Beings of immesurable power, the Chaos Gods of the Warp seek nothing else but to indulge in their extreme and insiateable appetites. To fufill the most maddening and grandest desires, to shape reality into their 'paradise'
For several thousand years, these eldritch beings were confine to two universes...
But they got out. Something..., or someone manage to open the doors, bring the terror of endless generations into the multiverse. There will be no peace, only unending, unmerciful, amoral, apathetic war.
A man is bedrriden, wrought with sickness and paralyzed by agonizing and unending pain. This man went from a simple prince to a ruler rivaled by few in history...
His name is Alexander the Great.
Alexander of Macedonia, the conqueror of the ancient world. He carved out an empire that few can rival. Even though Genghis Khan conquered more land, it took him the entireity of his life. The Macedonian not only manage to unify his people much faster but also created his empire in less than Fifteen Years!
Sadly that moment will never come. The sickness within Alexander would soon claim his life and soon his empire... Losing all of his strength, the Greek looks up at the ceiling, awaiting his demise.
"Oh how a great man had succumb outside battle!" said a voice in his head
"Do not worry child. Your death shall be beautiful," said another voice, the coarseness in his voice makes his words much more creepier
"We are the Dark Gods! We have seen your birth, your growth, your desires, your successes. You will be remembered as one of the greatest warriors ever, your name celeberated for milleminials!" Roared the third voice
"Would it matter? They would speak of how my empire disintegrated upon my death, destroyed by my own comrades!" Alexander threw his cup at the wall
"But what if there is a way to prevent you from dying? You can continue on your destiny to become the conqueror you wanted to be!" said a fourth voice, her seductive tone relaxes the Greek Emperor
Alexander knew what these beings want but he asked anyway, "What do I do?"
Suddenly all four voices said something in unison, "O mighty warrior, master of might, intellect, death and perfection! Pledge thy entireity of yourself to us! Worship us and conquer in our NAMEEEE!"
"I Alexander pledge myself to worship and spread the word of the Primordial Trut- AAARRGGHHH!"
The Dark Gods engrave their mark upon his forehead, ensuring that his soul is forever theirs! The disease in his body is gone, but it is replaced by a sickness of the soul!
Finding his strength returning to him
Alexander walked out and showed himself to his subordinates. The mark in his forehead grabbing the attention of
"Friends! The sickness which had bedridden me has passed away!"
"The true Gods have shown me the way! Cast down the idols of our forefathers! It is time to show you the True Gods!"
In just a few years, Alexander had converted the vast majority of Greeks, Persians and Egyptians into worshipping the Ruinous Powers. The idols of the Pagan Gods destroyed and their temples converted to Chaos worshipping and learning all sorts of knowledge. The Armies of Alexander's Empire began changing, became less man and more monster:
Alexander lived for several decades, expanding his Empire towards the entire world and advancing it to the Gunpowder Age. The combination of flintlock muskets, Chaos sorcery and cannons allowed the Chaos Champion to repulse a Greenskin WAAAGH! Ascending to Daemon Prince, he conquered several worlds within his own universe, subjugating or exterminating a dozen alien civilizations!
