Red Star tore from the warp with a scream. The hole in reality snapped shut reluctantly as the chaos ship burst forth into the empty void.

“Contacts!” yelled the bridge officer dashing from monitor to monitor. “A count of eight lord Tyranus!” Tyranus felt his hearts begin to beat faster; he hadn’t expected Horus’s failed sons to be so hell bent on killing him.

“Prepare to engage.” Tyranus ordered. The unchained officer began to issue orders in the form of threats and demands bringing up the weapons systems on the battle barge.

“Incoming message lord.” Croaked a servitor.

“On screen.” Tyranus commanded curiously. Four of the view screens blanked for a moment and then relit with an image of a disgusting and distorted face surrounded by black and green armor.

“Always like a World Eater to shoot first and never ask questions later.” The face said. The lips parted and puss oozed out from cracks and breaks. Tyranus could see the teeth behind the lips which were black with rot and gapped. A swollen purple tongue writhed in that disgusting maw that oozed dark saliva filled with acid, and plague.

Tyranus felt reviled as he looked upon this walking pustule.

“And what would a walking corpse care about the way I carry my battles?” The World Eater asked menacingly.

“You’ve targeted my ship you blood soaked buffoon.” The rotten marine chastised.

“What of it? I’m being cautious after all. Or is your brain so filled with disease that you cannot comprehend that?” Tyranus sneered at the screen. With a chopping motion the bridge officer cut the link. Tyranus growled, seething internally at this new development.

“Who is out there?” he demanded. The bridge became another flurry of activity as servitors and officers began identifying the ships around them. Pinkie crawled on top of the Tyranus’s head and lay spread eagle with her face just over his forehead.

“What’s wrong master?” she asked him innocently.

“I do not like being here. I have a bad feeling is all.” Tyranus answered his daemon.

“Do you want me to eat that big stinky guy master?” she asked.

“Not until I say.” The champion commanded.

“Oh, okay.” She said. Tyranus could hear the disappointment in her voice and felt odd.

“Do not fret.” The World Eater said reaching up and plucking the tiny daemon from his head and placing her in his lap. He reached a finger up and scratched under her chin affectionately. She stretched her head back so he could have access and her rear leg began kicking in pleasure.

Tyranus hadn’t felt this calm in hundreds of years. He could remember back before the betrayal, he and his brothers would celebrate and through raucous occasions where wine would be drunk and songs sung. But at Istvaan that all changed. After having cut down dozens of his own kin Tyranus had not smiled for centuries until now.

“You are a curious thing.” He said continuing to scratch the little daemon about her body. Pinkie rolled over so that Tyranus could rub her belly. The chaos marine’s massive armored finger began to scratch up and down her belly as she continued to kick her leg. Tyranus chuckled as he moved his hand up her body and finished with a quick scratch of her head. Pinkie Pie sat up.

“Lord Khorne said that I was someone else’s idea.” Pinkie said as she rolled up into a little ball to relax on her master’s lap.

“How do you mean?” the World Eater asked.

“He said that he stole the idea from a sorcerer, some Tzzeanchtck guy.” Tyranus raised an eyebrow at the proclamation.

“Interesting.” He said to himself. Soon enough Pinkie was back to sleeping on his lap.

Tyranus watched the view screens as the ships hung in the void. He could make out Stormbirds exiting from one of the ships. The Stormbird signatures were being tracked.

“Another hail Lord Tyranus.” Came the announcement. Tyranus growled. He was growing weary of all of these messages.

“On screen.” He commanded. An image flickered to life over a section of the view screens that showed a helmeted marine painted all black with the hide of a dead beast across his shoulders.

“We come for you, World Eater.” The Black Legionnaire stated. Tyranus scowled at the screen.

“Come then.” He said and cut the link.

Tyranus was not fond of associating with others of this ilk. They were too frivolous with their sense of darkened morals like battle tactics and bickering. Tyranus saw no point to it. If you see an ally you befriend them if only for a short time. If you see a foe you take their head. The useless meetings and planning and discussing, the thought made Tyranus’s head ache at the thought. His implant would’ve added to his already worsening condition but its defunct state meant it would just sit there serving as worse than useless armor at the fore of his mind.

