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Herald of the Void

By Nim Maj

A Necron Familiar Challenge Response Fic

Chapter 21: Apotheosis

Thalassa fell to her knees as her senses told her that what she was seeing and feeling was WRONG!

"This... isn't... possible." She whispered.

The spirits around her were screaming their agony and fear. Weakly she looked up at the raging sky. Swirls of red and black vied for supremacy but never succeeding in gaining dominance over the other. Blasts of heat and cold swept over them. The sky was split in two and a band of deepest blackness separated two halves of the sky in the midst of the contesting colors. Above them, within the darkness, a pink star shined.

Getting unsteadily to her feet, she noticed that the other elves were on the ground. Surprisingly, so were the Void mages Joseph, and Vittorio and their familiars Julio and Sheffield. Tiffania, being half-elven and a Void mage was also on the ground.

"Wh-what's going on?" asked Thalassa weakly.

"M-magic..." Joseph groaned. "Leaving. Can... feel it... leaving me." The others also confirmed the loss of their magic, and in the case of the familiars, it was more evident, with the runes shining brightly... but slowly dissolving.

Herald had time to modify the Starlight Bridge, a device capable of sucking pure energy beings out of a nearby sun, into one that could suck Void Magic from the atmosphere. It helped that he could study himself as he tried to use magic. All this was necessary for the apotheosis of the next generation of C'tan. It was unexpected that the Void mages would also lose their magic, but not unreasonable.

Herald's true target was all the Void magic in the vicinity, specifically the spell that Brimir cast over six thousand years ago which caused items from other worlds to fall into this world. His target was Brimir's World Door spell.

They could only watch helplessly as Louise unwittingly stole their Void Magic, and all the Void magic on the planet.

Herald, being connected to Louise, who was gaining the energy, was unaffected.

Louise woke. Getting up groggily, she turned to take in her surroundings. With a yelp she realized that she was in void. Wherever she looked was blackness. But for some reason, she could see herself as if she was standing in a good light.

"This is not right." She said.

Trying to pinch herself, she felt her hand pass through.

"Definitely some kind of dream." She mused to herself.

A light behind her seemed to brighten and she turned to face it. The sight before her was... curious to say the least. A tall, thin, balding man dressed in simple grey material was sitting on a simple black chair.

"Excuse me, but do you know where we are?" she asked. The person perked up and turned around. He had a worn and wrinkled face, as if the ages were not kind to him.

"Master..." the old man said.

'Master?' thought Louise as she felt a sneaking suspicion. "Herald?" she ventured.

The old man's eyes lit up. "Yes... Herald,... I am Herald of the Storm. I... forgot my name... I cast it aside... when I chose to serve the Gods." he said haltingly as if remembering something.

"So... what is this?" Louise asked. "It seems to be some kind of dream... and I never expected you to look like... that." She gestured at Herald's form.

Herald nodded. "Well master, your Apotheosis is underway. But it seems you are still undecided on the matter. I have never heard of this happening. Then again, your Apotheosis is under different circumstances."

"I see." Said Louise, a little downcast. She slipped into a melancholic silence.

"Perhaps..." interjected Herald, as if he finally understood something.

"What is it?"

"You lack a unifying force."

"Huh?"

"You agreed to become a C'tan to protect the people, but a C'tan is a God, and Louise Francoise le Blanc De La Valliere is a human. As such, your power is not maintaining cohesion."

"What do you mean?"

"You are still unsure of your identity and the source of your powers, the Void." Herald elaborated, before continuing his lecture. "Each C'tan, was a being of pure energy, compressed into a form, housed in a vessel of Necrodermis. You are a being of the Void, but you are still unsure what it is. You do not completely understand your power, and so it is only the Starlight Bridge that keeps your power from dispersing into the air. You need a concept, an idea from which you can define yourself. You must understand what you are, build up your identity, and forge a body, moulded by your power and given physical form using the Necrodermis provided."

Herald waved his hand and the darkness around them shifted to show the Nightbringer, black cloak wrapped around a desiccated moving corpse, scythe in hand. "Each C'tan represented an aspect of Nature. They were beings of the Materium, of this universe, and thus patterned themselves and their powers after the laws and realities of the Materium. The Nightbringer was the first C'tan, and he embodied Death. All living things would die, and thus they feared him. He took the form of a reaper of souls, and his scythe showed that he would reap souls as mortals reaped wheat."

