Choke Me Daddy

There was a lot to do still in the world of Fiore, one of which was a guild that still called Nyx their leader. This was a problem, given that the female that went by that name was now a devout member of his and had no intention of going back to the guild to take control of it as a separate entity. Because of this, the God of Skulls was going to take matters into his own hands. He would show up, tell them they had a choice to make, join or leave, and then deal with those that took offense to the options given to them. To do such a thing was simple, which was shown by Chaoris simply opening up a portal from within his realm to show up on the outside of the Savage Skull guild hall before kicking the doors open and walking in with weapons at the ready. "Savage Skull! Your guild master is no longer with you, she is one of mine now. You may join me, leave, or die trying to stop me!" The deep, gravelly, voice would echo out through every inch of the building, drawing out everyone that was still within the place. Soon he would know who would join him, who would leave willingly, and who was going to be a blood smear along these soon to be empty halls.

The voice that echoed through the dark corridors of the guild Savage Skull was met with utter silence at first. An eerie and complete absence of sound that crept on to you that suddenly got broken apart by an explosion of sounds. Screams and roars bellowing from the deep resonated with the entire guild which trembled on its very foundations as the scream got louder and louder. This was their answer, this was how Savage Skull answered the standing invitation, with anger and madness. After all, never before had the Savages met such insolence on their own grounds.

However as soon as the noise started to dwindle a low taunting laugh was to be heard, and as it got louder it was clear someone was approaching the stranger. His footsteps echoed through the darkness and as he emerged from the shadows at the other side of the hall, the stranger could see Dahau. A man that looked as if he was in his mid forties, clad in battle armor and a cloak dragging behind him. With cold eyes he looked at his adversary, but couldn't help that his lips curled up into a conceited smile. 'Join you?' scoffed Dahau, while slowly crimson eyes and chesires smiles appeared all around the guild hall, all looking towards the man that dared to step into their guild. 'Boy, do you even have the slightest idea where you are, do you even comprehend the fact that you are nothing more than an insect standing in the presence of a superior spiecies of leviathans! One foolish enough that can only perceive a fantasy world where he askes the darkest of guilds for subjugation! No, we will not yield. We don't deal with inferior creatures as yourself'

At first, there was nothing more than the same silence as the God of Blood stood there after his message he told the guild. It seemed to drag on as if to make someone uncomfortable until every voice from within seemed to cry out in anger at the same time. Clearly, they had never dealt with someone that would dare challenge them as a whole, on their own, and show any type of determination to put them all down should they come for the challenger. Even as the anger had begun, the rage shaking the very foundations of the place as it did so, it would also die. The dwindling of screams would turn into the taunting laugh of but one being as the sound of footsteps could be heard moving towards Chaoris. The one that came forth was older but clearly dressed for a fight. The words he spat were in mocking of the God that he stood before as if he thought this guild could handle fighting a deity.

"You speak as if you know my power. But the leviathans will find themselves slain when they meet the sword of a god. They will be struck down as if naught but the insect you try and call me. You think this subjugation a fantasy? Fight me! Show me that you can stop such a thing! Fight and die, learn how wrong you are the hard way!" With that he would prepare his weapons for a fight. It would likely not be near as hard as some he had had to deal with among the other gods. There were no deities here and no slayers of gods, and thus he had no worries about anyone doing any permanent damage to him here and now.

As his enemy readied his weapons, so would Dahau by summoning forth four floating artillery units that orbited around him. The barrel alone was already two meters in length making it in total larger than a regular car. Intimidating, to say the least, and the Savages knew it after all Dahau was known to be the guilds war machine. A one-man army that could devastate entire towns on his own. Mostly the Savages would stay and watch their ace turn his enemies into a bloody pulp, but this time some of them backed away. Their eyes that glowed with malice before faded as they retreated back into the shadows because despite their faith in Dahau’s strength they also realized there was still an unknown factor. The stranger that challenged the entire guild was unfazed by Dahau’s presence and even answered the supreme savage with a declaration of war. It didn’t take a genius to know that there was only one possible outcome and some of the mages weren’t planning to be caught in the middle of this battle. Yet those that left were only a few in number, most of the mages in the dark guild enjoyed a good portion of violence, they even thrived on it, thinking that this battle was also a good opportunity to climb the ladder of chaos and maybe even fall in favour with Dahau.

