Chapter 1: The End of Chaos
Galaxies, stars, and other space anomalies were disappearing. All life was fading away. No more stars were being birthed, and slowly but surely, the Universe itself will disappear. This includes a place far worse than hell, a place opposite to the material realm, completely made of psychic energy called by many names. The Immaterium, Realm of Chaos, Empyrean, Ether, Sea of Souls, and Warpspace are used to name this place. But it's most common name is the Warp. Here resides the Chaos Gods and their Daemons that represents them, controlling all life and attempting to seize power and control in their realm. Four Chaos Gods existed with their own names.
Khorne is the Chaos God of blood, war, hatred, and honor. He sits upon the Skull Throne, with brass surrounding him whilst he feasts on the souls of the slain. He is the strongest of the Chaos Gods, and the easiest for those who bask in violence and power to fall into his worship. His legions of Bloodletters and Chaos Space Marines who serve in his name only wish to maim, kill, and burn. His followers are of the most common chaos brutes seen on the battlefield, and prove themselves time and time again that they are perhaps the most dangerous to the Imperium. Khorne is only pleased to see violence and bloodshed, and seldom cares about the cause of conflict. So morally difficult yet easy to satisfy such a being. You could kill but a meer fly and Khorne would be pleased.
Tzeentch is the second strongest Chaos God and master of change and sorcery. His appearance ever changing and his mind ever planning. He drives the desire of change, evolution, thought, and intelligence of all living creatures. But that doesn't mean he won't cast a mutation spell on an unsuspecting mortals for fun—after all, he is a Chaos God. The Horrors of Tzeentch laugh and giggle as the Warp Fire they throw burns their enemies to ashes, and Chaos Sorcerers open Warp Portals to unsuspecting planets, releasing daemons and more Chaos Followers to spread his reign of ironically unintelligible horrors. Those who seek ultimate knowledge and nothing less may fall prey to the temptations that those who follow Tzeentch offer, and forget that sometimes some things are better left undiscovered. Knowledge is power, but madness is a harsh price to pay for a mortal.
Nurgle is the most disgusting and putrid Chaos God. Death, decay, disease, and resilience is his specialty. He is like a bloated corpse, sitting above his cauldron of foul diseases. Always cooking up a new virus or plague to infect the galaxy. His worshippers are immune to all disease and are immortal, but they resemble the one the worship, and are infected with such unimaginable pestilence. Their organs leak from their bodies, and just their touch kills the smallest of life forms. Plaguebearers spread Nurgle's diseases and feel no pain. They count Nurgles many "blessings" and carry them to battle, hoping to give Nurgle's mark to the enemy. Scholars and the beastly battle born alike fall to Nurgle's influence with the promise of immortality, and followers of Nurgle often see themselves in philosophical debate with that of Tzeentch's. Change and scheming progression versus conservatism and self-preservation is an infinite political and life philosophy. Thus those infected with the gifts of Nurgle know they will inherit all past when the universe falls into oblivion. Plague Marines, Space Marines who have been corrupted by Nurgle, charge into battle to spread the gifts of Grandfather Nurgle and spread his love to all.
The final and considerably weakest Chaos God is Slaanesh, the God of pleasure, lust, decadence, and excess. It's appearance is frighteningly beautiful and lustful, often changing through the observers eyes to his or her desires. There is no definitive answer if Slaanesh is a Man or Woman, but might be a combination of both genders—either way it's certainly a...thing. The androgynous Chaos God spreads its taint through love, sex and other means a mortal may find pleasure. Followers of Slaanesh are usually filled with erotic thoughts and desires, and attempt to make their next victim a possible play-toy. Those initially beginning to worship Slaanesh are gifted with the most pleasurable feelings possible. They continue to seek out the same high they got from the first time they received such sensual pleasures, without the foresight that no matter how corrupt their tastes and urges get in search of new heights, there will never be another overcharge of pleasure better than the first one. Daemonettes corrupted by such urges run at their enemies with great speed wielding giant pincers. Most dangerous, the Noise Marines however use Sonic Blasters to kill their enemies with the music of Slaanesh, horrifyingly imploding their enemies with sound frequencies that no regular mortal being can handle.
As everything slowly died, the bloodlust of mortals began to wither, the process of evolution ceased, and happiness was no more. Khorne, Tzeentch, and Slaanesh were dying and couldn't hold on much longer. The followers of Nurgle reaped what they have sown, and Nurgle was thriving due to all the lost lives, and soon became the most powerful of the four. Despite knowing this, he realized how lonesome the universe was without life, especially that of the other Chaos Gods—sooner or later he would die himself as well. So he has been frantically looking through his cauldron of plagues to find another realm to inhabit. Nurgle soon started talking to himself in his low and bloated voice.
"Why can't it be like the 41st millenium, where the Imperium of Man existed. I mean, sure they survived for another 39 thousand years after when the Anathema returned to lead them. But they were just recently disintegrated due to all the stars in the galaxy dying off—but that doesn't matter no more, what matters is me and my brothers!"
He looked to three bottles he held in his right hand. The first was red, the second was blue, and the last was pink. These were the last remaining essences that were essential to restore his brothers. A single caustic tear ran down his left eye. He longed to hear the constant bickering between Khorne and Slaanesh and the philosophical tales of Tzeentch. Nurgle was usually a jolly and happy fellow who didn't care for his putrid appearance. His followers usually called him father or grandfather and he was happy to accept this title. But all of his children...gone.
As Nurgle looked into the cauldron, multiple images of other universes passed by. With his newfound strength and power, he planned to tear a hole through space and time, teleport to a new universe, and take a piece of the warp with him. This way he would have established a new Immaterium and his brothers would instantly be reborn.
"Soon, soon we will be true Gods again and we will triumph. For I know that without each other, no mortal, not even the ones cut off from the warp, would thrive." He said, reassuring to himself that there is hope.
Once more he looked into the pot and saw an interesting location. A world full of souls and odd individuals, with one being who named himself Death. He collected the souls of the innocent and sent them peacefully to the afterlife. He appointed Hunters who hunted down the souls of witches and evil. Suddenly as he thought of this world, the Warp around him started to collapse. The Garden of Nurgle was ripping open and Ragnarok was upon him. The Daemons of Nurgle who were frolicking on his holy grounds were now panicking and trying to find salvation.
"NO! MY CHILDREN! I'M SORRY BUT THIS MUST BE DONE!"
He started to absorb all the Daemons around him and he slowly grew bigger. All Daemons are connected to their Chaos god, for they are fragments broken from them. All his Daemons were now with him, and now he started the ritual. He spoke an ancient enchantment and slowly started growing a portal from his cauldron. The diseases stirring from the pot were all evaporated and in their place formed a gigantic portal. It's color was red, blue, green, and pink all swirling into one. He finally jumped in, taking his cauldron and a piece of the Immaterium with him.
The portal closed and everything ceased to exist. All was dark in the universe as the void came in and took its place. The only thing audible was the victorious whispers of the Chaos God, Malal, the god of nonexistence.
"FUCK YESSSSS! HAHAHAHAHA! YES! TAKE THAT GAMES WORKSHOP! I'M FINALLY CANNON AGAIN! WITH - no one to… witness… Well now, I never really gotten this far….."
He finally won the Great Game. The Warp was no more and was finally banished from his Universe. Now everything was silent.