Rising up from a Nobleman to Intergalactic Warlord!!-Chapter 190
---Two Hours Later---
Departing Whiterun, once the magic HVAC system was in and Lydia had a new communicator, we and the Daedric Princes relocated to Castle Volkihar to see Valerica. Meeting us at the gate, with all her vampiric subordinates in tow, the clan came to an abrupt halt when they caught sight of their patron, Molag Bal.
“Lord Molag Bal, it is an honor to see you in the flesh.”, Valerica said as she and the other vampires dropped to their knees in respect. ‘A little heads up would have been appreciated, Serana and Victor.’
“It is nice to see you again, Valerica.”, Molag Bal snickered, quite pleased with their submissive display. “So, Victor, now that the pleasantries are out of the way, what brought you back to Nirn?”
“Valerica recently informed me that she has been having problems securing resources lately. To remedy those troubles, I brought in help in the form of these Drukhari. Their race specializes in the arts of assassination, murder, stealth, and subterfuge.”, I answered, motioning to Hesperax, Malys, and their small army of subordinates. “While I have you here, Mehrunes Dagon and Molag Bal, would you possibly consider granting them a small blessing?”
Looking at one another in confusion, the Drukhari were unsure why I was asking these seemingly ordinary-looking people to bless them. Releasing the warp magic they had been using to disguise themselves, a torrent of powerful warp energy blanketed the area, startling those unfamiliar with who they were. Promptly apologizing for their rudeness, Hesperax and Malys began to profusely sweat, realizing they stood in the presence of several terrifying warp entities.
“Victor… Who exactly are these people?”, Ionica asked as Amallyn and she nervously moved beside me. “Please tell me these are not Greater Daemons.”
“We are not Greater Daemons, nor are we connected to the four rabid beasts your countrymen have been battling for countless generations now.”, Jyggalag explained, “The seventeen of us are what your people would call Lesser Chaos Gods. Well before your race was even capable of true cognitive thought, we were forcibly bound to the warp space surrounding the planet you are standing upon.”
(AN: He is speaking directly to Ionica here, not both women. Just wanted to make that clear.)
Having only heard tales of Lesser Chaos Gods in legends and myths, the two women were at a complete loss for words. The fact that such powerful entities did exist and could manifest themselves in the Materium without trouble terrified them. Thinking about the devastation one of them could inflict upon a craftworld or planet, my two lovers could not fathom why I had been treating them like ordinary people up till this point.
“Given the horrific things both of you have seen, it is understandable for you to be wary of us. Please know, we are not your enemies, nor do we intend to become one.”, Meridia assured them, “Both of us have a mutual hatred for the Big Four and want to see them destroyed.”
“You honestly expect us to take you at your word? No warp entity can ever be trusted!”, Amallyn refuted, wary of being stabbed in the back once our goals no longer aligned.
“Not to point out the obvious here, but Victor’s power already exceeds our own. For Pete’s sake, the man nearly killed Nurgle with a single attack! While the Big Four may underestimate him, the seventeen of us already know that double-crossing him is a death sentence.”, Sheogorath remarked, chuckling uncontrollably, “I may be called the Prince of Madness, but I am not stupid!”
“Also, I think the two of you need to take a second and reevaluate things. You distrust us because we are warp entities, but both of your people have placed their faith and trust in other warp entities.”, Hermaeus Mora added, “Every member of the Aeldari Pantheon is a warp entity. Did you forget that the Aeldari brought most of them into existence with their collective psychic power? As for the Imperium of Man, your Emperor of Mankind used the souls of Lesser Chaos Gods to create your revered Primarchs.”
Opening her mouth to refute his words, Amallyn stopped herself as she realized everything he said was the truth. Their revered deities were once called the rulers of the Warp, but it had never occurred to her that it meant they were Chaos Gods. Given that the term “Chaos God” was used to describe the four primary people her people were waging war against, it was understandable that such a thing would get overlooked. After all, if they mentally associated their pantheon with those scumbags, it could pervert them into lesser versions of She Who Thirsts.
“You lie, the Emperor of Mankind would never resort to using such dangerous beings to create his twenty sons!”, Ionica spat, rejecting Hermaeus’ words, 'No… I refused to believe he would ever do something so reckless!’
“Believe what you want, child, but know that the facts will not change. Ask your Emperor directly and see what he has to say.”, Nocturnal remarked.
