Tyranus sat on his throne, his eyes shut as they traveled through the warp. His blood was filled to the brim with adrenaline and combat stimulants as he meditated; a unique activity for the berserker. The two corpses at his feet, however, was a rather common sight.

The coppery stench of blood filled the champion’s nostrils, like some brutal flower’s deadly nectar. The bridge was quiet save for the occasional blurt of machine code from a hard wired servitor. The crew knew that silence was preferable to death when in the warp. The maelstrom was a dangerous place for the human crew of the Red Star. World Eaters stalked the corridors drooling and deranged from the close proximity of the Empyrean and its red god, some screaming their rage as their implants added to their already insane level of blood lust. Screams of the unfortunate slaves and deformed crewmen who fell to the berserkers axes and fists could be heard all throughout the ship. Some of the brothers claimed to hear the roars of the Red Angel calling out to them.

The ship began to shudder as the warp engines began to tear through the dimensions to bring the Red Star back from the warp into the fabric of reality. Tyranus opened his eyes slowly looking out through the view screens to see the last vestiges of the warp relinquish its grip upon his ship.

The battle was already engaged in the void as the Marauder vessels did their best to defend their home from the Black Legion and its allies. Torpedoes crossed the void leaving trails of vapor and lance beams seared across the blackness tearing apart void shields and armor alike. Tyranus stood from his throne and moved slowly forward, his massive boots smashing into the corpses beneath him pulping the meat of the human crew into the deck.

The axes at his hips clinked on their chain leads as Tyranus moved from the bridge and was joined by his Terminator armored bodyguards. Tyranus reached down to his thigh and pulled his helmet free. He set the armor over his head and his vision was once again stained red and covered in runes.

The vox opened up with screams and roars of the battle brothers. Raptors promised their finest kills to the Blood God, the promise of skulls and blood an inspiring guarantee.

Tyranus strode down the corridors of his ship letting the insanity of his brothers fill his soul with one last vestige of pride. His thoughts turned to Pinkie Pie and how she was faring in the midst of the Black Legion and their foolish leader.

“Lord,” some unknown slave said over the vox, blocking out the countless slavering berserkers from being heard.

“Speak,” Tyranus commanded as he came to his Dreadclaw and strapped himself in.

“Lord in scanning the planet we’ve only found wreckage of a Dreadclaw.”

Tyranus felt ice pour into his veins that quickly turned to molten steel.

“Abaddon,” Tyranus hissed. “Brothers!” Tyranus screamed over the vox. “After we’ve taken the skulls of the Emperor’s foolish servants then we take the skulls of the Black Legion. Do not trust the others. As soon as I give the signal prepare to drink the blood of the foolish followers of other, weaker gods!” The vox came even more alive with animal like screams and proclaims of blood and skulls for Khorne.

“The soon to be dead make poor allies,” Tyranus said to himself as he envisioned how he was going to rend the Warmaster limb from limb for taking his Pinkie Pie away.

Pinkie Pie sprinted through the ventilation system of the fortress monastery smiling maniacally, behind her Vinyl and Octavia came behind her giggling with glee. They had been in the monastery for only a few hours and already they had devoured several hundred human servants and even some armored scouts in their search for food and death.

The crash had been horrific and had ended up crushing Applejack and Carrot Top sending them back to the warp. Pinkie had devoured their corpses and felt their power infuse her with even more strength. Upon entering the fortress the daemons had split apart, not out of any tactical advantage but rather out of a mutual dislike for each other.

Pinkie looked down through a vent and watched a group of armed and robed servants run by underneath. Pinkie dove through the metal, using her teeth like a drill. She continued to fall and landed on the back of one of the robed acolytes. The man turned his head and his eyes spread wide with fear.

“Blood!” Pinkie screamed as she bit into the man’s scalp. Vinyl and Octavia dropped from the hole that Pinkie had created and began to add their sonic chaos to the situation, ripping the remaining men to pieces. Pinkie jumped out of the eye socket of her victim with a loud ‘pop’ dripping brain matter. The trio took off once again down the massive corridors of the Marauder’s home laughing all the way as they devoured and destroyed anything in their way.

Tyranus fell through the atmosphere encased in the loving mechanical womb of his Dreadclaw as he hurtled downward to spread death to the enemy.

The pod smashed into the ground and the ramp slammed open. Tyranus drew his bolter and walked down the ramp. The sky was filled with smoke trails as drop pods and Thunderhawk gunships descended upon the fortress monastery. Land Raider tanks surrounded the fortress.

Tyranus looked up at the beautiful structure that he was about to desecrate. The monastery was built of a beautiful white marble with massive pillars around the armored front door. The door itself was large enough to fit four land raiders through side-by-side. The metal had a massive Aquila inscribed onto it in beautiful gold, it disgusted the World Eater. Atop the turreted walls massive gun placements boomed to the heavens trying to shoot down traitor marines as they came to land on the ground.

