C206: Screwing the lord of Plagues (Not Clickbait, Gone Wild)
Alt Title teaser: 100 chapters of ideas in the making.
Date published: 4/6/2025.
If the alt title stuff isn't obvious, I envisioned this chapter long ago, in fact it was around the time that we even got the second magic. This chapter was originally supposed to be the second half of the last chapter but I chose to make it it's own and I was running out of time so the quality dropped there but this should make up for it.
Finished this chapter in one sitting since I already had so much envisioned, but this also made me go to sleep late since i was Locked In.
If you enjoy this chapter then know that this is how every chapter for this book was 'supposed' to be but I got lost in the horny loop and was still recovering from my first book's character design. I dont think smut writing is it for me unless its proper relationship smut like it was in my first and only other book (Divine Blood). Amateur author move by me, I apologize and ENJOY.
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Climbing up a dangerous jagged mountain, a tall man, or boy if he can be called that takes a moment of rest to double check his gear as parts of it have melted off, exposing his skin to the noxious gases. He is close to the peak which houses an ominous black castle with the thickest set of mist around it. Double checking the quality of the gear one last time, he is about to proceed on further until he finds that the noxious green mist that ravages the entirety of this world recedes and lessens until it's comparable to the baseline ground level.
The man wipes his eroded goggles and his vision gives him the sight of a man walking through the green mist, the actual most shocking factor is that the mist becomes clearer and clearer until it's as if it's not even there touching the unknown man's clothing.
Wearing a fashionable black trenchcoat, the 'man' with blue hair steps before him as he raises his hand to wave at himself.
"Hey there, gods these mountains are killer, they all look the same with the exact same castles. And none of the owners are nice hosts" The blue haired man childishly complains as he observes the almostly completely covered man and his metallic scythe in hand, grip intensifying as the unknown man steps closer.
"Stay back Psyker, lest I flay you here and now before I continue on my mission" The armored covered man grips his scythe with both hands and partially raises it.
The blue haired man raises his hands in surrender, a glyph of some sort on the palm of his hands. "I mean no harm Lord Mortarion, I have heard of your valor from distant lands and have journeyed far to deliver onto you the help you need to reach your goal this day….or at least before 'he' arrives" the man lowers his hands into a waist lowered bow towards the man opposite of him.
"And where and what is this assistance that you offer, yourself? You barely reach my waist, you also lack the muscles to even wield a basic sword, how could you be of help to me?" the now named Mortarion looks with doubt in his eyes at the child before him who continues to be unaffected by the poisonous air around them.
"I offer the very technique which I use to turn the acidic air around us into my own physical strength. If you accept to learn then you will immediately gain the strength you need to kill the High Overlord by…your…own ... ..hands." the child makes his offer and holds out his hand to shake mortarions, should he accept.
Cough cough, Mortarion coughs as the filter of his mask begins to break, panic sets in as in the current condition should have only set in when he got much closer to his destination but the delay of the person opposite of him had caused significant damage now, yet his proposition is very tempting.
"This isn't some cursed psychic ability that requires sacrificing my soul to use?"
"Of course not, if anything, this technique can be considered the eternal bane of all psychic abilities." The last shred of hesitation seems to leave Mortarion as he reaches up but the man lifts his hand slightly out of reach. "You will understand what i mean by that in due time but I do have one request for you if you accepts"
"What is it?" Mortarion says with ragged breaths now as it rapidly starts getting harder to breathe.
"Always stay true to yourself, no matter who follows you, where you end up. Never falter in the easy path." the two lock eyes as Mortarion processes the severity of the words but after years of fighting, having hundreds of people follow him, he is nothing if not resolute.
Clasping the unknown mans hand in a firm grip, "Teach me this method of yours, I do not have much time."
"Oh you have plenty of time, but I don't have to teach you, you already know the method. Just be sure to start rushing up when you wake up" the blue haired man says and with the final bit, Mortarion finally feels a burning sensation from his clasped hand, he tries to pull back but he is locked firm as he is brought to his knee before the other man's hand pulls away.
Mortarion finds a similar glyph to what was on the man's hand is now on his. A triangle in the center of a square with a circle inside of it (square->triangle->circle). As this glyph lights up brighter, Mortarion can feel a sense of power but also weakness as his mask slips down by the unknown man's hand so that he may vomit out a large amount of unknown black sludge.
