It's a Grim World

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/54297625.

Rating: General Audiences

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Category: Gen
Fandoms: Disney Theatrical Animated Universe, Disney Animated Movies, Disney
Movies - Fandom, Warhammer Fantasy, Warhammer 40.000, Total War
Series (Video Games), Frozen (Disney Movies), Snow White and the
Seven Dwarfs (1937), Anastasia (1997), Gravity Falls, Amphibia
(Cartoon), The Owl House (Cartoon), Sleeping Beauty (1959), Once
Upon a Time (TV), Mickey Mouse and Friends (Cartoon 1994), The
Sword in the Stone (1963), Brave (2012), A Goofy Movie (Movies)
Characters: Be'lakor (Warhammer 40.000), The Advisor (Warhammer Fantasy),
Ursun, Chernabog (Disney), Elsa (Disney), Snow White (Disney), Anya |
Anastasia Romanov (Anastasia 1997 & Broadway), Karl Franz
(Warhammer Fantasy), Goofy (Disney)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Fusion,
Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Crossover, Chaos
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2024-03-06 Words: 1,715 Chapters: 1/1
 It's a Grim World
by RichardK0

Summary

Be'lakor is about to succeed in his plan to drain Ursun of his power to fully ascend, but things
take an unexpected turn once his long-forgotten brother returns...
It was working.

That was all Be’lakor could think of as he felt his physical form restored with the power he
was taking from Ursun.

“Too long I was imprisoned in shadow,” The First Prince couldn’t help but say aloud as the
bear god growled nearby. “Finally, my flesh returns!”

“Flesh to tear, little Daemon,” Ursun glowered from his bindings, his will unfading despite
the Forge of Souls siphoning his powers. “Once I am free, you will know the wrath of a
god!”

“The bonds of the Forge are strong, and you grow weak. Our journey is not yet complete,”
The First Prince grinned as he soaked in his victory, though he felt a presence. A hated one
that he had not felt for quite some time as it then smashed through the barriers and landed
before him.

“How right you are, little brother,” the second Daemon said as he towered over Be’lakor.
Mighty black wings were folded to his back, framing the curved horns hanging above
glowing yellow eyes. “Though this victory of yours will be as small and pathetic as you are.”

“Chernabog!” The First Daemong Prince snarled as he drew his blade, ready to fight his older
sibling at a moment's notice. “You’re supposed to be dead!”

“And yet I have returned, much to your misfortune,” Chernabog began before his fist
launched into his brother’s chest and sent him tumbling across the floor. “I guess your time as
a shade has left you weaker than before. As to how I’m here, the Four simply banished me to
the furthest edges of the Warp to suffer and be torn apart by the forces that dwell there.
Though they did not count on me surviving or learning things they only wished they could
learn.”

The glare he received only caused the Second Daemon Prince to grin as he stepped past his
brother and continued.

“I’ve seen worlds of unbelievable beauty and hideous nature, of magic both great and
terrible. It was this that allowed me to survive and regain my strength, even ascending
beyond your pathetic level of “princedom” to be truly free. I fought entities there, and heroes
of fantastic potential that you would marvel at,” Chernabog continued as he strode down the
platform before Ursun The bear god remained silent as he took in the pair of Daemons. “I
was a god to them, something to be feared and worshipped, but it couldn’t stop the hatred for
you and the Four that swelled within me. So, I have returned to ruin their plans and yours, for
what you tried to do to me.”

“Do you truly believe anyone would buy that?” Be’lakor spat as he stood up, black blood
running from his mouth. “You’re even worse than I with what you sacrificed to be the
Second, and yet you’d seek to call yourself our better? You’re a fool who will be crushed
once the Four learn of your return!”

“Oh, they likely already have, but I am beyond the pathetic Daemons they’d normally send to
deal with me,” Chernabog smiled once more, a menacing thing that promised only pain.
“And their attention will be focused more on what I brought with me. Now go.”

“What?”

“Run back to the dark from whence you came and hide. That is what you did best brother, or
you can stay and face me,” the Demon of Bald Mountain offered, his grin fading to a snarl.
“It’ll be good to remind you of your place at my feet even before we were “blessed” by the
Four.”

Be’lakor looked at his blade and then back to his brother, only to turn tail and flee into the
darkness from whence he came. Leaving only Chernabog and Ursun for a time before the
Daemon turned to the wall surrounding the Forge and waved his hand to open a way through.