Herald waved his hand again and the Nightbringer was replaced with the Deceiver's most common combat form, a bronze-skinned being with a large elongated head, metallic cloth wrapped around him modestly. "The Deceiver had many forms, but when he went to battle this was the most common form he adopted. Of the C'tan, he was the weakest physically, but he more than made up with his cunning plans and deceit. Of the C'tan, he is the wisest and should you prove stronger than him, he will never challenge you in a fair contest, unless it is some deception in itself. His many forms were an extension of his ability to deceive. His power was in his plans."

Herald waved his hand and the Deceiver was replaced with the form of the Void Dragon, a draconic shape with skin like a clear night sky. "The Void Dragon may still sleep, somewhere in the galaxy, but I was not privy to such information. He was the most powerful, and granted his servants the best technology." Herald turned to Louise. "Do you remember, in your studies? What did the Void represent according to the philosophy of the Empire of the Rising Sun?"

"According to them, Void represented the 'sky' and 'heaven.'" answered Louise, taking note of the Void Dragon's skin which mirrored that of the night sky. "But also, it stood for spirit, thought, and creativity." Louise continued, wondering where this would lead.

Herald nodded. "The Void Dragon was also renowned for its' inventions. Foremost of this was the Lightning Field." Herald showed rank upon rank of Necron Warriors, sparking while bolts of lightning leapt from each body, causing no harm to the warriors. When they closed to melee range with their enemies, the lightning smashed into any foe that made contact with their skin, cooking them with the raw energy being transmitted into them.

"Vaul, one of the Eldar's gods eventually created the Wraithwalkers and the Wraithlords to counter the Army of the Void Dragon." Herald showed how thin, towering, golem-like constructs waded through the army, unaffected by the Lighting Field.

"Many more innovations would follow to counter them, but in the end, the Talismans of Vaul drove the Void Dragon from the battlefield. To this day, we know not where he sleeps, except for perhaps the Deceiver."

"Why would you say that?" Louise asked confused. She knew that the C'tan didn't get along well anymore, but how could the Deceiver know of the Void Dragon's resting place?

"Mephet'ran once betrayed the resting place of the Nightbringer to his enemies. If anyone would know, it would be the Deceiver." Herald informed Louise dispassionately.

"What? What happened?" Louise was starting to like the Deceiver less and less... not that she particularly liked him in the first place.

"I only know the Nightbringer survived, else I would not be able to channel His Essence."

"Oh. And the Void Dragon?"

"Either truly dead, or still slumbering." However Herald wouldn't put it past the Void Dragon to simply be withholding its' Essence.

"What of the last one, the Outsider I think he was called?"

Herald seemed to sigh. "One would have to be insane to call upon the Outsider. The Outsider consumed too many of its' fellow C'tan. Unable to digest completely, the voices of the consumed C'tan slowly but surely drove it insane. So much so, that it would cause those in close proximity to it to hear the voices as well and go insane. He was sealed outside of the galaxy to protect everyone from its' madness."

"Oh..." Louise said before hesitatingly asking, "How close?"

"Within the Solar system."

Louise's eyes boggled at that. "Uhm... around how much?"

"Ten trillion kilometres at the furthest."

Louise reeled before shaking her head and absorbing the new information.

"So... what does that mean to me?"

"Indeed."

"Huh?"

"Louise Francoise Le Blanc de La Valliere is the name of a human. You are a C'tan. Your power is the Void. But what does it mean to you?" Herald asked.

"Just who is Louise the C'tan?" Herald pressed.

"What do you mean? I don't..." Louise trailed off as she took her Familiar's words seriously.

"What am I?" she asked herself.

"A C'tan. She answered.

"A Star God." She replied with a gulp.

"Of... the Void." She thought some more.

"The Void is..." She closed her eyes.

Thoughts ran through her mind. Memories of her studies. But they didn't quite explain what the Void was. Until she remembered Herald's lecture...

Louise and Herald, weeks ago.

"Herald, what is the Void?" Louise asked her Familiar.

"Emptiness... Master,... nothingness."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Activating the Veil of Darkness, Herald showed her a large hologram of the world they were on. "Master... on this... world... are the elements... of Fire, Water, Wind, and Earth."" As he named each element, he cut away the crust to show the swirling magma beneath the earth, highlighted the seas for water, the landmasses for earth, and made the planet glow for wind.

