Back before Ynnead ever met Imisha, after her meeting with the Anathema.

Ynnead stopped and sighed. She rubbed her forehead in annoyance and let out an exasperated sigh. Before the death goddess rose the massive ornate webway gate leading to the Black Library. Build in a time long lost, before she had taken her first breath, it was awe inspiring. Beyond that gate, awaited the guardians. And the toll. Only a few more steps. Yet Ynnead stood still, seemingly unwilling to cross this last barrier. She closed her eyes and spoke.

"I know you're there."

Only silence came in response.

"You have been following me for days. I can feel your presence pulsing through me. The same blood that courses through you is slowly quickening inside me. Can you feel it too? Can you feel me?"

Everything was still silent around her. But it was as if the silence itself was holding its breath. It was too silent. Ynnead smirked triumphantly.

"I knew it. I can feel all of you. From the second I opened my eyes and filled my dead lungs with cold air, I could feel all of you. My dancing brother, my scattered brother, my sister in chains. And you. My sister in pain."

The silence around her Ynnead kind of twitched.

"I'm glad I'll finally be able to meet you. I feel like we are attached at the hip yet none of us has ever had the guts to talk to the other. It's such a weird feeling to be so close to someone you've never seen. To love someone you've never met, don't you think?"

The very air in the room laughed back at Ynnead in utter silence.

"What, you think that's weird? That I love you? It's perfectly natural if you ask me. You're my sister after all. Oh, I know who you are, what you are. But even though all that, you're the one I feel the closest to. The other ones, our older siblings, they'll never be able to let go of the past. They can only look over their shoulder and see what has been lost. You and me, we are the only ones who have the ability to raise our eyes and gaze forward. We're the ones who will decide the future. Surely you can agree to that?"

Sullenly, the silence agreed. Ynnead laughed out loud in response.

"We're so alike it's ridiculous. Were both the odd one out. Both afterthoughts. Accidents. Both lonely, both scared. Both unwanted. So much of what rages inside you also exists inside me. Sometimes we are so alike it scares me, and I wonder if we are but the same thing. Am I only the other side of the coin?"

This time she didn't wait for the silence to answer her. She got to her feet and dusted off her simple woollen robe.

"I really do want to meet you. But once I cross this gate, you won't be able to follow, will you? For you have nothing with which to pay the toll, am I right?"

The silence roared back in anger, stamping the ground in soundless rage.

"I didn't mean to upset you. I'm just saying, this is your last chance. There is no telling when I will be back. Or even if they'll let me leave. So can't you please come out so that I can meet you face to face? I want to look at you with my own eyes. Please?"

The silence twisted and swirled and from somewhere beyond eternity, a woman beyond horror and beauty strode into the room, hips swaying from side to side. She placed herself between Ynnead and the webway gate, towering menacingly over the little death goddess, who gawked up at her sister in awe.

She will kill you now.

"Wow."

She will consume. No different from the others. Weak. Worthless.

"Yes yes. That's good and all. But seriously, did the universe have to use up all the curves when they made you guys? Is it really too much to ask that fate could have saved a little for me?"

Fearlessly, standing on her tippy toes, Ynnead stretched up and shamelessly cupped her elder sister's breast in her hand. For the first time since she was born, Slaanesh, the goddess of all things vile and depraved, blushed like a schoolgirl. She took a step backwards, involuntary shielding herself with her clawed hands, pushing the little girls the had groped her away. Ynnead's eyes were wide, almost obsessed.

"I swear, I'm never washing this hand again. Please, please, please, tell me all the girls in the family get those. That means there is at least a chance for me." The death goddess hesitated for a second, her face flooded with doubt. "Or did you, like, 'improve the situation' later on?"

Slaanesh roared in rage and with a quick swipe of her claws picked up the little goddess, effortlessly lifting her into the air. Ynnead didn't even flinch but bowed her head in shame.

"I should apologize for that. 'Ask befer ya touch, yer little pervert', my father kept telling me over and over again. It's just something about boobs that makes me completely lose my mind, you know? And as you can see, I'm not really blessed in that department. How unfair is that? To have a thing for boobs yet don't have any yourself? Huh, is this how all men must feel?"

Like the gates of hell, Slaanesh slavering jaws opened impossibly wide, revealing the swirling vortex of pain and misery inside. Slowly, she raised her closed claw carrying the death goddess towards her open mouth.

"Ha! Just like that, I think I figured out the opposite sex! Yay me!" Ynnead mused on as the jaws of doom closed around her. In one gulp, the last Hope of the Eldar was gone. Only the Doom of the Eldar was left standing.

Slaanesh eyes went wide with excitement as she started to taste and digest her little sister. In had been so long since she had tasted one of her own kind. There was nothing quite like it, to murder and eat your own family. The pleasure was rising within Slaanesh as the little newcomer started to die inside her. She tasted like...like...

Death.

The chaos god fell to her knees. Before her eyes, the skin on her hands started to wither and crack. Her veins were turning black, swirling with cloudy black blood. All that which had previously been silky smooth and full of vigour was now crumbling like old paper. In a matter of moments, her breathtaking beauty turned to ash and her endless strength flowed away from her like air from a burst balloon. Shivering on the ground, with only seconds left to live, she retched with all her remaining might, forcing her claws into her throat to expunge the deadly creature that had entered her. In the end, Slaanesh was left whimpering on the ground, clutching her stomach in mind numbing pain. Beside her, free once again, Ynnead stumbled to her feet. Her eyes were black as night and her smile and witty voice long gone. She too looked tired and shaken.

"That, dear sister, is what going to happen if I pass beyond the veil before my time. For all your power and corruption, you're still family, you're still one of us. Your fate and mine are whirling across the dancefloor together. When I die, you will go with me. I needed you to know that. And I knew you would never listen to my words, so I had to show you."

Ynnead looked at her sister anxiously. Ever so slowly the chaos gods power was returning. But at this moment she was weak. Vulnerable. The very core of her being was exposed. Carefully Ynnead bent down and kissed her sister's forehead. But where her lips touched the chaos god's the skin once again wilted and black snakes started to crawl underneath the skin. Instantly, the death goddess withdrew, looking miserable.

Do it.

"No. I told you, we have to all go together. All of us. If we don't, all life will suffer."

She doesn't care. She wants life to suffer. Suffer like she has.

"No, you don't. You keep telling yourself that, but it's not really true."

She hates you.

"I know."

Ynnead rose once again and walked up to the gateway in front of her. With one last deep breath, she raised her hood and started to ascend the steps leading into the gate to the Black Library. But right before she stepped through the gate she turned around. Tears of smoke were falling from her swirling black eyes onto the ground.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I couldn't think of another way. I didn't want to hurt you. Please believe me. I really do love you."