Fight Night: A Lobo/Warhammer 40K Crossover

By evolution-500

Genre: Horror/Romance

Disclaimer: Lobo is a property owned by DC Comics and Lelith Hesperax, Commoragh and "Warhammer 40K" are properties belonging to Games Workshop. I do not own these characters.

WARNING: This story contains references to violence, coarse language, disturbing themes and imagery. Reader discretion is advised.

Chapter One: Commorragh

Several hours later...

Dark clouds rained blood over the twisting city of Commoragh, the sharp spires and bending towers angrily jutting out with spikes, some of which possessed a writhing body.

Sitting cross-legged in his shifting throne room, Archon Asdrubael Vect leaned his head back against his seat, relishing the dark cold serenity of his home, along with the endless suffering wrought on his latest victims.

On the walls, columns and parts of the ceiling, old and new bodies lined them, while chained to his throne were two female slaves dressed in scandalous clothing, their bodies marked with cuts and bruises, their eyes empty.

Sharply inhaling through his nostrils, the Archon gave a throaty groan of satisfaction as he savored the suffering around him, feeling their collective agonies rejuvenating him.

On both sides of his throne, his Incubi bodyguards stood stiffly in alert, their massive Klaives sharp and ready for blood.

A knock came from the end of a long hallway, drawing the Archon's attention.

"Enter!" He called, his voice booming.

From the other end of the hallway, the door opened, revealing Archon Drazgard Ourakos as he struggled to carry himself inside, the Archon accompanied by a pair of Incubi. Behind him, four chained slaves were dragging along a large black cube that was ten feet high and five feet long, the shape suspended in the air by hovering device.

Surrounding the cube, though, were three Kabalite warriors, all of whom were heavily injured, with parts of their armor completely broken.

The Kabal of The Bloody Root was a relatively new collection of Drukhari mercenaries, but its leader, Ourakos, was a Trueborn of good reputation, one who had always been resourceful and cunning.

And yet, Vect couldn't help noting with some hint of amusement, it would seem that this latest raid had not gone well for poor Drazgard; not only was his helm and armor completely broken, with shattered horns and a gaping hole in the eyepiece, his face had been badly marred.

The Overlord watched as Drazgard struggled to approach, his whole form shaking in pain, though he did his utmost to hide his discomfort.

Stopping in front of Vect's throne, Drazgard deeply bowed alongside his men, all of them following up with a serious of complex accompanying greeting gestures.

"All hail Supreme Overlord Vect, Archon of the Black Heart," he spoke loudly for all to hear. "May his reign of Commorragh never cease."

Vect nodded. "Thank you, Archon Drazgard. Now rise." He watched as the lesser Archon complied. "Tell me then - what news do you bring?"

Drazgard straightened as he stood at attention, his face flayed and bloodied. "We were enroute to harvest an Exodite world when our vessel had inadvertently slipped into an unknown channel within the Webway. That path had taken us to another universe, one filled with numerous oddities, the likes of which we Drukhari have never seen."

Propping his arm up on an armrest, Vect rested the side of his forehead on his gauntleted hand, his features carefully controlled as he gestured to the Archon to continue.

"We had arrived at a planet that the indigenous species had referred to as "Garnet"," Drazgard continued, "and it was there that my men and I seized a great many slaves as well as encountered one of these oddities." Raising a trembling hand, the Archon gestured to the black cube. "In this container, Supreme Overlord, is my gift to you - a creature with a strength and ferocity exceeding that of every Drukhari, Tyrannid or Ork imaginable. We had thrown everything at it - Electrocorrosive Whips, Agonisers, Liquefier Guns, Mindphase Gauntlets......the damned thing was even able to survive an Ossefactor."

Even Vect couldn't hide his surprise as his brows raised. "Truly?"

"Yes, your grace. Not even our Shuriken Pistols were able to hurt it, let alone draw blood - the creature has a healing factor unlike any organism that we have ever come across. We had initially believed it to have been tainted by the Ruinous Powers, but our analysis of the creature has thankfully dispelled that notion. Regardless, it is a being of enormous power, more akin to Khaine himself than any Ork or human that I have ever encountered."

Vect carefully hid his interest with well-practiced stoicism, his features a mask of calm, not missing the hint of awe in Drazgard's tone.

