Coppa Compliance & General Content Warning

The fictional, creative world of Warhammer 40,000 and My Little Pony Craters to a wide range of subjects that may be considered sensitive or inappropriate to younger audiences. This content is not aimed at younger audiences. With that in mind, all audiences reading this are now prewarned for the last time that THIS STORY has the potential to include:

Violence be it physical, mental or emtional. This can be to adults, animals and young ones.
Human, Pony and animal experimentations and force incarceration.
Torture/intentional injury.
swearing.
Emotional topics being death or sacrifice.
Self-destruction such minor self-harm or suicide and or attempts.
Death/murder to one person/pony, groups, or an entire species. (This includes major, minor and background characters of the series.)

This will be the last of all warnings for the next few last chapters. I wish to give my apologizes, but yet as author, I expected you to know this from the start of the first chapter; any offense will be ignored, along with any hate and criticism. As now for the last time it will be said:

Reader/Listener Discretion is Advised. This will be the first time where I might end up sounding like an edgelords wet dream, so expect some shit to the imagination.- Dr K-MoonShard

It is here. Chaos has found its way and now comes to the opening through the warp onto Equestria's skies by Discord; it grew to cover the mountain of Canterlot Castle and city, The entirety of Ponyville, and half the remnants of Cloudsdale skies. Celestia ordered an evacuation and rescue of any ponies under the storm's fury, as many believed it to be something of Discord's plan to bring his kingdom of Chaos to Equestria. Soon, the army of Celestia, Cantorlot, and Equestria, was sent against Discord and the storm but would ultimately experience a new threat that rivals all the evils of Equestria and maybe beyond its own as a world.

The first site was the Castle being invaded and infested by plagues beyond comprehension, the smell of rot, excrement, and filth of corpses littered the streets and areas of the Castle and the city. This brought the soldiers the threat from those who'd fallen to madness from disease or would fall dead, but within moments they would rise once more and attack others or the soldiers. Some others would rambling mad pony screaming and spazzing out of insanity or speaking a foil and dark tongue, with only one word being sensible made out from their mouths; "Nurgle." They called out that word as if it meant something to the mad ones, the walking dead, or even those that suffered in pain by the plague; speak out that word before falling into the same, spreading the sickness tenfold from Stallion to Mare foal and filly.

Within three hours, the Castle and city fend off the dead and ill, with the support of Celestia and Luna channeling their magic to shield all of Cantorlot, but costing them their strength and magic to hold the warp storms wrap before it moved over. The storm darkened over Ponyville and spread towards Cloudsdale. But luckily, the elite Pegasi Thunderstikers and members of the weather team managed to fly out and push the storms with magic over the weather control over the back. Even using clouds to form controlled tornados and strike against the warp storm, slowing its spread and seeing those infected by the unimaginable amount of plagues infecting their bodies. Their wings and bodies cramped up, withered, rotted, or become frail and fall from the sky. Deemed unable to rescue or die by illness or fall, but the absolute horror was what happened over Ponyville. It was nothing but ruins with the smell of rot, fires, and the foal taint of chaos was what lingered within the remints of what was a village of ponies, now lurking with monsters beyond imagination and beings of immense power that go beyond the ponies' understanding, beings and beast that relished in the rot, disease and the corpses.

For a good understanding of sounds and detail for descriptions "Death Guard Ambience Warhammer 40000 by TheBitterestBlossom" is recommended for background ambience and sound effect from YouTube. Go give them thanks and a listen as all credit goes to them and their ambience video thought might want to loop it if I were you. - end of Blooper

Within Ponyville wandered beings of horrific amalgamation of rusted metal and hardened flesh ranging from the size of a filly to five times the size of a stallion or enormous monsters. Their flesh, infused with rusted grey metal that looked decades old but with various tubing and cable linings armed with powerful ranged weapons in their possession, they roared out a thunderous explosion. It fired out large lines of flame that hit the Earth-pony Knights; even with support by the Unicorn mages, the single hulking abominations weapon breached through one behind the other, going through practically three soldiers before the fourth exploded into a mess of gore of shrapnel bone fragments and pieces of bloody flesh and organs rained over the other soldiers. The mages combined their magic to form shields on the front to block the incoming fire; holding back and blocking the power shots worked. But soon, six more of the abominations, each different with limbs that were different counterparts other in various sizes and shapes, came lining up with it, followed by a thick green fog and dark mists clouds that flew over with the loud sound of buzzing, the beasts in unison laid down barrages of fire at the shields, cracking it slowly with a blazing shot that exploded on impact after the other.

The buzzing dark clouds drew over the mages, with the knights seeing them panic and break formation as the dark cloud was a mass swarm of flies that flew onto their fur, burrowing into their skin, eyes, muzzles, mouths, and ears. Soon the beasts stopped firing. One held a bell in a wrapped tentacle limb and ranged seven times, with one of the beasts speaking in a deep metallic voice that echoed around with a faint noise of gargles and coughs. Each one took a turn to speak, all in various tones and voices.

"Seven worshipers, seven rings... seven tolls, seven corpses... seven souls, seven marks... seven sacrifices. All offered for The Great Grandfather's glorious gifts."