A red armored Land Raider smashed into the ground next to Tyranus’ position, its engine roaring. Tyranus calmly walked over to his tank as artillery and anti-air fire sounded overhead.

The embarkation ramp dropped open and Tyranus boarded followed by his oversized bodyguards. The engine rumbled and the main gun sounded as the automated systems targeted and destroyed weapons systems around the outside of the fortress monastery as chaos marines descended upon the imperials.

Pinkie jumped from the Marauder’s slack jaw and dug through the vox grille. She climbed from the ceramite and leapt onto a thunder hammer wielding Terminator who was trying his best to get past the sonic attacks of the Slanneshi daemons. Pinkie landed on the marine’s massive shoulder and dug into his armor with gusto, the thick plates putting up as much of a fight as wet parchment.

The thunder hammer fell from his grip as the Marauder felt all of the power from his arm stop and the limb dropped to his side. The imperial turned his gaze just long enough for Vinyl and Octavia to perform some odd acrobatic maneuvers which allowed them to combine their voices as one and fire a sonic blast that ripped the thunder shield from the Terminator’s grip.

Pinkie burrowed her way into his chest cavity and found his two, rapidly beating hearts and bit down, allowing blood to burst into her mouth. She hummed in pleasure as the soft flesh gave way to her impossibly sharp, steel teeth. She felt the massive man fall over and crash into the stone floor. She turned upward and dug her way through his lungs and came to his spine. She snapped a quick bite out of the bone, a satisfying and crunchy experience.

Pinkie pushed forward and gnawed her way through the massive back plate and backpack. She emerged in a tiny fountain of blood giggling with glee and soaked to the bone in human remains. She looked over to Vinyl and Octavia who were rolling around in piles of dissected organs locked together in brutal love making.

“Come on sillies!” Pinkie said kicking her back legs into the air. “We’ve got skulls to eat!” Without waiting for an answer Pinkie whipped about and took off down the corridor while the two Slaaneshi daemons continued their blood soaked activities.

Pinkie came up to an intersection and without thinking turned right. She heard the sounds of bolter fire and the clash of chain weapons. She galloped forth saliva frothing at the corners of her mouth as the thought of slaughter drove her on.

“AAAHHHH!!!” Pinkie roared as she came around the corner. She launched herself into a group of yellow armored marines. The imperials were unprepared.

Tyranus marched down a massive corridor firing his bolter as Raptors hopped about him on thruster packs smashing into the floors and walls axes screaming and bolt pistols snapping as yellow armored marines and scouts fell to the fury of the Eaters of Worlds.

Tyranus spied black armor down a corridor. He picked up his pace opening a vox link.

“Abaddon,” Tyranus growled. “I would have words with you,” the champion marched as his brothers formed up behind him like some brutal parade. At the end of the vaulted stone corridor Abaddon stood, his foreboding presence felt in even in the expansive interior of the fortress monastery.

“Speak quickly, I’ve men to kill,” Abaddon threatened. Tyranus stepped up to the Warmaster, pressing his chest into Abaddon’s, showing no fear.

“Where is my daemon?” Tyranus hissed into Abaddon’s face through the vox grille. The Warmaster was at least a head taller than Tyranus but the World Eater would not be intimidated.

“Dead,” Abaddon said his face filling with anger at Tyranus’ display of defiance. Tyranus’ display lit up with targeting runes displaying weak points in the Despoiler’s armor and the structure of his face.

“Unfortunate,” Tyranus said as he placed his bolter barrel against Abaddon’s knee and pulled the trigger. The bolt round shot straight into the Despoiler’s knee and exploded bursting his flesh apart and disintegrating Warmaster's leg. The Despoiler’s face contorted into pained rage as he fell over without his leg to stand on. The World Eaters descended upon the Black Legion troops tearing into their would-be allies with gusto. Bolters turned on each other and screams to the dark gods were heard as the two chaos forces turned on each other.

Abaddon swung out with his father’s hand at Tyranus but the champion had already moved out of his reach. Abaddon reached down and drew his bolt pistol. Before the Black Legion commander could aim and fire a massive boot came down onto his wrist. Abaddon looked up to see two massive Terminator armored psychopaths standing over him, one with a chainfist and the other with an axe, both revving up to speed. Abaddon snarled at them.

“Let’s see if Khorne finds your skulls worthy of the throne.”

Pinkie jumped from the chest of her last victim as the man coughed out his last into his hands. Pinkie let the man die as she ran away off to the next sound of bolters and blades. She didn’t have to run far when she heard curses and promises and the name of her god screamed to the air. She felt hope flare up at the prospect of seeing her master.

