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 Two: Lelith

The black cube hissed in the middle of the arena, causing filtered gases to spill, covering the floor with a thick veil of smoke.

"Ugh, what the frag?! The fuck happened last night?!" A voice called from inside before pausing. "Uh, hello? Anyone out there? Helloooo?!"

A series of loud taps made the metal clink loudly, prompting laughter from the outside.

"Ya think this is funny, huh? Well laugh it up while ya can, boys and girls," its occupant snarled, "'cause the Main Man is a comin'!"

Suddenly, the cube rocked in place as large dents started to form, the metal bending outward.

Letting out a groan, the cube loudly creaked as a pale hand forced the metal open, ripping it all apart with deadly ease.

Emerging with hands clenched by his sides, Lobo groaned, massaging his scalp and forehead as he dealt with a nasty hangover.

Shaking off his stupor, he then narrowed his blood-red eyes, nictating lenses swishing across them, his mouth curled into a vicious snarl, his nostrils flaring in agitation.

"Ohh yeah! Someone is definitely tired of breathing!" The Czarnian growled. "Who's the scum-sucking HOLY FRAGAROLI!" He suddenly exclaimed, rearing his head back, his red eyes stretching all the way open in shock, registering the overwhelming assault on his senses. "What the fuck is this?!"

Lobo was completely unprepared for the sheer sensory bombardment that assaulted him from every direction, his head feeling as if it were being continually dropkicked into oblivion.

Never in all his years had Lobo ever sensed so much fear, despair, agony and death, nor on such a colossal scale.

The last time he ever recalled such a sensation was back when he used to be a teenager after freshly offing his own homeworld, only multiplied by a trillion.

The Czarnian cautiously studied his surroundings, taking in everything slowly.

He was in a massive coliseum with an unusual configuration and an open sky, which was continuously shifting and twisting in ways that gave Lobo a headache from just watching.

He saw a number of dying stars, suns and worlds, all of them arranged in unnatural configurations, some hovering so close that he could make out various towers and cities, the land around him bathed with the half glow of crimson.

Flecks of blood rained from the sky, where he saw great spiked pillars and spires with a number of convulsing cadavers as they struggled to pry themselves free or cry from help.

"Feetal's Gizz, get a load of this fraggin place!" He swore, taking it all in.

Lobo was no stranger to violence and cruelty; as a bounty hunter, he had been to incredibly dangerous and deranged worlds, from Vorr, Ysmault and Apokolips to goddamned Warworld, but this place put all those worlds to shame!

'And here I thought nothing would surprise me,' he mused.

From the sidelines, he spotted a packed throng of bodies teeming in the millions, all of whom were cheering and jeering, some of them mockingly laughing.

Curious, he tilted his head, eying these beings with interest.

The majority of them were deathly pale with sharp features, so pale that, for a moment, Lobo had nearly mistaken them for other Czarnians, but it was only through very careful observations that he realized that they were a different species entirely. Though these beings were as pale as Czarnians, they didn't possess the tell-tale features of his species such as the red featureless eyes. One or two would have some form of runes or glyphs on their faces, and though their ears were pointed, they were far longer than that of his species.

But even more apparent, however, was their behavior - whereas Czarnians were pacifistic in nature, by contrast, these beings were ruthless in a way that only a guy like Lobo could appreciate.

In an odd way, the bounty hunter felt more kinship and attachment to these beings than he ever had to his own people.

Closing his eyes, Lobo inhaled deeply, relishing the taste in the air.

Sweet wounded mother, this was something else!

The very air felt thick with suffering, an unrelenting, crashing waterfall without end.

Still, as cool as it all was, the Main Man was nobody's chained dog, and he was gonna get out of this, one fraggin' way or another.

Stepping toward the audience, Lobo let out a scream as he suddenly felt a sharp burning sensation, causing them to laugh and point at him.

Closing his eyes once more, Lobo basked in the pain, licking his lips with an audible sigh of pleasure, his reactions creating confusion amongst the watching audience members.