With those words it spoke, the Earth-Pony knights screamed out in pain at the ringing of the bell; seven rings ranged, each one grew louder than the other with the vibration of it being felt inside their bodies; some felt their insides burst and rupture forcing one by one to fall coughing blood and crying out for their loved ones, some to Celestia to come and save them, or even calling out their own mothers. The few that were still standing, barely able to hold their own, felt fevers and heat within themselves that soon combusted into flames of green fires burning their bodies, muscles, veins, and organs; leaving only nothing but charred bones and burnt black metal armor as their charred bodies falling over to the ground. The very little that barely drew breath only lay on the ground feeling the bodies change to the diseases, rot, and whatever was growing in their bodies.

The giant metal and flesh monsters slowly walked over, grabbing the manes of the barely breathing and only dragged them on the infected ground that trailed behind them. The monsters walked, leaving trails of their body's sludges, mucus or puss that dripped and poured to the ground or pieces of their flesh that had rotted off their bodies, it grew to mushrooms, piles of rotted contaminated growth for the flies to burro in forming new hives to dwell in. The ponies were dragged to the town square plaza with little others infected and separated into groups of other captured soldiers and citizens of Ponyville, or those from Cloudsdale, split by sizes, gender and age packed tightly in rusted iron cages like the animals they were, what was seen counted by the plague tallymen small numbers of males and children crying with more of the monsters surrounded them overseeing each group but yet the females were separated from the groups under order by the plague champion for a gift for the soon coming cousins.

The only sounds were the roaring echoes of the monsters' weapons screaming through the sky, followed by screams and cries throughout the town with green fires growing and the loud echoing bells hanging or in their possessions. The skies held swarmed by buzzing thick clouds of flies and even large creatures with the beast that road them flying through the air, or more of the metallic flesh infused monsters swarming the entire town, the very air and once a blue sky clear, clean and beautiful now replaced by a green fog covering the whole town, making only the shapes of buildings and the cackling giggles and groans of beasts that lurked within the sickly mist. The sky above the town was only the dark purple swirling storm, with clouds of monstrous screams and shapes of horrific creatures formed only of cries and roars but disappeared within the violent winds into the storm. It was practically a hurricane of disease and horror. Only the warp could feed off the fear and terrors of the captured ponies minds within its violent winds of beasts of Nurgle's realm and garden.

Those who'd stepped into the fog would be faced with the beasts and demons of nurgle that ripped through ranks, armor, and even formations of mighty earth pony knights believing in playing with them only to tear their bodies and feast on their limbs; those luckily to break through the fog would feel nothing but dread into hearts with the warp feeding of their very being and minds. The warp brings forth the corrupted armies of nurgle to the town, from plague bearers, nurglings, demon beasts of nurgle, and finally the summoned corrupted space marine legion of the Death Guard, armed with weapons smeared with mucus of illness and rust and armor infused with their flesh that grew eyes, mouths, and new limbs that grew from their own plagues and mutations.

"Brother Champion Allomere... Warriors of Iron cousins, come... For coming assault, and of the culaba."

A Plague marine spoke in a sickly toneto the his battle brother champion of the favored sons war band as Allomere stood looking over the xeno creatures they captured they grouped up as their new experiments watching the cultists taking some of the random creatures butchering them cutting these creatures wings to start with enabling any to fly.

"Then we, welcome our cousins... Prepare his cultists, the summoning of the warp gate must be made... Ready our brothers, as the dawn of war will come." He finishes coughing out a light rough chuckle.

"By his will... We shall offer thirty-five aliens to his garden."

The plague marine replied, turning to three cultist slaves hunched back with spiked metal collars that dogged into their necks and extended down their backs, forcing them to be hunched over pose. With metal hooks that stretched the pale, scared skin of their bodies and face, revealing most of their bodies to be only bones in scraps of rags for clothing, with their eyes locked open by stitches and mouths forced into a gapping demented smile held metal clamps. The plague marine raised his hand at them as all three nodded franticly with twitching spasms as all three them crawling and limping off; other armed cultists grabbed thirty-five of the small captured xeno creatures, hearing them cry out for some princesses name, hoping to be rescued. Two try to escape but only to fall where they stand with two loud roaring sounds of a bolter firing only two bolts at the escapees, blowing one head into a red mist and the other blaster through its body, pricing through and hitting the ground in front of it. Two cultists, in cloaks and gasmask helmets with green glowing lenses, walked over to the two dead xenos bodies, only seeing one was still alive, trying to crawl over to the other body with its missing head.

"This one still lives my lord!"

"Shall we continue with it in the sacrifice?"

They looked back at Allomere for a response from him; he raised his demonic claw, gesturing for the cultists to bring the creature to him; seeing the cultists do so, grabbing the xenos tail and dragging it over to his Plague Champion master in front of all the other xenos that watch cowering as it cries and begs for help. The voice was deep-toned. It was a male that tried to dig his hooves into the dirt ground, trying to pull away from the tall dark cloaked being screaming for a mother that never came to his rescue, either a walking corpse of a new type of plague beast or very much dead; yet through his cries, he wailed and begged till the cultist brought it up a few steps to a large alter in front of Allomere. He looked down at the creature and took his time to examine it; its coat was black, almost a perfect black yet not dark enough, its mane tail color was a light blue silver and yellow eyes, on its back were two bleeding stubs with their bones sticking out, it had wings but no longer as they were cut off to prevent it from flying. Allomere only grabbed it to help it stand, even with its legs wobbly and blood-drenched from its wounds.

