Warhammer 40: Doom

Chapter 85 Forgive me, Mother!

If the gods of the Warp are willing to make an oath for something, it means that they will not easily break their promises.

"Look what we've prepared for you!"

With a strange accent, Tzeentch spread his arms, gesturing for Doom to look around: "This is the perfect place to make a vow, how can we do without an audience? They are the most suitable witnesses!"

Like a stage emcee, He waves to invite the audience onto the stage to witness the protagonist's brilliant performance.

The Night Guards, dragging their weary bodies, appeared one after another around the sacrificial pit. They were equally bewildered, staring blankly at Doom in the pit.

When Tzeentch appeared, He secretly sent the demon away and guided the Night Watchers to become the perfect spectators of the Chosen Ritual.

His conversation with Doom had already reached the ears of every guard.

Doom looked up and saw that less than half of the Night Guards had arrived around the sacrificial pit.

Half of the soldiers were left outside forever.

The green, corrosive raindrops continued to erode the Night Guardian's body and damage his equipment.

Their bodies bore various injuries, their unprotected flesh rotting and decaying, while their spirits were utterly exhausted.

The pain spread rapidly, pushing the Night Guardians to their limits of endurance and shattering their mental defenses.

In the toxic acid rain, the soldiers supported each other and even crawled on the ground, but they held up the marching banner of Dum and dared not let it fall.

Despite their horrific appearance, their inner strength has not crumbled, and they can fight on!
Tzeentch allowed the audience to enter, hoping to show Doom the Night Watch's tragic appearance and put invisible pressure on him.

There was only one person standing outside the barrier, watching Doom helplessly.

Harlan Ogrivey, the champion swordsman, Doom's personal bodyguard and mentor.

In the most critical moment, he took Doom to the Crystal Mountains and met the companion of the ancient saint.

He carried the ancient artifact on his shoulder and dragged the bruised Ennio to the edge of the sacrificial pit.

Harlan took off his helmet, his expression quite complex, and looked at Doom with a strange firmness and determination in his eyes.

He also heard the deal proposed by the evil god, an exceptionally lucrative deal.

Those memories sealed in his mind were awakened by the impact of the keywords, and he too arrived at a place of destiny's choice.

The flames halted the warriors' advance. A barrier surrounded the sacrificial pit, protecting the spectators while isolating all sound to prevent Doom from being disturbed.

The mortal warriors were separated by the barrier, as if watching a sacred tragedy, witnessing the demigod torn between divine pronouncements and humanity.

Don't let them down!

Harlan clutched the gun to his chest and, using sign language and lip reading, conveyed his final message to Doom: "He told me to kill you!"

"Doom, quickly swear your oath of allegiance!" Tzeentch urged, pointing to the disheveled Night Watchers: "This rain won't stop, they're heading for their deaths."

"You only need to pledge your loyalty, and their suffering will vanish, and the fallen soldiers will rise again and return to your side!"

The mouthpiece of the evil god stirred, constantly tempting and urging.

Tzeentch believed that Doom's love for his parents, his love for the Night Watch, and his love for Noor would lead him to make the right choice.

"Phew~" Doom let out a long breath.

His boundless physical and mental strength was now being consumed by endless fatigue and pressure.

He looked up at the expectant gods in the Warp, then at his father's soul in Tzeentch's hand, then around at the Night Watchers, and finally fixed his gaze on Daisy.

Human vision, God's vision.

All of this hinges on Doom; he must make a decision.

Amidst overwhelming expectations, the imposing figure knelt on one knee, tears of pain and resentment streaming from his eyes.

I gently picked up my mother; her body wasn't heavy, and one arm was enough to comfortably carry her to sleep.

Covered in a robe, Daisy slept peacefully in her son's broad arms, like a sleeping beauty.

"Please forgive me, Mother!"

The gods used the lives of the Night Guardians, King Norwick, and Daisy to force Doom to make a choice.

A large, broad hand brushed across Daisy's porcelain-white face, the only part of her body without any trace of confusion.

Doom's hands trembled, his powerful body trembled, and his heart trembled.

He knew that the ceremony would never end until a decision was made.

