Dear readers I would like to apologize for my absence from this site but due to life and High school, I just did not feel like writing on this site anymore. It has taken a few years but I finally found my muse and now have a reason to write again. This story is something I came up with in my spare time and has been burning in my head for some time.

Warrnings: Their will be blood, dismemberment, sex, and Warp shittry in this story so if you dont like dont read. Also Chaos will be nerfed to some extent to make this prologue make sense so bare with me. Warhammer belongs to GamesWorkshop and Fate/Stay belongs to TypeMoon. Enjoy.


Prologue

The Last wish of A Goddess

The time of ending had come for the old world. Though the forces of order had rallied to the final battle of Middenheim to stop the forces of chaos from unleashing their dark gods from the warp, the betrayal of one lead to their defeat and destruction. And as the Everchosen and the God Reborn wrestled over the holy warhammer while the world collapses around themselves a presence of one went unnoticed in their duel.

As the world tree of Athel Loren was consumed by the spreading destruction of the world and the land of Bretonnia was shattered by the rising quakes caused by the death of the world tree, every remaining shrine dedicated to the Lady glowed with an ethereal light. This one action, of corse, drew the attention of one Chaos god in particular, the changer of ways, Tzeentch. But as the great deceiver tuned his glance from the crumbling world that he and his brothers had put their differences aside for to check the anomaly, his brother, the lord of pleasure, Slaanesh twitched.

And as the world's pieces shattered and spread throughout the emptiness of space that twitch progressed and the entirety of the perverse god's form was convulsing. Its changing shape and screams of both pain and pleasure reached its brothers as they turned to their sibling. At first they thought that it was their brother gloating in the excess of the destroyed world and the screaming souls of those that died in its subsequent destruction, but they noticed too late as they themselves felt their forms start to twitch uncontrollably.

Soon the lord of slaughter and the father of decay where becoming deformed and warped as the feeling of millions on millions of souls that they had consumed start to tear themselves from the gods. It was by this point that Tzeentch noticed the similar pain crossing thought his form, but unlike his brothers he was undeterred by his pain and looked and saw what was the cause of this unexplained event. Where the center of the world once was a shining and brilliant light, and to it an uncountable amount of wisps of light rushed towards it. His multiple eyes widening, he realized that the wisps, the pain in him and his brothers, and the shining at the center of the planet it was the souls of all the mortals that had perished in these several millennium of conflict!

The master of plans seethed in anger, for the first time in this cycle, that someone had begun to foil his master plan for the destruction of the world, he would not have it. As the god of chaos reached out with his psychic might to stop this "mistake" from ruining his plan he felt something, Pain, so much pure Pain. The pain that he had neglected had come back in full force and started to break his corporeal form. But he was not alone in this pain as the other three's forms started to break, and the laughter of the thirsting gods became screams. Each of their forms shattered apart releasing the millennia of souls each had consumed/collected.

But then for the center of the light a laugh could be heard. With what power the chaos god still possessed Tzeentch looked towards the light and narrowed his eyes at the mocking projection for he knew that voice all to well. It was the voice of a faker, a god who thought she could control his realm of dominion, that being fate, and manipulate him and his brothers to reset the world for her perfect vision.

No, he would not allow it. so painstakingly he gathered the fragments of his and his brothers remains and focused enough energy to summon a rip in reality, because if this bitch would take away their eternal victory then they would take away her future. So together, for possibly the last time, the chaos gods worked as one to push back this affront into another realm. They then heard a scream from the light as it tried to fight back but the combined will of the four was still to much even in their weakened state. Together Chaos United used the last of its strength to push the holy abomination into the tear. And from this action a new fate would be written, for this object was none other than the Holy Grail of the Lady.

And where a grail goes trouble follows.