"Speak your name... xeno." He groaned out to the xeno looking down at it, despite seeing it cover the large whole in its chest to stop the bleeding and what little was going to fall off, he knew it was weak and soon will die, a pure soul that will embrace nurgle as a follower or as a corpse to hold the seed for his every growing garden.

"T-Thunderlane..." His voice grew faint, Allomere could see death was coiming to him, he will be the first to embrace the great grandfather in front of all that cowers in fear.

"Thunderlane... Do you fear death? do you fear the dark abyss that comes to all? All of life lays bare to you, your pain, sins and retreats comes for you?"

Allomere watches the trembling xeno slowly nod his head; the nurgling seated on his shoulder made a crackling giggle that can be heard.

"We can offer you freedom..." Allomere finished seeing Thunderlanes look up at him, with the glow of hope in his eyes.

"Don't listen to him Thunder!" A young voice was heard from the crowd forcing the cultists, other plague marines, and Allomere to look and see a smaller xeno standing up quickly, hiding with the little batch of similar sized xenos only to have itself snatched by the three cultists watching over them dragging away and brought before Allomere next to Thunderlane. Where a plague marine stands behind the two wielding a plague cleaver in his hands; looking down at the two, they watched Allomere slowly kneel down to them, though still being smaller as now they sat up to his flesh-infused metal chest plate.

"Do you not fear death, little one?" Allomere once asked again to the smaller xeno creature; it two had wings seeing the two same bleeding stubs on its back. Seeing it, it was male, perhaps a child with purple eyes, a grey coat, and a dark mane. His fear was easily seen even as he "attempt" to hide it, forcing a chuckling cough out of Allomere.

"Your a brave little one, yet you are foolish beyond all... Take this one."

He looked up to his plague marine brother, who grabbed the xenos head in a tight grasp and held him up; Allomere slowly stood back up and looked at the cultist slaves finishing the warp gate. With a swirling vortex forming in its ring, it opens to see other chaos space marines walk through with their armor painted in full iron grey and golden trim, with yellow and black striped decals painted on pieces of their armor. On their right shoulder plates bared a metal skull with eight arrows protruding away from it. The Iron Warriors have come, and he knew what for as a smile crept under his helmet.

"Have this be the first to our cousins... for their tests, as gifts with the females... they will be great offering for the grandfather's coming gardens soon."

The plague marine nodded in response. "By your will, brother champion." Before taking the small xeno away as it cried and pressed its hooves against the plague marine's hand, not even budging his grip. He was taken away as all watch before disappearing into the contaminated fog in the ruins of the town; Allomere looks back down at ThunderLane, looking up with pure terror but yet only to feel it lighten up with allomere kneels back down, resting his hand on the xenos shoulder being as gentle as he could ensuring to show his "mercy."

"I offer you a choice, freedom from the end and the eternal... Freedom from pain, from death. Do you desire such freedom?" He finishes looking into Thunderlanes yellow eyes; at that moment, he can see the conflict in his eyes and the little time Thunderlane had in each breath he took. He shook his head from side to side, making his smile disappear and forcing a sigh from him; his grip on his shoulder tightened, slowly rising to his feet, picking up Thunderlane with his hand before stabbing his demon claws into Thunrderlane's stomach and chest lifting him up for all the xenos to gaze seeing those that refuse Allomeres mercy.

"Then you will meet the Great Grandfather and embrace him alive... or as a corpse!"

He screams out, holding Thunderlanes body in the air, watching his body wither from disease rot with puss-filled warts growing on his skin under his coat, his stomach bloat forcing him to vomit onto Allomere's claw. And in a quick motion, he turns, flinging his claw, throwing the once Thunderlane into the blazing fires of a sacrificial alter, burning the xenos body that let out a screeching scream with a large cloud of smoke growing from the blazing flames, all the cultists armed laugh their horrific laughs and firing in weapons into the air and speaking the name of the Great unclean ones name around all.

"Well cousins of nurgle, this is quite the exciting site of event, xenos with armor weaker than the dogs of the corpse emperor, pity on these weak flesh creatures having little usefulness, yet, something is a mist cousins of the plague one"

A metallic voice spoke behind Allomere; he turned to see one of his cousins of chaos marines, golden armor trimmed and a grey iron color. His left shoulder plate held yellow and black stripes on them; on his right was the same metal skull over the eight arrows. His helmet had two curved horns of bone protruding from it, a long dirty brown tan cape with a strange variety of stitchings, and a peculiar patchwork of leather fabric attached to his back under his backpack power unit and his chest plate. The captured pony xenos looked at it, seeing the stitching and the leathery fabric, only to be horrified to see it wasn't leather when they saw the shape of a face as one of the stitched patches.

"If you believe this kind of dark crusade being unfit for our warband of his will, then you are correct... but an "Agreement" was made of a warp beasts.... One that is not of chaos, a rogue." Allomere looked behind him to see the Iron Warrior before him, he was a captain, one of many yet he knew who sent him here to add in the harvesting in the xenos to test a more efficient way for gaining corrupted Astartes.

