AN: Hi guys, this is a Prequel to my RWBY x Warhammer story The Gods of Remnant. I wanted to write this story because my story does not say what happened before they were thrown into Remnant.
Disclaimer: I do not own Warhammer, it is owned by Games Workshop. If I did own it I would be making money off of this :P.
Exclaimer: Don't like? Don't read.
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In an instant every Psyker in the Galaxy were aware of The Event.
It was like the candle that was the Astronomican blazed into a raging bonfire of raw psychic might in an instant, unseen to all but those who were 'gifted' with the ability to use the warp.
Some rejoiced, their God that was bound in mortal flesh had finally shed his mortality. Some feared, who would protect them from chaos now? Some looked on with loathing and hatred, their most hated enemy had reached apotheosis.
The greatest portion of humanity, however, went unaware of the change that had come upon their God.
The Psykers that looked at the Bonfire that was His warp signature wept tears of joy as they looked upon His unfiltered Face, unbound by the constraints of mortality, even as they went Insane from the sight.
The Lesser that were caught in the Light instantly burned to ashes, and the Greater looked away from His Magnificence.
However there were four Beings that were not so moved by the sight.
The Four instantly laid aside Their differences and made an alliance to Destroy their greatest enemy, just as He had Destroyed Their greatest Servant.
When He noticed the Four in the 'distance' he prepared Himself for a battle that neither Materium, nor Immaterium had seen since the War in Heaven.
The Red One struck first, forming himself into the shape of a great Bull he charged Him, piercing the Light even as the Light struck a crippling blow against the Bull.
The Plagued one struck next, assaulting Him with all manner of sickness and vermin even as the Light struck him through with a spear.
The Seductress and The Sorcerer attempted next, whispering the Pleasures and Power that would be His… if only he would Bow.
As He started to crumble under the Words, he thought to the Humans that He manifested Himself among.
He thought about the Potential they had, for both Good, and Evil, if there was such a thing, and resisted forcing the Four back.
He knew that if he did not destroy Them here they would continue to tempt, kill, and mutate.
So, he steeled himself for what he had to do.
And Pulled.
The Psychic power of an entire race flooded through his 'body' through which he fashioned it into a force to slay the Four.
Across the Galaxy it was as if someone had lit a candle and everything was bathed in light.
The Eldar, once the humble caretakers of the Galaxy, were snuffed out in an Instant, their Psychic residue mending the Three.
The Ork, warlike and proud in their own way, exterminated in an instant, leaving the Two to find something else to War against.
The Tau, young and Idealistic though they were, brought to their knees with one blow, forming two newborn gods.
And Mankind, the Inheritors and lords-to-be of the Galaxy, gave their lives willingly to Him for his Weapon.
And Chaos, the insane, illogical beings they were, burned to ashes in the backlash.
And the Galaxy Burned.