"The Void... is space." Herald explained that space was all around the earth, everything black to be exact.

"Whoa..." exclaimed an awed Louise. But Herald didn't stop there. He zoomed out. This time he showed the solar system, complete with all the planets as tiny dots orbiting the sun.

"Everything black... is the Void." Herald continued... before zooming out again. This time he showed the star cluster, a few hundred stars. There was no longer any planets large enough to see.

"Everything black... is the Void." Herald repeated. He zoomed out again. And Again, repeateing what he said. The star cluster becam a galactic arm of a spiral galaxy, which was shown after that. Then two galaxies. Then Three. He zoomed out once more and showed several galaxies. Finally, he zoomed out until the galaxies looked like stars dotting the night sky.

"Everything black... is the Void." He said.

Louise could only stare in dumbfounded awe. Everytime, the blackness of the Void dominated the tiny "starlights." Even when they represented entire galaxies. The Void was just that big.

'No wonder it was so powerful.' Louise concluded.

Louise took this time to put together her understanding of the Void, her insights into its' nature.

Herald helped to explain such concepts like gravity and how it held the planets, stars, and galaxies in place, and how they influenced each other. And how the Void between the heavenly bodies helped them keep their place. If they were too close, they would smash into each other, and no life as they knew it would be possible. Envisioning such a catastrophe should such a world be possible, it resembled what she thought was Hell, a mass of red and black colors vying for supremacy...

Imagine that...

A world without the Void, or rather the Void in its purest form... utter chaos. Without the Void, order couldn't be maintained. It was... a border of nothing. It was an Emptiness that divided, measured out, and defined the limits of the worlds, stars, and galaxies.

In effect, the Void upheld balance... or else it would hold only chaos.

Then Herald had to explain the Expansion of the Universe, dark matter and dark energy, and the Law of Entropy.

Honestly, she wanted to tear her hair out in frustration. Or tear into Herald for heaping such difficult concepts onto her.

So she thought. And thought. Until she got it. It was quite simple really. She wondered how she couldn't see it in the first place.

Void was the power of God. Void was in the beginning... until God created everything. So in the beginning was nothing... until God created everything.

Void was nothing... at the same time that it was everything.

Void was the True Beginning, a world without borders, until the Void exerted its will and ordered everything into what is. And eventually, thanks to entropy, at some point in the far and distant future, everything would return to that first state, thus the Ultimate End.

From which Everything could begin again, if the Void willed it.

Louise hesitated. Dare she take it? The power of God?

She thought of everyone counting on her, the people she had to protect...

YES

"I'm ready Herald." Louise said.

"You are." He answered. "But before you go, you must know..."

"Know what?" Louise asked, tilting her head.

"Your responsibility... your Oath. To my kind." Herald elaborated.

"What is it?" Louise asked, her entire attention focused on Herald.

"We serve... because you promised us... immortality... and vengeance. Both have been fulfilled. The Old Ones are gone... and I still serve. But..." Herald trailed off before pointing behind her. "What of them?"

Louise turned and took in the sight of a multitude. With empty-looking eyes, the first one approached her, kneeled, and Louise just knew his name was... Jacques. But when he spoke, it was with passion, "Those nobles think they're so high and mighty! What about us! We scrape and scrounge just to live from day to day! They can only think of their own enjoyment and pleasure! Every moment is a struggle! I want to be satisfied! I want to be fulfilled. I don't want to go hungry ever again! What about my happiness? What about Me? Don't I matter?" Jacques fell silent and stepped back into the waiting crowd.

Louise was reeling. She had never known that the commoners felt so... strongly about it. Shouldn't they be happy with serving the nobles? Then knowledge of Jacques' life hit her. She was saddened. 'That... was how he lived? He was always hungry! And the way he was treated by those so-called 'nobles' made her blood boil. Louise also felt guilt. She realized she was like them. 'I... treated Siesta like that... before.' She was glad that lately things had gotten better, or rather she had been relatively benevolent, if not entirely caring for the commoners serving her.