He stayed like that for several minutes when a sharp jolt forced him backward, the bounty hunter grunting.

"Damn it, I was enjoying that!" He groaned.

He heard one or two audience members call out in some language that he didn't understand, but their contempt was pretty evident.

Flipping them off, Lobo turned away from them and started looking around, the bounty hunter giving pause to some of the various contenders that he spotted.

There was a whole range of different species, some that he knew of, while others he had trouble identifying.

In one part of the arena were a collection of humans, much to Lobo's surprise, although their thick green combat armor didn't resemble anything that he recalled seeing back on Earth, especially their helmets, all of which had a large silver skull with wings on the side as their motif.

A few men and women wore fancier clothing - their commanding officers, if Lobo had to guess - while some of the humans were accompanied by ten-foot-tall giants. The latter had drawn Lobo's interest, mainly due to the fact that their height to mass ratio seemed to be twice that of a normal human being's. A few of the giants were dumb-looking in appearance with a ponderous gait in their step, though one or two of them seemed to have a little more going on between the ears.

"Huh. I don't remember seeing those around," the Czarnian mused.

He had been brawling with Superman and bar-crawling on Earth long enough to know that hardly any of that planet's militaries had anything remotely that interesting.

Was this some new militia or mercenary branch?

Approaching the nearest batch, Lobo watched as the group turned to see him, only for them to immediately tense up and raise their weapons in alert, all of them melee-based.

"Stop right where you are, Xenos scum!" A man in an officer's uniform spat in English, pointing a saber that the bounty hunter.

Lobo huffed, giving a dismissive wave, more irritated than threatened. "Ease up, Clyde," he spoke in the human's language. "I just want to know where we are. What is this place? What the hell's going on?"

"Like I'd waste a word on the likes of you! I shall smite you for the God Emperor!"

Lobo rolled his eyes, replying, "Yeah? Blow me. I crap bigger than you."

Flipping them off, Lobo turned his back from the soldiers and departed, although his interest was somewhat piqued.

God Emperor, huh? Is that what the little mud people of Earth are calling you nowadays, Supes?

Had Superman decided to nut up and take over the planet while the Main Man had been away?

A smirk formed at the corner of the Czarnian's mouth at the thought.

God Emperor Superman. Interesting title, all things considering.

And yet, based on past experience, and the fact that Supes was too much of a pantywaist to ever force a planet into complete and total submission, Lobo had doubts that were the case.

The soldiers' aura, along with their aggressiveness and their very apparent xenophobic remarks, were indicators enough that they would never have accepted just anyone as an emperor, let alone an alien.

Of course, that was assuming the stupid monkeys would even know what was and wasn't human in the first place, for there were plenty of species that bore uncanny similarities to them, some so similar that they would have easily passed themselves off as human.

Moving further away from them, the Czarnian approached another giant figure that stood some meters away by himself, piquing Lobo's interest. Whereas the others looked almost looked malformed, this one in particular, however, was different, wearing much heavier and more elaborate-looking red armor armor, his frame so heavy and large that Lobo initially mistook him for an android. On the pauldrons was some sort of black bird or raven.

"Hey, buddy," Lobo spoke up, "can you tell me where-"

"ABANDON REASON!" The armored man screamed nonsensically, interrupting him, "KNOW ONLY WAR!"

Blinking, the bounty hunter raised a hairless brow.

"...I think you might be a nugget short of a Happy Meal, Clyde. Listen-"

"DIE, SCUM! TAKE NO PRISONERS! FOR THE EMPEROR! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!"

"...Oooookay then." Realizing that he wasn't going to get anywhere with this dude, Lobo left him alone as the armored nutjob ranted and raved to himself, moving onto another batch of humans, albeit less impressive-looking.

From the way they were all dressed along with the fact that they were all sniveling, they seemed to be civilians, a mix of young men and women, some of them in their early to mid-twenties, some no more than teenagers.

