Editing Abaddon's 14th Black Crusade (section)

==[http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/15590031/ Part 1]==
Abaddon the Despoiler, the Warmaster of Chaos and the current leader of the Black Legion. As the head of countless fanatical servants of the ruinous powers, you would think that he would be the most feared mortal being in the universe right? No, even Abaddon himself is starting to realize how much of a joke his title is. Tzeentch mocks him for being so predictable, Khorne constantly tells him how [[Kharn]] has more kills than him and how Angron has gotten more things done than him in a single millennium, the rest of the Chaos primarchs laughs at him for his incompetence as the supposed "Warmaster of Chaos and blessed of the Chaos Gods". He would want to hold his head in his armored hands right about now in shame.......if only he had his arms back.


He did manage to stop Kyras sacrificing the [[Blood Ravens]] from ascending into daemonhood by having Eliphas kill him and getting the favor of the Chaos Gods with the sacrifice of an entire sector, but the rest of the Chaos champions still say that "despoiling" a crippled chapter isn't really a feat for an entire Chaos Legion, especially when said chapter managed to kick their initial attack force back with nothing more than 3 Space Marine squads and a single Captain.


Abaddon now sits on his throne in his flagship: the Vengeful Spirit, currently in the Eye of Terror and about to exit into realspace. He ponders for a moment what he has become today, is he really still a feared being and the despoiler of the universe? Or is he just another generic Chaos Lord with a fancy title? He then closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and opens his eyes with determination that he is still the feared warmaster of Chaos as he was always been. He realized the reason why he defined the false [[Emperor]], murdered his own brothers in arms who did not accept the true power, and why he lives today: to serve the true powers, to pay tribute to the dark gods, and that is enough to drive him to continue on. Besides, plenty of sacrifices are to be had during his crusades with either the blood of loyalists or servants of the true powers. He shouts on his vox: 

''"Servants of Chaos, hear me now! The corpse-worshiping fools of the Imperium shall fall today under the relentless will of Chaos, for today we MARCH FOR OUR 14th BLACK CRUSADE"! The Chaos Gods assure me that this blackened crusade will be triumphant! LET THE GALAXY BUUUURRRNNN!'' 

The ship's crew is stunned for a few seconds after hearing that, they just know in the back of their minds that this crusade won't be different from the rest, and pray to the Chaos Gods for deliverance. Abaddon, now empowered by the prospect of a possible major victory over the Imperium of man, exits his throne room, where he is greeted by his Justaerin Terminator bodyguards. 


Abaddon then realizes one crucial flaw that would greatly undermine his efforts: he still has no arms. He grins for a moment in anger, then one of Abaddon's Justaerin bodyguards asks: ''What troubles you, my lord?'' Abaddon then throws the weight of his Terminator armor at the interrogating bodyguard, knocking him down, and screams: 

''"I REQUIRE A NEW SET OF ARMS! GET ME A PAIR RIGHT NOW YOU MISERABLE WRETCH!"'' 

''R..right away, [[Spiritual Liege|my liege]], p...please forgive me'', says the stunned terminator. 

The terminator leads Abaddon to the ship's armory, where a contingent of [[Iron Warriors]] marines and numerous servitors can be seen maintaining the legion's hardware in preparation for the newest Black Crusade. Abaddon enters the main armory, seeing an Iron Warriors marine polishing a melta gun on his lap, seemingly in some weird form of Slaaneshi-like pleasure as his rag runs across the now shining metal on the weapon. Upon seeing Abaddon, the Warrior is broken from his trance, frantically puts the weapon away, faces Lord Abaddon and says: 

''"Y-yes, Lord Abaddon? What is it you wish?"''


