-yes I think so," The being said in confusion as she held her head.
The being turned to Azazel and went wide eyed at the primaris marine at his towering size to her, She was a good seven feet and a half but this being was almost nine to eight feet easily towering over her in a slightly intimation way.
"Who are you?" She asked.
Kneeling down he picked up his bolter and placed it to his side before looking back to her.
"I'm Primaris Marine Azazel of the Space Wolf legion second company," He said proudly.
"Quite the title you have," she said with a smile crossing her arm.
"Of course many of my brothers do for we are sons of russ," He said with a arm across his chest looking at the sky.
The two didn't say a word before the being cleared her throat.
"Well than Azazel I'm princess luna co-ruler of equestria and princess of the night and moon," she told the space marine.
The primaris marine went wide eyed and knelt down in respect he didn't want to cause any harmful relationship with this world's leader and mankind.
"Forgive me I didn't know you were a princess milady luna," Azazel stated caused luna to blush slightly.
"Nononono! its fine you don't need to-"
"LUNA!"
The two turned to the voice that was held in the sky as Luna sighed at the being but the space wolf went wide eyed. A being of golden armor and velvet robes red as blood, white wings of purest color, and the heavenly glow this caused Azazel to lower his head and put his heads together.
For he thought this being was a living saint...
but it was luna's worried sister.
Author's Note
longer than expected but hey its here!
