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!