Tyranus stood and grabbed his axe from the side of his throne. Pinkie scrambled as she tumbled from his lap and caught one of the skull dangling from his belt. She climbed up to her perch on his shoulder and sat quietly for once waiting to see what happened.

“Come.” Tyranus spoke into his vox bead. There was no answer as he expected but he knew that his guards were making their way to his location as fast as they could for the fear of dealing with their upset lord.

Tyranus stormed his way through his ship heading for the lift down to the docking bay where he was to meet with the incoming party of Black Legion members. Tyranus felt his hearts begin to beat faster at the thought of the cursed failures on his ship. He would never have agreed to meet with them if not for Pinkie Pie. Her presence was a question he wished to have answered.

Tyranus came to the lift and the doors slid open. He was greeted with the sight of his two Terminator guardians standing their silent vigil as was their duty. Tyranus found little use for words and his Terminators knew that as did the rest of his brothers. That was why his vox bead was silent most of the time. He had little patience for wasteful ceremonies and even less patience for other followers of the dark gods who take their time to honor the gods with some odd ceremony or sacrifice. At the thought of odd ceremonies Tyranus thought of sorcerers and their kind. He sneered at the thought. He held out his armored hand for his helmet. The left guardian handed it to him, the champion mag-locked the armor to his thigh for later when he would need it.

The lift came to a halt and Tyranus stepped off closely followed by his Terminators. The docking bay was filled with servitors and daemons that went about loading and fixing and cleaning various weapons, ships and armor pieces. On the far side were the only two Land Raiders that Tyranus had at his command.

The champion looked out on the void as the Stormbird approached. He watched as the transport came in and landed. The Stormbird was painted to match its owner likeness. Tyranus thought it was ugly. The front ramp descended and four black armored Terminators disembarked and took up defensive positions around the ramp as another of their number came down.

He was clad in black armor as well. His left hand was ensconced in a power fist that doubled the size of his right. Across his shoulders lay a massive, flea infested hide that he wore in mourning of his dead Primarch. Tyranus could smell the marine and he detested it. He smelled too fresh, too sweet. There was no reek of blood about these marines that Tyranus had become so used to.

The Black Legion emissary came to a halt as he stepped off of the ramp.

“World Eater.” He said.

“Whelp.” Tyranus answered. The Black Legionnaire ignored the insult.

“Come with me. Your guardians stay here.” The emissary ordered. Tyranus’s muscles tightened.

“I do not leave this ship without them.” He told the emissary.

“You will not make it out here alive World Eater. Do not let your foolish pride be your downfall.” The emissary said. Tyranus had had little contact with the Black Legion and even less during the great betrayal and the Great Crusade. He was always warned that the Horus’s brood were all self-proclaimed philosophers and geniuses thinking that their words could prevent bloodshed. Regardless Tyranus relented.

“Head to the bridge. If anything should happen destroy the ship they have me on. Take as many as you can.” The Terminator’s silence was all the affirmation he needed as he stepped onto the ramp and up into the Stormbird. The World Eater strapped himself into a seat as the Black Legion Terminators came back aboard and seated themselves around him. Pinkie Pie had remained silent through this whole exchange until now.

She leapt from Tyranus’s shoulder guard onto the nearest Terminator. She jumped down into the legionnaire’s lap and looked up at him and smiled showing her steel teeth.

“I bet you taste good.” She said happily as she snapped her jaws at the Terminator. The massive marine actually flinched away from the tiny pink daemon causing Tyranus to laugh.

“Come Pinkie.” Tyranus commanded. The daemon snapped her jaws at the Terminator again and hopped back to her master’s lap. She crawled up to Tyranus’s shoulder and looked about the compartment. All of the Terminators were staring back at her. Pinkie smiled showing her steel teeth.