"A "rouge beast?" Impossible, all beasts spawns of the warp are only loyal to the for of wild; a rouge would fall either by in a demon-engine creation, or to one of the powers."

"I understand your kin's hatred against the beast and powers, but this beasts is of difference... come, we shall meet with it come forth with the plan and agreement."

Allomere gestured his claw to a path of corpses rotting with plaguebearers and nurglings roaming around; seeing to the new sprouting of trees and planets that were only native to the realm of nurgle, they dragged the corpses stacking them with others in piles of rotting dead xenos. The Iron Warrior Captain followed with two Iron Warrior battle brother guard behind Allomere through the demons of nurgle piling the dead, stuffing their skeletal corpses with maggots or tearing their flesh and limbs off, feasting on the muscle and bones. The captain looked at the various demons and beasts of nurgle. They were disgusting; who would have thought that power so-called it would be of plagues and diseases, forcing those that fear death would join under its banner only to continuously rot away dying yet feel nothing. Worshiping every cut, shot, or stab wound as an opening for a new infestation for what, maggots to feast on the rot and be granted care and compassion. As if a parent to a child, such things disgusted the captain as he and his guard followed Allomere to a small opening area where some ruined buildings that floated upside down. His once-rotted dirt road now looked foamy with bubbles that formed at each step they took. Even the sky seemed off as though the storm that swirled the skies above were few clouds was bright pink rained a brown liquid pouring from them.

"My, my Allomere. I was expecting guests when you said some of your "cousins" where coming, but those of undivided? I was expecting the sons of Magnus the red to be coming."

Sitting on a Large floating wooden throne with antlers topping it was a beast of multiple animal limbs that opened the gateway to the warp to bring forth the unimaginable horrors to Equestria and let its seeds of chaos grow, the draconequus Discord. The Iron Warrior gazed at the beast not in awe but in bewailed and misunderstood at what it was, let alone why his cousins of the powers were letting it lead.

"Cousin champion, if you are attempting to jets at humor with me, than I don't understand nor see the humor in "this."

The Iron Warrior's Captain said, remarking at Allomere looking at this "rogue beast" of chaos undivided; this xeno thing that sits on a throne over cowering xenos under it, drinking the glass of the brown rain from the pink clouds. Its "sorcery," if it can even call it that, was practically more childish than intimidating; even the Iron Warrior Captain looked at it, almost baffled by the thought that this thing is what opened the warp to bring him and the followers of nurgle to this world. Only leaving a question in the Captain's head being why. Why would it get not only the Death Guard but also his legion here? It did not torture or flay those it captured and imprisoned in cages, nor feed on the xenos souls or bodies, let alone harm these pathetic creatures.

"Cousin captain, I introduce the beast know as Discord... The Draconequus, being of chaos."

"I do not care for what "IT" is, let alone its name! Why does it rule over you and your Death Guard kin?! Being the followers of your "beloved" god of death, I'd expect it to be in these same cages as these weak xenos let alone be tormented, stuffed with your god's disgusting diseases, or ripped apart limb from limb by its scales, hair or blasted feathers, it's very being looks cursed and it ruling over you is a mockery of legion you Bawd's son!"

Allomere only stood there waiting for the Iron Warrior's Captain to be silent, seeing his two battle brothers behind him aim their bolters at him and Discord before Allomere slowly rose his hand up to the Captain, forcing him to be silent as demons of nurgle within the rotting crumbling small buildings gather to watch the two.

"You Iron Warriors are just like your primarch, easily to anger... more perpetual than children to their parents."

Allomere responded, enraging the Captain before he came close to Allomere, standing right before him with his helmet inches away from his own. He could hear the growl from his helmet's vox-com as they both entered into a stare-down; both could see each other's eyes through the visors of their helmets. The battle brothers behind the Captain stood by his said and readying to fire on Allomere, aiming to his head, waiting for their Captain's word to fire upon the Death Guard's Champion and herald of Nurgle.

"No less than you to speak for, we still have a Primarch to serve, let alone follow, unlike your Warband desiring what; favoritism from a "god of maggots." You're nothing compared with any chaos Astarte's, let alone be disserving of such a title or blessing being bloated walking corpses only to feed the maggots meant for one purpose; to be crushed under all that stands boots and mixed with dirt."

The Iron Warrior responded with anger in his metallic tone to Allomere. He curled his fists and stretched out his Claw, readying to give the beasts of nurgle a new body to toy with after tearing his body out of the armor, of this tamper tantrum of an Astertes and rip both of his hearts out his body. Only for both to be distracted by the overly dramatic laughter of the Draconequus looking down at the two Chaos space marines facing, reading to have a bloody duel making the Captain growl a sigh backing down and away from Allomere as both looked at the Discord.

"Wow, such a marvelous scene; I knew you chaos space marines are easy to anger, but I never knew you'd go to the point of nearly killing each other, let alone for your Primarchs names; it's so funny like watching foals fight over whos father is better."

Discord remarked at the two traitor space marines that soon calmed from their anger, and the only sounds were his laughter before he slowly stopped and coughed, looking down at the chaotic space marines.

"Now than, to answer Perturabo's kin's questions. I'm not ruling over the Favored Sons of my good ole friend Nurgle, I asked for help and their doing that for me."

