|Phoenix King of Eldar
Author: LONGNodaichi PM
A prophecy has been made to herald the Rebirth of the Eldar Empire. But will only the Eldar rise from their ashes, or shall mankind benefit as well? Based very loosely on war hammer 40k and fantasy. No flames. Might even incorporate technology of star wars later. Up for AdoptionRated: Fiction K+ - English - Supernatural/Sci-Fi - Eldar - Chapters: 3 - Words: 23,274 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 8 - Published: 07-13-12 - id: 8317694
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Serrion and Khalia passed through Warp Gate and right away, they saw rows and rows of Eldar Warriors waiting for them. Serrion had his hood on to cover his face and Khalia led him to the Tribunal chamber.
"All hail the New Phoenix King! Serrion Uriel'tos!" One Exarch saluted and every warrior saluted him by raising the swords or guns. Khalia stopped for a brief moment.
"Raise your sword." It was the tradition for the leader of a war host, usually an Autarch, to raise his or her sword for army to raise morale. Serrion touched his blade. The handle slid up and revealed a new hilt and handle. He pulled out two swords and pointed the larger one in the air. The Eldar gave one organized roar to show their support. Serrion put his two swords back together into one and followed Khalia.
"Word travels fast." Serrion commented.
"You have no idea, Serrion. Your arrival is now the beacon of hope for all living Eldar, and now they will all look to you for guidance."
"Is that not the role of Farseers?"
"It is, but-wait...I sense others here. We must hurry." Khalia hurried with Serrion to the Tribunal. The members of the Council were there, along with others.
"Farseer Khalia Eldaanesh! It is a pleasure to see you again." Khalia recognized the voice and sighed. "Autarch Yriel..."
"It is High Autarch Yriel now. I have been given the control of Fleets of other craftworlds to protect them against Tyranid invasion." Prince Yriel, the self-proclaimed prince, exclaimed.
"You act almost like a primitive human, Yriel." Khalia said briskly. Serrion could sense that she did not like him already. Perhaps there was history behind them.
"I merely came here to greet the newest Phoenix King." Yriel explained to Khalia before coming to greet Serrion. Obviously, Yriel was sizing Serrion up as Serrion took off his hood, and the Autarch was silent. Khalia began comparing the two of them. Serrion was taller; Yriel was more decoratively dressed with black and blue robe on his armor. Serrion had a look of serenity and humility while Yriel had an haughty expression. Serrion wore the grey rune armor while Yriel wore a black one with a shield projector on his left arm.
"If it is not too presumptuous for me to ask, but may I have the pleasure of sparring with you?" Yriel put the bottom of his Spear to the ground, pointing it in the air. Serrion looked at it. A special singing spear also known as the Cursed Blade of House Ulthaanesh, was said to have the power of a dying sun. It was so powerful that it actually consumed Yriel's life energy. Perhaps that was why he was so selfish; he had to take care of himself extensively.
"Yriel!" Khalia snapped. "You dare demand such blasphemy on the Phoenix King?" The other members of the Tribunal along with the Admiral Council muttered.
"It is alright, Khalia." Serrion stated. "I would like to now what an "High Autarch" is capable of in a duel." Yriel smirked as Khalia nearly lost it. She knew that Yriel would try to fight Serrion to show his battle prowess off. He had always been such an arrogant bastard; Khalia knew that the battle was not going to be pretty. Even if Serrion was the Phoenix King and wielded the Blade of Khaine, Yriel was wielding the Spear of Twilight, a weapon almost as dangerous as Blade of Khaine. Each weapon had the ability to kill an adversary with a single cut; a duel between two highly skilled warriors would more or less lead to wounds, and the wounds cause by the special weapons would be fatal at least. At worst, they would be soul damning.
Serrion split his sword into two and swung them skillfully to get the feeling. This would be the first time that he would be wielding the Blade(s) of Khaine. He was no stranger to wielding of two swords; he was trained to and even favored it in his service to the Inquisition. But the Blades of Khaine were far longer than the ones he wielded, but they were also lighter. It was strange that the blades were larger than a power sword yet lighter.
Yriel spun his spear behind his back and stanced himself for combat. They looked at Khalia who gave them a nod to go. Yriel started first by stabbing at Serrion at multiple positions. Serrion blocked them skillfully and managed to trap the spear between his two blades. Then he put the spear to the ground and slid up the blades toward Yriel, who barely dodged by jumping over and retrieving his spear. Then he threw the spear, which was then knocked away by Serrion and it came back to Yriel's hand.
