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Within an nightmarish realm, a realm full of pains and sufferings, agony and lust, bloods and diseases, scream of both pleasures and agony go along with each other, creating a horrible and demonic melody for the demons and the unfortunate souls with in it.
"So, the time has come." A thunderous voice rang in the realm, and strangely, in multiple tone at one. All of a sudden, from deep within the realm, a being awakened from it's deep sheer presence of the being alone silencing all of the previous screaming and noises, as if they weren't even there to begin with.
The being's skin to crawls with constantly changing faces, all of them appearing to be leering and mocking onlookers around. The being resemble a humanoid being to mortal eyes, their mouth open wide with sharp teeth, and their snake like tendril floating behind their back, grimacing at what they were seeing.
This, was Tzeentch, the Lord of Changes, the Changer of Ways.
"Are you sure Changer of Ways?" Another voice boomed through the air, full of concern and fear can still be make clearly despite the voice gravelly and gruff nature.
The owner of this voice, was a titanic flesh-hulk riddled with decay and pestilence. The being gigantic carcass is bloated with corruption and exudes an overpowering stench that gnaws the mind. It's skin is greenish, leathery and necrotic, its surface abundant with running sores, swelling boils and fruitful infestation.
This disgusting and horrifying being, was Nurgle, the Lord of Decay.
"IF YOU DARE TO BE WRONG ABOUT THIS, I AM GOING TO RIP OFF EVERY ONE OF THOSE STUPID HEADS OF YOU!" Instead of the calm, or gravelly voice like the previous being, this voice was thunderous, furious and full of hatred and anger.
The owner of the voice is a broad and muscular humanoid who stands hundreds of feet tall. He has the face of a savage, snarling dog, though his twisted features are all but hidden by a baroque helm decorated with the skulls of conqueror kings from the eternal wars of mankind.
Strongest and most well known of all, Khorn, the Lord of Blood.
"Like we haven't know that already, dear brother of mine." Another being approached, their voice was speak in a lusty yet full of sarcasm despite their fear and knowledge of their rival.
This newcomer however, appear to be a combination of a gigantic woman on the right side and a man on the left with two sets of devilish horns growing from its head. Their very being was full of beauty and perfection, which no mortal could look at without being lost in it.
Lusty and seductively, none other than Slaanesh, the Dark Prince of Chaos.
"I AM NO BROTHER OF YOU, YOU DISGUSTING CREATURE! I WOULD RATHER BE A HUMAN THAN BEING YOUR SO CALL "BROTHER"!"
"Please, "brothers"! Do not be mean with each other. We should all hug and talk to each other, not behaving like a mindless barbarian!" The decayed one spoke, barely able to concealed their laughter.
"NO ONE ASKED YOU, YOU ROTTEN WRECK!"
"I am rotten, and so is my "brain", but at least I am still smarter than you, "brother"."
"WHY YOU LITTLE-"
"Enough already! We don't have time for your petty argument!" A booming, yet calming voice cut through the argument of the two demonic deities, causing both of them to turn around and look at the speaker.
Standing before them, was a golden man with light so great that it would burn any mortal eyes and any demons existence. The man appearance was hard to tell however, for he was covered in the light, denying anything to take a good look on him.
The most well known and most praised among mankind, He who protects, The God Emperor of Mankind.
"SHUT UP ANATHEMA! IF IT WASN'T FOR YOUR POWER OVER THOSE STUPID MONKEYS OF YOU, I WOULD HAVE STRANGLE YOU BY NOW!"
"There are always an "if" you filthy chaos creature."
"ME? FILTHY? HA!" The being said in mocking tone, before return to "glaring" at the golden man. "YOU ARE THE ONLY "FILTHY" THING HERE YOU STUPID SH-!"
Before the being could finished it's words however, the entire realm around them began to shake and distorting, reality beginning to flickering, as if it would be destroy in an instant.
But as suddenly as the way it happened, the realm begin to return to it previous state, leaving the demons inhabiting the realm scared and confused, and the deities within it grimace in a mixture of worry and fear.
"It is really happening, isn't it?" The decaying being spoke, voice full of fear and concern.
The one known as the changer of ways simply nodded, while looking at the unseen future, which is too distorting even for his great mind to comprehend.
"Can you tell us how much longer do we have?" The golden man asked, even though he know full well the answer.
"Can't say for sure. But, at my best estimation, we have 4 more months according to Humans calender."
"4 MONTHS? HOW DO YOU EXPECT TO CONVINCE "HIM" WITHIN THOSE MEASLY 4 MONTHS?"
"You are expecting us to hold them out, aren't you?" The Dark Prince said grimly.
"I don't know what you are planning, Tzeentch, I never do. But the best we could buy for you, even combining forces, is two months at best." The Lord of Decay stated, much to everyone displeasure.
"My plan will work. And two months, is all that I need." The one known as Tzeentch answered.
All of the deities fell silent, for they know what they must do now. Still, they try to hold some last dignity to themselves, and play the waiting game, waiting for their rivals to speak up first.
At last, and not so surprisingly, it was the most "peaceful" one of the deities that spoke up first.
"Even though that I hate all and every single one of you, I can not leave all of my children to perish. I will do what I must, even if it mean shaking hands with all of you." Nurgle, the Lord of Decay spoke over a heavy sigh.
"As much as I hate you and would LOVE to savor your last moment of agony, I can't just stand by and watch everything being destroy either. Because so, how will I be able to enjoy all of these beautiful pleasures of those pitiful mortals then?" The Dark Prince closed their eyes, afraid of saying what needed to be say. "I will help you, and so will my slaves."
"I AM IN. AND THAT'S IT!" The Lord of Blood said simply, knowing full well that it would be a waste of times to say anything else.
"If it was me 4 millennium ago, I would have spit at your faces instead." The God of Mankind was the last to spoke, for he is ashamed of what he about to do, but still, he press on. "But what need to be done, must be done. As long as it mean protecting my people from them, then this is what I must."
"Let's begin, shall we?" Tzeentch, the Changer of Ways said simply.
And with those words, all of the deities disappeared from the Warp, all hurry to begin their plan, for the final phase of the Great Game.
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