AN: Been absent a while. No particular reason, just no real inspiration, and being shit at more than one shots despite never reading one shots. While talking about non erotic things that turn you on on Twitter, I thought about why I enjoy mechs, and bam, inspiration. No, I don't care if this isn't how Khorne or his Daemons do shit normally, I'd like to imagine that Khorne isn't just Screaming and Throwing Chainaxes at everything. He's more like Kharn, not Angron.

Well, Betrayer era Khorne.

Either way, fuck off, my story, my decision. Hope you at least somewhat enjoy.

Putting in Horror because while it's not scary, I tried to do Chaos justice.

Dear Sister,

You still haven't sent any letters. I've been waiting for days now, and you're silent as always. Well, you always were the quiet one, but then again, you had to be, didn't you? Taking care of me when Mother and Father would fight. I still remember you stroking my hair, singing your lullabies to lull me to sleep. How did they go? It's been so long since I've heard them. I hope your silence is you giving one of your surprises, like that knife you gave me on my birthday. Oh, but mother didn't appreciate the gift one bit, no she didn't. I remember her screaming and crying and throwing things. But like usual you were there, and she could do nothing.

I've been thinking about your question, about how it feels to be a Princeps. I'm no writer, but for you, I'll do my best. As you know, a Titan is giant, though you never realize it until you stand in its shadow. The thing dwarfs everything I've ever seen. But that's not what you're asking. You're asking about the feeling of being the Titan. It starts with the connection. You're seated, and from the ceiling wires come out. They're thin, smaller than hairs, you'd think you wouldn't see them. They come closer, slithering through the air. You can't move, you must surrender. This last surrender is the hardest, dear sister, for you must stand your ground, knowing those tiny, needle worms are coming for you. They burrow deep, and you feel as though your brain is drowning in ice. You might even scream, except you have forgotten how.

They're burrowing through your eyes into your brains, as you know. The worms eat and consume. Do you visit Mother's Grave? Do you think the worms still feed on her corpse? How long has it been since we last visited? I can't remember, but we've been busy, haven't we? So many between us. I still see it, you know. When mother took the knife, I still see it falling, sinking. That's what I see every time the connection comes. It's mother, screaming and crying, the blade falling, so sweetly parting flesh and blood. I always want to close my eyes, but I know even now, you'll protect me. I can watch the knife descend time and time again, because you're holding my shoulder. You'll cradle me if things go wrong, like when we were kids. You'll be the final surrender, as always.

Of course, I can't surrender. It's alive, you know, the Titan? It growls, it roars, it fills my vision, my head with blood. I'm always drowning in the ocean, those thirsty oceans, forever drenched, forever bone dry. I can't surrender, I roar back. It fights, and I fight. A battle of the mind. Countless thousands of years pass in these moments. I see the rise of countless Empires, their machinations, their hopes for peace and prosperity stamped underfoot. All those people, lives nothing but the avatars of a battle of minds incapable of understanding each other.

I win, as always. An empire rises, greater than any other. Towering statues rise and blood falls. None dare question the rules, for they fear above all else the guardians of the Gods. They fear they will be crushed like the insects they are. Eventually, the statues move. I move. I am a statue. The people scream, and I stamp, and stamp, and stamp. The cities fall, the world falls, and still I stamp. They sang the praises of false idols, but they gave their gifts, their life, to me, to the promise of what I am. I fulfill my creation and take all they have. I am not a servant of God. None exist but me, I am God.

The realization of divinity is something hard to comprehend. You are all, and all is you. You are alone, and there is nothing but void. You scream, and from the mouth it screams. It screams, and screams, and screams, until we both are screaming. We are now one. It accepts me, it is me.

The feeling is hard to put into words. You were never one for words, were you sister? I remember, you always told me that I must do, that your acts will echo will your words have long since vanish. I remember you showed me these acts, taught me how to show others. So many refused to listen, but we made them listen. They sang in praise when we were done and had so many gifts for us. But no matter what I do, becoming the Titan is something transcendent. I am no longer mortal flesh, no longer bound to the laws of our world. I am something more. I am steel, and fury, and death. The world quails beneath the footsteps of God and God have become me. They sing praises, and give up so much for us, don't they? They curse a name, but they look up in fear and awe at me. The incense fills the air, the gold flows through the streets, the thick, crimson gold.

Remember when father took us to Terra? He said that the streets were paved in gold, that the heavens rang praise in the name of God. You remember how we felt, the false men with leering faces, the stink. The streets were mud, the gold was hard and cold. We could think of so many ways to improve it. We've gone to many, many worlds since then, and the Gold is everywhere. We sing praises to God, we pour gold upon the streets, and they light their incense, give up all for their love. They fall to their knees as we walk, knees buckling in sight of our glory. Perhaps one day, we shall bring this true gold to Terra, let those sad masses witness the majesty of God.

It's been too long, dear sister. Even in the long, dark cold, when everything is dark and peaceful, and the darkness encroaches and whispers its secrets, when I feel scared, or tremble at the hand that sits on my shoulder, I know you're there. I can merely look up, and I can almost imagine seeing you. You're across the ceiling, grinning. It's the smile you always use, to tell me all is alright. I'm a child again, and you're watching over me. Gold drips from your mouth, and I feel it fill me, my lungs filled with gold. The breath of God fills my mouth, and I always feel better.

I'm so happy to know you're going to always be there for me. On my final surrender, I know you'll hold me once again, as you always do. Even now, even in this unending voyage, I can hear you whispering. 'It's alright', you say, 'you don't have to turn around. Keep looking up, that's right. You're safe now. You have given me so much, and your sister is proud of you. Close your eyes, and I shall sing to you once again. Close your eyes, you're home. You've always been home'.

I shall lay back, and feel the reassuring weight of the hand, the kindness in your eyes. You're looking behind me, you'll keep me safe, as you always do. I don't need to look, I can sleep. I shall surrender myself to your embrace once more.

Goodnight, Dear Sister.