“I bet I could eat you all before you even see me!” she exclaimed excitedly as she hopped over Tyranus’s head. “Regular armor isn’t that tasty though, maybe big armor like yours tastes better!”

She jumped down and began to bound off of walls and marines alike stopping at each legionnaire to stand on the ledge provided by their massive chest plate to stare into their eye sockets, she even knocked on a few like on a door. A few of the marines flinched like their companion. They had been warned of the capabilities of this tiny daemon. Pinkie finally came to rest a top the head of the emissary.

“And what’s your name?” she asked as she looked into his eye lens upside down. The emissary reached up to try and flick Pinkie away. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” She said and giggled with delight. “You might lose a finger or even a whole hand!” the hand halted and slowly moved back down to its place.

“I am called Frampton.” He answered. Pinkie held her hooves up to her mouth and giggled.

“That’s a funny name.” She somersaulted over the front of his helmet and landed on the deck on her hooves. She then bounced back up into Tyranus’s lap. “I bet they all taste good.” Pinkie placed her front hooves on Tyranus’s chest plate and looked up at him her eyes growing wide and her lips forming a sad pout. “Can I eat them master please?” she asked innocently. Tyranus smiled and scratched her under her chin.

“Later. Right now they are our allies.” Tyranus looked up at Frampton. “That is, until their true nature shows.” Frampton’s hands curled into fists.

“Do not chastise me World Eater. You are nothing more than a glorified berserker whose brothers can barely retain their sanity. You’re so soaked in blood and blinded by your rage that you cannot even see the great works the Warmaster has created. He commands more now than our father ever did and as his brother I demand that you respect him.” Frampton’s chest heaved as his rage got the better of him. Pinkie Pie had settled onto her haunches to watch Frampton rage. She clapped her hooves happily.

“That was good. Now if only you could do that for a long time then you might be good enough to be one of Khorne’s chosen instead of serving other gods who are weak and don't do anything.”

Frampton lost control of himself and tried to launch himself out of his chair but the restraints pulled him back slamming his armor into the bulkhead with a loud ‘bang'. Pinkie on the other hand was free to roam about and leapt once again from Tyranus’s lap. She sailed across the compartment and landed on Frampton’s head.

Pinkie opened her tiny maw and bit down into the ceramite of Frampton’s ancient helmet. Neither Tyranus nor the Terminators moved to help Frampton as he flailed his limbs about as Pinkie tore his helmet from his head piece by piece.

Frampton tried to swat the tiny daemon away but Pinkie danced away from his incoming hands allowing his strikes to hit his own head. Pinkie continued to pull his helmet away like pieces of eggshell from a hard-boiled egg. She pulled the last piece from his face and hopped down spitting the ceramite out of her teeth. She jumped from the deck and came to rest up in Tyranus’s lap again. Tyranus scratched her head rewarding her like a good minion.

Pinkie looked at Frampton whose face was now naked. The man looked surprisingly young and unscarred. Tyranus narrowed his eyes.

“You are too young a dog to be part of this pack of liars and cowards.” Frampton raised an eyebrow.

“Your meaning?” he asked.

“You’ve not seen the fires of heresy as these others.” Tyranus sniffed. “I thought something smelled wrong about you. Your blood is too fresh your hands don’t move right and you’ve no power sword.” Tyranus pointed out. Frampton looked down at his waste where gladius hung.

“What of it?” he asked defensively. Tyranus was surprised one of the Terminators hadn’t jumped in to defend their brother. The Warmaster’s kin must be even more broken than he thought.

Before Tyranus could answer the Stormbird shook as it passed through the shields of the Black Legion ship.

The massive craft settled and the ramp descended. Tyranus stood and followed the Terminators as they disembarked. Pinkie turned around from her perch to look at the helmetless Frampton. Frampton made eye contact with the daemon she then proceeded to blow a raspberry at him before turning around.

As Tyranus’s boots met the deck of the Black Legion ship he took in his surroundings. The place reeked of the sickly sweet chaos stink that seemed to follow its practitioners around like a disease. The place was dark, the lights having gone out or purposefully broken by some madman. The crew was enormous but silent, each servitor going about its work without looking up from the floor and without making a sound.