At the heart of the ritual is Queen Daisy, whose life is inextricably linked to the ceremony, enduring eternal torment under the evil spells of the gods.

"Please forgive me, Mother!"

Doom's voice choked with sobs as he lowered his head to gently kiss his mother's forehead, when a large, trembling hand gripped her throat!

"I know you must be in a lot of pain. It's time to say goodbye!"

Amidst the astonished and shocked gazes of the gods, his hand gripped Daisy's slender throat!
A heinous crime! Doom's hands trembled, tears streaming down his face, but his resolve remained unwavering.

Only in this way... only in this way... can the Night Guardians be saved, only in this way can the trap of the gods be broken!

The hand that had so easily taken the life of the great demon now seemed to encounter a thousand obstacles, struggling to end the fragile life in its arms.

Even with a power strong enough to shake the stars, it was impossible to kill her or save her life.

The gods, momentarily stunned, turned to necks, reveling in the primal evil emanating from the sin of matricide.

They greedily sucked up sin, indulging in the taste of pain and sorrow as if savoring fine wine.

The warp was churning, and the intense emotions of powerful beings stirred up an emotional storm within it.

"Ah~~~~~~"

Doom growled, the intense pain and the necessity of killing tearing him apart...

Images from the past kept flashing through my mind: her gentleness, her teachings, and her selfless kindness towards me.

He hated the extraordinary memories; why were those images so vividly clear, so terrifying, that they prevented him from killing her…

Meanwhile, far away in Terra, the Doom Warriors gathered together in Li Tang's heart were suddenly overcome with sadness.

Before they could react, their long-dormant emotions suddenly resurfaced, and hot tears streamed from their eyes.

"What happened?"

He asked his brother, but received no answer.

"Please forgive me, Mother!"

After saying sorry one last time, Doom closed his eyes and clenched his fist, trying to ease her pain.

Click~
Ultimately, a son snapped his mother's neck, killing the person he loved most.

He seemed to have lost all his strength, and helplessly lowered his arm to put his mother back on the ground.

The gods were both pleased and saddened by Doom's choice, yet they savored the sweetness of sin and relished the perfect evil.

In the turbulent warp, the hidden sorrow and grief were awakened by a powerful being.

Doom slowly rose with his head down, his expression hidden from view.

He felt a heart-wrenching pain, as if those warm memories of being cared for were being ripped out of every cell of his body by the pain.

He lost both his parents in a single day and even killed his mother with his own hands.

The pain that had been suppressed since her father's murder seemed to find an outlet, surging out all at once, merging with the grief of losing her mother.

"what!!!!!"

That heart-wrenching roar pierced through the real world and entered the warp, even causing the demon to feel a deep sting.

They are watching to see whose sorrow has stirred up the storm, searching for the source of the pain—this is so real and profound.

In Terra's private room, the Emperor's face darkened as he sensed the storm raging in the warp.

He closed his eyes and rushed into the subspace: "You absolutely mustn't get hurt..."

Doom stood unsteadily on the altar, a black aura emanating from his body—a tangible manifestation of pain.

The Night Guard instinctively recognized his face and dared not look at him any longer, his eyes stung by the tangible pain.

The pure black mist drifted through the realm of reality toward the subspace, eventually encountering the agony of the Sea of ​​Souls.

"Boom~"

Black lightning crashed down from the warp, and a black storm of pain swept forward, eventually meeting Doom's grief.

Shared emotions resonated in the subspace and then merged together.

"Bang~bang~bang~"

The thunderbolts struck like heartbeats, and the agonizing storm seemed to be gestating something.

"Oh ho ho~" A clear female laugh came from the center of the storm, and a new demigod was born in the warp.

He appeared from the storm, a black-bodied human woman with her torso and limbs covered in spikes, holding a long whip of thorns.

She laughs in pain and dances in sorrow; her divine name is—Queen of Pain.

The Queen of Pain, whose face resembled Daisy's, laughed and vanished into the warp as a cloud of black mist.

Driven by his demigod instincts, he distanced himself from the sight of the gods.

The storm in the warp did not subside with the birth of the Queen of Pain; instead, it intensified, awakening a deeper existence.

(End of this chapter)