Y/n's caravan marches to Kislev. They head straight to the capital in order to speak to the Tzarina.
Y/n is taken to her throne room.
Katarin: Prince Y/n. Welcome to my palace, I suppose the empire has come to assist Kislev?
Y/n: I have arrived because I heard that you were having some issues. The empire is still fighting against norscans in Nordland.
Katrina: You are aware that there is a Skaven, behind you right?
Y/n: Of course. My army hosts a variety of troops seeking a better life. Skitek here leads my Skaven and even designed the massive caravan we use.
Katrina: I suppose who you take with you is none of my business. I will be joining your caravan with my guards. One of my boyars that I sent to deal with the threat has gone silent.
Y/n: What are we dealing with.
Katrina: Slaanesh. The deamon, Azazel. He has been leading Norscan raiding parties against Kislev. I was going to lead an army myself. But with your forces supporting me, I have no doubt in our success.
Y/n: We welcome your army among our caravan.
The caravan sets out towards the border where Kislev ends and the norscans call their home.
The journey there is harsh and some would die on the way, but the army would endure.
Eventually they found Azazel marching his own army.
Azazel smiles as he sees the army. In a sudden jump he appears directly in front of Y/n. His retinue draw their weapons.
Azazel: I know who you are. And I know what you are here for.
Y/n: Then go home before I do it.
Azazel: How about we play a little game? A battle of champions! You pit your champion, against my deamon prince?
Y/n: I accept your challenge.
Wallo: Allow me to slaughter them!
Kilgaz: NO! The responsibility should be mine.
Azazel looks at Kilgaz.
Azazel: Oh, a traitorous beastman. Interesting.
Kilgaz: The only traitors are your gods. They trick my people to become their slaves.
Azazel chuckles.
Azazel: I never met one of you so literate.
Y/n: Kilgaz. You do not need to prove that you are trying to atone for your people.
Kilgaz: No. But it would be a honor, to fight in your name!
Y/n: Very well. Wallo?
Wallo: I have no objections.
Azazel flys back to his army and a deamon prince steps forwards. Kilgaz draws his axes and walks towards his foe.
Katrina: Do you believe he will win?
Y/n: I have no doubt in my mind.
The deamon prince had his hands replaced with claws, a gift from Slaanesh.
The deamon charged and flew up in the air, launching himself at Kilgaz who rolled out of the way. Kilgaz slashed at the legs and then backed away to avoid a retaliation strike.
The deamon attempted to grab Kilgaz but found out that despite Kilgaz being massive, he is still agile as he jumps onto the claw and hacks it off with one strong axe swing.
The deamon shouts in pain and backs up. The deamon charges and flys up, but as he slams down he finds that Kilgaz jumps onto his back and cuts off one wing then the other.
The deamon manages to throw Kilgaz off before roaring and going for one last desperate strike, but finds that Kilgaz lobs his last arm off with ease.
The deamon falls to his knees, defeated. Kilgaz cuts the chest open and then throws his axes down as he grabs the wound and tears it open to reveal the heart.
Kilgaz punches the bones and shatters them as he rips out the deamon's still beating heart. The deamon falls dead to the ground.
Azazel claps as Kilgaz walks back with the heart in hand. He kneels in front of Y/n and holds the heart up in his hand.
Y/n takes the heart and puts it in a satchel.
Y/n: Good work, Kilgaz.
Azazel: Well done! Well done! That was fun to watch. How about we try another? Another of your people wanted to fight. I offer him my strongest chosen of Slannesh!
Y/n: Wallo?
Wallo: I'll cut him down.
Wallo walks out and a chaos warrior walks towards him. The warrior wields an axe and shield.
The two charge at each other and clash their shields together. The two try to push the other away but find that neither gives any ground.
They eventually give up and start trying to slash one another. Each blow blocked with such precision that if either warrior messed up for even a split second, it would be their demise.
The warrior fails first, the snow on the ground restricted him from making the step he needed to make. This allowed Wallo to stab through the stomach and then chop the leg off the warrior.
The warrior falls on his back onto the snow as Wallo plunges his blade through the skull of the downed warrior.
Wallo walks back to his comrades as Y/n's army cheers.
Azazel once again claps.
Azazel: Very good. That's enough duels. Time for war!
Azazel's marauders and chaos warriors charge at Y/n's army.
The battle will begin. But can the army hold out against chaos and end Azazel?
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warhammer. male prince reader insert.
FanfictionBeing the prince of the empire, Y/n must journey and find new ways to secure his place. He must forge alliances and conquer enemies. But can he stay true to his people?
