Warhammer 40K: Anti-Haremist [OC]

[Pls Skip] Chapter 2.5: Quick Stop - Magic Satchel

(A/N: Please skip this. This is not reverse psychology, I just don't want anymore people to see this Deadpool shitpost.)

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Kyrie had left the two half-demon brothers unconscious in the Underworld. She had taken their swords, which had their own unique abilities.

While exploring her newly usurped weapons, she discovers that she can incorporate her psyker powers with Yamato's reality-cutting ability. In theory, this power should allow her to "cross over" from world to world, so long as she is holding a sword in her hands. She came to this conclusion thanks to a headache.

Kyrie personally favors the elegant katana, Yamato, as compared to the brutish Devil Sword Dante. The style of the swords is very different. Though they are roughly the same weight to her, Devil Sword Dante's heft feels much heavier than Yamato's.

Having nowhere else to go, and no time to do nothing, she stances herself up with the Yamato and performs a vertical and horizontal cut across the air. The split opens up like a portal.

Kyrie: "... I'm not going to bother with thinking about my... sudden lack of empathy back there.... Let's just do this."

Kyrie monologues to herself. She decides to bid farewell to her created home and walks into the portal and exits the other side.

Kyrie is transported into another plane of existence almost immediately after entering. She looks around and notices the awful smell the very first. At this point, she didn't want to wear her Adeptus Custodes armor so she wore Vergil's outfit for the time. Irked by the smell of some pungent food and fish broth, she takes off into the unknowns of the concrete walls of this sewer. This reminded her about the Underhives from Warhammer 40k. She didn't experience the smell there, but she might as well be in one of those things right now.

She presses on.

Her walk eventually led to sounds of blades hitting flesh in quick succession. Her curiosity piqued, she watched from a distance without making herself known.

In a large open space where different large open pipes twice the size of humans connected to that main space, there were at least a dozen people fighting. These men were all dressed in jet black military-like equipment. It reminded her of Black Noir from The Boys.

Kyrie: "What the hell? Where have I seen those uniforms before?"

Time seemed to slow down as Kyrie witnessed the men engage in combat with each other. Or rather, one red man slaughtering the dark ones.

Kyrie: "'Noooo...! This can't be where I am!' "

She thinks to herself.

The red man had a very familiar outfit, two katanas, and fourth-wall-breaking capabilities.

Kyrie: "'It had to be this world...' "

Deadpool: "Oh yeah! Fuck you, gravity!"

He yells as he cuts down the dozen like how fitness enthusiasts cut calories off their food as if they were Masterchef contestants.