Abaddon, slightly disturbed over the marine's weapon fetish, thuds the Iron Warrior with his Terminator armor and demands a new set of arms. The marine scrambles to the room next to the armory, where hundreds of dark servitors are making weapons. After a few hours, the marine returns back with a new pair of bionic arms, hard enough to withstand a krak missile and large enough to fit the bulk of the Terminator armor. A retinue of servitors led by a Dark Mechanicus techpriest rush to their lord's location, where they fit the newly made arms on their liege. Abaddon takes a moment and flexes his new arms, they feel like his old ones, he then smashes a servitor to test the hardness of his new appendages, the lobotomized contraption is left a twisted ruin after Abaddon gives it a clothesline, and then he leaves the armory with great joy.


Abaddon then returns to his throne room and enters the inner sanctum located behind it, where his trophies, weapons, and other icons can be located. He goes to a chest in the middle of the room, filled with some of his prized trophies and mementos, he takes particular interest in the skull of his first kill, an Ork with the right side of it's skull blown off after his bolt rounds pierced through the greenskin's head, another is a a collection of images of the entire Mournival in a group-shot before their first combat action as a group, their faces look on high and proud. He then reminisces about a few more things, such as a ceramite shard of Horus' armor, a peculiar cylindrical and somewhat phallic Slaaneshi instrument gifted to him by Lucius the Eternal of which he never learned the purpose of, and a recorded transmission of Kharn saying how exhilarating Tallaran was while holding the severed head of a trooper. 

''"Enough nostalgia"'' he said to himself and he drew out the Talon of Horus and Drach'nyen from their dark altars.


Abaddon then plots out how he is going to convince the rest of the Chaos legions to lend him aid, his past failures are sure to be a discouraging fact to the rest of them. However, after meditating and psychically conversing with Tzeentch about his next plans, he is then given the knowledge on how to gather another legion of chaotic zealots. He contacts one of his favored servants: [[Eliphas|Eliphas the Inheritor]] and charges him with the propaganda operations, as a Word Bearer Dark Apostle, he is bound to be well versed on how to spread the word and will of Chaos. Abaddon however, still feels a little uneasy with his new arms, while powerful, decades of being limbless have taken its toll on him and he fears his martial prowess is not as good as they use to be. As a test, he orders a group of Slaaneshi cultists to summon a host of [[daemonette]]s to his throneroom, which they promptly did and they appeared in the center of his throne room, he then proceeds to take a seat on his throne.


The seductive forms of the servants of Slaanesh entice Abaddon, his blood rushing as they lay themselves on his armor, even with the thick layers of ceramite covering his body, he could feel the sensual form of the daemons as if his armor were his own flesh, then they whisper to his ear: 

''"You may do whatever you wish to us, great and mighty champion"''. 

Abaddon is drowned in an ocean of pleasure for a few moments as the daemonettes rub themselves around him, moving their fingers around his body, and arousing him with an elegant and seductive dance, he then snaps out of the moment and remembers what he was suppose to do in the first place. He proceeds to grab the first daemonette by the head with his right armored fist and crush the hapless daemon's skull through brute force. Then second one, still shocked at the situation, is flayed and killed after a flurry of attacks from Abaddon's Talon of Horus. The third one is now circling Abaddon and poised to strike, he deflects a quick succession of attacks from the daemon using Drach'nyen and raises up his Talon to fire a burst from his storm bolter, which the daemon avoids with her incredibly fast moves, she jumps up into the air and attempts to behead Abaddon with its claw, but is cut short after the Despoiler charges up into the air and knocks the daemonette down with his shoulder, the daemon pleads for mercy but Abaddon had none of it, he then raises her over his head and forcefully rips her in two and discards her now broken corpse aside. Abaddon then spreads out his arms and howls in victory and glee that his combat prowess is as potent as they were decades ago.