“What about Victor? As a direct descendant of a Primarch, does that mean he is partially a Lesser Chaos God?”, Clarice questioned.
Shaking their heads, the Daedric Princes were unsure what to call me. While my soul was human in shape, upon closer inspection, it was comprised of several different soul types. There were bits of Chaos God, Deity, Dragon, and others mixed seamlessly together within my soul vessel. Ordinarily an individual like me should not exist, yet here I stood before them defying that logic.
“It is almost like a power beyond our understanding made you.”, Hermaeus Mora remarked, very perplexed by my uniqueness. “Do you know anything about it?”
“Sorry, I don’t have the faintest idea.”, I lied, hiding my shock behind my usual stone-faced expression. “Anyways, back to my earlier question, are you two willing to grant them a minor blessing?”
Walking up to the Drukhari, Mehrunes Dagon and Molag Bal looked the group over closely to judge their worth. Nodding their heads approvingly, the two men agreed to grant the xenos a boon under the condition that they demonstrate their combat skills.
“We are more than happy to demonstrate our worth, but there are no targets for us to attack here.”, Hesperax remarked, looking to me for assistance.
“That will not be a problem; fortunately, we have unwitting targets close by for you to take on.”, I snickered, turning around and looking out at Skyrim’s distant shoreline. “Do you see that decrepit fortress there in the distance? That is Northwatch Keep; it is crawling with uptight, snobby Thalmor that are in need of immediate eradication. I will teleport you close by, and from there you will be on your own. Leave no traces or witnesses behind, understood?”
Snapping to attention, the bloodthirsty Drukhari saluted me as I opened a portal for them. As they began shuffling through, Hermaeus Mora used his power to scry what the Drukhari were doing. Offering to let us use her Great Hall so we did not have to stand out here in the cold, we graciously accepted the offer and followed her inside.
---3rd Person POV, Bael Secundus---
Finishing his private meeting with the Emperor of Mankind and the seven Primarchs, Dante stepped out onto his office’s balcony with a long sigh. Looking up at the sky, he stared at the hundreds of transport vessels that had recently arrived laden with sorely needed equipment, food supplies, and materials. Dispatched to the star system under the orders of the Second Primarch, they had come not only to alleviate their many crises but also to help rebuild the Bael system itself.
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‘The Emperor and Lord Guilliman told me that Lord Stark’s technology was impressive, but I never imagined it would be this incredible. In the short time they have been here, seventy percent of the star system’s infrastructure has been rebuilt, and for the first time ever on Baal Secundus we have plentiful, clean water to drink.’, Dante thought, turning toward Bael. ‘They have even begun terraforming the planet into something reminiscent of ancient Terra. It is hard to believe, but the Imperium of Man that my Father died for is slowly coming to fruition. If only he were alive to see it for himself.’
<I could be, if you would just heed the calls of my other sons.> (Sanguinius)
Startled by the loud voice, Dante spun around, searching for the person who uttered those words. Seeing no one around him, Sanguinius spoke to him again in a quieter tone.
<My apologies, Dante. It appears you can hear my voice more clearly now than ever before. I suspect it has something to do with my nephew’s triumph over the Chaos God Nurgle.> (Sanguinius)
“Father, are you certain you should be using that foul name?!”, Dante questioned, fearful of the repercussions.
<Fear not, my son, the Lord of Rot is on death’s door. He has lost control of his psychic power and is rapidly spiraling toward a violent, explosive death. I know not what will come of it, but I am certain it will temporarily be a great boon for the Imperium of Man.> (Sanguinius)
Having heard something about that in his earlier meeting, Dante was surprised to learn that Lord Stark had delivered a lethal blow to an entity thought to be unkillable. Wanting to inform the Emperor and the Primarchs of this right away, Sanguinius asked him to wait a moment as there was something else he wanted to say.
<Contact my nephew and ask him to come to Bael. If he can strike down two Chaos Gods, my nephew should be capable of resurrecting me. I have rested long enough; it is time for me to rejoin all of you in the Materium once again.> (Sanguinius)
“I understand; it will be done, Father.”, Dante swore, hoping Victor could fulfill his Father’s wish. ‘Convincing the other Chapters is going to be a bitch, but I will do as my Father has asked me to.’
Returning to his office, Dante began contacting the necessary parties to set Sanguinius’ return in motion.
