Tyranus and his daemon Pinkie Pie cleared through the ship destroying everything in their path. Pinkie tore the marines apart with her teeth and Tyranus with his axe. They left behind them a trail of blood and armor that was impressive to behold.

Tyranus was heaving as his axe ground down to a halt. Pinkie pranced about around his feet dripping blood as she danced and sang happily. The song she was singing was some odd little ditty about a blood covered cupcake. Tyranus had no idea what a cupcake was but the song was rather entertaining especially the chorus which described ripping a man’s entrails out and twirling them about like two gore-streaked ribbons.

Tyranus stepped into a corridor that had lost power to the lights. It was no problem for him to see but Pinkie stopped moving and spoke.

“Where’d the light go?” she asked Tyranus climbing up to his knee and gripping his armor plate. Tyranus ignored her and moved into the corridor. He had left behind his Terminator retinue to protect the bridge in case one of the blue armored marines from a chapter the Tyranus did not know. He moved slowly through the corridor he could see an intersection coming up. He gunned his axe listening to the motor grind as meat was pushed through the belt and ground up the human remains gumming the engine and slowing the teeth.

Tyranus came up to the intersection and slowed his pace. There was no sound except for Tyranus’s heavy breathing and the sound of his boot steps off of the deck. The champion turned his head first left then right and didn’t spot any danger. The world eater relaxed for a breath and picked his pace back up and continued on his way.

Tyranus whirled about as he heard Pinkie’s high pitched roar and a scream that was gargled by a vox grille. Tyranus couldn’t make out anything but he sprinted his way back to the intersection and turned his head towards the sound of combat.

He witnessed a loyalist marine lying face down in a growing pool of blood as the backpack on his armor began sliding off and fiber-bundle muscles growled and screeched as sparks flew out of joints. The man continued to scream as a hole was drilled into the bottom of his back plate and a tiny horse popped her head out with a sadistic smile. The marine continued to struggle. The imperial’s bolter lay not a foot in front of him. He reached a hand out to grab it but was stopped as Pinkie crawled out and sat down on his hand. She began to lick the blood from her fur as she looked at the marine.

“Do you know what skulls are for?” she asked innocently as she pulled part of her mane down and began to suck on it to get at the blood.

“D-d-daem-daemon.” The blue marine gurgled staring at the small gift from the blood god that sat on his gauntlet.

“Skulls are for Khorne you silly.” Pinkie giggled. She flattened her body and rolled off of the left. She landed on the deck and launched herself at the loyalist’s faceplate. The incapacitated marine was helpless and Pinkie Pie burrowed her way through his eye lens causing the marine to begin screaming again. Tyranus laughed, it was a hoarse dry sound that sounded wrong coming from the throat of the blood-soaked berserker.

Tyranus could make out muffled giggling coming from somewhere inside of the dead marine. Armor plates shifted and moved as Pinkie burrowed her way through the dead flesh consuming the dead marine’s body as she went. Tyranus could hear bones crunch and tendons snap and a quite repetition of ‘omnomnomnom’.

Tyranus pulled his gaze from Pinkie’s feasting and checked his surroundings again.

“Pinkie.” Tyranus said. The pink little daemon jumped out of an armor plate with a ‘pop’ bouncing into the air.

“Yes master?” she asked happily. She was once again covered from head to hoof in dripping blood and larraman cells and her robes were utterly ruined from a dozen different snags on broken bones and armor fragments.

“Come, you can finish eating later.” Tyranus said. Pinkie jumped up and dashed over to her master’s boot and leapt onto one of the bronze chains that held a skull. She giggled and snorted as the skull swung back and forth as Tyranus strode through the darkened corridor.

The World Eater encountered no more resistance as he walked about his ship looking for intruders behind every bulkhead. If he did meet resistance he was unconcerned as his new little companion could apparently take care of anything in his way without him having to lift a finger.

Tyranus eventually made his way back to the bridge.

“Damage report.” The massive champion commanded. The bridge was a flurry of activity as his words rang out. The unnamed and unchained bridge officer moved towards a terminal and looked over the shoulder of a servitor that was hardwired into its system.

“Hull breaches on decks five, eleven, and two in the engineering decks 2B and 4C lord.” Tyranus walked to his command throne and sat down heavily his blood finally beginning to calm. He dropped his axe against the side of the seat. The metal clanged onto the deck. Blood spilled out of the weapon as well as chunks of flesh and bone.