He then looks around his throne room and stares at the mangled remains of the daemonettes, bloodied and utterly destroyed. Oddly, a powerful temptation then engulfs him. The thoughts of desires of Slaanesh and violence from Khorne possess his mind and body like a persistent daemon, he then precede to test his arms on the deceased daemonettes in a different way, it would appear that Slaanesh has blessed his mechanical arms as he could feel every bit of grotesque sensation from his debauched acts as if his arms were his own flesh. After five minutes of debased deeds that are best left untold, Abaddon gets in his vox and announces to the ship on how he sexually violated a dead trio of daemonettes. A large portion of the Black Legion's warriors could only listen in horror at this heresy, except for the Slaanesh-aligned marines who cheered him on and one Berzerker who commented: 

''"SERVES THOSE EFFETE SCUM RIGHT! GLORY TO YOU LORD ABADDON!"''. 

Abaddon then conjures up a bolt of Empyrean warpfire to burn the corpses of the daemonettes and exits his throne room, his Justaerin Terminator bodyguards just giving him a puzzled and horrified look at his deeds that even they consider heresy. He walks through the ships halls, gaining the praise of the Slaaneshi cultists and marines. The warriors of excess then follows him, making offers of more debauched forms of pleasure with the warmaster, with some offering to have their "rear armor" penetrated by him.


After a few moments of indulgence, Abaddon the Despoiler decides to let these trivial pursuits slide and get on with his plan of a new Black Crusade. His next act was to enlist the other champions of Chaos to further fuel his goals, the chosen servants of the Dark Gods are sure not to fail him. Many champions go through his mind, perhaps he should summon the aid of [[Kharn|Kharn the Betrayer]] first? Or maybe [[Doombreed]], Khorne's most powerful champion? Or maybe the lost champion of Slaanesh: [[Doomrider]]? He considered [[Angron]], however the two are not in good terms so he decides not to get him to fight under his wing. After much time to think on who to call on first, he finally decides to enlist the help of the [[Thousand Sons]] most powerful sorcerer: [[Ahzek Ahriman]]. Abaddon then gathers his cabal of sorcerers to establish a psychic link with the wandering champion of Tzeentch, Ahriman was quick to notice the link between them even before Abaddon had a chance to speak and says to him: 

''"Ah great Abaddon the Despoiler. What is it you wish you speak to me about? Nothing important or of value, I assume. Do you need my consul?  Did you loose your appendages again and require my aid to find them.....again?"'', Ahriman says with a sarcastic tone.


Abaddon then details his plan of another Black Crusade to Ahriman, the latter laughs at the prospect of another Crusade of failure and says: 

''"Oh how innovative you are Abaddon. Truly, Chaos' greatest warmaster is a pinnacle of creativity......"'', he is interrupted when Abaddon mentions that his crusade may have them pass where the [[Black Library]] is located, Ahriman then resumes: ''"....Also, perhaps I do know where you arms are, but what was that you said about the Black Library? Let us discuss more about that, shall we...?'' 

Abaddon then says that what he said about the elusive craftworld was false, he only mentions the Black Library as a way to get the insolent sorcerer to listen for a moment. Angrily, Ahriman replies: ''"Then why in the name of Tzeentch should I bother to join you, you overrated fool of a warmaster? You will just lead your warriors into their pointless graves and your entire fleet will fall to a single Cadian General and his army of weak and fragile children brandishing flashlights! So predictable of you.'' 


Abaddon, holding his temper, then mentions that his crusade will not be as predictable now, for he considers the prospect of time travel, which again intrigues the sorcerer. Wading through trivial facts Abaddon asks if this is indeed possible, Ahriman tells him that it is indeed possible with enough sorcery mustered to rend the fabric of time itself. He asks when this will begin and Abaddon says that it will commence now. Ahriman then pledges his allegiance to the Despoiler and tells him that he will ready his cabal to twist the warp, he urges Abaddon not to disturb him as he prepares the ritual to do so as this is a very delicate and volatile spell that cannot afford any flaws, which Abaddon agrees to, and then breaks off the psychic link with Ahriman.