Mortarion nearly collapses from weakness but is moved to a more comfortable position by the mysterious man who just branded him. He loses consciousness and only awakens a few hours later.
He finds that with the exception of his scythe, the rest of his gear and even parts of his clothes have melted but he feels great, an unknown strength courses through him as he takes a look at the branded rune that is still glowing and draining the surrounding mist to fuel his energy reserves. He attempts to turn it off and finds that his own ponent psychic energy which he abhors to use can turn it off and on.
The most surprising effect he has found is that when he turns the rune off, the leftover energy in it augments his physique, making him physically stronger. Partially understanding the mysterious person's words, he no longer wastes time as he restarts his trek up the mountain once more. He maintains the rune on to keep himself safe but also regularly turns it off to strengthen himself in preparation of killing his foster father.
Finally arriving at the high citadel of Barbarus, Mortarion slays the guards but knowing the strength of his 'father', he knows that he would need to gather up much more strength, he eyes the dead bodies of the infernal creatures he just slayed.
Placing his branded hand atop the corpse, a pulse of energy covers the corpse before returning to Mortarion as his veins bulge and he let's out a groan from the flush of energy that is actively working to enhance his body. Feeling the rush, he touches the other corpse and experiences the same boost. He now makes it his mission to strike down on every daemon he can before the final encounter.
SWISH SWISH, SPLURT "GAH"
69 daemon have fallen at mortarions hands, he has absorbed all of them but when he tries to do so on the last one, he finds the previously blue rune has morphed red and he no longer felt himself gaining more strength. He could only assume he met some sort of limit but what does it mean for the rune to be red.
Getting no answers, he finally enters the throne room belonging to his foster father, The high overlord of Barbarus, Necare.
The two share meagre words before Necare's body begins to morph into his full Dark Eldar form. Having lived hundreds of years oppressing and killing people, his body grows larger and horned as if a balrog of psychic energy as compared to fire from the original.
Mortarion surprises Necare with his speed and strength as his claws are severed by the scythe yet the weapon also becomes greatly damaged as it never got to be strengthened.
Mortarion and his 'father' begin a game of tag as Necare seeks to draw distance to allow himself to unleash a potent psychic burst to hurt and capture Mortarion, hoping to find the secret of his newfound strength that is his equal or better.
"ARGHHHHH" Their fight continues for a while before Mortarion finally gets behind Necare, placing his branded hand by the tail end of his father, he hoped to pull himself up to get a jump on his head and cut it off, yet upon contact, the red glowing rune pulses outward as all the excess energy acts akin to a contact based bomb that directly blows off the draconic tail off of Necare who howls in pain. Mortarion is knocked back but as he takes in the scene and hears his fathers cries, he gains a maniacal smile that can be seen behind the meagre cloth he wears around his face which he tore off the guards on his way here.
Experiencing the deathly wound, Necare has no time to gain anymore distance than what is currently available, he unleashes a psionic bomb that blasts Mortarion away, his scythe all but obliterated with the exception of a few shards left in the young leaders hand.
CLANG
Mortarion stabs the piece of metal he has left into the floor to stabilize himself as he begins crawling forward, only to be struck by more psyker energy to push him away, getting further and further away, Mortarion grits his teeth as he holds his hand out.
"Huh?" with a confused sound, Mortarion finds the pressure on him has been dispelled as he finds it all being funneled into the rune.
" "This technique can be considered the bane of all psychic abilities" " Mortarion remembers the words of the mysterious man who branded him. He begins to trudge forward as he still feels some push but his newfound strength allows him to resist it as he makes his way forward, closing the gap.
The rune is once again red and mortarion blows off a piece of the 'balrogs' guts before unleashing a flurry of blows, he uses the rune to absorb any attempts to retaliate by his father, punch after punch, his sadistic grin can't disappear as finally tears start dripping down his face.
"AHHHHH" He yells as he releases a few last strikes before he stops attacking when he feels these tears, lifting up his hands which are coated in purple blood of his now bloodied, beaten and defeated father.
Mortarion pants from exhaustion as he cant help but stare at his fallen father, with a resolute expression, he does not immediately execute the bastard as mortarion makes his way back down the mountain, of course, he is dragging the beastly former king of Barbarus down with him.