Tyranus followed the Terminators into the bowels of the ship. He felt enclosed in the corridors as they moved through the ship. The eight pointed star was everywhere, carved in bulkheads, daubed on the floors and ceiling in blood and feces.

Daemons and crewmen ran about like insects fleeing from their masters in fear. But everywhere was darkness and shadows as if the Black Legion was hiding what they were from themselves by putting it into the shadows.

Tyranus could smell something was wrong with this place and he wished to be aboard his own ship headed for the great eye.

Finally the Terminators halted before a massive door. The door slid apart to allow access. Tyranus didn’t like the eerie glow come from in there. He followed the Terminators into the chamber. He paused as he crossed the threshold.

The chamber was dark except for a massive hololith that produce the only light causing more shadows than actually allowing details to be seen.

The hololith brightened considerably as he approached. He could make out seven forms of marines standing around the hololith all staring at him. The side opposite Tyranus the man spoke. Tyranus knew who the man was even before he spoke. It was hard to forget that massive hand and that ridiculous topknot and the stink the clung to him was powerful.

“Now that our last friend is here we can begin.” Abaddon the Despoiler, Warmaster of the forces of Chaos Undivided said as more lights above them came on to banish the shadows.

Tyranus looked about him at the assembled marines and was surprised at the diversity. The first that caught his eye was unmistakably the rotten marine who had contacted him from before. He was massive decked out in black power armor trimmed in a putrid green. His face was even more horrid to look upon in person as his purple tongue rolled about as if it was its own being and Tyranus realized in horror that is was a group of purple insects that writhed and wriggled about his mouth acting as a tongue for him. Upon his should sat a small horse similar Tyranus’s Pinkie Pie only this creature was orange in color and it was quietly staring at Pinkie Pie unmoving as flies buzzed around its head.

Tyranus shifted his gaze as he could smell warpcrafft. He turned his head left and spotted blue armor the color of a midnight sea. Tyranus was again surprised that it was a Terminator champion. He had never known the warlocks to have Terminators amongst their numbers. The helmet was styled like that of the ancient Gyptian pharos from ancient Terra. The marine held an ornate curved staff in his hand and had a massive tome bound at his waste with gold chain. Upon his shoulder sat a purple horned horse that was glaring at Pinkie Pie. Pinkie Pie was up on her feet her hackles raised ready to fight the caster’s pet.

Tyranus moved his eyes to take in two purple armored marines on the Abaddon’s right. Both were Emperor’s Children both of their faces were massively scarred and mutilated beyond recognition. One carried a massive hammer and the other a sonic weapon that Tyranus had witnessed tear armored men asunder from one pull of the trigger.

The sonic marine actually had two daemons upon his shoulder. One was the color of ash while the other bright white and had a small horn upon its head. They wore garments that would have been alluring on a human woman and they fondled and kissed each other passionately and loudly as they rolled about their master’s shoulder.

The other marine had a white horned daemon that sat upon his shoulder primping and grooming itself. The daemon sneered at Pinkie Pie and went back to grooming itself and polishing its master’s armor.

Lastly Tyranus came to Abaddon. The Despoilers massive beast hide was ruffling and squeaking as something argued inside of it.

“Come on you scaredypony.” Came the muffled words.

“But they’re so big and scary.”

“You can beat any one of these guys to death now come on.”

Two daemons poked their heads out one carried by the other. Both were winged. One was the blue in color of the bright sky and had a rainbow colored mane. The other was the color of butter with a pink mane. The blue set down the yellow one and sat next to it. Abaddon looked down at them disapprovingly.

“S-sorry master.” The yellow one said throwing its forelegs up over its head.

“Now that we’re all here you can see why I summoned you.” Abaddon began. Tyranus stared at the Despoiler.

