It is the end of the 29th and the Eldar Empire is at its peak. The proud and majestic Eldar have conquered most of the galaxy and now enjoy their life in excess.
Some left feeling that the prophecy of the Old Ones would soon come to past. Some stayed and reveled and pleasure and pain.
Fewer stayed… ignorant to the excess around them giving simple prays to the gods.
One such was Seachmall Dannan, priest on the Eldar home world, currently meditating at the Garden of Isha his emphatic psychic ability sensing every emotion on the planet... he felt the rot of the pleasure cult in the center of the capital, but they were
the ruling cast and he could not do much about them.
He felt the battle lust of the warriors of Khain, the love of Ishas maidens, and the pure knowledge in the minds of Morai-Heg's seers.
He himself did not serve any precise god but the whole pantheon... a rare thing but it happens, he began extending his reach, outside the planet, the system, he reached out to the galaxy.
He left the brutal savegry of the Orkz. He felt the mon-keigh called humans… their emotions were hard to precise, each was different… pure chaos in emotion.
Chaos... the word felt like filth in his mouth, it was the name the humans used… simple yet quite to the point, the old enemy, the three gods that emerged tens of thousand years ago had a strong reach for those simple minded creatures that gave them
life.
He was about the give a try at reaching even outside the galaxy... but something was wrong… something close... the cultists… what have they done?
He felt silence at first… then a huge wail o sheer pain and fear swept him to his knees… it wasn't the cultist… he could tell that, they were all dead, yet he still felt it.. pain… he felt the kind before it was the pain a newborn felt when entering new life…
but this was stronger… million times stronger.
He forced himself to gaze the sky, it was bleeding and then... he saw the creature that felt such pain.
Neither woman nor man, a hermaphrodite… a daemon maybe, what did those fools do… he felt his fellow Eldar... they also felt the pain... it was driving them mad… the young priest rose up... he had to do something… not having much choice he reached
out to the creature the pleasure cult created, he felt nothing but pain and fear in it, so large and deep he couldn't understand how It can still live… he touched it, tried to calm it, like he always did when assisting in birth.. but this wasn't enough… he
channeled the creature pain into himself, to ease its form and calm its mind… the wail ended he saw the creature gaze at him and then it spoke in a language not of the empyrean… but of his own kind… it said "Thank… you…" he then realized the nature
of the being… it was not a mere daemon… it was a god among them... and it was made from those that died in the pleasure cult… the fools did what the Old Ones wormed them about they gave into excess so much… they gave it life, they gave it a
form… they gave their brothers their end… Seachmall felt his body hitting the ground, he felt a new sensation to a certain weakness… and a Hunger… he passed out.