It was Serrion's turn to attack. Serrion both of his blades outward at the same time. Yriel dodged by crouching down and spun the spear with the rest of his body. Serrion blocked the blade by holding his left blade in reverse grip and slashed with his other sword. Now it was a test of strength between the two warriors, but Serrion knocked Yriel back with a well-placed side kick to the abdomen. Yriel somersaulted attacked; Serrion blocked and also jumped back for positioning.
From the duel, it was obvious that the duel was nowhere going to be short. "I am impressed by your skill. You are almost as good as Aenarion when I fought him in Khaine's trials.
Yriel smirked. "I thank you for your compliment. You are not so unskilled yourself."
"But I do stress the term "almost."" Serrion straightened his back. He put his sword together into its original one-blade form. Then he awakened it by whispering its true name. "Khaine, Telessar." The Telessar blade's sharp side slide down its length about a quarter way, revealing more runes that began to shine. Blue energy began to envelop and take shape around Serrion's right arm. The Telessar was surround by an energy sword akin to Wailing doom and a gauntlet formed around Serrion's left arm. "Let us continue."
Yriel has never seen energy being used like that. It was definitely not psykic energy; he did not sense it in his mind. But what he did know from instinct was that it was going to become dangerous for him. He jumped forward and thrust his spear. That attack was blocked with a single strike by Serrion. Serrion then swung Telessar like a great sword, knocking Yriel back several meters.
"Such force!" Yriel thought. "Where was this force coming from? Surely he does not have such physical strength!" Yriel scooted down the floor, but with quick reflexes, he jumped and landed on his feet. But before he could even stand up straight, Serrion was already there, with his sword behind him.
"By Vaul!" The Autarch barely dodged that by bending back to the extreme. Serrion predicted that so he side-swiped Yriel down to the ground, with Telessar near Yriel's throat.
Khalia smiled. "Perhaps Lord Serrion should call himself the High King of Telessar."
"That is not a bad title." Serrion commented as he deactivated his sword and helped Yriel up.
"What did you do? I have never seen a warrior change his weapon as you have." Yriel asked.
Serrion nodded. "Every Eldar weapon forged as a name of its own. The ancient the weapon, the more qualities it imbues. Telessar is only a part of the blade's true name. Over time, I will learn of the blade's true name and wield it to its fullest potential." He pointed at Yriel's spear. "Your spear may have its own name as well. And when you learn it, you will get more powerful as well."
The Tribunal members gathered around. "Now that your duel is over, we would like to go on with the official events. The return of the Phoenix shall bring all of the Craftworlds more united than ever. However, that lives behind the Exodites and other outcasts."
"They shall join us in their own accord soon enough." Serrion answered. "My first mission is to take back our lost worlds, one by one if we have to."
Yriel nodded. "Finally, we are taking an offensive action!"
The Tribunal members became worried. "This is a drastic action, my lord! We advise that more time be given to gain our strength."
Serrion looked at them hard. "Look around you. The Eldar are dying. It has stagnated far beyond what it should be. What is required is a drastic action. As we succeed, more and more shall come to our cause."
"But my lord. Your conquests shall cost us the lives of remaining Eldar. It may have been different for humans, but Eldar reproduction is far slower than those of humans or other primitives."
"I shall not send the lives of brave Eldar into a massacre; in war, sacrifices are required. But I shall make as little sacrifices as possible. What the Eldar need is a step forward, not backward or staying in the same place. My decision is final. Prince Yriel. You said I have your full support."
Yriel confirmed it, "Very well. I shall commence the invasion immediately. Our first target is the nearest world of Xana II."
Yriel took leave to set up the fleet while Serrion sat inside Khalia's mediation chamber. He meditated with Telessar in front of him.
"You are more ambitious than you let on." Serrion opened his eyes. He didn't need to turn to see that Khalia was coming with her Farseer robes. "You are not only looking to revive the Eldar."
"Nothing can get past you, can it?" Serrion spoke as he closed his eyes again.
"No...I know your peripheral name. Tell me of you ambitions."
"First, tell me why Yriel makes you angry." Serrion smirked and Khalia grew annoyed. "That is irrelevant to the situation here."
"Then I guess you shall not know of my true ambitions." He teased and Khalia sat behind him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "Why do you want to know?"
"There is an interesting relationship between you two. He is courteous, yet you treat him like a lowly animal." Serrion stopped his meditation and stood to face Khalia. "Care to tell me why?"
Khalia was in a slightly struggle but conceded. "Do you know what Yriel is famous for?"
"For his arrogance?" Serrion answered and Khalia smirked. "Well, yes...and that he is perhaps the greatest Naval Commander in Eldar History. He won hundreds of victories in space with the fleets. Also, he is famous for driving away the Hive Fleet Kraken when it attacked the Craftworld Iyanden. The spear he wields is called the Spear of Twilight, a legendary weapon said to have the power of a dying sun. And because he wields it, his soul is at the danger of being burned away."
