Daughter of Khorne - Danmachi Warhammer crossover

The Khorne Citadel loomed in the distance, their spiked towers casting long shadows on the streets of Orario. Khorne Familia had returned victorious from their latest raid, their steps reverberating through the cobbled streets as they made their way back to their fortress. The air was thick with tension, and whispers of awe and fear rippled through the onlookers who lined the streets. The procession of warriors, bloodied yet unbroken, moved with an eerie, measured rhythm, as though their every step sent a ripple of power through the city.

At the front of the column, Araveena Hellebone walked with purpose, her golden eyes scanning the street ahead. She had returned from the battlefield a triumphant warrior, the blood of her enemies still fresh on her armor. The young elf was already gaining a reputation as one of the most promising members of Khorne Familia, a rising star in the brutal world of the blood god.

Her steps were confident, and despite the gore that clung to her, there was an undeniable beauty in her posture—graceful yet lethal. Her armor, once gleaming, was now stained with the evidence of her victory: the scarlet mark of a battle well fought. She caught the occasional glimpse of awe-struck citizens, but she didn't care for the attention. To her, this was nothing more than a reminder of the path she had chosen: a warrior's life, soaked in blood, where every victory brought her closer to the glory of Khorne.

Behind her, the towering figure of Valkia the Bloody strode with similar confidence, her presence as commanding as it was terrifying. Though Valkia was a seasoned veteran, she walked beside Araveena like a mentor, offering her silent approval in the younger elf's rising prowess. There was no room for weakness in Khorne Familia, and as the two women marched forward, they were joined by other members of the Familia—elite warriors whose armor was a testament to their countless battles.

As they neared the gates of the citadel, the streets grew quieter. The onlookers, once full of murmurs and whispers, now stood in near-silence, their gazes fixed on the procession. The Khorne Familia was not a group to be trifled with, and their return was a reminder that Orario was home to more than just adventurers seeking fame and fortune. It was also home to the warriors of Khorne, a group whose bloodlust was matched only by their strength.

The massive gates of the citadel groaned as they began to open, the heavy metal doors creaking under the weight of their own importance. Araveena walked without hesitation, the rest of the Familia following her lead. The gates slowly parted, revealing the dark and imposing structure beyond. To the citizens of Orario, this was not just a fortress; it was a monument to power and bloodshed, a symbol of the Familia's unyielding dominance.

As the warriors of Khorne Familia marched toward their citadel, the crowd around them shifted uneasily. The aura of brutality that hung around them was palpable, like a storm on the horizon. In the sea of citizens watching from the sidelines, Bell Cranel stood frozen, his eyes wide as he watched the procession.

The young adventurer had heard of the Khorne Familia—their name was infamous, their power unmatched. Yet seeing them in person, feeling the weight of their presence, was a different experience altogether. The Khorne Familia moved like a dark tide, their heavy footsteps echoing with each movement, their bloodied figures gliding forward in perfect synchronization.

Bell had always prided himself on his curiosity, always eager to see the unknown and step into the shadows of the city. But today, as the procession of warriors passed, a cold chill ran down his spine. There was something about them—something in the way they walked, something in the way the crowd had fallen silent—that made him feel small. The air felt heavier, as if the city itself recognized the terrifying power these warriors held.

He took a step forward, his feet moving almost instinctively, drawn toward the Khorne Familia. His eyes lingered on Araveena, the elven warrior leading the procession. Her golden eyes caught his for a fleeting moment, and for a second, time seemed to stretch.

Araveena didn't look at him with disdain or superiority—no, her gaze was cold, calculating. But for some reason, Bell felt the weight of it on his chest. She was beautiful, deadly, and utterly indifferent to him. The same could be said for every warrior behind her.

His feet moved again, stepping closer to the gates where the Khorne Familia entered, just a little too close. He didn't know what drove him—was it his curiosity, his desire for adventure? Or something darker, the allure of their power? He didn't know, but the temptation to cross that line was overwhelming.

Before Bell could take another step, a firm hand gripped his shoulder, pulling him back. His body stumbled slightly as he was yanked away from the path of the procession, a shock of cold air snapping him back to reality.

"Bell!"

Hestia's voice was sharp, and there was a rare edge to it that caught Bell off guard. The goddess, small but fierce, stood before him with an expression of concern that didn't quite match the usual playful tone she often had. Her eyes were wide, her face flushed with the rush of pulling him back from the gates.

"You don't want to get too close to them!" she said, her voice trembling just slightly with the force of her concern. "Those are not the kinds of people you want to mess with. You could get yourself killed!"

Bell blinked, still dazed from the momentary daze of the procession. Hestia's grip was tight on his arm as she pulled him back into the street, away from the ominous shadows of the citadel.

"But... I wasn't trying to—" Bell began, but Hestia cut him off, her voice stern yet filled with concern.

"I don't care. You don't know them. You don't know what they're capable of." She paused, her eyes darting back toward the distant figures of the Khorne Familia disappearing behind the gates of the citadel. "They're dangerous, Bell. Do you understand?"

Bell swallowed, nodding slowly. For the first time, he realized just how out of his depth he was in this city. The Khorne Familia wasn't like any other Familia he had encountered. They weren't adventurers seeking treasure or glory—they were warriors bound by bloodlust and the will of a blood god.

His heart pounded in his chest as he glanced back toward the closed gates. The Khorne Familia had vanished from sight, but their presence still lingered in the streets. He had seen it in the eyes of the crowd—the fear, the reverence, the awe.

For a moment, the streets were quiet again. Bell, still shaken by the encounter, nodded quietly to Hestia, who gave him a concerned but relieved smile.

"Let's go home, alright?" Hestia said softly, guiding him away from the gates.

As they walked down the street, Bell couldn't help but feel the weight of the moment pressing down on him. There was more to Orario than he had first thought. And the Khorne Familia, he realized, was a force that would not be easily ignored.

The last of the warriors entered the gates of the Khorne Citadel, their heavy armor clanking in unison. Behind them, the great doors began to close with a final, echoing boom. The city was left in eerie silence, the weight of their presence still hanging in the air. Inside the citadel, the warriors of Khorne Familia would begin their preparation for the next raid, their hunger for battle and glory never sated.

Araveena stood at the entrance, watching the last of her Familia retreat behind the gates. The victory was hers, but the war was far from over. She turned away from the gate, her golden eyes narrowed as she thought of the future—the next battle, the next raid. Khorne demanded more, and Araveena was ready to answer.

For Khorne Familia, there would always be another battle. And for Araveena, there would always be the bloodshed that came with it.