Not as Good as Lorgar

Angron was in a bad way. His counterpart was attacking him like a beast, while the bloodthirsty spectators around them slaughtered one another and devoured each other's flesh.

A towering warrior in strange armor had appeared on the high platform, glaring furiously at him. Something must have changed.

Exhausted, Angron dodged another blow. His weapon couldn't pierce the enemy's armor, but the roaring Chainaxe only had to graze him to tear away a huge chunk of flesh.

"Face me, coward!"

The Daemon Primarch roared again. The gaze from the void poured into him, and his body began to swell. A pair of crimson wings sprouted from his back.

After taking a direct hit and being sent flying, Angron realized he had no chance against the monster before him. He could only run—he had to lead the monster away.

He began weaving through the sand pit, searching for a chance to escape. He spotted the tunnel entrance in the distance. If he could just reach it, he could hide inside and use his knowledge of the structure to evade pursuit.

Though the mindless monster had lost its reason, the Blood God's blessing had made him stronger.

Just then, a group of Dark Eldar swept into the arena aboard skimmers and attacked indiscriminately. Seizing the opportunity, Angron rolled into the tunnel and fled for his life.

Angron's escape enraged the Daemon Primarch. "Running away, as always. You've always been weak. I'll tear out your bones!"

But the berserk monster was held back by the sudden attack. The World Eaters and Knife-ears in the stands opened fire on each other, and the Great Krumpin began.

The Daemon Primarch cleaved through a Knife-ear blocking his path. More power flooded his body, and he spread his wings and took to the sky. He paid no heed to his troops. He was going to hunt down the weakling he had once been and nail the Butcher's Nails into him.

Nuceria had a small Webway entrance. A Farseer had once foretold that Angron, who had fallen to Nuceria, would slaughter the tribe's Eldar. So when Angron was young, the Knife-ears had tried to capture him, but he always escaped.

Today, the Farseer had issued another warning: if they failed to capture Angron today, they would face nothing but destruction. So the warriors of the tribe had poured out in force, vowing to kill him on the spot.

But the moment they emerged, they realized something was wrong. Having suffered greatly at the hands of Slaanesh, they had arrived on Nuceria only to discover a force of Chaos warriors surrounding the planet. Fierce fighting was underway in orbit, and the Eldar took the opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

A monomolecular blade was pulled from a World Eater's body. Having failed to find Angron, the Dark Eldar began hunting their way out of the battlefield.

The World Eaters climbed into their vehicles and followed close behind. Both sides now had the same target. It was just a matter of who would reach him first.

Using the city for cover, Angron fled in every direction. Battles raged everywhere, and corpses littered the streets. The humans across the planet had gone mad. Angron didn't know why, but all he could do was run.

A massive explosion wiped out more than half the fleet, and Blackwatch finally gained the upper hand in numbers. The ships that broke through the encirclement reached low orbit, with the World Eaters in pursuit. From space, they could see a rebellion raging on the surface. Since they didn't know Angron's exact location, they couldn't glass the planet.

The two Primarchs decided to deploy by air while the ships held off the enemy in space.

Without hesitation, the ships launched a precision Orbital Bombardment against the surface's anti-air defenses. A mixed force boarded Stormbirds and began its descent. The chaos on the surface left it powerless to stop the human forces from arriving.

Hogg spotted the strange force of World Eaters and Eldar below. There was nothing to discuss. The Stormbirds began their bombing run.

Missiles and lasers screamed down onto the surface. Explosions tossed the pursuing vehicles aside. As the Hive City drew closer, Blackwatch and Ultramarines equipped with jump packs leapt from the Stormbirds, intercepting the Xenos and Chaos warriors.

Soldiers from all three sides fought street by street in the Hive City. Bolters, shells, and plasma ravaged the human survivors, who had already gone mad. Before setting out, Hogg had given the order: every living thing on the surface was an enemy. Shoot first and kill them.