The hole allowed an old man to enter, and Ursun’s eyes took in his robes and power. A Light
Mage of the Empire was truly far from home here, and he reeked of bird and deceit,
especially with the book in his hand. What was it…

“You have done well to bring me the Tome of Fates, Advisor, and you are almost free from
your curse.” Chernabog declared as he sealed the breach and held out his hand to the mage.
The Advisor, despite knowing what power he held in his hand, knew this would likely be the
only true way to free himself from the Deceiver for good and did so. “Excellent, and now
only two more items are needed to complete my plan. First, the blood of a god.”

Ursun roared as the Daemon flew over to him, tensing against his shackles to free himself
and tear this being in half. Though Chernabog was unworried as he plunged his fist into the
bear’s fur to feel for what he needed. It didn’t take long to find the hole, and pulling the bullet
free was a simple matter, riddled with chaos energy and caked in old blood, but it was blood
nonetheless. He pressed the bullet into the book to do away the curse before flicking away
the cursed object. Chernabog then returned to the path and held the freed tome of fates in his
grasp before summoning forth a second book.

“And this Tome of Stories by the great Yen Sid is the last item I’ll need!”

“What is that?” The Advisor asked as the Daemon’s attention returned to him. He expected to
be disemboweled in an instant for speaking up, but instead, he was answered with a grin.

“Watch and see,” Chernabog rumbled as he summoned forth his power into the two artifacts,
and then began to press them together. The two books wanted nothing to do with each other,
magic sparking as they attempted to stay apart. It wasn’t enough, however, as Chernabog’s
will had been far greater than either could mount a defense against. It was once the covers
had made contact that things began to change, and images of far happier lives flashed before
the beings residing in the Forge.

A thief freeing his friend and marrying a princess.

A sleeping princess awoke by her true love.

A young girl living happily with a group of dwarves.

A man with the strength of gods turns his back on immortality to be with a mortal woman.

Countless others flew by and began to change as if being altered to fit more with their world.
As if being darkened by the realities of fate, but it was easy to see there was a real chance of
light peaking through in most of these.

A Questing Knight rushing towards a Dark Elf Sorceress on her Black Dragon, a band of
outlaws wearing animal masks following him into battle.

A pair of brothers residing in Nuln worked diligently on some great projects to help the
Empire.

A metallic pod landed in some forgotten corner of the world where a pair of old farmers free
the beautiful child from the metal contraption.

An exiled noblewoman led a combined army of dwarves and men to free her holdings from a
witch.

All of these and more filled the eyes of the advisor before they flew off, becoming just
another part of the world as Chernabog held the new book in his hand before turning to
Ursun.

“You can attempt to kill me here and now, or you can agree to a truce until the Four have
been properly banished,” Chernabog offered to the god, who said nothing as he stared him
down. “A being of Chaos I may be, but I hate the Four more than any force for Order, and I’ll
even give you two pieces from this new board to do with as you wish, in addition to the bullet
I’ve already pulled from your side.”

Ursun said nothing as he shattered his bindings, his great strength already returning with the
bullet removed and Be’lakor no longer sapping his strength. He glared at the Daemon but
remained silent as Chernabog pulled to astral form free and imparted them on the Bear God.

One was a princess of a land of harsh winters thought dead but survived in hiding.

The other was of a princess of ice, who feared her powers before accepting they would
always be part of her.

The great bear observed both of them before growling once more at the Daemon. “We will
meet again, and when that happens, you will die.”

With that, the great bear departed once more to his realm, restoring the lands of Kislev from
the eternal winter that seemed to grip them. His two new pieces settled into the lands as well
as they molded into the history of the world.

Anastasia, the thought deceased daughter of the Russian royal family, became the younger
sister to Tsarina Katarin.
Elsa, the former Queen of Arendelle, became the daughter of nobility in Nordland of mixed
Imperial and Kislevite blood.

Once more, the Advisor turned to Chernabog as the Daemon summoned forth a chair and
seated himself, the Forge seemed to bend to his whims.

“You may leave, though I’d suggest keeping an eye on these new players in the great game. It
will likely prove to be of great entertainment in the years to come,” Chernabog offered to the
Advisor before the Light Mage quickly vanished from sight as well. With them gone, the
ascended Daemon Prince pulled for the new book and summoned a massive map of the
world, covered in various pieces. Chaos and Order arrayed in their respective regions, even
with the scattering of things like Skaven. With a devilish grin, Chernabog summoned forth
his pieces and placed them on the board.

A powerful Vizier set to take Araby for himself from the hands of a childish Sultan.

A fallen god was reborn as a powerful necromancer to fight against both Order and Chaos.

A Dark Fae Queen reduced to a weakened Sorceress of the Dark Elves, trying to regain some
modicum of power as she felt like she deserved far more…

These pieces and more fell on the board as Chernabog picked one up. He then moved the
Witch against a young girl.

“Let the Great Game begin!”

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