There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting gods.
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In the swirling Chaos of the Immaterium, multiple worlds hang in the aether.
Each one was wrested from it's home in the Materium at the time of the Great Sundering; the birth of a new Ruinous Power from the collective hedonism of the ancient race known as the Eldar. Such a great psychic disturbance was beyond the power of reality to take and a wound was torn in the fabric of existence. Whole worlds were consumed in moments, dragged into the Warp and besieged by Daemon's, populations wiped from existence and their souls captured or consumed by the Dark Gods.
As the Warp recovered from the birth of a new God, the newly claimed Daemon Worlds were divided between the Gods by war or in rare cases, trade. The worlds were in turn granted to their Daemon's and no more thought was given to them.
Until one world in particular began to display a strange phenomenon.
It was a dead world. Nothing but barren rock, judged uninteresting upon the opening of the Eye of Terror and ignored in favour of greater spoils for millennia. When strange eddies of energy began to emanate it drew some attention...and then the congregation of demons, eventually, drew the attention of the Gods themselves.
It was rare that the Dark Gods worked as one. Each probed the world, finding a strange connection, a tunnel in the Warp, akin to the Webways of the Eldar. Daemon's could not work their ways through the passage and attempts to do so tore them asunder, leaving the broken spirit to slowly mend.
Such a source of power was too intriguing to pass up.
The Warp was their domain and so it was but a trivial matter to extend a small shard of their essence through this gate, pushing through with ease and flowing down the corridor that burrowed through time and space…
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Taylor Hebert banged against the door of her locker, panic seizing her heart, fear quickening her thoughts. She had been in there but an hour but already she felt as though it would be better to die than to be trapped here.
And so Taylor prayed. She prayed for a deliverance from this wretched place. She prayed to not die.
And the Gods, their journey completed, answered.