"You request aid from not only one of the powers but what else, you possess power of the warp, yet you request aid for what purpose?" The Iron Warriors captain demanded only to have Discord chuckle at his response.

"Well that's easy Captain... I want to turn these beautiful lands of Equestria, into my empire of chaos, where this little town will be the capital and center of it all."

"But why request aid of the legions? Seeing your power equals to the powers of the warp even rivaling other beasts of sorcery over the warp." The Captain was right; what did this chaos beast need the powers of the legion to conquer this land? He knew something this beast was hiding, something that was too obvious; He could only assume that Allomere could see it too; if not, then the Iron Warriors would have more than this beast of chaos to deal with as he looked at Allomere then back at the beast.

"Well in order to win I need others to do the hard work, so I offer you the prisoners and corpses that may come in exchange for your support against these ponies that try to stop me."

Allomere looked up at Discord, irritated at what the beast said, pointing at him with his claw. "So you use us for your "game," "protecting" you from these mockery of weak creatures."

Discord laughed at Allomere with the Iron Warrior's Captain shaking his head and growling. "Enough! My patience grows thin from this "thing" believing it can control us, leave it to take over this land alone; Champion of the Death Guard, I could only wonder what you follow, let alone think on this matter, but if it is for this creature you would follow, than you would be facing more than just this world alone."

Allomere only looked at the Iron Warriors Captain's turn and walked back to the town square through the mist, leaving him with Discord continuing to laugh at the rage of the leaving captain. All he looked to the iron cages seeing the female xenos cry huddling up like animals in the slaughterhouse; they looked at him, their large eye tinted red from crying or sickness; then he looked to the ground thinking over his actions so far. Coming to this clean world brought to him by this creature which was and wasn't of chaos, but obeying the will of nurgle; was the Iron Warriors Captain speaking the truth of being blind for favoritism to even obeying a beast not aligned by the powers. He quickly drew back to Discord, finally silencing his laugh, and looked down over Allomere.

"I think he likes me, wouldn't you say? Or do you believe that the World Eaters, or perhaps the Night Lords would've taken my offering and offer their service?"

"I believe you would've gotten their favor, by proposing a better offer... Beast."

Allomere responds and slowly walks back through the mist street, leaving Discord to watch, amused. He walks through the town's small streets, the sounds of more screams echo through the green mist with the buzzing sounds of Nurgle's flies through the air or in hives, with groans and chanting from cultists or the plaguebearers that wander through the streets and allies of the town. But soon, the sounds of metallic clicks of bolters he heard, and soon he found himself before four Iron Warriors with the Captain behind them; Allomere only need stretched out his claws and hovered his hand over the hilt of his plague sword, reading himself for what will come as he looked at each of the four battle brothers and then their Captain.

"Plague Champion, choose your next of words moves carefully, if you still sevre the powers than offer your numbers to slay these pathetic creatures and to skewer that beast to show what its proper place is... If not, than I will not utter a word or thought to what will happen if you continue this path of weakness." The Captain said with hatred as he pressed Allomere with his choice and death threat. Allomere only stands there thinking about the Iron Warriors captain's words; he has little time to think deeply, yet he knows why the Captain is doing this.

"Speak your name captain of the Iron Warriors." Allomere asked, staring down at the four Iron Warrior battle brothers and their captain.

"I share my name with those of my kin or equal ground, not those that stand with false idols or as slaves." He said to Allomere before holding his hand up with all four brothers aiming down the sights of their bolters at Allomere before he laughed and shook his head from side to side.

"I ask not in servitude to a false idol, but to a brother in aid of showing a beast its proper place... As I Allomere Champion of the Nurgle's Favored Sons Warband and herald, with two thousand and seven hundred brothers, want only this world for a garden of pure and ripe blossoming plagues... but we lack the numbers to do so."

The Iron Warriors halted himself from dropping his hand and looked at Allomere as he took a step standing in front of his battle brothers as they watched intently. He didn't know what was going on, believing that the Favored Sons were slaves to the beast, but soon it slowly came to him, and he stared at Allomeres visor.

"So it was you that called for us, for the daemonculaba? You called us through the warp for additional troops all for this world to become a garden and to have the beasts head?"

"The beast believes to have control over chaos, claiming to be a god of chaos, We offer you all that breath on this worlds... you will have the beasts head in exchange, you aid us with your Deamonculaba... gift us numbers and we will support your crusade to claim this world for our growing garden."

The Captain looked at Allomere, silent in thought; he would only give the additional numbers of chaos space marines to aid the Death Guard as they will have the world, leaving the creatures to be theirs, including the beast that he spoke to being a god of chaos. This wasn't a deal of the fate of the world anymore. It was a deal on the lives with it, a deal which would benefit both the Death Guard and Iron Warriors, for they will have new test subjects, experimenting with their daemonculaba and even a beast claiming to be a god of chaos. This deal could even give an attempt to betray the Death Guard and have the world for the Iron Warriors, a deal that only makes him smile under his helmet as he held out his hand, which Allomere embraces both gripped their forearm armor plate.