Upon seeing him, the group cowered, letting out startled cries, with some hiding their children from him.

Lobo smirked, flashing his fangs before reaching into the pocket of his jacket, drawing out a cigar.

Flicking the talons on his thumb and index finger together, the bounty hunter lit it up, puffing out thick clouds.

"Can ya understand me, meatbags?" he questioned in English.

One of them, a young man of twenty, blinked, nodding dumbly.

"Good." Finally, someone cooperative. Waving off the flames from his talons, Lobo puffed on his cigar. "Where are we?"

The man swallowed. "You...you aren't Drukhari?" he questioned.

"'Drukhari'?" Lobo raised a scaly brow. "What's that?"

"That's the name of the race that brought us here. Also known as Dark Eldar." His mouth curled in disgust, "Bunch of cutthroats, slavers and pirates, the lot of them!"

The Czarnian grinned. "Sounds like my kind of people!"

The man warily eyed him, like one confronted by a rabid tiger or wolf, muttering, "...Perhaps so." He tilted his head slightly. "Um...are you sure you're not a Drukhari? You look an awful lot like one."

A woman shook her head. "No, Steven. Look at 'im - no Drukhari has his height, let alone has eyes like his. His ears are also nowhere near as long."

Lobo interestedly glanced at her. "Smart gal. You familiar with these guys?"

The woman frowned. "Me brother-in-law is a rogue trader with the Imperium. Heard all sorts of nastiness about 'em. There's talk that they're the nastiest pieces of work in all the galaxy. Rumor has it that they had a massive empire that lasted for sixty-five million years."

"Really? So what happened?"

"We don't know," "Steven" spoke up. "There's all sorts of talk about what happened. Some suggested the Necrons, some suggested the Tyrannids, the Orks. I heard talk that supposedly the God Emperor himself had cursed them with an eternal thirst."

Lobo never heard of any of these races, but the last point had him intrigued. "'Thirst'? These guys are bloodsuckers?"

"Nay, stranger. According to me brother-in-law, they feed off one's agony and suffering in order to keep themselves young."

Beside her, another man with freckles and buckteeth nodded. "Aye, I heard talk about that as well. Rumor has it the Drukhari had become so hedonistic over the course of millions of years that they had birthed a dark god into existence as a result of their excesses."

Lobo let out an incredulous laugh. "What?! Get the fuck out of here! You're pulling my leg, right?"

The man shook his head. "I'm only telling you what I heard. Supposedly the reason they capture, torture and murder others is in order to survive and keep said-god from devouring their souls."

The bounty hunter digested the information, nictating lenses swiping across his glowing red eyes.

Slipping his tongue between his sharp teeth, Lobo chuckled, crowing loudly before letting out a hearty laugh. "Whoo! No shit?! These guys murder-fucked a god into existence?!"

The speaker shrugged. "Supposedly. I never dared asked - from what I hear, them Eldar and Drukhari are a prideful lot, and the latter are very nasty."

"Hm." Puffing on his cigar, Lobo thoughtfully nodded, smiling at the thought. "Birthing a god through millions of years of non-stop murder-orgies? Fuck, that's AWESOME! I would have LOVED to have been a part of that! Shit, the thought of it just makes my pants feel tighter."

The civilians gave him disgusted looks, all of which the Main Man ignored.

Dropping the smile, he continued, "You never answered my question. Where are we?"

Beside the man, a woman spoke up, "This-This is Commorragh, stranger."

Lobo furrowed a scaly brow. "'Commorragh'?"

"Y-Yes, sir."

Nictating membranes flared as the Czarnian tested the name. "Commorragh..." Clicking his tongue, he shrugged. "Can't say I've ever heard of it in the Vega system. Ah, we are in the Vega system, aren't we?"

The man stared at him for long while, then shook his head, "I'm afraid I have never heard of that. All you need to know, stranger, is that we are in very serious trouble."

At that moment, a speaker sounded off, and a voice boomed loudly, part of it spoken in a language that Lobo himself couldn't understand. Moments later, a translated segment was spoken.

