With his departure from his parents' home, and his control over his parents. There was no need to be discreet about his powers, and abilities.
When his parents brought him to a nearby ally, he ordered them to put him down. Not wanting to be carried any longer.
He is a god for chaos's sake.
When put down, he, with little effort, transformed into an adolescent human male, nude for all to see.
He did not mind of course; mortal dressing standards do not matter to him.
While he may be able to hide in public in this haggard disguise, any magic powered individual, or anyone attuned to the supernatural really, could easily tell of his abnormal origins.
Standing up from his sitting position, he looked towards his former mortal parents, now Low level Nurglings, and sighed.
As much as he would love to keep them in their beautiful, decayed forms, with their rotting flesh and all.
They would be a sticking point in public. Catching unwanted attention, that was not needed at this stage of his plans.
With a snap of his fingers, an illusion draped around them. Thier once decayed forms, now replaced with their previous mortal looks.
While not permeant, any physical force could easily dispel the illusion, it would have to do. His plans could not wait.
With a huff and sigh he called them to follow him.
And with the spread of his mental conscience, his minds eye spreading across a 200-meter radius, severely reduced from his godly powers from within the warp, he found a more permanent place to stay.
A little shack, abandoned for some time not that far from where he was.
He thought about going back to his parents' place, but that was not something that he wanted to do. It would just be complicated. He would need to subvert Helen to his influence, which would be difficult, because with just his parents under his influence, the mental toll is already causing his head to ach.
Clearly, his obviously newborn infused soul was not ready for the kind of magic that he performed.
He overestimated his new soul's ability to handle magic, something that will not happen again.
Getting there was going to be a problem, while he would not mind walking 3 miles naked Infront of judgmental mortals, he did not feel like doing so.
With a thought clothes formed on all three of them, shoddy clothes, clearly, judging by the nearby mortals looks of pity and disgust.
Within moments they arrive at the little shack. Its old and molded wooden smell wafting from its metaphysical pores, its stench, somehow smoothing.
Something caught the corner of his eye, looking to see what it was, he was disappointed to find out it was his mother grabbing a jacket that was just lying about on the ground.
But with a close look, he detected some sort of magical power emanating off the jacket, but before he could find out more, it was gone, absorbed by his mothers new magical form.
Too bad for the magic user, he thinks with a pleasant sigh
Looking back at the building, he knew that this place, this place is the place where all his plans would come to fruition.
...
Nick fury, the director of shield and the possible creator of the avenger's initiative, is just waiting on approval and the search for special individuals to introduce them to the program.
Looking at the screen Infront of him, he sighed. Tony stark, resident New York playboy, newly introduce owner of stark industries and recently found out to be ironman.
His invitation to the program is all but assured.
His reluctance to join, however, was getting on his nerves, his courting tactics have never failed him, but it seems there is a first for everything.
...
(Few days later)
The building is coming along. New and improved furniture was installed, nothing expensive of course, just the essentials.
A room for his former parents is set up just down the hall from the front door, and obviously a room for himself, just beside it.
A pan that was found outside, rusted, and barely holding on, was cradled on his bedside. It called to him, reminding him of fond memories back in the warp, with his cauldron, stirring revolting and unspeakable pathogens.
He thought he could possibly start making some poxes soon.
But that can wait, calling his parents to him. He sat on the newly bought couch and waited.
Within seconds they arrived, their illusions still active, walking towards where he was seated and promptly sat themselves on the floor, beneath him.
"You called us my lord?" his former father said, his hands casually brushing something off his leg.
"Yes, indeed I did. Tell me a bit about where we currently are, I would love to know. Also, is their anyone that could possibly be a problem for my future goals?" He spoke with a casual interest, his arms crossed.
"of course, sir. We are currently in New York, and we have been for the past 3 years, me and my wife of course." his father replied.
Hmm, New York. From what little he knows of this world; it is a city popular for its entertainment industry.
Interesting. It is possible to use this for setting up some chaos cults.
Something that needs a work on. Although he is strong, and very much capable of achieving his goals himself. It would not be bad if he had some 'outside help.
His father continued "people that could be of trouble to your plans? Well, there is obviously the government, and possibly stark industries. Thier knew owner, tony stark I believe, is publicly known as iron man, so...he is technically superhero to the public." his father's face frowned then, lips pinched into a small smile of disgust. tapping on his leg, his mother looked at his father curiously.
Choosing to ignore their little emotional show, he decided, in that moment, that his parents were fools. Of course, the government would be after them, he would be doing things that would be considered criminal activity to any sane governmental body.
Yeah, ok, they are not completely fools. They did tell him something useful at least, but still.
Tony stark, a superhero hmm.
Interesting.
I would love to meet him, corrupt him in ways that would bring me, and all of my little nurglings joy.
His lips, once a frown, now turned upwards into a small little smile.
A plan began to form in his mind, prompting him to speak
"Lyla, go look through the city would you, see if there are any societal undesirables that you could possibly mold into a sort of mini cult. I will write you the things you will need. oh, and call if there is not enough funds for said materials." he ordered, quickly shooing her away.
Lyla, following his command, quickly grabbed a coat she had found a few days ago and went outside to scout the area.
Sighing, he looked towards the only other resident in the room, his father. Surprisingly, he still had that frown.
Curious he asked "Why the frown father"
Looking up from the floor, his father looked towards him and spoke with a hint of resentment, not towards him, but clearly at ironman.
"His weapons killed my mother, your grandmother" he replied.
Oh...