"Then Allomere, Champion of the Favored Sons and herald of the god of death, you have the support of I, Varth Brul, one of many captains of the Iron Warriors, as we stand by you not as equals but as brothers with Iron within, and Iron without... for now."

Both chuckled as they returned together to Ponyvilles town square to see the sight of the xeno creatures separating again, but in halves, the sight of an Iron Warrior brother gripping a brown coated and mane creature with an hourglass symbol on its flank up by its small body, lifting it holding it in the air; in his other hand was a chain-sword. Its engine roared a scream that only a human would make, holding it straight out and slowly beginning to lower the creature down over it. The xeno lashed and screamed, panicking as the teeth of the chain-sword spun at violent speed, seeing the creature thrash its legs around franticly before two cultists aided the Iron Warrior, gripping its rear legs to hold the xeno creature still and pull it down. The Iron Warrior let go of the xenos body and watched its body get pulled down to the spinning teeth of the chain-sword, cutting into the creature's flank between its legs and soon up its body; the cultists only laughed maniacally at the horrific scene of blood gushing out from the creature as it gets sliced in half from flank to head. It screamed out, not even attempting to beg for mercy or rescue; it knew it was dead as all it ever did was scream as all the other creatures watched one of their own, a once earth pony, get sliced in perfect half, with both halves taken and gutted by the cultists. They were ripping out the half intestines, lungs, stomachs, kidneys, heart, and both halves of the brain, then the bones.

"Separate the larger males in halves, and have them sent to the flesh harvesters or meals for the demons! Kill the other half, as for the smaller ones, known as foals, will be split, one with the females for the Culaba, the other half for cultists slaves, and rituals! Keep any corpses for our brothers of the Death Guard!"

Varth screamed out his order seeing both Iron warrior battle brothers and Death Guard separate the captured xenos apart, killing any that escaped with the cultists rounding up the foals and grabbing their halve to cut and rip apart. Some slowly flogged their coats of, gutted their organs out and hunged their hollowed out bleeding bodies on chaos star icons, others choose to eat them or use to slice apart and with their blood make the icons of the eight pointed star of chaos or the many symbol of Nurgle to gain his favor. The little few were sent to die by being devoured by the deamons as they watch them be teared apart limb from limb, sliced by plague swords, bitten and devoured, or withering away from the sheer amount of demonic plagues and illness that they breathed in or was spread on.

By the looks of things this was the beginning of a new threat on Equestria, one that no pony was prepare for and could even thought would it would exist, the battle only just began and both Tartarus and Hell followed with it. War was coming.

WITHIN THE EASTERN FRINGE BEYOND IMPEREAL TERRITORY

Within the unknown realm of the Immaterium warp space, far from imperial lines near the void of dead space, two imperial vessels of the Adeptus Astartes were different in size and specifications. One a Vanguard class light cruiser, a light and fast ship for planetary scouting regimes acting as the flagship of this holy Astartes chapter, escorting it was a refitted vessel variant in spaceflight on its starboard side deep within the Immaterium.

A Strike Cruiser capable of rapid planetary deployment holding a hundred and fifty space marines, a small number yet for this chapter, it was considered normal by all in the imperium, especially those that have a history dating back to the twenty-first cursed founding of the holy son of the Emperor of Mankind himself, the great angel, the tenth Primarch of the twenty... eighteen sons. Though this chapter of the emperor's angels and the brightest ones sons a successor chapter of the sons of the angel, Sanguinius of the ninth legion. The Blood Angels; however, this chapter is only a small number of cursed Astartes. With only the name of their chapters to bring only devastation to all, from the imperial guard to other cousins chapters of the Astartes, this chapter is known only as the Lamenters, bearing the colors of yellow, red, gold, and their black and white checkered patterns with their emblem of heart over a droplet of crimson red.

Aboard the Vanguard Vessel flagship held the captain of the chapter of the lamenters along with the few of his battle brothers aboard, with imperial soldiers of the navy and guard and tech-priests of the Adeptus mechanicus monitoring the ship's Gellar field, performing maintenance and prayers to the vessels machine spirit followed by the little guard of over two thousand men and woman aboard. The ship given the name the "Majesty of Dawn," with the captain of the Lamenters standing in front of a holographic map of the universes eastern fringes.

"How much more must we wait within the warp, I could practically here the demons outside scratching at the hull of our shields."

A Sergeant Battle brother spoke out to a tech-priest Magos Dominus standing over a large terminal typing away calculations, estimated trajectories, with calculations of energy management spent on from the reactor, Gellar Fields, thrusters with the vessels speed calculations with bionic metal tentacles, claws and arms pressing on the terminals keyboard and plugging into ports within the terminal. It spoke in a feminine mechanized voice as her eyes replaced by blue glowing colored lenses that adjusted in periods of times and her mouth only being covered over by a large vox-come speaker attached to her metallic jaw.

"Calculating Arrival time, unknown calculations for estimated time my lord. Calculating arrive percentage to real space destination, fourteen percent."

The Sergeant only sighed in irritation as he looked back up to the holographic display before he felt the hand of his battle brother lieutenant calming him as the both looked at the holographic map.

"Ease yourself brother Drecarous, though many of our companies were lost to the warp, it was only due to the insufficient faults of our vessels. The machine god was not merciful to us yet as long as we and the few brothers still draw breath we stand ready." The lieutenant said in a calm voice roughed by years worth of screaming out orders on battles and roaring out battle cries through time.