"And that infuriates you?" Serrion raised one eyebrow and Khalia glared. "I am not finished! Anyway, he is a bastard member of the House Ulthaanesh, one of two noblest Eldar Houses, including Eldaanesh." She walked around. "For centuries, he has tried to court and marry me. And my house agreed."
"That is why you abandoned your house name." Serrion stated and Khalia nodded. "That was partly the reason. The House of Eldaanesh is extremely persistent. It still demands that I marry a suitable mate...and they believe Yriel is one." She gave an uncharacteristic motion and Serrioin shook his head.
"Now that I told you my answer, tell me your true ambitions. High King." Khalia mocked in a sweet voice.
"My ambition...is to revive the Eldar Empire and unite it with the Imperium of Man."
"What?" Khalia expected something as taking back the entire Eldar Empire, but uniting it with humans. "Has Khaine burned your mentality?"
"No, he has not." Serrion said seriously. "The Eldar and Mankind has already worked together before in the past, when the Eldar Gods and the God-Emperor worked to prevent the evolution of a new Chaos God. Of course, it has worked precipitously in the past, but it still worked. I know what you are thinking." He saw Khalia's skeptical look. "Mankind is now led to the ground by the Inquisition, becoming degraded and weaker. Soon, it will be as weak as the Eldar are, and we all will be consumed. The Eldar, as high and ancient as they are, were not meant to survive on its own."
Khalia looked at him strange. "You do realize that Eldar and humans have been at odds with each other for that long as well? Human have destroyed their worlds to the point the damage is irreversible. And their xenophobic religion drives all sorts of negotiations to the wall at best. Their patience lies not deeper than their tolerance."
"And Eldar hasn't?"
"The Eldar tried to help them! During their Horus Heresy! Or whatever others call it! Yet they repay by destroying our soul stones."
"And you left hundreds of planets be destroyed to save your soul stones and relics. I am not saying humans are not without fault. Both sides are." Serrion said and Khalia crossed her arms. "Your plans are unstable at best. It will not be supported by others, especially Yriel."
Serrion walked toward her and put his hand over her chest. "They won't know. But I told you...because I trust you."
Khalia looked into his eyes. "I...trust you too." She whispered.
"Now...do you want to make Yriel very disappointed?" Serrion stated.
"What are you implying?" Khalia was suddenly nervous. He slowly pushed her into the wall and closed the space between them. "W-what manner is this?"
"Stop lying to yourself." He put his lips to hers and Khalia soon joined in the kiss. It soon became passionate and she wrapped one of her long legs around his waist. She grabbed his head and pressed it against her. Soon they broke off for a breath and came together again.
"How...do...Eldar...look...on sexual activities?" Serrion asked during breaks.
"Sexual...activities...in reproduction...is...appropriate...however...just for...PLEASURE..." She moaned as Serrion rubbed into her. "is looked down on...Hedonism..." She decided to become aggressive and knocked Serrion to the ground with her on top. She continued to kiss him.
"I...shouldn't be doing this...but..." She still did it. Then she raised herself, straddling his waist. She began to unravel her robe and let it slide down, revealing her beautiful body to her lover. Her skin was creamy pale, and her hair was loose to her shoulders.
"I...is it right ...to do something so...selfish..." She was nervous and unsure. Serrion rose up to meet her. "The other reason I want to unite humans and Eldar...is you."
"If mankind and Eldar can unite...I can be with you..."
"You would...save the world just for me? But...we just met..."
"Then why does it feel so right?" He claimed her lips and she pushed him down along with herself. She wanted to dominate him, the Phoenix King. She wanted him...
Then she felt a bulge at her lower regions and she briefly separated from Serrion. "I see somebody is excited." She looked at him with passion that Serrion never saw. And he knew he had just created a monster...
Yriel had outdone himself in bringing in the perfect Autarchs for precision strikes and for frontal assaults. Autarchs Kaleth and Autarch Bhathistan were two of the most experienced Autarchs in all of craftworlds; he had made some friends during his tenure as High Admiral.
"This Phoenix King." Autarch Kaleth, a female Eldar with Blue hair and purple eyes asked. "Is he truly the one?"
"He has only come to this world yet he has great battle prowess." Yriel commented. They were currently on his ship, traveling to Ulthwe again. "And he knows more about Eldar powers; he is truly gifted by Khaine himself."