He had many titles and names, Despoiler, Warmaster and such. But Tyranus had only one name for Abaddon and his kin: Failure. No matter what Abaddon had done it had gained him little to nothing. The Cadian gate was his largest accomplishment and still nothing was gained. Tyranus was disgusted by this assemblage of warriors led by a man who had done little but stand in his Primarch’s shadow.

“You’ve each been blessed by the gods with these little creatures.” Abaddon waved his massive claw around and then plucked the yellow daemon off of his armor and held it up.

“These daemon’s hold power untold and as true champions of your gods you’ve been blessed to receive them.” Abaddon set down his daemon who went back to hiding behind its hooves.

“I propose a truce-“ Tyranus was already enraged at having to be here but this was too far and his anger got the better of him. He slammed his axe into the hololith causing the display to flicker. He pointed an armored finger at the Thousand Son.

“You want me to ally with a sorcerer! You are more foolish than you appear Despoiler if you think I would let myself fight alongside this weakling!” The Thousand Son looked at Tyranus.

“Do not mock the power of the Great Ocean berserker. Just because your rage blinds you to potential and keeps you ignorant of true power.” Tyranus slammed his axe into the hololith again.

“That is power! You are no more than a conjurer of tricks and follies!” At the World Eater’s words eldritch fire began to burn around the eye lenses of the warlock. His Daemon’s horn lighting up as it prepared to fire beams of energy at the World Eater. There was a sound of bolts falling locking into firing chambers and high whining sound as the sonic weapon came to bear.

The only person who was not tensed was Abaddon.

“Brothers please,” he began. “Let’s lower our weapons and come to an agreement.” Tyranus stared down the Thousand Son. The sorcerer slowly lowered his staff as the light faded from his eyes.

“We can come to a compromise, Angron spawn, if you are willing.” He said. Tyranus locked his axe to his hip. He did not trust sorcerers or any of their kind. Warpcraft was a weak way to kill a foe.

“Possibly.” He growled. Pinkie calmed down a fraction as did the other daemons around the room but they continued to stare at each other in hatred.

“Good.” Abaddon proclaimed as the hololith brought up the outline of a fortress. “Now that that little spat is over we can get down to what I brought you here to do.” Before he could begin one of the Terminators stepped up behind his lord.

“Lord there is an emergency. You are needed on the bridge.” Abaddon scowled.

“Please stay here brother’s. I shall return momentarily.” The Warmaster exited the room and the door clanged shut behind him.

All of the marines turned and stared at one another. The tension was so thick it reverberated like an engine on idle. Then a brooding warrior spoke.

“So you are all champions then are you?” He asked the acid in his voice thick and angry. Tyranus turned to look at him. The marine’s armor was the color of iron with yellow and black chevrons of the Iron warriors a moody and annoying group to say the least. Upon his shoulder rested another orange horse that wore a strange hat upon its small head. The Thousand Son answered him.

“I am glad to be here at least.” He looked to the little daemon. “I was hoping to find some answers about this little one after she was gifted to me in my dream.” He nudged the little daemon with his finger affectionately and she rubbed her neck up and down his hand like a happy and loving cat. The Iron Warrior grunted.

“I did not expect there to be others. And that such as you are blessed makes me question the gods.” From across the way stood a Word Bearer. He wore a corzius Arcanum which was the symbol of his holy office. His face was brutal, unforgiving and hairless covered in scars and runes of the Book of Lorgar. He was squat and thick his neck nearly non-existent in his armor. Upon his shoulder sat a gray horse with a blonde mane. Its eyes looked in different directions and it smiled stupidly at everything.

“Do not speak as if you know the will of the gods you filth. The fact that they blessed you with such as their will is awe inspiring and you should be humble about your gift. Not question their logic to spread their blessings.” The Thousand Son nodded his ascent.

“The Dark Apostle speaks true. Do not think yourself so high as to soar above others.” The Terminator leaned forward trying to intimidate with his size instead of his mind.

Tyranus did his best to ignore the arguing and posturing that was going on around him. He had seen such for millennia now and was tired of it. He had considered many times taking his ship into the nearest system and landing upon a heavily populated world just to bring the imperials to see how long he and his brothers would last, see how many they would take before falling to their deaths and adding their skulls to the throne.

