- Location - Ghiscari Hills -
- Time - Six Hours Since the Massacre of Astapor -
Within a deserted cave within the rolling hills of Ghiscari lay a giant of a man with only some rags to cover his lower appendages. A woman sat opposite, facing the entrance, with a Vox behind her back and a dragon lying just opposite both humans.
Jill looked over the edge of the entrance, seeing the endless plains of Old Ghis with ruins only a few miles away. The battle had been one of the most bloody she had ever seen, with her god cleaving men apart like nothing she had ever seen. Those foolish people believing her god was some daemon made her sick.
Jill's eyes looked over the sleeping Nazareth with tints of happiness and exhaustion, as she had to carry or drag her sleeping god over ten miles (16 km), and honestly, he isn't the lightest. Throughout the full process of finding a cave and dragging Nazareth, the dragon hadn't once left her god's side, staying close yet not on top of the sleeping man.
- Location - Nazareth's Mind Space -
The once-white, endless space of Nazareth's mind was covered in red, with viscous blood and guts floating upwards. At the centre of this blood room was Nazareth, looming over a pile of skulls, completely covered in blood.
Shrieks of pain were completely overwhelming Nazareth as, with a thrust of his legs, the pile of skulls collapsed; however, before Nazareth could gain his bearings, roars of anger came from around him.
The blood and guts, floating like a river towards the endless sky, started to manifest as a beast drenched in blood, with daemonic scriptures and images etched about its skin, starting to leave the river.
The shouts for blood and skulls became louder as the beast reared its head, revealing its lines of serrated and pristine, blood-marked teeth. The beast's eyes were blood-red as its feet pushed from the ground, becoming like a bullet as it charged towards Nazareth.
Nazareth's sword, already drawn and drenched in guts, met the charging beast as they began to brawl.
Steel versus teeth, each vicious attack of the beast was blocked by Nazareth. His sword screamed as the metal was bitten and scratched by the beast's rows of molecule-sharp teeth.
The beast charged, aiming for Nazareth's leg, who, in response, swung his sword towards the beast's hind. In a blur of blackish gold/silver steel and reddish-black skin, roars emanated from both of them as the beast's teeth sank into Nazareth's calf, whilst in return, his sword cleaved the beast's behind, sending it into the air.
The beast, now missing its lower half, screeched at the top of its lungs, further burying its jaw into Nazareth's calf.
Seeing that the beast wouldn't let go, Nazareth threw his sword to the blood-covered floor before grabbing the jaws of the beast with both hands and forcibly pulling the teeth out of his leg. The roar of determination from Nazareth made the blood around them shake as finally Nazareth pulled the beast's jaw away from his leg and, with a pain-filled action, ripped the beast in two.
The shouts of blood and skulls, previously all-encompassing, quietened as Nazareth's breath sucked all nearby air into his lungs.
"BLOOD! SKULLS! BLOOD! SKULLS!"
Shouts like he was in a colosseum began to become tangible as his surroundings turned from the blood-filled room into a colosseum with stands filled with daemonic figures chanting their want for more blood.
The floor, still saturated in blood, turned to red sand, as the river of guts and pieces of humans and beasts floating into the sky became skulls which fell like a torrent before forming a pile of skulls with a throne. From above the colosseum came a roar of anger and rage as blood began to rain down onto the surrounding daemons.
The already excited daemons, seeing this happen, started chanting with fervour.
"KHORNE! KHORNE! KHORNE!"
With each stomp of their feet, the ground shook as from the red-tinted sky and clouds came apart a 'being' covered head to toe in blood-coloured bronze armour, its V-shaped chest design split as if a maw were part of the armour, fire exploding from its opening. At the top of the armour was the skull of a devil with four sets of horns, which constantly changed. The daemon's slits for eyes, tinted with the souls of dead beings, looked at Nazareth with glee.
"Welcome, Slayer. You have brought death and blood to every step of your battle. Your fury and anger have greatly pleased me. You shall become mine, to continue the endless slaughter which you shall spread."
Nazareth's eyes looked at this god, who sat upon a throne of skulls with blood falling like a tsunami surrounding it. Fear and anger at being forcibly made to come here swelled within Nazareth; his once-calm demeanour fully changed as the shouts for him to charge this god became louder.
- Location - Ghiscari Hills -
- Time - Seven Hours Since the Massacre of Astapor -
Jill looked worriedly at the night sky outside the cave. She looked back to see her god's skin turn red, and faint flesh appendages began to form on his back. Viserion, the ever-watchful dragon, looked at Nazareth's sleeping body with worry as its changes became more and more evident.
She began to inspect the 'holy' body as her worry turned to fear when the appendages on her liege turned to blood sacs, which grew larger by the second.
Her actions didn't go unnoticed by Viserion, who looked at the scene with suspicion; however, he still lay ever vigilant as Jill started to turn Nazareth's unconscious body to look at the new marks appearing.
Nazareth's skin began to turn red and bleed as markings of a stylised skull rune with an X-shape and a bar at the bottom began to appear on one of his hands, whilst the other still remained her lord's normal skin tone. She looked more into the unturned hand to see a necklace her god had given to that foolish woman, being nearly crushed by her lord's grip.