"And he launches a campaign for our lost worlds? Even he must realize that we are not ready for a full-scale war with primitives." Bhathistan, a burly Eldar with dark red hair and black eye, stated. "Either he already has a plan or he is bloodthirsty, perhaps both."
"We Eldar always have plans, strategies, tactics, foresights. Far greater than any other races..." Yriel proudly claimed. "And I am tired of having to protect only. We must be aggressive again to reclaim our empire."
"but you do know there is no way for our ranks to replenish. Primitives may breed without conscious and flourish in an year; we, however, require at least ten years."
Yriel turned to them. "Tyrion the Conquerer did not expand the empire without sacrificing his warriors! He did not step up to the Crown without risks!"
"So that is who you want to be? A hero with the likes of Tyrion?" Kaleth said dryly.
"I have the potential! I shall be the Phoenix King's Right Hand!"
"Again, your potential for arrogance is limitless." Bhathistan snapped. "I have created preemptive strike patterns and strategies for the conquest of Xana II. Do you want to look at it?"
"Not yet!" Yriel looked away again. "The Phoenix King shall make decisions now."
Serrion meditated yet again, this time conversing with the Eternal.
Ynnead, the Eldar spoke of plans that you shall defeat the Chaos Gods once you have fully formed; is it true?
It is true in the sense that I can only defeat one Chaos God, the Dark One who has been born during the Great Fall. I cannot defeat the others for I have not enough strength.
Then what must we do? Even if I manage to unite the Eldar and Mankind, the Forces of Chaos will still be dominant.
Have faith, young one. For the Eldar Gods and your God-Emperor had created a plan...of great sacrifice.
Please tell me, mysterious one.
Your God-Emperor and the Eldar Gods devised the plan to overcome Chaos centuries before he had started his Imperium; of course, it was his folly that half his sons revolted against him after their corruption. But when the time was right, he wanted to sacrifice himself along with us to destroy the realm of Chaos when time was right; but that plan was interrupted by human rebellion. The Eldar Gods are either ephemeral or consumed. And your God Emperor is trapped in Golden Throne, trapped with peril and curse. For our plan to work again, he must be revived once again. And in place of the Eldar Gods, others must be sacrificed.
That is still questionable. As I began to grow more in collective consciousness, I had an expansive vision throughout the cosmos...and I have came up with one option, the C'tan.
You mean...the Gods of Necrons?
Simple put, but accurate. They are not gods, but those that control the metal husks. They have begun to echo in chasms of space, and they are returning. I do not know what they are saying, but it is definitely a calling. As they repeat over and over again.
I thank you for such enlightenment. Wise one. I shall make great use of this knowledge and give hope to the Eldar.
Not only to the Eldar, but the entire universe...The Chaos shall not rest until everything is consumed...and they are not the only threats our people face. There are so many mysterious that even I do not know in my state...so much power that has not been touched or lost...you must find them...
Serrion awoke from his meditation as Khalia came by. "There you are...the War Council has gathered. They await the Phoenix King."
He stood up and put his armor on his blade by tapping on his chest; The metallic, grey Rune armor fitted across his body quickly. He put his Blade of Khaine on his hip and walked out with Khalia.
"Who is at the meeting?" Serrion asked.
"High Autarch Yriel, Autarchs Kaleth and Bhastitan, and some of the Phoenix Lords themselves."
Serrion stopped. "Why have the Phoenix Lords come? I thought they had their ceremonial duties to perform in their temples."
"Phoenix Lords were formed by Asuryan, who was the right hand of Tyrion the Conqueror. Asuryan formed the ranks in the secret purpose of serving the Phoenix King should he rise once more."
Serrion started to walk again. "Are they fully at my disposal, or are they my guardians and advisors?"
"Yes to all." Khalia answered. "I hope you know what you are doing."
"I know." Serrion entered the War Council, where the members were already sitting down. They all rose in respect to their Leader. Serrion took off his hood and sat down at the end of the table, with Khalia standing beside him.
"I have called on this war council for one purpose...to revive the Eldar Empire. But I have the obligation as your leader to tell you everything." Serrion stated. "Those of you in this council is not to repeat what I am about to tell you to anyone, is that understood?" The council members nodded.
"I am the product of the collaboration of the Eldar Gods and the human God-Emperor." Serrion told the truth to his peers. "In other words, I am a human-Eldar hybrid. The reason for this was that they all foresaw a terrible event, where mankind would be consumed and twos Chaos Gods would rise, each from the Fall of Mankind and Eldar.
Terrible tension struck the room. Another Chaos god birth would surely mean the end of the universe.