"Our machines weren't to blame Masaccio, but those who refused to aid us, believing in the false times since the twenty-first founding. Now we stand within this penance crusade and lost within the depths warp for who knows how long. I do not grow tired of the length, but the false statements branded on us all from our founding history."

Drecarous said, only making the captain sigh before returning to his thoughts in his mind; so little of their chapter stands only supported by guardsmen that volunteered themselves to their cause, yet in all sight, their chapter was dying; for only the acts of protecting those that are desperate in the face of war—holding out their palms to restore peace into the worlds that face the horrors of xenos and chaos. Yet those who see their actions view them as near traitors only waiting to break out like a plague, only needing to be killed off and be done with them, with the history of their successor chapter and their Primarch. They still aided and defended those in fear or weak from the hordes, with only vengeance in every strike they blow on the masses that wished to tarnish all in gore. The only thing they deem themselves worthy of thanks for is the roars of their brother's call, like voices of a singing angelic choir that drown out the sounds of monsters to be heard by the ones they cherish.

"For those we cherish, we die in glory... Do you know what that means brothers?"

The Captain said blankly, getting the attention of both Drecarous and Masaccio as they looked at their Captain, seeing his eyes study the holographic map seeing the dashed line of their travel from the Macragge system. His armor was of the old heresy relic mark three "Iron" variant colored in full yellow with the golden Aquila over his chest plate, on his left shoulder plate was the rank of Captain being a golden skull with settled wings over the checkered pattern. On his right shoulder plate was the chapters emblem, and behind it in design were the colors of the fourth company patterns, yet through time, his armor colors withered to patches of grey in its paint in many areas, and chips and cracks formed in the majority that seen, proof of not of a lack of care for his armor. But, his hold on his rank as an Astartes, yet the real eye-catchers was his weapon, a power sword; it shined its single-edge blade like a star. The blade was clean, reflecting all kinds of light glowed on it, with no chip, scratch, or scrape on its edge and hilt. He took care of that weapon as he was its rightful master.

"It is our cry we roar out in battle... for protecting those that fall or can't protect themselves, the ones we care for in aid and die for in glory for the emperor and of Sanguinius." Masaccio replied with the captain slowly looking down at both his brother sergeant and brother lieutenant, lightly shaking his head, getting them curious by his meaning.

"It is not just a cry we say for protecting those that are desperate from war, or those that can not fight... it is who we are, and how we stand together as one in the face of death, what or Primarch and of what the emperor wanted us to be." He said as he looked over to see the navel operators, soldiers, officers, and commanders walking around the vessel's bridge, slowly gaining their attention as they looked up to him.

"To cherish those that are in their love, those that are in their care and serve them, even if they resent us, or the little few that offer to stand beside us. we alongside our brothers and them together die in glory not just in the name of the emperor and of our Primarch... but as a symbol of mankind and the imperium as a whole." He says, looking back at his brothers and then at the holo map.

"All we can do now is keep our faith in the emperor, and of our Primarch, we will pull through this pence crusade." Drecarous adds that before a beeping noise is heard, all three look to the magos for a response.

"My lord, we have arrived at our destination of the next crusade, preparing to jump to real space in three... two... one."

Soon, both vessels of the Lamenters opened a warp gate that opened the void darkness of space to a solar system. Both vessels crossed through it, and the gate closed behind them; the captain later ordered out to lower the Gellar Fields and to raise the hull shields in which the blue energy field that covered both vessels faded away, and the metal plating that covered the windows of the ships slowly retracted within the vessel, the light slowly pour through the ships lighting more of the ships and revealing to the bridge a solar system. But something of it wasn't like other systems they had seen or known on records of the imperial universe. The solar system was, well, not even a solar system at all. It was but only a single planet as small as a minor planet or more prominent, with a yellow dwarf star on one side and a small moon on the other; all three were tidally locked; the planet nor both sun and moon looked to be moving at all. It was a sight to be hold of, but soon the awe ceased at the presence of a large formation of clouds that loomed over the planet. The colors looked to be from the natural dark grey to a deep purple shade, with red in the center of it; they knew what a warp storm would look like, and now comes for the Lamenters little few numbers under a pence crusade to perform their holy work as the angels of the emperor.

"Even in planets without gravity, chaos still tends to find a way to evade and spread like a cancer; what are your orders my lord?" A naval officer spoke out, seated on a terminal, looking back to the Captain, followed by other navel soldiers as he took a step forward, seeing the whole planet and the storm.

"Open the vox-com; I wish to send a message through the vessel and of our brothers upon the "Aether," ready all soldiers that can fight."

"By your will, my lord." The officer turned back to the terminal, typing away and opening the vox-com link, followed by other officers and soldiers moving double-timing their paces preparing the "Majesty of Dawn" for battle.

"Scanning for planetary information. None found, scanning planetary lifeforms. one hundred sixty-four million seven hundred fifty thousand nine hundred thirty-nine, no dictation of human detected." The Magos shouted out with assistance from other tech-priests that stand along the many terminals performing planet scannings and scanning studies of the warp storm.

