The wasteland, scarlet with blood, was littered with the remains of various creatures: the commissar's ripped torso, a banshee with a torn spine, a tyranid with a fractured skull, an orcoid without a lower jaw. It was a glorious battle. Long, cruel, and most importantly senseless. Yes, it is senseless, but that's what makes sense! Each warrior here had his own goal, from the banal desire to survive to simple entertainment. But what was the use of it now, if everyone here is dead? The cold, indifferent and hypocritical universe simply did not pay attention to it, and it was perceived as the normal state of things. Only the material world, rotten through and through, adheres to this position. But there was something else here. Something alien to this reality. Immaterium.
He cared. Only a naive weakling will hope to find leniency or mercy there. No, the reality is much darker. He was seething, he was rejoicing, he was living a senseless slaughter! But most importantly, he reacted to every life taken away! There, behind the veil of the minds of weak and poor, is the Copper Fortress, the abode of Khorne, the god of war. He bathed in the blood of the dead, collected their skulls for his throne and devoured their souls with infernal flames. The present moment was important to him, and he didn't care what would remain after. He even threw his faithful servants to the slaughter (although those, being the same bloodthirsty demons, simply returned to their native Warp). If only the flow of cut-off lives would not run out. And it will never run out. For in the grim darkness of the distant future, there is only war.
Meanwhile, someone was crawling out from under the mountain of corpses. It was one of Khorne's mortal followers. A terrible berserker from the World Eaters. Covered with blood that had not yet congealed, it was as if he had been born again. This could not but cause a mad smile under his horned helmet, which made him look like an unknown predatory beast. But who knows how much of a person is left in him after so many years of service to Destructive Forces? When he got out, he climbed another, big mountain of bodies. When he reached the top, the warrior let out a roar that could sow fear in the hearts of anyone.
«I, Eli Varius of the Legion of World Eaters, offer this sacrifice to you, O Great Lord Khorne!» Every word radiated anticipation and a certain childishness: «I spilled a river of blood especially for you! I have collected thousands of skulls today for your throne! I have killed the followers of false and weak gods to show that only you are strong! Grant me her, grant me strength!» — an unstoppable Warp vortex was blazing in the sky. Either a crimson or purple stream rushed to the Chaos astartes, and he just spread his arms to the side, waiting for a miracle.
But it was different, not the one that chaosit was waiting for. The immaterial hand simply absorbed all the blood and took the skulls of the defeated enemies. From the loss of part of the «foundation", the «temple of war» collapsed under the weight of the giant. Eli screamed in surprise before shamefully falling and rolling head over heels along with an avalanche of bodies. Someone would surely laugh at such a comical scene if the only living being was not the "actor of the theater of the absurd" himself. He had to dig himself out a second time to see how the warp storm began to subside and the Materium was repairing its wounds. The dark god was pleased with the harvest and felt that he could not get more from this world.
The Astartes decided to test himself. Taking a huge saw axe, he turned to a distant rock that was four times larger than himself.
«It will do».
Within a few seconds, he covered a distance of five hundred meters, jumped seven and brought down his cursed weapon on the stone. Such power broke the block and its split half was scattered all over the area. It was power. The old power that he had before this battle throughout all eighty years of service to Khorne. Khornit hoped that thanks to the new gift he would be able, if not to create a crater, then at least to level the stone with the ground. But to his disappointment, he did not change in any way.
«That's... unfair…».
Eli was rage. No, it's not true, because rage is an uncontrollable, indomitable feeling, the one that Khorne instills in his followers. No, Eli was angry. Anger could be directed at his opponent. And he became an opponent of the god of war himself. No, he was certainly not angry at him because of an awkward, ridiculous fall from the top of a mountain of corpses. He was angry because of the broken oath.
«THAT'S UNFAIR!» — The disgruntled astartes shouted loudly, — «You're a liar! I've been fighting for your glory for eight decades, giving you my best trophies without any encouragement! I wasn't hoping for the title of demon prince, I just wanted you to give me the opportunity to get better! It was the only thing that was required of you. But you didn't fulfill your vow. I swore to live an eternal war, and you swore to give me strength, but then you just ignored me!» — the man clad in red armor, having already begun to growl, raised his weapon and pointed it towards the closing warp storm, - «But know this — I did not throw off the yoke of the Corpse-On-The-Throne slave in order to put on the chains of another coward who sits on the sidelines while others fight for his amusement! I've had enough! From now on, you are no longer god to me! Now I will become the god of war myself!».