"To counteract this threat, the Eldar Gods and the God-Emperor put themselves on a project, where a child of both human and Eldar heritage would be born to unite the two foreign empires into one-solid weapon against the Chaos. However...that plan was derailed when the human beings started to kill each other in their civil war. Along with the Fall of the Eldar, the project was incomplete and was delayed...until now." Serrion looked at his hand, and then at his peers. They all seemed to be very tense and focused on him greatly.
"The Eldar Gods were either consumed, captured, or very weakened. The Emperor is nearly dead...so their plans were pulled back. So...they did one thing that they could do...transfer what little they could spare into one human being...me. I am their legacy, both human and Eldar..." He looked at them. "My full name is Serrion Tyrael Uriel'tos. I have given all of you my trust in this matter. But, do I have yours?"
One of the two phoenix lords present stood up. "I...Asurmen of the Phoenix Lords, shall gladly serve you. I have distant memories of Lord Tyrion when he expanded our empire from the Age of Mythology. To lift my blade for your service is the greatest honor."
The Second Phoenix Lord also stood up. "I, Baharroth, also stand with Asurmen and with you, my lord. I shall cut through the winds of chaos and make a path safe for you."
The Autarchs were less willing, but they stood up anyway and stated their vows.
"I, Autarch Kaleth, solemnly swear to work for you in the greatest of my ability."
"As would I, Autarch Bhathistan, become your shield."
Yriel also stood. "You stand as the new hope not only for the Eldar, but for all the free people. Although humans are primitives and unrefined, you are not like them. No, you are far beyond them and even the Eldar. The gods have chosen you as their last hope. I shall stand as your right hand to wipe away all that stands in your way."
Serrion bowed his head in respect and honor. "Then, now let us decide upon the course of action to take."
"A human-Eldar hybrid?" Kaleth muttered as she discussed her plans with the other Autarchs only. "I would not have known if he had not told us. But that brings to question whether he truly stands with us, or the humans."
"If he wanted to have helped humans, he would have led them to the Craftworld directly. Humans tend to love such direct, simple strategies. But our lord is different." Bhathistan replied. "His strategies are among the best I have ever seen. He admits he is only 17 years old, yet he hold the wisdom of Farseers and Autarchs. Such is not the way of humans, but of a true eldar."
"Still, we must be cautious, as well as obedient." Yriel began to see the naval strategies come together in his head. "It is a brilliant strategy, I admit, but also risky."
"I never knew you to use the word risky." Kaleth briskly said. "You always led suicidal missions toward enemy fleets with only few ships."
"That is different." Yriel swept that aside. "I knew what I was doing every step of the way."
"And you are implying that the Phoenix King does not?"
"I am stating that I shall believe in his wisdom and prowess for strategy when this campaign goes smoothly. If he can take back Xana II without any trouble, I shall bow to him indefinitely."
"You already did."
Yriel scowled that his peer's comments.
Khalia gave out one last moan in her chambers and she fell down upon Serrioin. Gasping for air in pleasure, she looked at him strangely. "Do humans always mix work with pleasure?"
"I do not know. I only used to take orders, remember?" Serrion got off her head and put on her robe. "But I am thinking or variations of strategies I can use to take the sector. For that, I memorized every region of every planet of every sector, and used them in my strategies. What we rely on this time, is speed and confusion. As arrogant as Yriel may be, he is right in that humans, Orks, or even the Tau have the ability to strategixe as the Eldar can. I am guessing that much of me is Eldar."
"And you human half?"
"My ability to pleasure you." Serrion sat on the bed and kiss her neck. Khalia moaned and lean into him. "Humans...so barbaric, yet exciting..."
The Eldar Fleet of one thousand ships, along with the Warhost inside, floated toward the world of Xana II instantaneously. The world was theirs in less than a day with Serrion's strategies. And it was only the first world to fall under Serrion's might.
Worlds upon worlds were recovered. As much as their enemies tried to reclaim the worlds, they were no match for the Chosen of Khaine. His sword cut through daemons and chaos space marines as if they were only sand in air. His masterful attacks cut through them.
When he faced Chaos Lords, those were at least a decent challenges at most to him. The Chaos Lords' inhuman strength in addition to their martial prowess gave them an edge, but they still fell and burned under the might of Khaine's chosen. All their might given by the Chaos Gods, they were monsters in both reality and warp, those that had to be destroyed.
Lesser Daemons came in hordes...but they fell under the revenge of the Eldar God of War and blood. Through Serrion, his revenge agains the Chaos Gods was given, and he demanded more and more. As the lesser daemons came to him in the millions, Khaine granted Serrion the special ability to immolate everything around him. The attack was named "Reckoning Blaze", as it sent down the proper punishment of Khaine upon the abominations of the Warp.