‘It’s too late for proof’ ushered Dahau. Despite Atuzite’s attempt to demand proof for such a bold claim, it was already too late. Even if it was true, both Dahau and the stranger had drawn their weapons. And determined enough that they would see this through to the end. No, it was crystal clear that none of them was planning to back down.
‘The time for diplomacy is over! We can only punish this megalomaniac fool that proclaims himself a god and dares to mock us! So come my Savages! Show him the might of Savage Skull whilst you strike him down!’

Dahau wasn’t even planning to lift a single finger, instead he would stand back and watch as the mages of Savage Skull would swarm around the stranger and even fight among themselves to strike to first blow. Or so he thought. The moment Dahau ushered his command he came to a harsh realization. Namely that he wasn’t the one who was in command of the guild anymore. Instead of that every single mage would run towards his enemy, ready to kill the stranger where he stands, it was only half that sprinted forwards. Who’ll come to a sudden halt as soon as they realized that not everyone was charging, instead they watched as the remaining Savages would surround them and readied their weapons. The enemy’s long reach had already infected the guild and divided it into two fighting camps. ‘Impossible!’ bellowed Dahau with a wrathful voice that trembled through the entire hall. Gone was the prideful man from before, gone was the conceited smirk that placed Dahau above every other being. In return, his face had turned foul, with a layer of pure hatred and anger. ‘You dare to betray the guild! Betray me! Only to side with this usurper! Fine! I’ll strike you all down! Starting with him!’
At that moment a large battle broke out in the entire hall, Savages fighting Savages, a true rebellion with only one prize, those who survive would rule.
In the same spur of that moment Dahau launched his offence as well, he charged forwards in a matter of seconds while his entire form changed into a different being. A large humanoid form clad in black armour with a horned skull as a head. The darkness and shadow he enveloped himself in traced behind him as rapidly approached his enemy. In his hand, a blade roughly the size of a claymore materialized and was hoisted high, ready to strike his opponent the split second Dahay would reach him.
What travelled at an even greater speed passed Dahau were the four large cannons from before. In a single moment, they had surpassed the Savage ace and had taken a surrounding position from above around Korne and fired in that same moment a short barrage upon the mage and stopped right before Dahau would reach him and swing down his sword.

Smrt was sleeping unaware of the problems that were happening. He dreamed of unicorns and killing, about Mari and lover making, about training and getting stronger. Meanwhile his guild mates were killing each other.
A loud crash and an explosion was the thing that got to him,breaking his peace and angering him.
He jumped quickly out of his bed taking all his gear. Staff in hand, coat on the back, hair spiky, he ran and bashed through the hallways.
Seeing his guild mates fight he was not sure what do so he phased through the floor to the main room, and the sight of his masters guns made his bones frozen. His master has boiling hot with anger the guns following him. He was charging at a figure and Smrt knew that the guild was under attack.
Using his staff he enlarged himself to the roof and smashed at the first group that was closest, breaking the floor boards.
"What the @$&%¡¿ is happening!"

Proof? Why would one want proof when a god was already before them? Could they not process information correctly? After the one with the gas mask asked for proof of their own guild master leaving them the proper events would happen, leaving Chaoris with a good enough reason to simply shrug off the question. Fighting would break out, blood would begin to be shed as the standard mages and members of the guild began to split in twain as they fought for whichever side they thought was their new leader. With the fighting finally on Chaoris would watch as the one that had come from the very beginning to confront him send out cannon while hiding his form under that of a shadowy beast. Cowardice, treachery, no wonder Nyx had left them to serve under the God of Blood! The cannon fire would meet multiple laters of blood that was set up as shields before the War-god would charge at the monster that had challenged him. A hand would grab onto a throat, ignoring any wounds he might take as if they were nothing to worry about now, and would squeeze and shake until the shadows departed. Once that was done he would throw the man as if he was a ragdoll before fending off a few other Savage Skull members as he spoke.