- The Colosseum -
Nazareth looked at this daemon as he picked up his blood-drenched sword and started to rapidly accelerate towards the daemon on the throne. The other daemons watching this scene started screaming with excitement, as if this were the first bit of entertainment they had ever experienced in millions of years.
Khorne sat upon his throne, looking the happiest he'd been since the consumption of Khaine. As Nazareth neared the edge of the pile of skulls, with a simple wave of Khorne's hand, Nazareth was flung back, sending the demi-god crashing into the stands where daemons began to charge at the man.
Nazareth's sword swung rapidly, decapitating and separating the limbs of the daemons around him. The other daemons watching this battle grew hungry as every daemon within the stand stood up and started to run towards Nazareth. They even started to battle one another to see who could face Nazareth. The once orderly colosseum turned into a bloodbath as blood flowed from the rows of seats into the centre of the colosseum.
Khorne, overlooking this bloodbath, looked at this chaos with a bronze, broken smile marring his lips. Inside the Chaos God was the excitement of this battle as Nazareth cleaved and slaughtered Khorne's daemons with ease.
- Within the Cave in the Ghiscari Hills -
Jill looked with fear as she watched the blood sacs on her god's back become larger and larger until they completely covered Nazareth's back and began overflowing onto his heels.
Her fear began to overwhelm her as she looked at the sacs constantly expanding with some sickening crunching and snapping. She looked at the still unturned palm with the necklace and began to try to pry her lord's grip away.
The unconscious Nazareth's death grip on the necklace firmly held it in place as Jill put her full weight into trying to pry the hand open. From behind her came Viserion, who looked at the rapidly degenerating situation and saw the untainted hand, realising the same as Jill.
With both woman and dragon trying to open Nazareth's hand to retrieve the necklace, the sacs exploded as blood and tissue flew over the cave and washed over the pair. From the sacs emerged blood-red bones with thin flesh attached to them. The horror and shock on Jill's face made her actions even more hurried as both she and Viserion tried to pry Nazareth's hands open.
Jill, looking in desperation as the wings of blood on Nazareth's back grew even larger, grabbed her las-pistol and shot at Nazareth's hand. The supercharged photons splattered at Nazareth's skin, yet the white of his skin showed no change.
Suddenly, however, the hand opened as Jill immediately grabbed the necklace and, with swift actions, placed it around her lord's neck like she had seen him do to that bitch of a woman.
- The Colosseum -
The battle turned into a massacre as any daemon that got close to Nazareth was cut into pieces. Nazareth marched directly to Khorne as the giant of a daemon looked with happiness at his soon-to-be champion.
With a thrust, Nazareth launched himself directly at Khorne, his voice yelling in anger and fury as his sword carved the bronze armour of the god of skulls.
Before Khorne could even retaliate by slicing this overconfident primarch, a light of green and white dazzled from Nazareth's neck, and with a great flash of golden and green light, Nazareth disappeared from Khorne's realm.
This sudden disappearance made Khorne go mad as he stood from his throne. The daemons fighting and enjoying the bloodbath turned to run as Khorne manifested his sword and, with a powerful slice, carved the colosseum and everything in it where Nazareth had once been. A great chasm from the throne to the edges of Khorne's domain caused the domain to shake as Khorne roared a guttural and primal anger at this sudden disappearance.
From beyond Khorne's domain, in the land of knowledge and mystery, a gigantic blue-eyed and tentacled beast floated from the ground and, hearing this guttural roar, turned to look into his enemy's domain. This action was repeated by a purple beast of a man and a woman who stopped in her tracks at defiling a new plaything. A green, pus-covered blob of flesh stopped stirring his pot as gremlins looked at their grandfather as the blob turned to see what had caused such a ruckus.
- The Cave -
A sudden light of gold and green completely overwhelmed Jill and Viserion as they had to turn away as the night sky burned with new colours. The surrounding tribesmen moving through the hills turned and ran away at the sudden brightness as they saw night turn to day before returning to night.
As the brightness dulled, Jill turned to her god to see the once bone and blood-tinted fleshy wings on his back disappear as gold and green particles tore at the flesh.
The body of her lord, once red, turned white as his hand, once marked with a daemonic symbol, turned to normal.
Nazareth's sword, once drenched in blood, began to sparkle as it greedily sucked all the fallen green and golden particles from Nazareth's back. The blood wings completely disintegrated, only leaving faint marks on both of his shoulder blades.
Jill looked at her lord with fervour as she began to pray. Viserion looked at Nazareth with suspicion as the man began to wake.
Nazareth's eyes flickered open as the realisation of what had occurred kicked in. With a sudden scream of pain, anger, confusion, and nearly every emotion, erupted from the man.
Nazareth's eyes looked at his skin, once covered in blood, now clean and white as a pigeon's feather. He looked at his chest to see the necklace he once gifted and took back from Daenerys, and then his eyes darted to Jill before suddenly pulling the woman into an embrace.
(AN: 2K words... I hope you guys liked this chapter. Might push out two for this weekend idk. If not ill see you monday! So BYE BYE RAHHHHHH!)