" scanning presence of the warp storm, seventy-nine percent detected. Scanning traitor presence, calculating. Estimated calculations depict over five thousand seven hundred and forty-three traitors present among the planet."

"By the Emperor, that's more than what we can deploy, let alone fight off on ground battles. My lord, even with only eight hundred soldiers fit for battle added with your angels numbers it wouldn't even be enough to push back the chaos traitors." A naval strategist speaking out, looking at the holograph which displayed the warp storm and the area it hinged over, looking up at the Lamenter Captain only to see him still gazing through the window staring at the swirling vortex of the storm.

"Send out a call to other near chapters and guard through both astronomican relay and vox-com; if none comes to aid us, then we will only have to thin out our numbers and pray we can manage to pull out as much as we can from the warp storm. In the name of Sanguinius, we will not fall till we have all those that aren't tainted out from that accursed abomination."

Masaccio said as the strategist nodded, looking over to the communicators on the communication terminal ordering the message of reinforcements along with the message to the vessels astronomican, and the Lamenters Captain walked back to the holographic display pressed down on a key that beeped lightly, opening a vox-com to the ship's speakers and soon spoke that echoed through the halls and deck of the vessel.

"Soldiers of the guard, brothers, once again we are called to the crusade, Chaos has finally shown itself to us in its pure form. Prepare for planetary deployment and ready yourselves for battle today, for today we are his finest, let hatred be your fuel, let vengeance be your guide. We are the sons of Sanguinius, angels of the Emperor, let our call be heard to holy Terra, for those we cherish, we die in glory!"

Author's Note

Table of context:
Final Notes
News
Artworks
Shoutouts
Facts/Info
Author Notes/BS

WILL EQUESTRIA SURVIVE WHAT IS TO COME... WILL ALLOMERE AND VARTH KILL DISCORD IN A BRUTAL BETRAYAL... WILL GREY WAKE THE FUCK UP AND KILL SOMETHING... AND WILL THE AUTHOR STOP BEING A FUCKING IDIOT IN HIS STORY PLANNING?!

FIND OUT NEXT TIME ONLY ON ADULT SWIM DOT COM... I fucking wish

News:

1. Table of context for you lazy fat dudes out their.

2. I decided to open a Patron page if you really like these story so far then you can go and give a tip or support me if ya want, more explained in Shoutouts

3. If you have been aware of a certain chapter only called [X.X] Shackles of The Unchained One that chapter was taken down due to on reason, felt it was "too" early to be released since its specified to one character of this story, so in other words: if you know that chapter forget about it and go back to guessing that characters background, if your new and haven't seen it, than just go about your day : D

Artwork:

Behold, The Equestiran forces... name need a better update but wanted to show that equestria ain't weak as shit it was in the show but weak enough to where they weren't prepared to look at warhammer 40k in the eyes.

not a lot sadly due to the facts of worrying I might get striked on this site for some "graphic details" along with using this for the next chapter, YES is going to get messier so all I can say is prepare your shittie imaginations cause next one is "birthing" war ; )

Shoutouts:

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Facts & Infor:

The Iron Warriors were the ones that developed the Deamonculaba in an testing "attempt" to birth new corrupted chaos space marines.

In laymen's terms, take one or a bunch of females, stitched up together by belly, have them under go a reverse C section and shove either full naked a teen or a full 8ft space marine in their wombs, wait a long time and cut them open to get a chaos space marine and then repeat the process till the "birther" dies and go back to square one.

(would go into detail but it might get me banned or strike on this site so just google it and find some fan art and detailed lore about it ya nosy cat)

Author BS:

Now before you type: "DoC, wHaT tHe HeCk ToOkEn YoU sO lOnG tO pOsT, dId YoU fOrGeT aBoUt ThIs StOrY aLrEaDy DiD YoU!!!I!!L" here's my answer

lets just saw I had some "technical difficulties"... Lots of "technical difficulties" yeah that will work.

Managed to get a new line of work so it wasn't nice along with researching Lamenters, Salamanders, Iron Warriros, Death Guard, imperial guard which I already got some pick out of the trash can so expect something weird... Discord level weird

and being distracted by foxhole with the new coming update of the inferno update, if ya want to join in your welcome, made a clanless squad, (for now) called... well Giggle Dogs.

Good game would recommend 30 bucks on steam and I'd say is worth it cause I get to be in a trenches with bullet and explosives hell flying over while screaming at the dirty wardens or at my alleys for hiding and not firing back at the smurfs... No I don't care if your lungs are melting from the mustard gas, grab the LMG and keep firing.

Also if you're British, your queen is dead LOL, LMAO + L + stay mad + cry about it + that's why yo queen dead

America forever, lizzie in da box

Too any Iron Warriors and Death Guard in the comments or is reading/ listening your welcome for sucking both of you off in this chapter, but yet I have to say as myself being the tungsten balled Guards player...

Iron Warriors you guys suck as much as you all smell so bad that you even make the Death Guard smell nice.

Death guard go back to playing in Nurgles shit ya dirty fucks.

(To anyone unaware of what is Warhammer 40k, if you play it everyone can shit on everyone else because they are just as bad as you are, and its like reddit and DnD had a baby and it was British, so I'm not mean... actually I am, I just like to shit on everyone cause I can XD and its funny.)