Along the way, he meets the other members of the death guard who were waiting for him. They all have shocked expressions, especially none more than Calas Typhus who did not think that Mortarion could actually do it all by himself. Yet the real shock is that he has lost all his armor and most of his clothes but remains mostly unharmed due to the rejuvenating energy of the rune.
"We return VICTORIOUS"
"YEAAAAAAAHHHHHH" the soldiers cheer at their final victory, reclaiming their home on behalf of all humans.
Yet their return is short lived as talks of a 'savior' are heard, someone who has been healing the regular people. Mortarion's first duty should have been to meet with this unknown individual but he chooses otherwise.
"Gather everyone who can, to bear witness to my announcement" He tells his death guard who spread the news and within half an hour, a short stage is set up. Mortarion wields a new scythe in hand as Necare lies spread eagle with his limbs tied up. Death guard members hold the other ends of the ropes but the eldar is unconscious from the pain of today's fights and journey.
A crowd gathers around as they look at Mortarion's imposing figure, they are also wary of the creature held in the center of the stage.
"MY people, today, I bring great news, The high Overlord has been brought low and now lies before you all. For years we have suffered, for years we were nothing but food and entertainment for these creatures. For years, our brothers, sisters, parents have suffered or died before our eyes because of them and this poison we breathe. I tell you now that Barbarus is OURS. We will no longer kneel before these creatures, no longer act as entertainment, WE STRIKE OUT TODAY and END this menace. Take up arms"
His death guard hold a variety of weapons for any and all villagers to take up, most can barely wield them due to a lack of strength but none fall. Their eyes burn in rage as under the death guards guidance, they encircle the captured overlord.
"RISE. HACK!!" Swish Swish Slice, "AHHHH"
Necare thrashes against his bindings but more death guard join in to hold him down, just barely, Mortarion has to stomp on his head to remind his foster father of his place.
"RISE AGAIN, HACK!!!"
The second barrage of weak but meaningful blows comes down from all the villagers, many get splashed with blood as fervor takes over them.
"RISE!" Mortarion lifts his own scythe with both hands.
"HAAAAACK!!!!!" bringing down his own scythe along with all the other villagers and death guard, Mortarion bisects the eldars head while others chop him up limb from limb.
"THIS IS OUR HOME" "woohoo" Cheers meet Mortarion as they agree with his words, knowing that a new age is coming on the horizon.
A pair of watchful eyes stare at Mortarion as they celebrate like they never have before.
Historians from the future would look back on this time as a pinnacle moment that completely changed the course of the galaxy, the rise of the 'Pure' Primarch. Yet how he gained the mysterious rune of [devouring] was never discovered yet a bounty was placed for the unknown blue haired child that had found Mortarion and gifted him this power.
Even other future traitor legions had grown further than their canonical selves as they had mortarion AND Guilleman to look up to. But while Guilleman followed the rules, Mortarion did what needed to be done, risking himself the most to ensure victory for hundreds of years. It was even his scythe which eventually cut down his brother Horus before he could even enter the golden palace on Terra.
Elsewhere, CLANG CLANK CLANG. "HOW, how could I have lost my beautiful grandson?" A fat tub of green lard tips over a cauldron filled with the most noxious toxin he could create, his regular treats to a certain trophy of his.
The lord of death remains unaware that he has been locked in a time bubble that rapidly moves forward in time, The lord of plagues soon finds himself in agony as he spiritually links himself to another version of himself.
This version is all wrapped up in dandelions which have grown used to the toxins of his body and continue to sprout and feed on him. These sensations are shared with the current Nurgle before the time bubble collapses and Nurgle finds himself confused of what is going on, yet his misery does not end there as the caged little bird he has been sharing his love to is missing. Only one name comes to his mind, a name he gained from the link with the other timelines Nurgle.
"AXELLLLLLLL GRAAAAAAAAAAMMMM." his shout shakes the immaterium as all the other lords learn of the split timeline, Khorne continues his nonchalant demeanor as he claps at Nurgles misery, Slaanesh' desires grow larger and remain unfulfilled, Tzeentch continues playing the game as he encroaches on Nurgles territory, thanking Axel for his continued service and the enjoyment at the again newest situation.
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Alt Title: Rise of Mortarion's, new Destiny, elf-napping
Word count: 2760
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