He shook the thoughts from his head. These were not thoughts of one of Khorne’s chosen. The conversation had taken its expected turn into feuding and bickering.

“You are weak all of you!” shouted the noise marine. His hearing was nearly gone entirely from the abuse he had put his body through. The Iron Warrior growled at the noise marine.

“You are nothing more than an obsessive pile of self-abuse. Your Primarch and your legion are all degenerates who think more on their own pleasure than on the one thing we set out to do all those years ago!” The Word Bearer drew his crozius. He pointed his weapon at the Iron Warrior.

“Do not think to lecture here! You would preach the goals of Horus to others when your own numbers who are supposedly the best at siege craft sit on their worlds of industry and iron rusting away from the outside doing nothing to help further our cause!”

Tyranus noticed that the large rotten marine had not spoke just as he had refrained from joining the argument. The Tzeentch worshipper was railing at the Slaanesh followers and the Iron Warrior and Word Bearer each were brandishing weapons. It would be about this time that Tyranus would’ve felt his implant begin to burn and he would lose focus on anything but brutally tearing these idiots apart. Even their daemons were screaming at each other. Pinkie Pie pranced about his armor but out of anxious bloodlust instead of happiness and excitement.

“Can I eat them master, please?” she begged him. “The purple on, I hate her and I want to taster her skin. I bet she tastes so good.” Pinkie said shuffling about staring at the purple horned daemon with hunger in her eyes.

“Calm yourself Pinkie.” Tyranus commanded his daemon. “I’ve a feeling you will get to gorge yourself soon enough.” Pinkie Pie didn’t answer but sat down and began to drag herself about his armor impatiently. Then the walking rot spoke.

He lifted his massive fist which grew and stretched into the form a hammer which he used to smash into the hololith causing the image to flicker and distort.

“Silence!” his voice boomed about the chamber. “I am Hrote. I am the leader of the Brotherhood of Plague. I was blessed by Father Nurgle with this little daemon here. She has named herself Carrot Top and the sight of her in combat is impressive just as the rest of your daemons I would wager.” His fist retracted. “But the arguing and infighting must stop here for now. I do not know any of you as battle-brothers and I hate you already.” Tyranus smiled, that made two of them. “Our existence is a horrible duty that we took on to show the galaxy the truth of it all. I have heard talk this day of Horus’s dream.” Hrote looked to the Iron Warrior. “Horus’s dream died with him and I doubt we will ever see the walls of that castle ever again. But we are here because we have something in common.” Hrote plucked little Carrot Top from his shoulder. “These odd daemons each of us was gifted, maybe this is a sign that we should cooperate for the time being at least.”

Tyranus never thought to hear words of wisdom come from the mouth of a walking, rotting corpse of a marine but however disgusting and seemingly foolish Hrote may be, he was telling the truth.

“I am Tyranus, lord of the Red Star and champion of the Blood God. I have been gifted with Pinkie Pie whom I have seen eat her way through ceramite like parchment.”

“Brukar, chosen of the Pyrae. This is Twilight Sparkle, a rather formidable manipulator of the Great Ocean.” The Thousand Son said.

The other all announced their names and their deeds. Tyranus was again shocked to recognize some of these brothers, Dark Apostle Kamtain and his daemon Derpy, the noise marine Ripht and his battle-brother Wortham and their companions Vinyl Scratch, Octavia, and Rarity, and lastly Gunther and his daemon Applejack.

Tyranus had known Ripht and Wortham before and during the great betrayal. He was surprised he could not recognize them and they did not recognize him. Ten thousand years in the warp will do odd things to one’s mind even that of an Adeptus Astartes.

The introductions had cleared some of the tension but it was still there, filling the empty space like a noxious gas. The door opened and Abaddon walked over.

“Brothers, I need you to come with me. It seems that we have visitors.” Pinkie Pie began to jump up and down.