"No more hiding! No more cowardice! Join me in endless war, bloodshed, the taking of skulls, honorable combat. There are no more shadows, only war!" The god would fight for as long as was needed to beat them into submission, kill them, or run them off if it came to it. He would not be stopped, already a good chunk of this guild took their place with him as they fought those that refused to step down or join. They could so easily leave and never look back, he would not force them to join. There was no honor in servitude, no honor in stabbing them in the back for not joining. They would still do things that empowered him, gave him more power over all he looked over, and not having the guild mark of Nightmare would not hurt his feelings. He had more than enough beings funneling him what his realm asked for, what he needed were loyalty and devotion. Would these that were here learn what was needed? Or would they die a fools death today?

In that very moment it felt as if the entire world stopped moving, time froze while Dahau tried to wrap his mind around the very fact that he just got beaten in one fell swoop. As condesending and belittling he was, he just got swatted as the very insect he called his opponent before. With one hand he got beaten, stopped in his tracks, his dark coil stripped and eventually thrown into the nearest wall that came crumbling down the moment Dahau crashed into it.

Now he laid there, amidst the rubble with a feeling he hasn't felt in over eighty years of undefeated victories. Fear. The very feat he always figured impossible has shaken his foundations and shattered the core of his very being. For a moment Dahau's usual arrogant pride was no longer, instead he was just an old man trying to grasp the very person he was facing.

'Impossible!' he shouted loudly with an erratic voice the moment the dust settled. 'You can't! It's impossible!' Dahau was frenzied, as the fear he finally felt wasn't t because of the overwhelming power his opppnent showed. But the very realization that this man was the final answer on a riddle that Dahau could never solve. Namely what is the darkness he so devotely serves. But the moment this man touched him and dispersed his darkness, he knew, he felt the familiar power that resided inside the guild. This man was is the very incarnation, he was the one that was promised, he was god.

Tell me'Dahau asked 'are you the one, are you the true face of what lays behind the veil of darkness! Are you the very reason of my devotion!'

His voice bellowed through the hall and changed the entire atmosphere in the guild. No longer were the Savages fighting, but instead looked at the scene that unfolded before them, because they knew that this very moment had a stink of destiny about it.
The answer was clear, and as Dahau listened to the words of Korne he couldn't help but fall to his knees and plead his fealty to his new master. 'I... I submit. Chain me or let me loose on the world and wreck havoc, I am yours to command.'

The strongest one here, the one he had treated like a ragdoll mere moments before, seemed to think it was impossible that he could have lost so easily. He would proceed to yell questions and then submit at the end of it. So that was that. This group was brought into submission for the most part. Those that were coming with him had all gathered round, those that wished to survive and go elsewhere were heading out, and those that wanted to remain fighting were either dead or dying.

As the fighting was over, weapons and armor would be sent back to his realm as he began to speak. "What seems impossible to you, seems normal to me. The divine is hard to comprehend when you are not warned about the exact events. You say this place is Savage Skull, and ask if I am the one that hides behind the veil of darkness? I am the God of War, Blood, Honor, and Skulls. I am told by others that I am savage in combat. All of the signs point to me being what you call the 'Darkness' Now that you have submitted, go and do that which I am the god of. Shed blood, fight, commit honorable acts in the way you see fit. Bring back the skulls as offerings, fight with weapons and fist alike. I will not force you to do my every bidding, you are a free being that serves me. Not a slave, but a follower. Rise, rise and let me take you all to the guild hall of Nightmare. I am sure you will enjoy it." With that said he would open up a rift for them all to leave through. It would lead directly to the inside of the guild hall, as if they had just gone through the doors, and would allow the new recruits access to wander and learn what they were not joining.