As the Warmaster continues to plot within the confines of his throne room along with his cabal of sorcerors, Eliphas suddenly enters the chamber. While already a daemon prince of Khorne, he assumes his old form of a Terminator Lord while off battle as this suites him better, he comes to Lord Abaddon to report a slight bump in the propaganda efforts: 


''"Lord Abaddon, we have a slight problem. We have just realized that the fleet does not have enough paper in stock to print all of our 10 trillion leaflets to spread the word of the newest Black Crusade"''. 


Abaddon puts his face on his armored palm at the direction of Eliphas and says: ''"Tell me, little Eliphas, are you really this unresourceful?"'', 


"''No my lord, it's just that.....''", Eliphas was cut by Abaddon who proceeds: ''"Quiet worm, I am not done speaking. Now, we have millions upon millions of hapless slaves and followers devout to Chaos, what do you think their use is?"'', Abaddon asks. 


"''Their....erm....their use is to serve Chaos with their lives, my Lord?"'', Eliphas asks with an unsure tone. 


"''Precisely, my little Eliphas, now what are you going to do now?"'', Abaddon asks further, "''Are you implying that I'm suppose to skin the slaves and use their skins as paper, my Lord?"''. 


Abaddon does not speak, he just gives a facial gesture to answer Eliphas' question, which Eliphas understands and leaves the Throne room. Minutes later, hordes of slaves are brought into the Vengeful Spirit, where a large contingent of Slaaneshi cultists are marines were charged with the joyous duty of skinning the slaves alive as so their skins can used as leaflets, it would have also worked if they were already dead, but Eliphas knows that the followers of Slaanesh will work faster if their victim is still a screaming mess. Hours of non-stop screaming could be heard through the halls of the accursed ship, which made the crew uneasy, slightly annoyed the Astartes, and gave an orgasmic glee to the servants of Slaanesh. ''"All is going well, this Crusade might turn up to be a successful one"'', Abaddon confidently said to himself, as he continues to think on which chaos champion to summon next.


''"Who else to call upon for this Black Crusade?... Hmmmm... what about [[Lord Bale]] and the Sorcerer [[Sindri Myr]]?"'', the Despoiler asks his Cabal. 

''"They are, err, both dead my Lord."'', says one of the sorcerers. 

Neroth, who was standing beside the naive sorcerer, thumps his fellow psyker in the back of his armored head and counters: ''"Sindri is already a daemon price, you fool, we can summon his essence so he could aid us"''. 

''"Haha, very well, form a psychic link with the daemon prince's essence so I may converse with him"'', Abaddon commands his sorcerers. 

After 3 of Abaddon's sorcerers violently dying and 1 turning into a gibbering wreck trying to find Sindri through the warp, the rest finally succeeded. Even though Abaddon is the only one with the Psychic link to Sindri, the daemon prince's booming voice could be heard throughout the Vengeful Spirit who said: 


''"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME, MORTAL? BREAK AWAY NOW BEFORE I SHATTER YOUR SOULS!"'' 


Abaddon is infuriated at the Daemon's lack of respect to the most powerful champion of the Chaos Gods and through the blessing of Tzeentch, Abaddon's words somehow subdued Sindri's rage as he spoke and garnered a bit of his compliance, and so the daemon listens to the warmaster more calmly. Sindri then asks, in his Slaaneshi-blessed voice: ''"What do you wish, Lord Abaddon the Despoiler?"'', Abaddon feels like his mind is in a state of great bliss when he heard the daemon speak in his old voice.



Abaddon briefs Sindri on his plan for a new Black Crusade and asks for his assistance, which the daemon agrees to. He only requires that he be summoned into the material plane, which Abaddon plans to do by sacrificing one of his sorcerers. A sorcerer from his cabal gladly comes forth to be a sacrifice. Abaddon, however, is having doubts whether to sacrifice his few remaining sorcerers to bring a daemon back into realspace, he will need the rest to summon more champions and he is in short supply of competent psykers due to Sindri killing a good number of them. 


He then tells his sorcerers to instead open a warprift where Sindri is, which they do in short succession, ''"What are you doing, mortal?"'', Sindri asks as he is not sure what Abaddon is planning. 