She turned the corner and saw as the big black meanie was crawling around on his belly swiping his massive hand about taking out red armored marines left and right. Behind him the corpses of two massive Terminators lay smoking and in pieces. Abaddon was screaming out and his face was purple with rage as he struggled to right himself. His forces lay about on the ground already dispatched by the World Eaters ambush.

Tyranus stood back for once and fired at the Warmaster as Abaddon tried to crawl his way over to the red armored champion screaming curses and the promise of a thousand years torment. Abaddon would occasionally pause to fire back at Tyranus whenever he had cleared away enough Raptors, but the World Eaters could only last against the Warmaster for so long.

Pinkie ran forward yelling to Tyranus the whole way. Tyranus looked over his shoulder and saw his daemon. While he was distracted a bolt impacted into his chest sending him backwards. Pinkie looked down to see a smile on Abaddon’s face. Pinkie screamed angrily and charged the downed Warmaster. Abaddon saw Pinkie coming and fired his bolt pistol on full automatic trying to hit the tiny daemon. He missed every shot and the action clicked empty. Abaddon threw the pistol aside and tried to prepare to defend against Pinkie.

Pinkie leapt into the air screaming her rage when she was met by a wall of fire. The flames were so intense that it stopped the daemon’s assault dead and burned her flesh horribly. Pinkie fell to the ground, her skin charred and her form unmoving.

Tyranus screamed angrily and tore his helmet from his head, adrenaline and fury pumping through his system, both hearts screaming as they beat faster and faster. Blood leaked from the hole in his chest where Abaddon’s bolt had pierced his armor. Tyranus stormed forward and dropped to his knees to lift the tiny daemon.

“I guess it is just our nature to betray,” Brukar said as he stepped forward to cover the Warmaster. Tyranus dropped his bolter and used his free hand to cup the blood running from his wound. Tyranus poured the thick Astartes blood onto Pinkie’s body, knowing the one thing that the Blood God and his servants would do anything to get a hold of. A tiny tongue darted from between steel teeth and lapped up the crimson liquid. Tyranus smiled, and continued to feed Pinkie his blood.

“Kill him,” Abaddon ordered. Brukar stepped forward his eye lenses lighting up with purple fire. Tyranus took Pinkie and pushed her up into his bolt wound. He could feel her dig her way up into him biting painfully into his flesh and sucking his precious lifeblood to nourish herself. A feral grin spread onto Tyranus’ face as he came to his feet and his hands gripped onto the handles of his chainaxes.

Tyranus gunned the engines of his axes, the teeth spinning in air. He spat at Brukar’s feet. Brukar stepped forward and swung his staff, flames spewing from the end. Tyranus caught the staff on one of his axes and swung his other into the tactical dreadnought armor. His blade struck and sparked off of the metal but didn’t do much more than scratch the paint. Brukar brought his free hand up and spread fire beneath Tyranus’ feet. The World Eater pushed the staff away and rolled from the flames. He felt a painful twinge in his gut as Pinkie took another bite out of him.

Brukar sent another few bursts of fire after Tyranus. The World Eater was not used to running from a fight, but this was different. He had never faced a sorcerer with such power before. Brukar slowly strolled after Tyranus, spouts of flame erupting underneath each boot step. The masonry of the walls burst apart with each explosion, raining dust and chunks of rock down onto the combatants. With every swing of his staff Brukar sent a torrent of warp fire at Tyranus. The World Eater continued to run, dodging and rolling away from the Thousand Son.

Tyranus could feel Pinkie digging around inside of him, pushing further towards his kidney. Pain shot through his nerves and with a snap Pinkie popped out of her master’s armor.

“Here’s Pinkie!” she yelled as she hopped towards Brukar. Nimbly she dodged every spout of flame that the Thousand Son summoned. She jumped directly for Brukar’s faceplate but was halted mid-way as Twilight lunged from behind her master’s head. The two daemons tumbled to the ground and rolled about. Pinkie gnashed her fangs and Twilight tried to throw Pinkie off of her so she could cast a spell.

Tyranus used the distraction to charge Brukar and slam one of his axes into the staff Brukar wielded. His other axe he used to uppercut Brukar, catching the Thousand Son’s chin and ripping the helmet from his head. The chainaxe snapped through the staff. Brukar slammed his fist into Tyranus’ chest. Blood spurted through the hole in Tyranus’ body and pain shot through his chest.

Tyranus’ chest plate collapsed and crumbled. The World Eater fell to his knees as his vision clouded. Blood began to leak from his lips and nose as he looked up at Brukar’s eyes. He could feel his organs begin to shut down and his primary heart refused to beat anymore. The Thousand Son looked to be without age, but reeked of old books and the sickly sweet smell of the warp. He had dark hair that fell to his neck in long curls that framed his young and perfect face with unmarked, porcelain skin.