Then someone she recognized showed up. 'Count Mott' she thought with horror. Then the knowledge of Count Mott's life hit her... and she was utterly disgusted. "I was content with life, doing my duty to the crown. I enjoyed ruling those below me, and flaunting my power before commoner and nobles, making them cower in fear. No one except the Royals had it better than me! But I could have more! Glory! Honor! Wealth! All mine if I do my job, protected by the might and authority of the crown!" Count Mott couldn't imagine anything better, because he had a small mind, one that couldn't comprehend the results of his actions... unless it happened to him. Too late. The Necrons claimed him.

And so it continued... one by one.

At the end, Louise wept as she acutely felt the burden that rested on her. She was responsible for ALL of them. They were her Necrons now. Her servants... her soldiers... her slaves.

After bawling her heart out, she turned to Herald, her face a mess. "Now I'm ready."

Herald nodded, and the dream world disappeared.

The light and howling winds died. The stars were restored to their earlier positions. All was right with the world. Quickly those least affected made their way to the summit of the pyramid.

On the top of the Starlight Bridge, hidden by the coffin-like altar, the molten Necrodermis was drained away. A black humanoid form huddled in a fetal position.

Rushing up to the altar/sarcophagus, Henrietta, Kirche, and Tabitha made it first. They were quickly followed by Karin, Louise's mother and the rest. Waving away the steam rising up, they took in Louise's new look.

Or old one. She seemed to not have changed. Her hair was still long and strawberry blonde. She was wearing her school uniform complete with "zettai ryouiki" stockings and school flats.

The difference was that anything normally black, like her skirt and stockings seemed to mimic the night sky, complete with stars.

"Munya..." she said as she yawned, then realized where she was. "What the...?" she asked as she began looking around to get her bearings. Looking up she spotted Henrietta and the others around her. "My Empress!" she gasped as she sat up. "What happened?"

"I... don't know. Do you feel any different?" Henrietta asked as she held out her hand to help her friend up and out of the sarcophagus.

Closing her eyes Louise felt... power, raw and bubbling within her, begging to be released. "I can feel it. So much... power."

Getting steadily to her feet, Louise otherwise didn't feel any different. Opening her eyes the first thing she saw was Kirche... at eye level. "Kirche... did you get shorter?" she asked hesitantly.

Kirche's eye twitched in annoyance. "Louise," she began in restrained voice. "you're floating."

Louise looked at her dumbly for a second. "Eh?" Louise looked down. "So I am..." she said unsteadily. And she was. Hovering nearly a foot in the air, it put her face in line with Kirche's, the tallest girl in their class.

Wales appeared to interrupt the spectacle in a burst of shadows.

"Wales?" asked Louise as her Necron Lord gained her attention. Wales pointed to the East.

Turning, Louise was reminded of her Duty. Nodding she turned back and stepped next to him. "Do it." Wales teleported them both to the battlefield.

Behind them, Henrietta began praying for their safety and success.

In a burst of shadows, Louise appeared on the battlefield, just behind the Necron defensive line. The Necrons were currently engaged in battle, holding off the Ork charge. The milling Mob was tied up by the necron Skirmish line, Slugga Boys and Flayed Ones mixing it up in melee. Warriors, Immortals, and Destroyers thinned the horde of green bodies. The burned out hulks of Gargants and two of the five Crypt Stalkers littered the field, while the remaining three Crypt Stalkers were heavily engaged with the remaining Gargants, now reduced to half their number, though Mordakka was strangely silent.

Her appearance however prompted it into action. As if expecting her, it began powering up, something even she could hear from so far away. It pointed its guns at her, and she didn't doubt that the missiles were loaded and targeting her, or rather her general location.

She felt it... the power of the Void, calling her, begging to be used, for chaos, for order, for something. It welled within her.

She took a deep breath and willed herself forward, just past the defensive line...

And unleashed the VOID.

All was white for a few seconds before hearing was restored.

Louise gazed at the destruction she had wreaked with a dispassionate stare. The massive crater miles wide and a mile deep divided the remaining Ork forces in two. They now numbered a few thousand. Turning to her commanders, she took in their sights. Herald of the Void, just Herald carrying Derflinger, and the Necron Lord of all Albion, Wales Tudor, waited for her next command. Within her soul, within the connection she had to her chosen Herald, she felt the words he wanted her to speak. With an imperious voice, she commanded him.

"Go forth, my Herald. Go... and kill in my name."