Against everything logical, Abaddon plunges his right arm into the warp and tries to pull out Sindri into realspace, which astounds everyone in the room. He pulls the thrashing daemon with all his super-human might as Sindri continues to threaten Abaddon, the daemon prince then screams: ''"WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU POMPOUS FOOL?! RELEASE ME NOW AND I WILL PROMISE YOU A QUICK DEATH FOR YOUR INSOLENCE!"''. 


The metal on Abaddon's new arms start to buckle and crack as he tries to pull the daemon out of the warp, he then switches to his left arm as he fears that his right arm will eventually break under the stress. Abaddon is close to grabbing Sindri out of the warp, but as his warp-exposed arm continues to wrestle with the daemon prince, it also starts to tear and disintegrate, Abaddon starts to fear that he is not powerful enough to pull the daemon prince out of the warp with his own 2 hands and he also fears loosing his arms, which he greatly intends not to happen again.



Suddenly when all seems lost, Abaddon glows with a blue-hued energy and the marks of Tzeentch that adorn his terminator armor and skin glows brightly, it seems that the Changer of Ways himself comes to aid the warmaster! In an instant, Abaddon's arms repair themselves instantly and he is brimming with the great power granted by Lord Tzeentch himself. Using this newly found reserve of power, the Despoiler pulls the thrashing daemon with all his might and after a few tense moments, succeeded in pulling Sindri out of the warp, no one, even the Sorcerers, cannot believe what their Lord has just done, Abaddon raises his right arm in triumph. Sindri appears as a purple wisp of warp energy in front of everyone, it is at the same time, infuriated and amazed at what just happened right now, he continues to emanate psychic screams as he stands on Abaddon's hand, which is causing moderate discomfort amongst the cabal. 


Abaddon then orders Sindri to be bound to his right arm, the daemon is then compelled to take residence in the Despoiler's right hand, ''"No! No, I will not be bound by you, mortal!"'', protests Sindri but to no avail, Abaddon along with his sorcerers successfully managed to infuse Sindri's essence into Lord Abaddon's right bionic arm. The Warmaster then spreads out his arms, looks up, and levitates as the powers of the warp continue to fill his body, it was somewhat painful, but in a sadistically enjoyable sense.


When Abaddon starts to infuse Sindri, he began to feel the Daemon Prince's power flowing in his body, the dark blessings and magicks of Tzeentch, the insatiable bloodlust and great strength of Khorne, and the debauched sensations given by Slaanesh. As he comes down to the ground after successfully gaining the powers of the daemon prince, the Slaaneshi part of the powers appear to be the most overwhelming of all, compared to the others. The price of excess him/her/itself whispers to the warmaster about invoking in some perverted pleasures right now in his throne room, which Abaddon could not refuse. He then walks back to his throne and sits, then Abaddon starts to remove his Terminator armor's codpiece. 

''"Erm... Lord Abaddon... what are you..."'', asks Neroth as he is starting to realize where this is going, ''"BY THE CHAOS GODS!!"'', shouts the entire cabal as Abaddon... starts to... erm... pleasure himself with his demonically-possessed right arm. The sorcerers then start to slowly back away from Lord Abaddon as they see him commit acts of heresy, while Sindri is being mentally scared for his eternal life, he screams for the warmaster to stop, but to no avail. After a minute of acts that drove most of the cabal even more insane from either the continuous psychic screams Sindri was doing throughout the agonizing minute, or simply seeing their warmaster in that predicament, Abaddon then proceeds to put his codpiece back on and kissed his right hand that triggered another agonized psychic scream from Sindri who is now scarred in all senses of the word, while his sorcerers are still whimpering in a corner.


