NationStates Jolt Archive

Helion lounged on his throne of warpfire, its flickering flames pleasently chilling his dark flesh. He relaxed, sending out his mind into the Immaterium, diving into the Skein of Fate. The Eldar had used this tool, vainly attempting to survive by delving into its knowledge. But compared to the Hand of Change, the Fallen were little more than babes cast into a raging sea. Deftly maneuvering through the choked wilderness of interwoven threads, Helion reached out, like a spider casting his web. Threads were twisted, subtly changed, wrapping around threads they had not contacted before, even cut short. Spotting a tangled mass ahead, Helion floated towards it, and smiled...

Snapping back into reality, Helion rose from his seat, floating through the Cathedral of the Glory of Tzeentch. He reached the psychic amplifier, and projected his thoughts into space, a call to the allies of the Khurganate, their fleets, and the Legions below.

My children... For too long the Imperium has layed fallow. For too long, weeds and pests have sprung up where should be planted the children of the Gods. I have forseen a great war, dozens of worlds put to the torch, born again in the purifying fires of Change, born again as Children of the Gods. Together, we shall burn the heretics from the stars, eradicate them from the worlds of the Old Imperium, cleanse them from what is rightfully ours!

Brother; Lord of Change; Master of the Infinite possibilities of Tzeentch. We agree; too long has the Old Imperium lain, stagnant and unused in the hands of it's enemies and the usurpers who would found Imperium's in their own stead. We shall be it's Masters; the only forces true enough to lead it as it shopuld be lead. The Emperor was a fool, Horus was a fool; only those with true strength; true determination; true Faith

Remiel rose; a gesture beckoning his Legion's to rise. Imperial Guardsmen sang his praises; the Legions of Space Marines rang out with roared hymns to the powers of Chaos; such was the glory of the Imperium; such was the Might of Chaos.

We shall sunder all before us; we shall cleanse the heretics who seek to steal our birthright from us

It is time to retake what is rightfully ours. We will maim, kill, purge all who oppose. Entire races will tremble to our might. It is time to act once and for all. We will claim this universe as our own. We will take our God's given rights to rule this galaxy.

The great Daemon Prince sat back on his throne of pus and desiese. He let out a small smirk on his bloated face.