“What World Eater? Are you going to proclaim blood for the Blood God?” Brukar mocked.

“No,” Tyranus grinned again up at Brukar, his chest heaving as his body tried to compensate for the massive trauma he had endured.

“Why do you smile, berserker?” Brukar asked as he wrapped his massive fist around Tyranus’ throat.

“Blood for the Blood God,” Pinkie said in Brukar’s ear just before she bit into Brukar’s face.

The tiny daemon took her time with the Thousand Son, chewing ever so slowly. Tyranus listened as bone crunched and blood spurted around his daemon. Brukar screamed as Pinkie chewed her way around his head, sucking in his eyes with an audible slurp and pulling his tongue up out of his mouth, silencing him.

Finally Pinkie began to consume his brain causing the Thousand Son to keel over as blood poured from his head. Pinkie popped out of her recent meal and looked at her master.

Tyranus held his chest as he bled out his last. His chest plate was obliterated and beneath his flesh had been pulped. Tyranus could feel only one heart beating weakly still trying to move blood around his body to help repair the damage. Pinkie crawled up to his face and placed her hooves on his cheek.

“Let’s go master, we have to go eat that big black meanie,” she said happily. Tyranus looked down the corridor to see Abaddon’s lost leg lying there but of the Warmaster there was no sight. Tyranus could also see the corpse of Twilight Sparkle lying on the ground with her throat ripped out.

“Go on Pinkie,” Tyranus told her as he lost feeling in his limbs.

“What do you mean?” she asked him.

“Go find him,” Tyranus ordered her. “I’ll see you at the throne,” Pinkie’s face fell into sorrow.

“But we have to eat the Emperor, master,” she said, putting her hooves around Tyranus’ cheek.

“Find a new master, little one,” Tyranus flashed a genuine smile to Pinkie.

Pinkie hugged Tyranus until his last breath, the mark on his cheek burning until his soul was sucked into the warp to be added to the endless pile of skulls that Khorne called his throne.

Abaddon sat in the apothecarion as a metal appendage was attached to his knee. The Legion had come away from the monastery with the remainder of the Marauder’s gene-seed. The organs were being stored deep within the ship awaiting new recruits.

Abaddon watched as his nerves were connected to the metal of his new augmetic leg. He flexed the hand he took from Horus and thought about Tyranus’ betrayal. The World Eater had managed to get the jump on him, it would not happen again.

The servitor, under the watchful eye of an Apothecary, worked silently. The lights flickered for a moment. Abaddon looked up at the ceiling. There had never been a problem with power on any of his ships and he would not tolerate it now of all times. The door to the Apothecarion slammed shut loudly and the vox crackled to life.

Warning: Foreign body detected. Automatic lockdown activated.

Abaddon tried to move his leg and was awarded with pain up to his waste. The lights flickered again and fell dead. Dull, red emergency lighting came on. The Apothecary stood, but the servitor continued its workings on the Warmaster’s leg.

The Apothecary walked to the door and tapped instructions into the rune pad. Nothing happened. The Apothecary spoke into his vox bead for a moment. There was a pause and then he spoke again, ordering a team to come cut them out.

The Apothecary began walking back to Abaddon when he suddenly tripped. The Apothecary tried to turn over when he was yanked back underneath one of the stations where Abaddon could not see him. The Apothecary screamed and kicked as something pulled his organs out of his armor and blood began to fountain up into sight.

Abaddon ripped the servitor from the ground and threw it across the Apothecarion. The Warmaster stood and limped his way over to the door flexing his massive claw. He looked down at the Apothecary to see the entire front of his armor stripped away to expose his flayed flesh.

Abaddon heard a clink from his right. He turned his head to see a little pink daemon with a black and red robe with a black mark of Khorne sewn onto the back.

“Hi!” Pinkie Pie said cheerfully as she jumped over Abaddon’s head. Abaddon tried to grab a hold of Pinkie, trying to kill the creature.

“Stand still!” Abaddon commanded. Pinkie wouldn’t listen.

“I ate your friends,” Pinkie said as she flipped off of the Despoiler’s shoulder guard and darted into the dead servitor, quickly tunneling into it. Abaddon drew his bolt pistol and put several rounds into the servitor. Pinkie jumped out of the body and onto Abaddon’s one good boot.

“I even ate the others, the big green one tasted really bad,” She stuck out her tongue. Pinkie scrambled up Abaddon’s armor as the lord of the Black Legion tried to swat her from his body. Pinkie came to rest on his shoulder guard.

“Now I’m going to eat you,” Pinkie smiled, showing her steel teeth, and lunged for Abaddon’s face.

Author's Note

Thank you for enjoying my story. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Death to the False Emperor. If any of you wish to use this type of idea for another fic I just ask that you put my name somewhere in an accreditation and I'm open to a collab for this idea as well.