Without hesitation, Herald took half of the forces and marched on one of the remaining Ork groups. Wales Tudor, the Necron Lord of All Albion took the rest and marched against the other force. There was no more need for words. Louise had already commanded Wales through their link.

The remaining Orks never stood a chance.

Landing in front of Henrietta, Louise composed herself before reporting to her Empress. She was getting the hang of flying. "Your Highness, the Orks have been driven off. They lack the numbers to push through with the invasion and my Necrons are commencing mop-up operations."

Henrietta dropped to her knees and clasped her hands as if in prayer. Bowing her head she answered Louise. "Thank you, Divine one! You have rescued my people from certain doom."

Louise reeled at this display of deference. Was this how she had treated Henrietta all this time? She had always wanted to be of use to the then Princess because she chose to be her friend. That coupled with the loyalty to the crown instilled by her parents meant she would serve without question... but... Now the table were reversed. Now she was higher than even royalty! She was a goddess! How could their relationship be the same? Louise was already missing the way she could simply follow Henrietta with unwavering loyalty. For Henrietta, Louise's word was equal to the Founder Brimir. How could things be the same?

Floundering for a bit, Louise set her expression and decided to return Henrietta's loyalty. If her Empress could be a friend to her subject, then A goddess could be a friend to her... worshiper.

Kneeling down in front of her friend she clasped her hands around Henrietta's. "Your Highness, for your friendship before my ascension, allow me to return it. Please," Louise begged, "call me Louise. We will always be friends." she said with finality.

Henrietta felt tears welling up in her eyes. "Louise..." she whispered before embracing her oldest and dearest friend.

Herald, Derflinger and Wales took this opportunity to appear through their Veils of Darkness, taking up respectful distances to their goddess.

While everyone gave this reunion some respect, an unexpected sound interrupted the touching scene.

CLAP

CLAP

CLAP

Clapping was coming from the side, everyone turned to glare at the rude personage for interrupting this heartfelt moment. Their glares turned to fear and confusion at the Ork that had somehow survived, but had appeared here, in Tristain, many miles from the front lines.

Herald took in the strange appearance of the lone Ork. Several things were out of place and they sent warning flags to his keen analytical mind.

First, was that this Ork had appeared without tripping his sensors. Second, it was alone. Next, It seemed to be dressed as an Ork warphead, staff at hand and makeshift robe around it. Fourth, Its' eyes were glowing with Warp energy. Fifth, the delayed detection of the Immaterial energy before him skyrocketed. This Ork's power was simply immense.

This was no ordinary Weird Boy.

"Nice, Girl. You're not letting your power get to your head. That's something that can't be said of Chaos." The Ork said in perfect, unaccented Halkeginian. That was the sixth wrong thing with this picture.

"Wh-who are you?" asked Louise, as even she thought that this Ork was different from the others. Or maybe she detected his power?

The Ork shook his head. "Tut tut. Aren't you supposed to introduce yourself if you want to know the name of someone you know?"

Louise grimaced. "Normally, but you are the intruder here." She shot back. Her senses were screaming at her that the being in front of her was POWERFUL and SOMETHING THAT SHOULDN'T BE.

"Heheh." The intruder chuckled. "I suppose you're right. Well then allow me to introduce myself..."

The people assembled felt a wave of power wash over them, as the being said his name, a feeling washed over them, a feeling that seemed to declare, that the being in front of them was the personification of plans, masterful plans. As if the being's wisdom, knowledge, and cunning formed plans that once carried out were simply...

Brutal.

'Oh dear' thought Herald as he finally realized who was talking to them.

Of the many enemies that faced the Necrons and the C'tan, few were as threatening as the Eldar, especially when lead by their Gods, beings molded by the Old Ones out of the Immaterium to guide them and lead them into battle, especially in the face of their dwindling numbers, and the fact that beings of the Immaterium were the only ones capable of truly harming and utterly destroying the C'tan.

The Eldar were lead by Warp Gods such as Asuryan, Isha, Vaul, and the one who defeated the Nightbringer, Khaine. But they weren't the only ones. Other gods lead the other races, but only two pantheons remained after all this time due to the numbers of their followers, the handful of Eldar Gods...

And the Ork Gods Gork and...

"Mork, Ork God of Brutal Cunning." He spoke with a booming voice without seeming to try. The god standing before them smiled predatorily, "...and Architect of your Apotheosis."

