NationStates Jolt Archive

The Emperor sat on his throne on New Terra where his mind and body was wracked by agony. The pain was brought on by new waves of Chaos emanating from his most personal allies and as the Universe swam with the new taint of Malal the pain increased and slowly it happened. It was painful but slowly but surely the pain began to feel exsquisite his mind was enhanced by the powers of Tzeentch, his body was perfected by Slaanesh, he lusted for war as Khorne lusted for battle in his mind, his power and strength grew as Malal touched his soul, and his touch became tainted as Nurgle infested his body with the ability to plague. As his transformation completed itself his psychic power sent out a shockwave that infested all of his followers to the taint of Chaos. For he was now Chaos Undivided. His power grew and he sent the call to his followers commanding them to rise wherever they may be to rise to Chaos. And this call could be felt all over the Universe. Any Chaos nation would know what happened with ease.

Kayin the Last Scion of Dratheria transformed as the call was sent out as did all the forces of the Imperium and he was infected with the taint of Chaos Undivided. Similarly each Chapter fell to Chaos transforming into their twisted Chaos forms and across the Imperium the people turned their eyes to Chaos and watched and waited for the command of their Chaos Emperor and furthermore for the command of the Chaos Gods.

Remiel felt the call; embraced it; cackling as he tasted the raw power of Chaos. It was just as he had forseen; such an Imperfect reproduction; and now he had damned them all...How beautiful damnation was. He, himself, was a God; a living force of elemental might; the hand of Chaos upon the Materium. He was the true Lord of Mankind; but still....It amused hm to see the fall of the False Emperor; and the transformation; nay; the step forth to the divine, wrought upon the Imperium of Man.

It pleased him; more than even his feebled words could say. For he did not speak; he let his mind travel; let it seek him over the void; teasing the abyss to nightmare. It boomed and echoed about the halls of New Terra; setting some to stirr in uneasy sleep; forcing others to weep blood; his power roared like the mighty Aquilla through the skies; howling like a juggernaut; roaring in banshee's call

I found you...We have taken you....

Warmaster Helion grimaced. Yes, his lord had revealed to him the happenings. Yes, a new pawn had been born. But it did not mean that Helion would enjoy it. Foolish younglings, playing with forces they did not understand, idiotic mortals that would change their allegiance at a whim, removing one master in exchange for another. But still, Tzeentch had chosen them has his playthings, and the Khurgan and their brethren existed to fufill the will of Tzeentch. It was his duty to direct the pretty new baubles to their proper destiny, and he would do his duty...

The Emperor's mind swam with Chaos as he sat on his throne and his Imperium was being remade. There would always be rebels to Chaos but they would be outnumbered 5:1 by their own more powerful brethern and as such easily quashed. He felt the twists as Tzeentch augmented his own Psychic Power. His bloodlust increased as Khorne fed more power into his body. Then he felt Remiel's power and smiled, Ah Remiel................I have been waiting for your eye upon us............you were right I see it now that Chaos is the true calling of mankind..........the true destiny.......and even as we speak Chaos manipulates changes and reshapes my armies............my.....legions shift and change growing more powerful now let us join together brother.

Soon; when you grovel at my feet and praise the true Master of Mankind. You are young; weak in the ways of Chaos; you know nothing of the true power that the Warp offers to its chosen servants...My Legions shall reign triumphant over an Imperium of war and Chaos and blood; over worlds wrought by the hand of Change; over glories and horrors the likes of which cannot be fathomed.

The universe, and all mankind, shall welcome me as its God and Savior...For I shall open their eyes to the truth; the glorious, unifying power...As yours have been...

The Emperor's mind swam with Chaos as he sat on his throne and his Imperium was being remade. There would always be rebels to Chaos but they would be outnumbered 5:1 by their own more powerful brethern and as such easily quashed. He felt the twists as Tzeentch augmented his own Psychic Power. His bloodlust increased as Khorne fed more power into his body. Then he felt Remiel's power and smiled, Ah Remiel................I have been waiting for your eye upon us............you were right I see it now that Chaos is the true calling of mankind..........the true destiny.......and even as we speak Chaos manipulates changes and reshapes my armies............my.....legions shift and change growing more powerful now let us join together brother.

Change does not welcome weakness, pretender. Change is also not generous with its trust. One must prove ones worth before he is truly enlightened. Tell me, what great feats have you done in the name of your oh so recently acquired masters? What planets have you conquered in their names? How many have died with their names upon their lips, screaming in ecstacy, screaming in pain? Come crawling to us on your knees, or return when you have earned some modicium of respect, worm. You are a puppet, nothing more, and as such, will be discarded when your usefulness proves spent.