Such an audacious plan had been maturing in Eli's mortal soul for a long time, he just hid it under tons of combat madness, killing weaklings and the hope of obtaining true strength. That was why, in the middle of the battle, he attacked the chaos sorcerer who was responsible for the gap in space. By doing this, he wanted to show that he understood the essence of Khorne's teachings. The strongest survives, and he has the right to take everything that used to belong to the unworthy. Now Eli realized that the false god of war was not the strongest. He's just an unworthy coward hiding behind the backs of even smaller cowards. The Chaos Astartes, realizing this, decided to stop hypocrisy and do as he should. Climbing onto the largest fragment of the rock, he raised his fist into the sky and shouted:
BLOOD TO THE BLOODY ME!
SKULLS FOR MY THRONE!
LET THE IMMATERIUM BURN!
Meanwhile, in the Warp, Khorne reveled in the small by the standards of the Galaxy, but still the slaughter of millions of intelligent and not so much. Nothing could spoil such a delicious delicacy. But suddenly, suddenly, a squeaky thought came to him «bloodtothebloodymeskullsformythronelettheimmateriumburn». The thought came from such an insignificant mortal that the god of war simply did not pay attention to that. And the thought itself was so pathetic and quiet that the Lord of Battles would have simply ignored it... if this muck hadn't ruined his perfect dish.
Khorne was not distinguished by a calm disposition and therefore screamed in rage, which caused the demons at his feet to stop fighting for a couple of moments, wondering what their master was so especially dissatisfied with. «Did he really get a romantic letter from Slaanesh again?». The God of War has found the exact source of the irritations.
The crack in reality was already closing, but he managed to finally pick up the overly daring warrior and brought him to his face. In response, the man did not even bend under the greatness of the very embodiment of endless slaughter, and only managed to utter in his thoughts: «It's a pity that I'm wearing this helmet, otherwise I could spit in your red muzzle». But he could only scream out loud when the dark god pressed on him as if a mortal was caught between two colliding planets. But Khorne wasn't going to give him a slow death and an eternal battle. He came up with an unexpectedly sophisticated punishment, so that not a single bone of a mortal, not a single reminder of him would offend the greatness of his throne.
Khorne brought him to a strange hole in the Warp. None of the inhabitants of the Immaterium knew where exactly this passage led. But for some reason, everyone just shunned her. Even Tzeentch wasn't interested in him. Everyone assumed that nothing good would be waiting there. Well, this supposed «nothing good» will be a good punishment for an arrogant little man. And even if he doesn't suffer there, it doesn't matter. The main thing is away from here. Relaxing his arm and releasing the unconscious henchmen into flight, Khorne left for his next «important divine affairs».
...Analysis of the political situation:
The state "Kingdom of Leskatia" - disconnected from the association... "Order of the Chief God"... due to the scenario HJ-94860-i. The state "Kingdom of Leskatia"... reformed into the state "Demonic Realm of Leskatiaя... The leader of the state "Demonic Kingdom of Leskatiaи... became the entity PG-78028-d "Lilim Druella". The "State of the Demonic Kingdom of Leskatia" is a vassal of the state of the "Demonic Kingdom of Makai". The analysis is completed. There are no discrepancies with theoretical forecasts.
Analysis mag. energy:
... The analysis is completed. The energy background of the "demonic" type has been increased by 14.569%. The level of the energy background of the "saint" type has been lowered by 17.589%…
Attention! A discrepancy in the energy background has been detected!
Finding the cause of the discrepancy… The search is completed.
An unknown type of energy has been detected. Issue the numbering... DS-80348-m.
Source Analysis… Unknown entity. Analysis of the origin of the entity… The source of origin is the universe WH-00040-k.
Attention! The threat of the introduction of degenerative elements of being caused by interworld contact. Threat level - 3, with a probability of 99.9... 99.8%!
Finding solutions… Constructing an algorithm for tasks...
To remove an unknown type of magical energy from an entity, for further analysis of properties... To provide the entity with a controlled magical matrix…
Perform the operation… The operation is completed.
Analysis of the probability of the introduction of degenerative elements of being ... probability ... 0%.
Satisfactory.
Start adapting an unknown entity… Transfer the entity to the site... FR-03809-j. Send the entity "standard contactee in case of penetration of alien entities"... to check the reactions of the alien entity.
Perform the operation… The operation is completed.
Postpone the analysis of secondary data.
Continue observing the unknown entity…
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