Reborn as a Chaos God of Carnage

(Laharl/Chaos God POV)

Location the Nethervoid, some range from a Hell Spire

After finishing both creating my newest son and general Mordred Deathharbinger, and also using one of my formally six FACs to create a weapon worthy for my most physical aligned Elder Daemon, the greatest counter to Khorne's forces, this daemonic living blade is the Slaughterbane currently in the grasp of my Elder Daemon Warrior as I command my newest Elder Daemon to get himself comfortable and do as his brother Ba'al Allseer did before him find a piece of land of the Nethervoid and create him own domain on a floating, moving cloister of earth.

As Mordred now stood straight, and proud flapping his shadow-like daemon wings before me as it closed his scarlet colored eyes, nodding his head before me I originally expected him to take flight instead Mordred roared and charged through the violet, dark purple, and burgundy colored land of my domain as I watches as Mordred stomped away and I kept looking on the dark purple armor/skin of my son run off in the distance as every couple of stomps I saw his wings flair and flap I was greatly impressed with the overwhelming aura of aggression and power that flared from his new second daemonic general within my legions of daemons.

Chuckling as I sensed Mordred Deathharbinger has completely stomped away from my line of sight I continue chuckling and shake my head before turning away toward the direction of one of my thirteen Hell Spires as I walked towards it direction until the said spire was in my line of sight and I sprouted my three black feathered wings with the upper singular wing on my upper-back, my first and greatest wing in length and size with the three bat-like claws on the edge of my wing also stretching with his other wings before taking flight, I flapped them a couple of times before curling around my body lowering my body by bending forward and bending my knees getting turning my head up looking at the highest level of the Hell Spire as I shot myself at such a force that I overshot over the roof of the spire spreading my wings to the surge of wind to fly ascending more as circle around in the area looking at the giant living daemonhead altars with it jaws around the Jewel of Sins that connects to the Hell Core of the Spire after circling several time I landed hard in the top of my Old World, dark elf based spire as the living daemonhead altar saw me it growled, hissed, and stretched it tentacles to me as a form of welcoming and respect to me it's Dark God and creator I petted its tentacles as I walked up to the daemonhead based of my mark.

I now have the greatest daemonic sorcerer and the mightiest daemon Warrior as well, two Elder Daemons fearsomly loyal to me, with Ba'al Allseer and now Mordred Deathharbinger the upcoming Chaos War between him and Khorne will be colossal bloodbath but not for me but my dear little brother Khorne, we'll have many battles in our soon to be shared daemonic realm that is the Warp and soon after that Nurgle will join us along with Tzeentch four Chaos Gods out five already starting this ridiculous Great Game that were destined to play unless I do something to insure it does have a finale that continues on in my favor, not only do I have two of possibly thirteen Elder Daemons that will serve as my generals for my endless daemonic legions theirs also my lovely Daemon Queens all five once all Kolbaline even as he is thinking Karim, Jade, and Cassandra are causing massive anarchy, despair, slaughter, ruin, and corruption in the hiveworld, all the will converting countless souls both willingly or not all are coming to my thrall making me stronger, and stronger it was clear to me that my Stats, have already eclipsing what I've check not long ago, not only that the Flesh Terrors of Karim, the Iron Kollarz Gobos of Jade, and Crimsontear Cult Battalion of Cassandra were feeding my stats and divinity I'll shall soon ascend again if this war...this slaughter will make me even more powerful as I feel the Warp and my own Nethervoid almost surge with joy and excitement for my coming tier rank-up but now I must do something greatly important, petting the daemonhead skull making it "purr" in its own horrific way I prepare to do an important flight through the Immaterium, since despite my ascension as a Lesser Force of Nature and the Warp is rejoicing of my ever growing power and fresh souls surging into it since the clusterfuck that the Soul Wars has caused it but now another force was slowly taking form, power, concept, and spawn...Khorne will his true birth came in the Mongol Invasions all battle, brutality, bloodshed, rage, and war that humanity were waging on Earth was finally starting the Immaterium to respond to the surge of rage filled emotion and while Khorne is yet to be "conceived" it did not mean that there's nothing in the Warp at the moment.

I stop petting the daemonhead altar and looking at the skies of maroon and black clouds of my daemonic domain that is the Nethervoid, I focused my sight to look beyond into the surging, twisting and swirling chaotic colors of the Warp I noticed that the red colors were deepening in their tones this will lead me to were Khorne's Lands of Blood, and the Brass Citadel would be created before taking off for my hunt I sent a psychic message to Chi, Kiira, Ba'al, and Mordred about his journey and they in command until he returns, also Chi and Kiira have command of the daemonic legions in their coming assault on Thraakhi and the Waaggghhh raging on the feudal world wishing them safety and luck making them chuckle and feel joy as I was done with my preparations and gave the final commands for unknown period of absence closing my eyes I focus my strength and power through my body and one powerful blast launch to the sky and beyond leaving the Nethervoid and entering the Warp to follow the trail which will be Khorne's domain...

(Karim POV)

Location Hiveworld, Kolbaline-secret research facility 0.2

My Dark Master has been kind and generous to me as I've proven my genius, ingenuity, abilities, and devotion to him and the pursue of the dark secrets of life, death, blood, flesh, and mortality along what lies beyond those as well.