LET'S GET READY TO RUUUUUMMMMMBLE!

SNEAK PEEK – Void Tyrant (In Progress)

Hovering outside of the classroom, the Zoanthrope (let's call him Zeta), observed the proceedings. First was the boring talk. That was followed by more talk. After all, knowledge of the Elements was hazy but instinctive, thanks to the Hive Mind, speaking of which, it seemed the Hive Mind was getting up for... a demonstration? Zeta observed with interest, eager to witness the might of the Hive Mind, of which its' own powers were a feeble fraction. The Hive Mind waved her wand, spoke an incantation and...

FLASH

BOOOOOMMMMM!

'What the Fu~AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!'

OMAKE? or SNEAK PEEK?

Within the Eastern Wonderland, a certain youkai felt a chill run down her spine. It was as if... something that was her exact opposite... had finally come to exist... something... without borders...

But that was impossible...

Right?

OMAKE – Versus

"Hello ladies and gentlemen. With the sun shining and not a cloud in sight, it's a great day for a contest. And that's why we're gathered here today. With the retirement of Siesta, the Handmaiden and Head Maid of the Goddess Louise Francoise le Blanc De La Valliere, we find ourselves with a question: who will take her place? Adam?"

"That's right Derflinger. That's why we're here. Only the best would even be considered to be the Head Maid for a Goddess, and so we are here to settle the age old question of who is the best. Derf?"

"Right Adam. And here come our contestants now. First off , hailing from the planet Earl, having a long and illustrious career of serving as royal maids and bodyguards, we have the Five Columns of the Otome-hime! Leading them is Headmaster Natsuki Kruger, the Ice Silver Crystal. She is followed by the Bewitching Smile Amethyst Shizuru Viola, Sara Gallagher the Galactic Aquamarine, the Swirling Dance Fluorite Mahya Blythe, and Juliet Nao Zhang the Break String Spinel."

"A truly top-of-the-line line up. However, since there are more of them than the single opposing representative, they will be chosen to compete singly through random draw, done by the Goddess herself, unless she chooses to favour them by picking one of them. Herald is on hand to keep the contest fair though."

"That's right. Also, in the interest of fairness, the Head Maid is not expected to protect the Goddess, hence a Trial by Combat or Butou in the Otome's case is to be held only as a tie breaker. They will all be judged on the main tasks of The Maid."

The crowd begins to get louder as the other competitor makes their entrance. "Can you here that crowd? They seem to be excited Derf. And who wouldn't? The Otome's opponent is no pushover. Having known to be able to turn landfills into mansions, wielding a host of abilities, a graduate of Massachusetts Institute of Technology, which also means he hails from Holy Terra, the Home world of Humanity, and of course, the Origin of The Maid."

"That's right Adam, let's welcome, Kamen no Maid Guy: Kooooooooooooo~garashi!"

"Kukukuku!"

A.N. I certainly hope I didn't offend anyone too much. I look forward to your thoughts on my conclusions regarding the Void. I think it is an interesting topic. So much could be said that wasn't explained here, so it feels as if I hadn't explained enough, but I wanted to get this chapter to you ASAP.

The OMAKE contest is still on by the way.

For the future, I have an Epilogue chapter planned aside from the Omake chapter, so maybe 2 more left.

Void Tyrant fans rejoice! I'll try to update this Tuesday or Thursday. I was able to obtain copies of the Codexes for the Tyranids and Necrons! My thanks to my helpful readers. I couldn't do so much without you.

Hah! No one guessed! Bet you didn't see this one coming huh? Who would have expected that Mork, the God of Brutal Cunning would plan this(There's a difference. Mork's cunning[noun] is brutal[adjective], Gork's brutality[noun] is cunning[adjective])? After all, all they want is a good fight! And after so many millennia, it's good to find someone who would be convinced to fight fairly. I bet He and Gork only get to fight Khorne. The Eldar Gods are dead or captured (Khaine's having trouble pulling himself back together), Tzeentch is scheming and can't be bothered, Nurgle is too lazy, oh, Cegorach and Slaanesh are busy fighting each other, and the Emperor is confined to the Golden Throne thanks to Chaos. Who's going to give them a good fight? After a while, fighting only Khorne gets boring. Hence, the Plan. More on this in the next chapter.

Hope you enjoyed!