Experimented since he was five, but still loved by his scientist mother. When his father told him stories of the Empire, he grew infatuated with it. But when Alexander's mother is killed, and the corruption of the Empire is revealed to him, it sets...
Far up north in the snowy mountains that stand high over the former territory of the Northern Tribes, warp lighting struck. Constant arcs of the lightning struck near the very mountains. It was only a matter of time before a warp portal emerged from blasted out rocks of the mountain. And out of the portal, came the Black Legion.
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Chaos Lord: Forward! Kill any in your way! Take prisoners for the rituals!
The small army of black legionnaires made their way through the mountains. As they carved their way through, they burned down and utterly destroyed any small village that came across their path. With them now was a long line of men, women, and children in chains. These were the unfortunate souls that would be enslaved by them.
The Black Legion then soon came upon a large ancient fortress. One that had been nearly lost to the ages for countless millennia. This is where their master was, the one who had summoned them. The one who would bring about the devastation of this very planet, yet they did not know it yet.
As the legion settled within, their leader would delve deeper into the fortress. He would enter a chamber, overtaken by the elements. Not too far from him was a silhouette, a large one at that. The chaos lord pointed his blade toward the silhouette, threatening it.
Chaos Lord: Reveal yourself or die
From the shadows stepped out a large figure clad in armor. In his hand was an accursed sword as death seeped from him. This was no mere man, for he sought the destruction of the entire world in the name of Chaos. This was the warmaster of the Black Legion.
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Chaos Lord: "Warmaster, forgive my arrogance" he said while kneeling
Warmaster: Silence you incompetent fool, is the army ready?
Chaos Lord: No, our forces are still mustering southwards. As for the Black Legion, those within these walls are all that's left
Warmaster: Then we must hurry and begin raising our numbers. What happened in the warp before I summoned you all?
Chaos Lord: The legion came under attack by all sides. We have no allies, even our own began turning against us
Warmaster: IDIOTS! UTTER FOOLS!
Chaos Lord: They are no doubt as weak as us my lord. But with your leadership, we might be able to deal with them
Warmaster: No..... let the False Emperor deal with them. Let them weaken him for us before we strike. For now we must rebuild the legion
Chaos Lord: We have slaves, taken from villages we came across. We already know what to do with most of the men and children. As for the w-
Warmaster: Turn the women into daemonculabas for all I care! We must replenish our numbers, use the slaves to mine as well. If the sorcerers need sacrifices then so be it!
Chaos Lord: It shall be done
The chaos lord stood up and left the chamber. The warmaster looked on from a ledge within the chamber. He looked upon the icy tundra that he would temporarily call home. He groaned under his helmet as he heard a nearby commotion.
Leaving the chamber, he saw the chaos lord arguing with an underling. It seemed to be an aspiring champion of sorts, wielding a daemon sword. He was arguing against the warmaster leading them.
Champion: We fended for ourselves in the warp! We survived without him! Now he returns and assumes command over us?!
Chaos Lord: You dare speak against the warmaster you filth?!
Champion: HE IS NO LONGER FIT TO LEAD US!
At that moment the warmaster entered view, grabbing the attention of both of them. Due to the commotion caused, other chaos space marines of the legion were drawn to the area. Some were surprised, others were disgusted, and a few were neutral upon their master's return to them.
Warmaster: You speak out against me worm? Must I remind you of your place?
Champion: You! The deserter! You dare try and command those you abandoned?! We survived without you! And we will continue to survive without you!
Warmaster: Then prove it
The champion charged at the warmaster and swung his blade. His strike would've cleaved his opponent's head off his body. But the warmaster parried with his own blade before knocking the champion back. The marines around them watched in anticipation.
If the warmaster won, he would be fit to lead them once more. If the champion won, he would be the new warmaster of the Black Legion. The two locked blades before the warmaster used sorcery to blast his opponent into a wall. The champion fell to his knees and glared at the warmaster.
Warmaster: Come, meet your death!
Champion: DIE!
The champion sprung up and lunged at his opponent. But within but a blur, his arm that held his sword was sliced clean off. He stared at his severed limb for a moment before he fell to the ground, his legs being severed from his torso. He gritted his teeth and looked up to see the warmaster glaring down at him.
He then brought down his power boot and crushed the champion's head beneath it. The warmaster then looked towards his legionnaires, who stared at him. After but a moment of silence, they let out a war cry.
Marines: Death to the False Emperor! Hail Warmaster Ezkhar!
Ezkhar: Now go! Begin rebuilding the Black Legion! And this world shall fall to us within the year's end!
The chaos marines nodded before heading off. The chaos lord instructed marines on what to do as some went on patrols. Sorcerers began performing rituals, twisted apothecaries dragged women away to meet a horrid fate. The fortress soon echoed with the screams of the tormented and the labor of chaos marines.
Ezkhar sat on a ruined throne, planning on his next move. It would take time to rebuild his legion to a sizable strength. He would let the False Emperor weaken himself by fighting the Black Legion's former allies. Ezkhar would need some support however, and that's where the Empire came into play.
He would use its corruption as a building block. Slaves would be sacrificed to bring about daemons of the warp. Now was a new era, one of fear and darkness. Brutality and immorality added on with destruction and desecration. Ezkhar would seek to succeed in where his predecessors failed.
Ezkhar: My grandfather was a fool, and my father was too weak. Now it falls to me to defeat the False Emperor and his servants
Ezkhar looked at his sword as it whispered accursed tongues. He chuckled darkly, thinking on the things he sought to do. His ambition and drive is what led this dark campaign. This Final Black Crusade, not for his grandfather and not for his father.
This was for him, to succeed where they failed and prove himself far better. Today marked the beginning of the end, so he thought. The dark gods would reward him, or would they? He would soon find out in time, for now it was his hour.
Ezkhar: I am Warmaster Ezkhar Abaddon, descendant of Ezekyle Abaddon and Horus Lupercal. This is my black crusade, and this is my time.....