The gifts of my master have been exquisite and vital to my research and experiments he even gave me, my new eyes capable of seeing through skin and other systems of the mortal bodies that has increased my productivity and success rate by a margin of 13.6% and shall only grow as he bestowed me with greater knowledge and other gifts and to my surprise...while unfamiliar and strange...the comfort he gave me when my eyes were turning and the agony was seriously maddening he cared...comfort...affection she's never felt this made me unconsciously reach for my lab coat's sleeves tugging them to hide my greatest shame, and what I despised the most.

I'm recording all my findings, theories, successes, failures, changes, and more since receiving my first reward several days ago.

I had to flee and reestablish a new lab after an attack on the Nightingale Convent by those that call themselves apart the Crimsontear Cult Battalion, they killed or captured all those imbeciles I was forced to work with or worse for when they discovered my secret original lab, hidden away within my private chamber which led to a great opportunity for me and my Flesh Horrors as Husks, Defect Husks, Bio-crafter one my latest creation merging around five bodies into one with multiple appendages to act like arachnids as well as personal surgical/operation assistants with drills, saws, clambs, needles, and more connected to their limbs and a special device surgically implaced to empower these creatures devices, bodies, and also pump/surge the flow of drug cocktails for experiments and subjects these women were one of my finest work yet even installing a voice-box/cerebral enhancers to them to make them more competent assistants and now war creatures.

As the battle surged in my lab I was regrettably was forced to not only participate as well but also release another failure of my creations which proved to be better trichtly in combat, these are my Greenskin Subject/Failures codenamed Flesh Gorrs which I originally designed to be my muscle force workers but the damn ork genome is stubborn and managed to barely survive making these brutes even bigger, dumber brutes that are do unruly that I had to implant cybernetics into the brains to better command them...haaaaahhhh...

The Flesh Gorrs are huge behemoths merging three ork bodies together adding muscle mass, along with replacing much of the body with technology such as power clamps, claws, grapples and more originally for more menial work but the Greenskin brutality and savagery survived the process into Gorrs and started killing all my subjects, experiments, and even few of my completed Flesh Horrors so I deemed them failures planted those cerebral restrictors to better command them and plan to terminate at a later date, now these imbeciles that have invaded my lab felt the fury...of every single variant of Flesh Horror that I had created as well as myself.

Preparing for some emergency operations on these intruders and imbeciles removing my right glove regrettably exposing my many scars on my hand and quickly equipped a special shocker-claw to defibrillate a subject either external or internal with a flex of my gloved right hand and also arming myself with my trusted power hacksaw I enter the battle as well sneaking behind a heavy weapon specialist with several horns, a claw for a left hand and violet pigmentation on his mutated skin using my "Blood Sight" to find my target on this insect's body I drove my claw into his upper back stabbing into various vital spots including the heart's aorta then I activated the shocker-claw at its maximum output destroying his insides as the volts of electricity burned my victim from inside.

I misjudged the victim's body reaction as the surge of electricity from my tool turned weapon which caused this dead mutant to grip his weapon handle and shot it alerting the other mutated Guardsmen to my presence so I adapted and struck first, commanding some of my Husks to attack as the rushed in growling from their decayed flesh mouths exposing the metallic skull I surgically implanted on all my Husks as the violet energy of Chaos empowered them they bite, clawed, and some even batched these mutants with objects and makeshift weapons, as my Husks provided cover I rush in, swiftly navigating through the gunfire, bodies, and objects all around my lab until they finally were close to my blades and I struck.

Every swipe, every slash and cut was meant to cause extensive pain...and bleeding...

I targeted the most fatal points of the body all that I personally killed I left to suffer, quickly and agonizingly gushing and pouring blood out from their wounds few I killed quickly either stabbing my claws through a part of the head or neck, nearly or partly decapitateting others with my power hacksaw some even felt slower death as drove my hacksaw across their chests or belly insuring that all intestines fell the gapping torn wound I've caused at the end few loses for my Flesh Horrors but it was foolish to remain in my compromised laboratory so I collected all of value, ordered my Flesh Horrors to carry what needed done tools, devices and corpses as we escaped through the sewer system which also serve as my secret escape rout for such occasions I activated the "Purge" protocol not only setting the entire spire on fire but soon triggers several set of powerful explosions...

Which leads to my current state...

I've moved to another secret lab were I can continue my experiments and research in Chaos and its effects on gaining immortality and power over the body.

I've been slowly replenishing my numbers soon they'll double the amount they were before plus I have considered creating some new variants completely meant for battle as I confirmed that these mutants were recently Chaos touch humans that were driven mad making them a danger to me and my work seems others have embraced the same power as I but...I'm the only one worthy of his attention and favor I'll prove it as Karim...no Karim Ireneie Von Grimm died...

As I look down one of my medical blade I decided on a name fitting my rebirth in Chaos, I am scalpel that glides through flesh, neatly cutting away the imperfections to create something better...more beautiful.

This Scalpel Bleedinhart, the Dark Nurse of the Flesh Horrors signing off for there is a world I must illuminate in the truth of the flesh, and reality all belongs to him...my dear Dark Master, the Shadow all belongs to Chaos.