As Serrion led his Fleet to greater victory, the worlds saved went through purification by fire, a slow process where the world was hit by a mighty Eldritch storm and all the abominations and corruption of that planet destroyed in psykic destruction and its soil destroyed so that new one would grow. The worlds would be habitable after 100 years of careful engineering and atmosphere cleaning. But still, they had gotten it back. Some of the planets were so corrupt that when they were cleansed, the entire planets blew up, leaving only specks behind. It was better than to have one destroyed than to leave it to the Chaos Gods; on that note, they were on the same page as the humans.
But even Serrion had great trouble when servants of the Dark Ones sacrificed thousands, even millions of themselves, to call upon the mighty Greater Daemon...the great Bloodthirster An'ggrath. The most revered and feared of Khorne's servants, it forced Serrion to retreat the war host back to the fleets, safe from the Daemon, but not he...not he...
The Blades of Khaine would not allow him to surrender. Even if others may fall, he could not.
They roared in anger and gave Serrion a surge or energy. It was nearly uncontrollable and forced him to release it at the surrounding, scorching the area in burning fire. He also gave Serrion the second name of the blades. Anarion
Serrion whispered "Telessar Anarion." And his two swords exposed their hidden runes and powers. The emitted energy and behind Serrion a huge shadow made of blood red flames formed. A shadow of Khaine itself. It resembled an Avatar of Khaine, except it was much more diabolical and huge.
The Greater Daemon, having no shred of fear in its body, roared and lashed its whip at Serrion. Serrion's movements were followed by the shadow behind him. The shadow grabbed the whip and had a tug of war with the Daemon. Serrion grunted as he commanded his new powers to pull more and more. An'ggrath leaped into the air and and nearly lifted Serrion with it. The warrior and shadow roared as they held onto the ground.
Then the daemon used its pull as an advantage and fell down on Serrion, using his momentum as an advantage. Khaine and An'ggrath now had a struggle of pure strength.
Serrion felt the strain on his body grow. "I swear...you are a pain in the ass." He yelled and kicked the daemon back a few steps. An'ggrath pulled out its mighty axe and swung. It missed, but it hit the ground, shattering tectonic plate they were on. Serrion huffed as he regained his footing. He was exhausted...fighting the Greater Daemon and using his imperfect powers.
An'ggrath charged to strike and Serrion embraced himself. But above the barren ground they were on, bolts of lightning came down.
"The Eldritch Storm!" Serrion gasped. The Eldar Ships were cleansing the area.
But An'ggrath was only aggravated by the attack. He roared against the storm and flew toward the Eldar Ships in orbit. Serrion jumped and grabbed the daemon and pulled it to the ground. The Daemon struggled, but Serrion held it in place with his Khaine's Shadow. He then lifted his two swords and combine them into it original form. It collected the lightning from the sky into the blade.
"Focus and direct." Serrion gritted his teeth and stabbed An'ggrath. The combined power of the Eldritch storm and the Blade of Khaine was sufficient enough to not only defeat the daemon, but to completely eradicate it within the flames of Khaine itself, burning its impurity.
Serrion was victorious, and he looked at his blades. He was not yet strong enough...but with battle experience, he would gain that power.
As Serrion promised, he delivered lost planets one by one. This gave hope to most of the Eldar, but troubling thoughts to some. Many believed that these military campaigns would eventually cost them in the long run and when all the enemies start attacking the Eldar, they would not have the means to crush them. Many of the humans and other aliens already attacked Eldar back, but Serrion and Yriel were there to defeat all of them back.
Serrion made a unique contribution; he would often encounter Eldar pirates and defeat them, giving them a choice to either join the Eldar empire permanently, gain independence as corsairs to attack alien fleets, or die under his hand personally. His fast-growing reputation gave those pirates a few choice...they mostly joined the Eldar Fleets and some of them became corsairs. One Eldar pirate dared to challenge Serrion, and Serrion sent his soul to Khaine gratefully.
At the end of five years, he had taken back 579 planets back to the Eldar, this became such a powerful setback for the Imperium of Man that they started to deploy attacks and fleets. Serrion was encroaching on Ork territory also, but he had them destroyed easily. Tau, despite their best efforts, could not gain the planets for their greater good.
As Serrion led his people to more victories, the Eldar became that much more emboldened. Some said that it was taking too much soldiers and that it would cause the collapse of Craftworlds. Others were still suspicious of this new Phoenix King, not believing if it was really the legend come true. But most others joined the cause to expand again. Exodites and Eldar from all the maiden worlds and craftworlds took on arms to join as warriors.
