*Note, I know this is possibly a big hit/miss story, but I wanted to give it a try anyhow. Also I know it may…. well it may suck, but at least I gave it a shot.


A long time ago, before the word Youkai was even born, four dark gods lived in a galaxy wrought with war. These four were known for their powers, their skills, and of course their unholy armies that live in a plane called The Warp. The first of the four to emerge was the God of Death and Decay, a being of eternal plagues and disease, called Nurgle, the oldest of the four. Alongside him came his brother, a God of Violence and Bloodshed, a being of war and anger, called Khorne, the mightiest of the four. The third to emerge was the God of Magic and Corruption, a being of schemes and magic, called Tzeentch, a being of fate and sorcery itself. The final one to emerge was the God of Pleasure and Pain, called Slaanesh, a being of perfection and hedonism.

This story though is about a follower of Tzeentch. As those who know of these Dark Gods know, out of the four, Tzeentch manipulates and changes, weaving the threads of fate to his own pleasure. If he wanted a follower dead for a larger scheme, he would do so. If he wanted to leave seeds of deceit in the ranks of a holy order, he would make sure it happened. As the other three Dark Gods fought each other, Tzeentch simply sat back and watched, plotting and manipulating his fellow Dark Gods into his own mechanisms. One fact that rised however is that while those three bicker and fought like children, Tzeentch extended his reach to far beyond the realm of the so called 41st Millenium. His reach grew and grew till he felt a new world, one that felt similar to ancient Terra, but… different.

This world was not full of holy power, but a balance of it! He could see and feel the power of creatures living amongst humans, but the humans are unaware of their existence, believing them to be simple folklore to these mortals and in all honesty… it intrigued the Dark God of Sorcery. As he kept his reach of magic flowing through this world, he felt dark powers flowing within this world, as if the ruinous powers of the Warp itself existed here. As he kept examining this world, his mind raced with new plans, new ideas…. new strategies to conquer and all of it flooded his mind with visions of a future where he ruled! A problem did arise however, with how far the jump is, if he were to send any of his followers there, they would stick out like a sore thumb.

It took only a few seconds for the Dark God to think of the perfect plan. If he could not send followers into the world, he will simply create a extended hand of his army. He used his powers to find a suitable host, and one he did find. A young, orphan who hated the world for all it had. His name was Simon Blackwood, a young kid of six years old who hated those who simply overlooked the less fortunate, like him. No parents, no home, stuck in a godforsaken orphanage where the lady eats a Thanksgiving dinner and all they get are beans. As he laid his head to sleep once more, that was when Tzeentch enacted his plans.

He spoke to the boy through his dreams, telling him he could grant the young man power to change, power to rearrange the world itself. All he had to do was make a deal with him, but Simon was no fool and felt something off about Tzeentch, but still liked it more than those in his world. That was basically how the talk went between the two for the next few months. The Dark God try to get him to accept and Simon would divert his offer with small talk. After the boy turned eight though, he finally accepted and in a large burst of magic the orphanage shattered. No casualties miraculously, but one missing person: Simon Blackwood.

All that happened a good nine years ago today. Now, Simon lives by himself in a single story home in Japan, constantly training with his powers to become a more powerful Sorcerer to serve his master. As he stood in the basement of his home, trying to summon a daemon of Tzeentch, his mind wandered through his memories, through all the images Tzeentch gave him of the future…. of how he killed a man with his power. He stopped and took a deep breathe. It felt nerve racking to of taken another life, but it was either him or Simon and Simon made the choice. The only upside, he got more power and as a gift from Tzeentch, he could call upon a Sorcerer sword.

As he stopped for the day, he could hear his master's voice once more "My my Simon, you sure have grown…. for a mortal anyway". As Simon went upstairs, he stopped before a large mirror and looked at himself. His eyes were a mystic blue color and his attire was simple, a black shirt with sleeves to his elbows, black jeans, both of which had blue tribal like designs on them, a body with average build, shaggy black hair that went to his neck, and a necklace with Tzeentch's symbol around his neck.

As he walked to the kitchen, he spoke mentally "I wouldn't of gone this far without your assistance master. Your power flows through my veins and the power of the Warp itself sparks between my nerves". As he said that, he stopped and looked around his home. One of the few gifts that Tzeentch gave the Aspiring Sorcerer was the gift to sense large bouts of magic, to find other magic users and try to convince them to join his master's vision as well. This power though….. it was unbearable, it was more than a simple witch or warlock, it felt almost godlike…. and he had to find them. He left through the backdoor and focusing his power, teleported closer to the powerful feeling. As he rounded the corner, he saw a man in white, just standing there, grinning with glowing eyes.

Now Simon had felt fear before, long before he had been blessed by Tzeentch, but this guy…. it sent a whole new level of it through him. The man, in the flash of a second, was standing before Simon "Tell me…. why did you seek me?" he asked, still grinning.

Simon simply backpedaled as Tzeentch fed him the words to speak, to at least survive or even escape, since Tzeentch needed more time to study this man "I simply felt a large power and wanted to see to whom it belonged to. Now that I have, I have a new level to try and beat"

"Then why not just try to beat me now?"

"I'm not a fool. If I tried to now, I would be beaten. Your power far exceeds mine, but one day I will win" Simon said as he looked seriously at him.

The man simply laughed "Then why don't you speak for yourself instead of repeating words your master feeds you?" he asked as Simon flinched. This man was definitely someone different, and powerful to be able to sense Tzeentch's magic. The man went to pull something out as Simon called forth his sword from the Warp. The blade had a hilt of gold, Tzeentch's symbol embedded into it, two blades that were of different lengths, one being two and a half feet long and the other a one foot, seven inches long. In the gap between the two blades, purple lightning flickers and moves as if alive.

The man pulls out a sheet of paper as Simon warily grabs it and sees what it is. It was a form, a form to a place called Yokai Academy. As he looked up the man was gone, leaving Simon there with the form. A quick teleport back home and Simon sits to look over the form as Tzeentch simply chuckled "It would seem he has helped us in our plans my Champion. If this place is what I believe it is, then we have our army…. just need to find a way to get them to look at it from our perspective"

"What are you suggesting my lord?"

"Go to this Yokai Academy, move amongst them like a regular 'student'" that word made Simon groan loudly. He hated school, but did it to seem 'normal "And when the time is right, when your powers are strong enough…. I will teach you to open a Warp Portal" Tzeentch said as that made Simon grin like a child on Christmas. He was told stories of how these portals could summon thousands of daemons from the Warp to change a world or destroy it. Didn't take him long to fill out the form and he was standing outside a bus stop as the bus pulled up. He got on and sat down in a seat next to a kid with brown hair and brown eyes, a kid who held not a ounce of power in him, a regular human.

As the bus started to move, a single thought went through Simon's head of the future he would wrought "All is dust".