Pinkie leapt from Tyranus’s shoulder and began to lap up the blood with a happy expression. She picked up a chunk of meat the size of her head. She unhinged her jaw like a serpent showing her steel teeth and swallowed the human remains in one bite.

“Come Pinkie.” Tyranus commanded. Pinkie left her meal on the floor and bounded her way up the throne and onto Tyranus’s shoulder.

“Yes master?” she asked eager to please. Tyranus was still somewhat confused by the small daemon. She was incredibly bright and happy to the point of what appeared to be insanity. It was common amongst the number of Khorne’s chosen warriors but this was something unique and Tyranus had never heard of a daemon or entity of the warp like this before.

“Be still daemon.” Tyranus commanded once again. Pinkie nodded and settled herself down. She curled up into a little pink ball and began to snore quietly. Tyranus ignored the little daemon as he smelled the excess blood on the floor and his hearts began to race again.

“Slave.” Tyranus growled. A blinded and robed slave broke away from the wall of the bridge and fell to its knees in deference. It crawled its way to its master’s feet. Tyranus looked down and sneered at the slave. The slave’s skin was scabbed and scarred from the multiple beatings and fights that the slaves often participated in as an act of some hierarchy. The slave didn’t speak but waited for his commands.

“My new companion has had her robe ruined in the slaughter. Bring her a new one.” The slave nodded its head showing that the slave understood and crawled backwards away from its lord and master until it had reentered the shadows of its domain where it stood and scurried off to find new garments for Pinkie Pie. Tyranus tensed up again. Where there were boarding torpedoes there was a ship to fire them.

“Where is the enemy ship?” Tyranus asked without shifting his eyes from his boots that sat in the pool of drying blood that had left his axe.

Stations and servitors began to click and buzz as sensors on the ship began searching for the enemy ship.

“All scanners show no contacts lord.” Came the reply.

“Impossible!” Tyranus roared. “Find me a ship now or your head will find its place on my belt!” Pinkie shifted on his shoulder her nap disturbed by Tyranus’s outburst. The tiny horse shifted a bit and went back to snoring quietly. The presence of the daemon had a calming influence on the World Eater.

From behind the throne Tyranus could hear scraping and shuffling. He did not deign to turn his head as the slave crawled its way back to his boot. The slave kissed its master’s boot and held up a new miniature robe for Pinkie Pie. It was an exact duplicate of the shredded one she wore now. Tyranus looked to the sleeping Pinkie.

“Awaken, you’ve new garments to adorn yourself with.” The champion said. Pinkie pushed herself up and yawned. She opened her eyes excitedly.

“I do?” she asked filled with bubbly delight. Tyranus nodded and indicated the slave. Pinkie squealed with delight and ripped the blood-soaked cloth from her body and leapt from Tyranus’s shoulder and landed on the top of the slave’s head. She swiped the robe from the slave’s grip and slipped it over her head. She smiled widely showing her teeth.

The little daemon opened her tiny maw and bit down into the slave’s neck. The slave let out a wail of pain as Pinkie dug into its flesh. Tyranus kicked out with his massive boot smashing into the slave’s skull with a crack sending the slave sprawling away from the champion’s throne. No matter how entertaining it would be to watch Pinkie clean the flesh from the slave Tyranus needed to focus on the impending battle of the void.

He had the one unchained officer to deal with most things to include battles that dealt with the slow and graceful dance of void warfare. He used to have a whole staff of officers, Astartes officers. Tyranus watched as the bridge officers worked. The links of their chains clanked as fingers moved up and down rune keys trying to find the enemy ship that was supposedly not there. Tyranus seethed internally.

There was obviously an Adeptus Astartes ship out their somewhere no ship would leave its troops to die on an enemy ship.

“Signature found Lord!” The unchained officer announced looking over the shoulder of yet another servitor. “They released their payload and then headed for the nearest planet to hide on the dark side.” The office stood and came to attention as he gave his report. Tyranus grumbled.

“Kill it.” He stated.

“Yes lord.” The officer answered.

Tyranus’s ship was a relic from the ages of Heresy when civil war raged across the galaxy. The ship had been a gift from the Primarch just before the events in the sands of Istvaan. The ship was a beautiful thing really. Long spires like cathedrals to the dark gods sprouted along the length. Up the spine weapon systems bristled showing the ship’s teeth. Tyranus had taken one look at the beautiful ship and said it reminded him of a dying star, quite introspective for one of Angron’s berserkers. Tyranus had named her Red Star.