"Entities and other things! Welcome...to the Crucibael," Lobo heard from the microphone. "Our most lavishly appointed and most spectacular arena in all of Commorragh itself. From the city-sized laser-grid of its toroid Reaper arena, to the black-veined living jade of its mighty galleries, the Crucibael is one of our greatest spectacles. Many of you have been gathered from all across the universe in order to accomplish one purpose and for one purpose only: to fight. You...have all been chosen to participate. A grand prize awaits the winner at the end, but in order to attain it, you only need to do one. Very. Simple. Thing: survive."

The last word echoed, every being in the coliseum exchanging nervous looks with one another, save for Lobo, who only crossed his arms, looking unimpressed.

"And now," the speaker continued, "the moment we have all been waiting for! May your deaths be swift, and may your agonies last forever."

From the opposite end, a number of female figures appeared into the arena, a mixture of armored and unarmored, some barely even dressed at all.

Licking his chops, Lobo eyed every female warrior that appeared with interest.

"Man! I think I just died and went to Heaven!" He wolfishly grinned.

"I wouldn't be too sure of that, stranger," one of the men warned. "The Drukhari may look beautiful, but don't let that fool you - they are no angel."

Lobo then turned, his grin growing even more. "All the better!"

Turning back to the women, he watched as the crowd cheered in a frenzy as some of the women started to disembowel some chained-up humans.

One woman in particular looked like an old hag, but upon killing some the latter, Lobo observed, her features became more youthful and vibrant.

Every woman that appeared appealed to the bounty hunter's sensibilities, but one in particular captured his immediate interest above all others.

Some minutes after their appearance, a resounding hushed silence suddenly fell over the entire coliseum itself as a single individual emerged, with all eyes focused on her.

Stepping through the gate and mesmerizing the audience with an otherworldly fluidity was a lone woman, her appearance one of sensual beauty and supple grace.

Turning his attention to this mysterious figure, Lobo straightened, his blood feeling hot as he eyed her with pure lust.

Feetal's Gizz, and here he thought his own fantasies were lewd - this woman was on a whole other level!

She was Perfection incarnate, all of Lobo's most horrific and nastiest desires combined and manifested into physical reality, a lethal cocktail of sex, murder and death.

Pale skin enticingly clad in the skimpiest clothing imaginable, practically little more than a bra and thong, revealing her highly toned body, while her shoulder and arms were partially clad in razor-lined pauldrons and gauntlets, her long legs and bare feet edged with spurs.

Long, silky and flowing crimson hair redder than blood was draped past her bare shoulders, some of it woven together with what looked unmistakably like thousands of silver hooks and barbs.

But it was her face that really caught Lobo's attention, looking more like a finely-made sculpture with long sharp ears, a perfect straight nose, and lush full red lips, her expression of complete, cold and calculating calm. Her red eyes were almond-shaped and slightly diagonal, though under her left orbit was a red glyph tattoo consisting of five straight lines, looking as if she were crying blood.

Lobo poked one of the captives beside him. "Hey, Clyde," the former spoke, pointing to the woman, "who's the hot piece of ass over there?"

The latter's eyes widened in alarm as he suddenly shushed him.

"Are you trying to get killed, man?! Keep your damned voice down," the man whispered. "Do you not know who she is?!"

"Well duh!" Lobo retorted. "I wouldn't have asked otherwise."

The man shook his head, muttering in exasperation, "God Emperor help me." Letting a sigh, he continued, "That is not a woman you want to piss off, stranger! That is Lelith Hesperax, Queen of Blades! Head Succubi of the Wych Cult of Strife, and Asdrubael Vect's personal favorite fighter."

Lobo tilted his head, his eyes focused on her barely concealed breasts, smirking as he commented, "I can see why. Maybe she and I should...get better acquainted."

With that, the Czarnian boldly made his way toward her, drawing exasperated and puzzled looks from the humans.