Nuceria was beyond saving. With Chaos warriors rampaging across the planet and Khorne's gaze upon it, the only reason the planet hadn't been subjected to Exterminatus was that Angron was still there, awaiting rescue.

Hogg and Guilliman remained aboard the Stormbird instead of joining the ground battle. Their goal was to find Angron.

The Stormbird continued circling the Hive City. A huge winged figure came into view.

"What is that? A daemon?" Guilliman had never seen such a twisted creature. It looked just like the daemons from mythology.

"That's Angron—his future traitor self. He's hunting the good Angron. Open fire and take him out."

The missiles and laser cannons mounted beneath the Stormbird began firing. The Daemon Primarch noticed the attack and dodged the lasers with a midair drift, then beat his wings and shot skyward at an impossibly sharp angle. He cleaved a missile apart with his axe and rode the blast's force onto the Stormbird.

His twisted face turned toward them through the cockpit window. "So, it's Guilliman, the Corpse Emperor's lapdog. I'll take you first, then hunt down that little rat."

Hogg, ignored because of his small stature, wasn't about to let him finish. He charged straight into him, his sharp Power Klaw hooking into the fleshy wing. With a wrench, he tore it off. Taking advantage of his injury, Hogg grew into a seven-meter-tall beast, pinned him down, and drove him toward the ground.

"Damn you! You...? You're a Primarch? How come I've never heard of you?"

"You pathetic piece of shit. There's plenty you don't know. You're finished today. Even Khorne can't save you." With four arms, Hogg had the advantage. As they fell, he pummeled the body beneath him with his fists.

"I'm invincible! You can't kill me!" The Daemon Primarch tried to fight back, but he couldn't budge Hogg's arms.

"The last idiot who said that was digested by me until there wasn't a scrap left. I've decided—I'm going to eat you."

"Boom!" The two monsters slammed into the ground. Even an impact that violent couldn't kill the Daemon Primarch, and they began wrestling, their massive bodies smashing everything around them.

Weapons emerged from Hogg's tentacles and fired wildly at Angron, but a moment later, the giant axe would chop them off. The carapace that could withstand death-ray blasts was split apart by a single blow, but thicker chitinous armor and more tentacles grew back almost instantly. Hogg had never feared a war of attrition.

"Severed Rations!"

Dark red Psionic Energy surged at full power, completely cutting off the gaze of the Warp. Frantic tendrils burrowed into Angron, spreading relentlessly through his body. Khorne's flames couldn't purge the parasites. The daemon's body weakened, leaving him able only to roar in impotent rage.

As time passed, the balance of victory tipped toward Hogg. By then, the two of them had flattened the Hive City. Two of Hogg's arms blocked Angron's blows, while his newly grown tail restrained the Daemon Primarch's movements.

Seizing his chance, Hogg drove his second pair of claws into his opponent and grabbed his spine. With a burst of strength, he tore Angron's body open and ripped out a spine slick with gore.

Defeated, Angron couldn't get back up and could only kneel at Hogg's feet. Hogg tossed aside the trash in his hands, giving it no chance to escape. He picked up Angron's great axe and brought it down with all his might.

The grotesque head flew up and was swallowed by the mouth in Hogg's belly, ending any chance of resurrection.

His teeth began to chew as dark red Psionic Energy seeped into the Daemon Primarch's skull. Hogg spoke to Angron, who was still alive in his mouth. "Even after turning to Chaos, you're still useless. You're not as good as Lorgar. You're a real Joker."

Compared to Lorgar, the Daemon Primarch completely lost it. Before he could get a curse out, more Psionic Energy flooded his remaining brain and reduced him to a gibbering idiot. Then Hogg digested the whole thing into energy.

But the energy Angron returned after being digested was too much, and it left Hogg bloated. Blood-red flames coiled around the giant beast's body, and a trace of crimson veiled his once-emerald eyes.

Three updates today, about 7,000 words.