Disclaimer: I don't own Warhammer. If I did, there would be a Chaos God of Fear. Makes sense don't it? Rage, Despair, Lust, Ambition/Changelust and FEAR! Nightlord's would be perfect servants…

But I don't.

Deep within the Warp a number of reactions occurred to Jelaad's actions

Nurgle chuckled, pleased by his pawns acts, proud his beloved servant was performing so admirably. This was the secret to Nurgle's power: He genuinely cared for His children. Unlike His brother-Gods, who would abandon a follower the moment they failed, Nurgle took them unto him even in death, provided the failure had not been their fault. The lesser servants he merged with; they became a part of him, aware of His deeds and sharing His inevitable triumph. Those servants who proved invaluable, like Typhon or Mortarion were reborn as daemons, to live forever and spread plague and decay in their wake. For those who fell in between, like Jelaad, Nurgle had created an afterworld redolent with heady plagues.

Ludmylla WAS waiting for Jelaad, and providing he suceeded here, they would soon be reunited, although it would be temporary, as their souls rotted away, but they WOULD be together. Jelaad would be caught for introducing the potent viral-concentrate into the hospital's air supply. He would be killed, but the plague would still provide Nurgle with hundreds, if not thousands, of new servants. For such an achievement, a temporary reunion with a loved one was only a fitting reward. It would be an immense step forward in the taking of Tajkent IX, the corruption of the Terror Tigers, and the eventual decay of the universe.

Nurgle mulled over the aphorism Jelaad had coined. Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the world. Blessed are the poor in spirit, for they shall see God. Now, where had He heard that before? It did tickle a memory, of thirty thousand years ago… No matter, it was quite nice, needing only some slight editing:

Blessed are the weak, for they shall inherit the worlds. Blessed are the poor of health, for they shall see their God.

Catchy, if He did say so Himself.

The other Chaos Gods were less pleased. Tzeentch was furious. Not only had his hated rival gained many more souls, but his own agent had been stationed in the hospital, and had died of the plague. This disrupted many of Tzeentch's plans, and fouled up events for centuriess to come.

Slaanesh was more disgusted than anything else. Leave it to Nurgle to kill so many with so little beauty S/He thought, as S/He tried to look away from the bloated, reeking plague victims, and to ignore their phlegmy pleas for salvation, which utterly lacked harmony.

Khorne was largely disinterested. Nurgle and He had little to do with one another, since although war and plague do go together, they are rarely in competition.Besides, He was much more interested in the bloddy war on the feral world of Igmar VI. Perhaps He should go down to test one of the stone-axe wielding savages for Ascension…

The Emperor's reaction was split.

High on the Astral Plane, the Emperor's Warp-Self was unconcerned. What was one pitiful custodian weighed against the good of Humanity? This Jelaad was a no one, and so were the majority of the plague victims. His Cause was unhurt, so what harm?

On Earth, deep within the immense, continent spanning Imperial Palace, His withered, crippled physical form shed a single teardrop. This went unnoticed by either the army that stood guard on Him or the technicians who monitored His lifesigns. He wept not just for Jelaad (though the loss of even so small and sad a soul hurt Him) but for all those like him who might also be corrupted b the Ruinous Powers. He wept, too, for Himself, and for his fractured nature.

True, He represented the finest qualities within humanity. But his Earthself had the humane qualities: Mercy, compassion, kindness, love, etc. His Warpself embodied the stern qualities of order, stablity, courage and unity. Only when the body finally died would He be whole again, and Humanity truly be led to Utopia. Until then…..

He wept.

AN: I really don't know where this came from, Ijust had the urge to write it. Just to clarify, Yes Jelaad DOES know what God he served and what he was puroing into the vents. By giving tthem NURGLE'S disease, he dedicated their souls to the Father Of Filth.

. I was trying, with part 1, to lead the reader into believeing that Jelaad had rediscovered Christianity, only to twist it to Nurgle. I thought it was pretty clever. Mind you it is currently three am and I've been running since 7 am on three and a half horus sleep. So if this isn't my best work, well, try to be understanding.

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