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Stephen fights his way through entire squads of Daemons, his Null abilities weakening their bodies from his mere presence to them, their Warp-borne abilities worthless against him. The Daemon of Tzeench screeched with terror at the mere sight of him, and fled from the presence of the Null. The Daemon of Nurgle cast a hundred Warp-Born plagues upon him, all of which he weathered as the corrupting powers of the Chaos God were simply negated. His kicks and attacks were practically useless against them, but his dual railgun pistols tore through their weakened flesh with ease. The Daemon of Slaanesh and Khorne proved the most dangerous foe, their immense physical speed and strength allowing them to fight him on equal ground. A Bloodthirster laughingly threw a car in his direction, which he was forced to dodge. A Daemonette of Slaanesh dodged around his attacks, her screeches worthless against him. However through feats of incredible strength and speed he managed to best even these servants of Chaos, leaving only their dissipating corpses in his wake.

And yet, finally, he was faced by a being of unimaginable power. He was faced by the living instrument of the Chaos Gods in this worlds, a creature that made Greater Daemon shit themselves in fear, a Lord of Chaos who had ascended beyond the mortal form to represent a shard of Chaos itself. Immortal, Godlike, unstoppable. A Daemon Prince, masters of the Warp. Even as Stephen entered into it's presence he found his entire squad decimated, their bodies melting to nothing under the force of his gaze. He felt nothing, and yet he knew that his null powers would not protect him from the beast's eldritch strength, nor from the very physical Power Sword he held in his hand. Despite the weapon's immense size the creature wielded it with confidence and skill.

"A mere mortal believes himself worthy of facing the power of Chaos Undivided? My name is Shurath, Lord of the Black Legion. Allow me to show you a world of pain your foolish mind cannot even begin to comprehend." Stephen jumped in worldessly, attacking the Daemon Prince as he shot past the creature's massive weapon. He fired his weapons point blank into the creature's exposed face, and yet found them worthless, like throwing peas at a tank. He placed kicks and flips, and struck it with his blades, and yet he realized he faced a foe that made Valentus look like a marshmallow by comparison. He had chosen to confront a Daemon Prince, one of the most powerful beings in the entire 40K universe. The kind of creature that requires entire CHAPTERS of Space Marines to defeat, and simply re-emerges from the warp with every consequent death. This was a VERY bad idea.