As the sorcerers battled to regain their already slipping sanity, Abaddon commanded that another Champion be called for his Crusade, this time, he has decided to enlist the help of Lucius the Eternal, one of Slaanesh's greatest champions and a master swordsman. The sorcerers easily find The Soulthief and soon, a psychic link is established between the warmaster and the champion. Lucius welcomes the presence of the warmaster and asks what he requires of him. Abaddon asks Lucius for his participation in his latest Black Crusade, which the champion of Slaanesh gleefully obliges to join without a doubt. 


Now that another champion joins the ranks, the Despoiler thinks of another Champion to call upon. He now decides to call upon Typhus the Traveler, the great herald of Papa [[Nurgle]]. Much like Lucius, the herald of Nurgle welcomes Abaddon's presence, though albeit annoyed as the former was still feeding his kittens. It's always been a great mystery amongst the chaos legions how Typhus managed to even own kittens in the first place that didn't die outright from being near him, given how Typhus is the host of the Destroyer plague, and how Papa Nurgle wants all to decay. The explanation that the Terminator champion simply insists that he likes his kittens adorable as they are, not decayed and dead, and he somehow made them immune to the myriad of plagues and pestilence abundant within a Nurgle-worshiping legion, of the which does not seem to garner the wrath of [[Nurgle]]. 


Typhus then speaks in a raspy, phlegm-ridden voice: ''"Ahhh...greetings Lord Abaddon the Despoiler, what is it you require *gasp* I am in the middle of *gasp* feeeeding my....kittens *gasp*"''. 


Abaddon then voices his opinion on how he prefers canines over felines, saying how cats are for fools, which offends the herald of Nurgle. Enraged, Typhus threatens in a slightly more clearer voice: ''"GAH! You dare insult my adorable little pets? Dogs do nothing but bark and bite all the time, which is annoying in all senses of that word. Give me one good reason why I should not take delight in seeing you slowly rot right now when I send my wave of plagues which even you cannot resist!"'' 


Abaddon then realizes his error and calms down the enraged herald of Nurgle by apologizing about the previous remark, lest he finds himself surrounded by a swarm of warp-flies that would infest his body until it explodes. He then asks the host of the Destroyer Hive to aid him in his 14th Black Crusade, which might take them to a planet inhabited solely by cats, which Typhus is greatly jovial about. He then responds in a more reserved voice: 


''"Very well Lord Abaddon, my Plague ships will arrive shortly to rendezvous with you."'', and the Psychic link breaks off.


Meanwhile, Ahriman reports that his fleet is near the Vengeful Spirit and that he is ready to enact the final ritual to bend the warp and make time travel possible. Abaddon responds that all is not ready yet as he still needs to call upon a few more champions of Chaos. He then decides to finally call upon his long-time friend: [[Kharn|Kharn the Betrayer]] and commands his cabal to make it so. 


They successfully locate Kharn but nothing happens, they do not see his image nor managed to establish a psychic link with him, one of the sorcerers then ask: ''"Erm... did we get the ritual wrong"''?, another explains: "''It might be his collar of Khorne preventing us from... *thud*... what was that?"''. 


The sorcerer is interrupted by a loud noise outside Abaddon's throne room, as it gets closer it sounds like a Chimera tank and the howling of a berserker. As it was finally apparent that the sound as coming towards them, everyone in the room took cover as Kharn crashed into the room, riding on top of a Hellhound tank screaming at the top of his lungs while 2 traitor guardsmen from the Red Rivers were fearfully about to crash the thing and go out in a blaze of glory, taking out a stunned sorcerer along the way when he got run over by the speeding tank. 


Kharn then yells: ''"DON'T WORRY LORD ABADDON, I'LL SAVE YOU!"'', as he raises up Gorechild, his infamous daemon weapon, into the air and was about to ignite the volatile tanks of promethium attached to the tank by slicing into it, which was stopped when Abaddon managed to calm Kharn down from his enraged state, who then goes back into his passive, fun-loving state. Kharn then gives the two traitor guardsmen a pat on the back for their good work and jumps off the hull of the tank as Abaddon asks him on what he was doing.