“Ooh, I love visitors. Can we eat them?” she asked. Abaddon chuckled.

“Yes daemon, we can eat them.” Pinkie let out a loud squeal and back flipped over Tyranus’s head. The champions left the room and followed the Warmaster.

“Several Imperial Guard ships have materialized and headed for the rim of the system. We’re going to go aboard their largest and take it for ourselves.” Abaddon said as they calmly strode through the darkened corridors.

This came as a surprise to some of the marines. Gunther spoke up.

“Just like that you expect us to work together to take a ship from an unknown enemy just because you say so?” he asked the Despoiler. Abaddon stopped and turned he stared at Gunther. Gunther didn’t back down.

“Why, yes.” The Warmaster answered simply and turned to continue on their way. Tyranus looked at Gunther. The Iron Warrior shrugged and followed the Warmaster.

They all crammed into a boarding torpedo and strapped themselves in. Pinkie Pie slid down into Tyranus’s lap and pushed up against his chest for safety.

“Where are we going?” she asked Tyranus.

“To find people to eat.” Tyranus answered his daemon and scratched her under the chin. Pinkie smiled and flipped onto her back for a belly rub.

“I like to eat people.” She stated. Tyranus just scratched his daemon as he waited for the torpedo to launch. He grabbed his helmet that was still mag-locked to his thigh and put it on.

His vision became red and the darkness was banished as he looked out into the compartment of the torpedo. He had never seen such a mixture of different marines since the great betrayal working together for the same goal. It was a sight to behold after all of this time. The vox crackled above.

Prepare to engage! Prepare to engage!

The message repeated over and over again as the ship began to shudder and groan from receiving and giving fire. The Warmaster stepped back into the torpedo and strapped himself into a throne as the door slammed shut sealing the marines within. Tyranus raised an eyebrow but did not question it.

The vox came on again.

Torpedo one preparing to fire. Torpedo one firing. Torpedo one away.

The torpedo flew from the Black Legion ship like a remora from the underbelly of a shark. Its deadly payload within the most terrible thing in the galaxy: a unified force of chaos marines.

The ship that was targeted was a massive Overlord class battlecruiser. The armor was not so thick as to stop the torpedo and its laser defense array posed little threat to the torpedo.

The torpedo shuddered as it made contact and began to drill its way into the hull of the ship. Tyranus hit his release and stood gunning his chainaxe his hearts racing ready for the kill. The other marines were on their feet with the Despoiler at the front his massive hand flexing in anticipation. Tyranus moved behind Abaddon ready to kill anything in sight.

Through the shell of the torpedo he could hear men screaming and yelling some were bellowing orders while some were already calling for medics and attention. The front of the torpedo opened like the petals of the universes deadliest flower to deliver its payload.

Abaddon didn’t rush from the torpedo however as his two winged daemons leapt from his shoulders each screaming at the top of their lungs. Pinkie Pie couldn’t contain herself and bounded from Tyranus’s shoulder over Abaddon and into the waiting guardsmen on the other side. Blurs of color flashed passed Tyranus’s head as the other daemons had lost their patience as well and were hungry for death dealing.

Abaddon marched from the torpedo and into the corridor looking from side to side making sure that the way was clear. He moved aside to allow the others down. Tyranus hopped from the torpedo gunning his chainaxe. He looked about for a foe and found the walls spattered with blood and human entrails some covered in scorch marks and large portions of the wall covered in fast growing mold. There were entire sections of bulkhead that were warped and torn and portions of guardsmen bones that were obliterated into splinters.

The chaos marines were halted in their bloodlust to witness the destruction that had been wrought by the little wonders that gods had bestowed upon them.

“This is why I asked you all to come here.” Abaddon said admiring the damage as much as the others were.

Pinkie Pie roared her tiny fury at the fleeing guardsmen. She launched into the air and caught one by the hamstring. The little pink daemon clamped her jaws onto his leg and tripped him up. She released her hold and began to run her way up to his chest. She smiled evilly showing her steel teeth as she leapt into the air and landed face first into his flesh as she chewed her way to his heart, hearts were the sweetest after all.