But unknown to the others, even Khalia, Serrion felt himself become more prone to anger and violence after each victory. The Blades of Khaine were becoming easier to use...and he was getting more powerful...but he felt as if his heart was on fire.
It became much worse when a warp storm hit and thousands of chaos space marines came. They were soldiers of Nurgle...the vile god that imprisoned the Eldar Goddess Isha for his own sport. They came in spurting disease and corruption as they went. The Eldar Fleet performed Eldritch storms to cleanse the planet, but the disease would not disappear.
Above, Serrion and the other leaders of the campaign saw the planet. The Muck Green was spreading across the planet like wild fire. The Sign of Nurgle, the diseased god.
"No matter how much we bombard the planet, the corruption is still there." Yriel spat. "Something is continuing the spread of the filth!"
"It is someone truly powerful...to have the power to spread such sickness inside the sector despite resistance." Khalia said.
"We have to destroy the focus of the spread." Serrion stated. "I shall go down myself and destroy the perpetrator."
"Excuse me, my lord." Autarch Khaleth stood in front of him. "I am afraid that not even you cannot stop the spread of this disease. Let us leave this planet and go toward another planet."
"You do realize then that this being will then go toward the very planets that we have saved?" Serrion glared at her. Even Khalia was amazed by Serrion's attitude. "I shall stop this being here and now!"
He stormed off, leaving the others be.
"The power has gone to his head." Khaleth turned to Khalia. "Either he survives, or dies."
Khalia saw the red in his blue eyes as he stormed off. Was the God Khaine trying to possess here beloved?
Serrion was warped down on to the planet, where the infection was the worst. He felt the disease trying to attach to his body, but his inner flame burned them before they got close.
"Annoying." He took his blade from his hip and swung them, around his body, burning everything, even the disease spreading molecules, with red and black flames. His background was a scorching wasteland, akin to what an volcanic eruption would create.
Serrion felt the flame trying to bring up his hate and anger, but with deep control, he kept it checked. It was very hard not to become consumed by his hatred for his obstacle.
"Finally, the victim shows himself." Serrion turned and saw from the red mist a shadow. A giant shadow of a space marine, yet mutated. He was at least ten feet tall. With black armor with black wings on his back. on top of the armor was a hood and a cloak. The armor had many tubes and pipes with a breathing mechanism. The most distinctive part was the scythe, the size of three men at least.
"The prey in the hunt finally comes to quarry." The voice was human, though there was gurgling and snorting in that. Serrion narrowed his eyes as he readied himself.
"Who are you?" He growled.
"I am...the Chosen Champion of Nurgle...the former son of Anathema...Mortarion..." The fallen Primarch drawled as he released toxin into the atmosphere from his body. Serrion shook his head and turned the air into flames again.
"The fallen Primarch of the Death Guard..."
"An Eldar knows of my origins...how interesting..." Mortarion stepped toward Serrion, with his each step on the ground, green bubbles and gas creeped up from the ground. Serrion jumped back to not expose himself toward the disease.
"Afraid of a little infection, aren't we?" Mortarion asked. "Then I have already won this fight." He raised his scythe into the air and stabbed it into the ground. "..." He chanted and the ground cracked as green gas came out of it. Serrion knew that he was summoning something.
He called the Eldar Fleet using his psychic link. "Khalia! Tell the fleet to focus its Eldritch storm down toward me!"
"But you will die!" She screamed in his mind.
"Just do it!" He yelled back as he spun his swords for a technique of his own. "Telessar, Anarion, Mirvuth" He spun his two blades in each of his hands as the Eldar Fleet centered itself in orbit. Multiple far seers on the Eldar ships began to prepare for the Eldritch storm while Khalia had the sole duty to concentrate it toward Serrion. "May Asuryan guide you." She whispered before the multiple lighting came toward her ship and she used all her power to redirect all of them toward Serrion.
Serrion felt that storm coming down on him. He raised his swords into the air, caught the attack, magnified it with his own power, and stabbed the ground.
From space, it was an explosion that destroyed quarter of the planet in less than a second. A giant explosion creating whirlwinds...ground cracking and immolating. Khalia feared for the worst as she saw the destruction.
But from the destruction, Serrion was still alive. somewhat hurt and burnt, but alive. He gasped as he stood up, wincing slightly in pain and lifting his sword up.
"That was impressive feat...even I am amazed by such assault."
Serrion's eyes widened as the shadow of the Primarch stood behind him. He jumped back to face his opponent, and saw Mortarion's disfigured form. The armor of the Daemon Prince was mostly destroyed, but it revealed the molten flesh, the diseased flesh of the inhuman being. The wings behind his back were no longer an armament, but real, black wings made of scalds. The aura that surrounded him was now intensified ten-fold. The power of such filth and darkness nearly made Serrion gag.