The imperial ship hove into view of the Red Star firing her weapons. The unchained officer began issuing orders.

“Shields now!” the officer yelled as torpedoes and beams from lances seared across the void.

Tyranus watched as he left the fate of his ship and his life up to a mortal. His armor fed combat stimulants into his system causing his hearts to begin beating faster and faster causing his blood to pound in his ears blocking out all sound besides the whispers in his mind which mocked him.

Veins began to stick out across Tyranus’s bald head. The veins became so thick as to appear black. As his system became overloaded from the stimulants and his face began to turn purple as rage filled his being and overloaded his mind with thoughts of fire and blood.

Then the champion felt two small pokes on his cheek. He turned his head to see Pinkie Pie sitting upon his shoulder smiling up at him. She was devoid of any human remains and her smile reflected the light with her teeth. Tyranus began to feel the rage dissipate slowly as he looked into her smiling blue eyes.

“Look what I made!” she exclaimed holding something bone colored between her forelegs. Tyranus’s held out his gauntleted hand and accepted the gift. He held the small gift between his thumb and forefinger to inspect it.

It was a section of skull that had been cut out and chewed into a mark of Khorne. There was a small loop on the top of the mark which was threaded with an incredibly long tendon that would fit over Tyranus’s head. The World Eater smiled.

“Thank you Pinkie.” Tyranus growled out. Pinkie clapped her hooves together in excitement. Tyranus heard scraping against the deck behind and turned his head further to watch two slaves drag away the bone remains of their comrade minus a section of its skull.

“Shields up!” came the call just before the ship was rocked again from impact.

“Shields holding!”

“Retaliation sent!”

“Direct hit!”

The calls and commands dissolved into background noise to Tyranus as he placed his new mark of Khorne over his head and let the bone charm clack against his armor.

The little daemon bounced up and down excitedly as she watched the chaos of the bridge.

“What’s happening master?” she asked.

“We are fighting.” Tyranus answered simply.

“Who I don’t see anybody?” The little daemon began looking around actually searching for a foe.

“They are out there in the void Pinkie.” Tyranus said. There were no viewports on the bridge but instead a massive view screen that showed the void from several angles. Pinkie sat up.

“Ooh,” she pointed wither hoof. “Do you mean out there?” The main viewer lit up as the enemy ship exploded.

“Target destroyed.” The unnamed officer announced. Tyranus studied the debris displayed on the screen. He did not congratulate the officer. It was his job and he had done it. Had he not done it then his soul would become one of the many daemon’s playthings that dwelt within the warp. The officer could not hope for a better afterlife so the longer he kept himself alive the better in his eyes.

“Take us to the Eye.” Tyranus commanded. The officer assented and began barking out orders. The ship began undergoing preparations for its leap into the warp. The geller field was deployed and all view ports shuttered closed. Docking bays were locked down and personnel made their way to their quarters. Tyranus sat in his throne and brooded as his new daemon continued to move about humming to herself.

Tyranus closed his eyes and prepared to do what he could to rest his body when another klaxon began to wail. The officer checked another screen.

“New contact lord Tyranus!” he yelled out. Tyranus’s eyes slowly peeled open.

“What is this new threat?” he asked through his teeth. He did not feel particularly pleased with another void battle that he would not partake in and possibly lose his ship and his life.

“They’re hailing us sir. The ship appears to be of the Black Legion. Should I open communications?”

“Audio only.” Tyranus commanded.

There were a few taps of keys and an audible snap as the link established itself.

“Son of Angron.” Came a deep and foreboding voice thick with age and revulsion over the vox.

“Speak your piece and leave me whelp.” Tyranus answered the Legionnaire.

“Is that any way to speak to an emissary from the Warmaster?”

“What does that dog want with me? I am above his concerns and his ever failing attempts at glory.”

“He would have words with you World Eater, you and your new little friend.”

Tyranus looked down at Pinkie who was completely oblivious to the goings-on around her as she continued to humming and singing as she hopped over and around Tyranus’s head and slid up and down the various spikes and chains that adorned Tyranus’s armor.

“Fine.” Tyranus said. “But be warned worm, I will tolerate no foolishness or tedious ceremony on your part.”

All that answered the champion was the sound of the link going dead.

Author's Note

You asked so I deliver. Hopefully you enjoy it as much as the first chapter.