Even some of his Incubi were caught off-guard by the revelation, for Ossefactors were weapons of terrifying capabilities. Wielded and specially crafted by the Lords of Pain, the Haemonculi were some of Commorragh's most brilliant minds and flesh sculptors, responsible for no shortage of many twisted contraptions and creations, among them being the Wracks and the Ossefactors. The latter were especially terrifying to many a Commorrite due to their causing excessive bone growth, all of which resulted in unpredictable spurts of bone coming out in the most unfathomable of ways, maximizing excruciating agony in their targets.

While somewhat doubtful, part of Vect, however, was a little curious regardless; a creature surviving such havoc on their own body, let alone healing from it, was unheard of, making him all the more intrigued by this new bounty.

"These are rather extraordinary claims that you have made, Drazgard," Vect spoke, his voice soft yet no less rich and powerful. "For the many centuries that I have known you, you are hardly one to exaggerate. And yet, even I must cast some doubt on your words. I gather this Mon'keigh is the one responsible for your...condition?"

Drazgard cleared his throat, nodding. "Y-Yes, my lord. These men that you see before you, along with myself, are all that remain of my Kabal. This creature has slain everyone and everything in its path.......including my son."

"...I see." Vect raised himself slightly, asking, "How did you manage to capture this creature, pray tell?"

The Archon wearily shook his head. "The beast was relentless in his pursuit of us. It had followed us into space on some Reaver-like transport and nearly destroyed my vessel, and if it hadn't been for the fact that it had been drunk, my men and I wouldn't have survived."

Vect stared with unblinking disbelief as he digested that last bit of information. "'Drunk'?"

"Yes, my lord. We found that it had been heavily intoxicated with some unidentified form of alcoholic beverage, one of such potency that it made the concoctions employed by the Kabal of the Poisoned Tongue seem like mere candy in comparison."

Silence filled the throne room as the news of such a ridiculous thing echoed.

One or two of the Incubi snorted in derision, while a few cast curious glances over at the black cube's occupant.

Clasping his hands together in front of him, Vect frowned. "Let me get this straight - the only reason why you were able to survive and capture this creature...was because it had been drunk?"

"Yes, Supreme Overlord. It was only through sheer luck that we were able to find a way to incapacitate this creature and secure it."

Vect lightly chuckled, the sound grating, before tossing his head back in full-blown laughter.

"How amusing. I gather this creature is meant for the arenas."

"NO!" The Archon cried out in alarm, catching the Overlord off-guard before collecting himself, clearing his throat again. "Erm, my apologies, Supreme Overlord. W-What I meant to say is that I think it would be safer to not have the creature released, that it would be far better utilized in its incapacitated state as an amplifier."

The Supreme Overlord blinked. "'Amplifier'?"

"Yes, my lord. It is an unknown species of empath, one that has a number of Aeldari traits. We have noticed that its presence seemed to somehow enhance the various sensations that we felt. May I give a demonstration?"

Vect waved him on, saying, "By all means."

"Thank you, my lord." Drazgard turned to one of of the Kabalite warriors, nodding to him. Nodding back in silence, the Kabalite took out a whip and lashed one of the slaves, who sharply cried out.

Sitting himself up, Vect straightened in interest as he felt it.

It wasn't the first time that a slave had been disciplined in front of him, let alone with the crack of a whip, but he knew the taste of pain that came with it very well.

Now, however, that sensation has been multiplied considerably, causing a sense of euphoria to spread amongst the Drukhari.

"My my!" Vect grinned. "Truly, this is a unique gift! I shall see to it that you are properly compensated."

The Archon bowed. "Thank you, my lord."

Vect leaned forward. "Tell me, Drazgard - are there...others of its kind?"

Drazgard frowned. "My men and I are looking into the matter to see if there are any more like it. That being said, however, chances of it are slim; according to a boast made by this creature, it is the only one of its kind...on the basis of it having supposedly murdered the rest."

Vect raised a brow slightly. "Truly?"

"So it had claimed," Drazgard replied, shrugging.

Putting his palms together, Vect silently furrowed his brows, clicking his tongue.

"Hm. Interesting." Lifting his head, he then gestured to the black cube. "I wish to see this creature fight for myself."

As his words echoed, Drazgard's remaining eye widened in alarm. "But my lord-!"

"If this being is as strong as you claim it is," Vect said slowly, "then it is all the more reason to see it fight. I have a feeling we will all be in for something special." The Dark Overlord pulled his mouth into a sharp-toothed grin. "Lelith has been aching for a good challenge lately. Why don't we oblige her?"