"What is our plan?" you ask. I have no fucking idea! It's locked away, sealed in the deepest part of my mind, secure enough to deflect divine beings, including your father and that tentacle addict. It's quite simple, actually; I got the idea from a book I read ages ago. To put it simply, I left myself some instructions while sealing everything else. The reason? To be unpredictable. Perfection is predictable, but actions with an unknown objective? That's the only thing that bastard Tzeentch can't predict. It's the antithesis of his very being. Never forget, my dear Peter, perfection is predictable, but flaws are also problematic. The real mastery lies in finding the balance. Anyway, back to the main subject...
Noah to his only disciple.
The black plane hastily reached the skies above the dark city of Gotham, home of Batman. Noah gazed out the window at the city. "There won't be any issues at the asylum, right, Bruce? I'd like to enjoy a good holiday before we seize the government." He chuckled at a joke only he could understand.
"Please stop revealing my identity. And no, there won't be a problem. Ivy has come a long way from her criminal days. She even helps us now and then."
"Good… good," Noah chuckled again. "Hey, Batsy, I hear you have an addiction to adopting traumatized children. Can you show me your family after this?"
Batman's blood pressure spiked. He was used to dealing with lunatics, but he had to admit—this behemoth of a man was too bizarre, even for him. He didn't answer Noah's mockery.
"Sheesh, you're cold," Noah laughed nonetheless. "I don't mean any harm, but they probably need therapy. Heck, you need it the most, and I don't want to brag, but I have a PhD in psychology from every respectable institution and a shitload of experience," he explained with unlikely concern.
"Why are you so concerned about my children's mental health, Noah? I thought a man like you wouldn't care about such trivial matters," Bruce asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and mockery.
"Ouch. Meh, you'd be surprised what a lack of therapy can cause. For example, rebellion. You're a far better dad than Alexander, don't get me wrong, but sometimes a good environment isn't enough, and your kids aren't normal either. Anyway, are we there yet?"
"We'll be there in a minute. Back to my children—does your 'shitload of experience' include resurrection from death or being trained to be a weapon from birth?" Bruce asked sarcastically.
"Why, of course! What kind of death? Getting blown up, sliced, battered to death? And yes, quite a lot actually—clones, demigods, Rambos, you name it, I fix it." Noah looked at him with a gaze only a man from 40K could understand.
Bruce responded by landing the carriage next to the gigantic complex. The doors opened to the main gate, filled with staff, all tensed under Batman's cold gaze. 'He really knows how to use that stare,' Noah chuckled. Batman was used to it by now. With a simple gesture, security brought Dr. Pamela Isley, also known as Poison Ivy, to the Dark Knight. After all, to the people of Gotham, there was no better security than Batman himself.
The moment Ivy arrived, Noah's eyes flicked to her, filled with amazement. "How incredibly fascinating."
Ivy startled at his words. "Noah," Batman coldly warned.
"Sorry, I just got excited. When you're as old as I am, surprises don't come often," Noah sheepishly apologized. 'I want to cut her open,' he thought to himself. "Anyway, Dr. Pamela, I have a job for you."
Ivy glanced at Batman, who gave her a silent nod of approval.
"A job, you say? What is it, and what's the payment?" she asked joyfully. 'Anything is better than here anyway,' she thought to herself.
"Come with me. I'll explain on the way." With a simple gesture, a white portal opened in front of the trio. Both Ivy and Batman were stunned by the sight—of course, Batman showed no emotion.
"Follow me." After Noah entered, Ivy turned to Batman. "Why can't you bring a normal person for once? You know, just for a change?" she muttered, and with that, they entered the portal.
The portal opened to a familiar scene for Batman.
"Welcome to the E.D. Class Space Station Avenger. I'd like to give you a tour, but that would take a few centuries, and I don't think you want to spend that long here. Please follow me again, and please don't touch anything. That goes for you too, Batman."
As he spoke, the floor began to descend. After a brief wait, part of the walls opened to reveal a hallway filled with transparent glass-like compartments.
As they walked, the exhibits caught their attention. "They're empty," Ivy remarked, starting a conversation.
