Author: drakensis
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It's well known that the warp is shaped by living emotion.
It's less known that belief plays a role as well.
The nascent daemon was trying to find out where Serenity had come from. This wasn't unique. Untold billions of minor daemons were doing the same, in the sure knowledge that whoever provided the Four with the knowledge would be rewarded beyond measure. Or eaten. The two were not mutually contradictory.
There were two things that made this one different, however.
The first was that this daemon was among those being shaped primarily by human beliefs, part of the long, slow and inevitable process of forming a Warp God in the image of the Imperium of Man (a process being slowed to a glacial crawl by that irritating mortal hogging all the fun). This particular khorneling was being drawn to images of violence within human children.
The second was that the daemon was very close to successfully managing the whole multiversal transposition business. Not through any particular genius, just by, in metaphorical terms, tripping over a crack.
And without figuring out how to report this partial success - multiversal transit accomplished, incorrect multiversal destination. Khornelings weren't known for thinking these things through.
As it transitied, the daemon shifted a little further towards its end form.
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"How cute!" Arf declared, seeing the stuffed toy.
Fate was buying a gift for her mother when they returned to hand over the Jewel Seeds that the two of them had gathered. Generously, she'd also given Arf a little spending money for herself.
The teenaged market stall clerk stared in appreciation as the busty redhead bent over to pick the doll up. It was white with blue shoulders and he guessed it was supposed to be some sort of soldier since it had two swords. Then Arf pressed it against her bosom and thought was something that escaped the boy, not to return until much, much later.
"It's so cuddly!" the familiar announced and held it up towards the clerk. "How much."
"T-take it!" he half-shouted. "It's a gift!"
"Really?" Arf bounced in excitement. The boy's eyes tracked her movements. "Thank you!" And then she rushed off, the clerk not even bothering to wonder at the tail escaping from her tight shorts in excitement.
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Fate cried out as her mother brought the whip down against her. Through the shock she heard a strange tooting sound. Had she been more familiar with earth culture she might have recognised the bugle signal for a charge, as produced from a kazoo.
And then Precia Testarossa was attacked by an eight inch tall toy Angron.
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