Behind her Derpy let out another torrent of fire from her mouth engulfing another three of the humans in fire hot enough to melt the bulkhead behind them, Vinyl and Octavia each screamed loud enough to visibly move the air letting sound waves of death tear up the corridor causing bones to shatter like buckshot turning men and women into walls of pink mist.

Carrot Top was gliding around as mold and rot spewed forth from her limbs engulfing anything within range causing people and bulkheads alike to melt into puddle of noxious goo.

The blue and yellow winged ponies who were called Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy were true terrors as they would chase down fleeing enemies. Rainbow Dash could fly fast enough to break the sound barrier which she would do above the humans causing them to fall over holding their heads as their eardrums would burst apart or she would fly so fast that she would fly through the human’s chest making sure to go through the heart leaving the organ moving so quickly it vibrated itself apart. Her wings were also sharply tipped and stronger than any material known to man or otherwise which she used to slice through men and women like so much paper. Emperor forbid if Fluttershy got her hooves on one of the poor guardsmen as she would pummel them into paste as her fury continued to grow like a hurricane.

And whatever was left Twilight Sparkle and Rarity would deal with. Both were rather powerful spell casters but of different disciplines. Rarity could stimulate a person’s nervous system to the point of overload and shutdown where they would lie down unable to breathe or move as they slowly died from lack of oxygen whereas Twilight was well versed in the cults of the Thousand Sons and could choose multiple way to kill a man from shooting lightning from her hooves to lighting fires on their being. Applejack brought up the rear killing anything that wasn’t utterly obliterated by the others. Her talents were yet to show themselves to any other but Gunther and he had forbidden her to use them to their full strength unless in the most dire of situations.

All in all the daemons were a force that any foe in the galaxy would fear. They tore through the ships corridors killing anything before them in a torrent of blood, fire, magic, and rot.

The daemons came to the bridge which was sealed off to them by a set of massive blast doors. Pinkie couldn’t chew through it and neither Carrot Top nor Derpy could get through. Applejack stepped forward. Measured the distance to the doors and took a step back. She flipped herself about and kicked with both rear legs denting the armor plating. She kicked three more times and a massive hole was made for the daemons.

Pinkie was the first through screaming her bloodlust like a true follower of Khorne. She dripped gore as she lifted off from the floor and hit the first person she saw: The ship’s captain. She chewed into his skull causing the man to scream in fear and pain as the tiny daemon at his brain in less than five seconds. The other daemons came through and began tearing the place apart as all of their formidable abilities worked well in such a crowded area creating an abattoir.

Tyranus was awed by the destruction left by the tiny daemons. To think such small beings could do so much damage in so little time made him reevaluate every single kill he had ever made. He had been in ship-to-ship actions before where boarding took place but he had never been a part of one that had cleared the ship this quickly or brutally, there weren’t even any survivors to put his axe into.

The marines followed the massive trail of destruction all of the way to the bridge where the daemons were busying themselves with consuming the leftovers of their victims.

Pinkie Pie sat up and sprinted her way over to Tyranus once again having ruined her robe and soaked all the way through with blood. She jumped up to Tyranus’s face and hugged him.

“I’m sorry master. I was just so hungry I couldn’t help myself. Will you forgive me?” she asked sweetly. Tyranus looked at the bridge and nodded without looking at her.

“I forgive you Pinkie.” He said. She hopped down and clapper her hooves in joy. The daemons finished their meal and sprinted from the bridge on their journey to find more guardsmen to destroy.

“Those things did this?” The Word Bearer asked exasperated. Abaddon shrugged.

“Our lives just got a lot more, interesting.” The Warmaster stated.

“Let’s go find our little wonders before they eat all of the crew.”

Author's Note

Well, it's been a few years since I've had to crack open the Lexicanum but I did and I remember why I love 40K so much. Anyway here's the next installment. Enjoy the daemons and thank you Axiosriot. for giving me the idea on how to distribute them but you can see that I did it a little differently.