"I have never felt an attack of such magnitude...since I felt the aftershocks of my false-emperor's attack on Horus..." Angron's voice was no longer controlled; it was raspy and gurgling; Serrion could barely understand him. "But you are still a whelp in a game...the game of us gods."
"You call yourself a god?" Serrion asked. "You? A disgusting creature?"
"I am perfection of life!" Mortarion put his hand on his chest. "I am the cycle of death and life in one! I cannot truly die...for I am blessed with a body that transitions between life and death continuously."
"Anybody can be killed." Serrion growled. But he felt himself weaken greatly. He had used the vestiges of his energy to concentrate his last attack. He was weaker than when he was fighting Aenarion during his tests.
"That is...true...though I am must harder to kill." Mortarion lifted his scythe and stabbed himself, in Serrion's shock. But when he removed the scythe, the wound closed itself in ooze.
"I am immortal. This is the true power of Chaos. There is no truth...only survival." Mortarion charged at Serrion and Serrion gritted his teeth. He blocked Mortarion's attack, but the force he was fit with threw him back a hundred feet back, crashing him into a stone wall. He spat out blood on the ground.
"By Vaul." Serrion gasped in pain. But then he saw his blood burning on the ground, blue flames. "My blood...of course...Phoenix King's blood."
Mortarion struck again, but this time, Serrion allowed his arm to become slashed. Instead of blood flowing out, waves of blue flames raged from the wound.
"What is this?" Mortarion was shocked at this phenomenon. Serrion moved his body so that the flames would hit the daemon prince. The flames caught on his body and he roared back in pain. Serrion used that to strike, and the inflicted wound did not heal.
"What? How can this be?" Mortarion stepped back. "My wounds!"
"Now you can be killed." Serrion put his blood on his blades and jumped at Mortarion, slashing and hacking at the giant daemon prince. Mortarion was helpless as he could not use his large scythe in such a small combat and he was more concerned about why his wounds were not healing.
Serrion began to lose himself in battle frenzy. His actions were not his own anymore as he felt somebody much stronger than him pulling the strings on his body. He began to fade from consciousness, lost in a dream.
He was back in the dream world, where he met Aenarion. He was lying on the ground, on the patch of soft grass.
"You are back here?" He got up and turned to see Aenarion seating next to his sleeping dragon. "I did not expect you to have died so soon."
"I did not die...at least not yet." Serrion stated. "Somebody took possession of my body."
"Khaine...he has taken your body."
"What?" Serrion demanded answers. "Why would he take my body?"
"As the Phoenix King, your body is the most suited to be possessed. I know, because I was possessed by him as well." Aenarion stated. He took his helmet and armor off and put on elder robes of blue material. "Over time, his possession weakened my body, as his immortal spirit was too much for my body to handle."
"That is why you died so soon." Serrion stated and Aenarion nodded. "Yes."
"How do I get him out of my body?" Serrion asked and Aenarion began to walk with him.
"I know one way...though I know it to be a very painful process..." Aenarion started.
"You must tread upon the Immortal Flames of Asuryan. It was the very first flame the elder gods have given to the Eldar during our most primitive times. Only it is strong enough to cleanse your body of his spirit." Aenarion stated.
Serrion waited. "When does Khaine stop possessing my body?"
"When fighting ends. I am afraid." Aenarion sighed. "His spirit is immortal, so he does not tire. Your body may be very damaged when he is done with fighting, so be prepared for the pain."
Serrion growled. "No...I am the master of my own destiny. Khaine will not master me!" He ran from that place and through the woods, to where the Altar of Khaine was stationed.
"I will have my own body back." He stated and began to crack Altar." As he did, he felt himself go dizzy, which meant that he was going back conscious. He began to take apart the altar piece by piece until he finally fell unconscious in the dream world.
When he came to in the real world, his body was in great pain; so much pain from Khaine's possession of Serrion's body. He slowly stood up and saw Mortarion, barely breathing. He was totally destroyed. Burned and slashed badly. His limbs charred off.
"You...are truly powerful..." He muttered and Serrion limped toward the giant being. He picked up his two swords and into Mortarion's face.
"You fury...I have only seen such madness when Horus came to me..." Mortarion sputtered.
"Now, join the afterlife." Serrion muttered and stabbed Khaine's blade into his heart. Mortarion screamed in pain as his body burned to a crisp. He felled back in pain, but called in the Eldar Fleet.
"Serrion!" Khalia was relieved. "Are you okay?"
"Just pick me up." Serrion muttered. "I will tell you the details..."