"W-WAIT!" One of the women cried. "Y-YOU CAN'T JUST LEAVE US!"

"Do you have cash on ya?"

"N...no..."

Lobo shrugged. "Sorry, babe, I only work for top dollar. Looks like you're on your own. Now, if you don't mind, I have a hot minx to speak to."

Turning his back on them, the bounty hunter proceeded onward, ignoring their cries and pleas for help, focused on nothing else but the simmering redhead with the killer instinct. Lobo shouldered his way through a crowd unabated, shoving aside effortlessly various beings that were blocking his path, drawing a mixture of glares, threatening and confused looks by many different species.

One snake-like being with four arms hissed threateningly at him, but Lobo backhanded him, sending him sputtering several feet along the ground. "Outta the way, chump! The Main Man's got a hot number to pick up!"

Crouching low, the bounty hunter suddenly leapt high over the heads of a group of Drukhari fighters, startling them all before crashing down onto the floor just ten feet from Lelith, creating a crater beneath him.

As the dust cleared, Lobo rose to his full height and towered over the Succubi, nictating membranes flaring as he took her in.

Letting out an appreciative whistle, he grinned at the approaching woman.

"Weellll, little lady!" He purred, licking his chops hungrily, "Hello!"

The woman said nothing, her eyes filled with clear scorn for him.

Not that Lobo minded.

"Your name's Lelith, right?" He questioned. "The name's Lobo. Tell me something, babe - are you a screamer? 'Cause the Main Man knows a screamer when he sees one."

He had to admit, the Drukhari's self-control was admirable, but he was able to notice the almost imperceptible clench of her jaw. Her red eyes, however, were ablaze with a wicked fury, a fire that promised nothing but pain.

"I will have your tongue, cur," Lelith spoke, her voice soft and silent, barely even rising a decibel, yet sweet like honeyed velvet.

Lobo relished the anger simmering off her.

Fuck, even her voice was sexy.

Lobo amusedly chuckled, not feeling threatened at all. "My tongue?" he repeated. "Lady, if it's my tongue you want, then I'll gladly give it to ya!"

Sticking out the aforementioned organ, the Czarnian sliced it off with his hook without even flinching, causing Lelith to give pause at the unexpected action, before tossing it directly to her.

Catching it one-handed, the Wych looked down, her eyes widening in surprise as the tongue started to wriggle around suggestively before looking back to its owner in shock.

Smirking, Lobo opened his mouth wide, showing her his reforming tongue as it grew back within mere seconds, saying, "For your pleasure, my lady. To do with as you please."

The look she gave was one of mild disgust, though from the slight glance that Lelith gave to the wriggling part, she seemed somewhat intrigued.

Looking back to him, the Succubi tossed the organ down to the floor, crushing it beneath her heel.

"Tell me, Mon'keigh," she said slowly, "what species are you? I have never encountered your kind before."

"I'm a Czarnian," he answered.

She furrowed her brow. "'Czarnian'?" Lelith repeated, unfamiliar with the word.

He put his hands on his hips. "Yep. You won't find anyone else like me around, babe - the Main Man is a one of a kind," he said, pointing his thumb at himself at the last point. "I personally made sure of it after I fragged everyone on my planet." His eyes narrowed, a shit-eating grin on his face as he said lustfully, "Why don't we go some place and I can fill you in on the details while we rut like animals? Or we can do it right here. Lady's choice."

Lobo's grin grew as he saw her temper flare, the woman visibly repulsed.

"You disgusting creature!" She growled. "Know your place!"

He tossed his head back and heartily laughed. "OOH, I like the sound of that! Why don't you come here and show me? I could use a li'l...education." The Czarnian suggestively raised his hairless brows, slipping his tongue between his fangs as he licked his chops, drinking in her growing wrath.

It was then that Lelith flashed a sharp-toothed grin of her own, her features hard and cruel as she raised two deadly-looking knives in readiness, taking the first step forward in this deadly dance.