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The Eye of Terror

A small piece I wrote putting Todd McFarlane's Spawn in 40k. I don't write fan fiction, but I know a lot of the background for 40k so it should fit into the grim dark. Any and All C&C welcome!!

Spawn 40K
Agony fills his being as the flames engulf his post human form. He had spent his life purging the corrupt from the Imperium, as every Knight of Blood is sworn to do, in name of the emperor and Sanguinius , and this is his repayment? He had saved them from slavery at the hands of foul Xenos only for them to turn on him and give him death?
As he dies, he feels only hate, agony and a lust for vengeance that will never come.
All is black. That’s the first thing he notices. The second is a low growling in the deep black. A giant, six eyed beast’s head comes out of the blackness and a wave of agony and malice washes over him.

“You have been chosen Alsion” it says in a voice that sounds of wet slobbering and angry growling.
“Chosen for what? I will have nothing from a daemon!”
“Not so fast! You haven’t heard my offer yet!”
“I will not negotiate with chaos! Alive or dead”
“so quick to decide. Your soul is mine, no matter what. I wish to give you a chance”
“a chance for what?”
“A chance for vengeance! That’s what you want yes? I can feel it on your soul”
“who are you?”
“I am Malebogia! Daemon lord and servant of the pantheon! I can give you such power Alsion! Unimaginable power! If you pledge yourself to the Gods”
Could he do it? He was an Astartes, a warrior of the Emperor, could he so easily join the darkness?
“yes. I pledge myself. Give me the power to take my revenge and I swear myself!”
“hahahahahahaha! Very good!” and with that it breathed in, and roared at him, and he felt such power infuse him! He felt himself change, grow stronger!
“You have your power, but first you must learn to use it. For that I have someone spe…”
He was cut off as Alison struck him hard in the face, and ran. He had to get back to realspace!


He did. And he used his stolen power in the Emperors name, for, as the old saying goes ‘to fight fire, you need fire’ and so he was that fire, he used the warps power to purge the corrupt from the Imperium for a while but it couldn’t last.
Ironically it was one of his once brothers that sent him back to the warp. Malebogia laughed down at him.
“That was Fun! I have to say, you are a natural with your powers!” it gloated. “ But your little rebellion ends now filth! I had hoped you see the truth in your own time, but it appears that your too stubborn, so I’ll have to show you!”

Again agony, this time greater than before. And fire inside and out, as raw, burning light tore through him. All he could do was scream.
He had shown him the truth. Humanity was dying because of the corrupt, corpulent High lords and their lap dogs regime. The emperor was a dead, rotting liar and humanity was dammed unless they accepted the truth, but they wouldn’t because they were ignorant, stupid beasts and deserved slaughter if they didn’t accept chaos as the glorious truth.
He would be the Angel of Chaos, The bringer of pain and truth.
He was the Warp-Spawn. Everything he had been was dead, burnt to ashes by the treachery of the masses and the lies of the few.
With his revelation came a change. Now, instead of the shadow he had been, he was a glorious angel of pain and terror. His face a black skull visage, his armour was a dark reflection of what it had been in life, but spiked and serrated and he was held aloft by great wings, which also formed a flowing cloak the colour of blood. All who looked upon him would know the truth and fear him!!

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