"Most of them, yes. It used to be the biggest collection in the galaxy, but I gave it to an old colleague. I advise you to control your powers. Even though they're empty, the security system is active, and it can incinerate a planet if necessary," Noah explained while walking.
"Incinerate a PLANET?! How big is this station?" Ivy asked, her eyes wide.
"Well, it's made of a living metal called Necrodermis, so it can morph into whatever I want. But in circular mode, the Avenger has a diameter of 120,000 kilometers—twice the size of Jupiter, for comparison."
While she processed this, Batman asked a question. "What does E.D. stand for?"
"Oh, it stands for 'Enough Dakka.' Dakka means firepower in Ork language. This is the only ship in the galaxy to hold this class. I've never fired the main cannon at full power, but in low-energy mode, it destroyed the 'indestructible' defenses of Commorragh and a fair chunk of the Webway itself. For comparison, a plasma megacannon can destroy your Earth effortlessly, and this ship has 50,000 of them. I'll leave the heavier weapons to your imagination. Just know this—the ship cost half the galaxy's resources and is the sole reason humanity survived."
While Ivy and Batman were still in shock, Noah finally stopped in front of a giant vault. Unlike the other exhibits, this one was opaque. With a gesture, silver energy illuminated the door, and it slid open, revealing a single seed resting on a podium in a barren field.
"This is your work, Ivy," Noah said. "I want you to make this flower grow as much as possible. I will pay handsomely for it, I assure you."
Ivy studied the small seed with the curiosity of a botanist. This plant was special—she could feel it. With great care, she placed the seed into the soil, and under the intense gaze of the trio, it slowly began to grow. Green sprouts emerged, and eventually, the seed blossomed into a colorful flower. Soon, the barren field was covered in flowers.
"You're welcome," Ivy said with a smirk. "Now, about that payment—"
Noah interrupted her by pulling her into a bear hug. Before she could protest, she noticed the flow of tears from him, and he held her for several minutes. When he finally pulled away, he quickly wiped his eyes.
"Thank you so much, Dr. Pamela. I can't express how much this means to me. Ask me for anything, and I will provide it."
"So, if I wanted you to make me the ruler of the world, you could do that?" Ivy asked, still surprised by his emotional display.
Noah chuckled. "Well, I need that world for now, but if that's what you want—of course. You could even have the solar system if you wish."
Ivy paused, considering the enormity of his offer. "I know this flower is special, but what exactly makes it so important?"
Noah's gaze grew serious. "The Rose of Asklepios is the main and only unchangeable ingredient of the Panacea Serum—a serum designed to cure every sickness, including genetic and mental illnesses, even aging. It took me 160 years to create. I was 182 at the time, with only about five months left to live. If I hadn't finished it before my death, it would have remained my greatest, unfinished work."
His voice darkened as he continued. "The flower went extinct after a successful sabotage, and I lost my most valuable asset. But you... you revived it. You've indirectly saved countless lives. So, don't be shy—ask for anything. But I'd advise you to work with me permanently. With my help, you could achieve incredible things."
Noah's eyes locked with Ivy's. "So, what do you say, Dr. Pamela? Do we have a deal?"
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Author's Note:I'm back, baby! Got better and found my muse (my sister). Anyway, my exams are coming up, so chapters might not be stable, but who knows—I'll write as long as I can. Also, in this universe, I made up my own canon, so it's a bit of a mix-up.
Anyway, here's the Doom Slayers—enjoy and have a great day!
XXI. Legion: Doom SlayersPrimarchs: Nonexistent, custom-made gene-seed Color Scheme: Green base with red armaments Main World: The jungle planet of Catachan Symbol: Doom Insignia Warcry:Rip and Tear until it is done!
As the only legion without a Primarch, the Doom Slayers answer solely to Malcador the High Lord of Terra, the Emperor of Mankind, and Lord Noah.
They were created specifically to combat the forces of the Warp, and every member is either a psyker or a blank—most artificially enhanced if necessary, with the prime example being the current Legion Master, Marbo.
Equipped with Golden Age armor and weapons, the legion is capable of holding its ground against even the legendary Custodian Guard. After the Heresy, they vanished from the Imperium, only to be found deep within the Warp, still bringing doom to the Ruinous Powers.
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