Akrizuul stepped out of the Infinity Circuit, clouds of golden powder billowing from the crack in the Infinity Circuit, the Greater Daemon stepping out, holding its four arms aloft, giving a mocking smile to the shocked and horrified faces of the Eldar and Marines in question. It had taken a lot of blood and sacrificed pawns and pieces, but Akrizuul had done it. The foolish Eldar had placed all their hopes in feeding their dead to a dying bug in some perverse Necromancy that even foul Nurgle would find perverse, and all for nothing.

All across the Craftworld, Daemons of Slaanesh surged across the Craftworld, Mordian, Asuryani Warriors and Astartes, Beasts of Slaanesh, Exalted and normal Daemonettes, Chaos Spawn, and Cultists, overwhelming all sides. Tanks and Devastator Squads fired what they could, Howling Banshees and Assault Marines swung their swords, Hammers and pole arms into their foes, every foe killed replaced by ten more, none able to make a dent in the sheer numbers.

"Captain!" Trajas called to the Hound Keeper leader, as Possessed Marines jumped on him, two on his back, one slashing and swinging into his chest. "How do we defeat these things?!"

Nureddin could not answer, firing his Plasma pistol at random into whatever Chaos filth that he could hit. Daemons clawed and struck from every direction, the Captain yelling at the top of his lungs, swinging futilely at them.

In another portion, the three Custodes fought with every ounce of their skill and power, dodging and whirling past Chaos Marine attacks, splattering Cultists in their path like fruit. As they stopped for a moment to prepare for the next attack, Possessed Marines and Warp Talons charged forward from all sides, like wolves, they had prepared the distraction for their prey, and now came upon them while the Custodes were readying to check their weapons and ammo. Claws and talons swung and cleaved, now finding their mark, the wave and wave of attacks finally wearing at the three Guards of the Emperor.

"If I'm gonna die, it's gonna be to something more worthy then mere Possessed and mutated wretches!" Chongdao roared above the screeches and animal-like calls of the Chaos forces, swinging his ax, and cleaving through three of them, only for five more to pile on him, claws and teeth slashing and biting into him.

Others followed suite, dropping down onto Vercingetorix and Baduhenna, the three struggling to hold back the onslaught, the Chaos forces throwing every remaining Cultist, Possessed, Raptor and Warp Talon they could at the Custodes. If they could not beat them man-to-man, they would simply drown them out.

From the Command post overseeing the whole battle, Cultists and Chaos Marines smashed their way through, swords, Bolters and other weapons ready, as they poured in. Primaris and Dire Avengers fired, as the Commissar nearest General Von Rauch pulled out his sword and fired a laspistol round at the closest Cultist, vaporizing his skull.

"General! They've breached our HQ!" The Commissar shouted, as more and more forces began to pour in, Eldar and Marine alike pulled down, unable to stem the tide.

"Men! Keep fighting! Even if you have to run them through with combat knives, use them! Even if you have to use your bare hands, then go for their eyes!" Anton shouted into the Vox array that had been set up. "No matter where you fall, even on this alien craftworld, you fall taking ten with you, for the Emperor himself!"

He pulled out his sword, swallowing down the fear he felt, as a possessed Marine glared at him. He charged at the reptilian-faced monster, its claws lunging for his heart and throat.

Akrizuul rushed back into the fight, Kaalor and Al-Hashimi firing at him. The Daemon ignored them, lunging for Serizawa and grabbing the Inquisitor by the throat. He could've finished this in an instant, popped his head off like a toy and tossed his soul to the Warp, but Akrizuul wanted to enjoy things, take his time and enjoy the little emotions of terror and fear before he finished with him.

"Everything dies, don't you get it? We will finish with this Craftworld, and every single human dies too," Akrizuul taunted squeezing Shigeru's neck tightly. "You've lead an entire regiment and chapter to their demise. Enjoy the despair gripping your heart, before I tear it out and eat it!"

"Hope is not dead." The twins declared defiantly behind him.

Akrizuul furrowed his brow, Serizawa struggling against the supernatural strength holding him, and turned to the two, that stood before without a hint of fear. At first confused, Akrizuul's eyes widened, nostrils flaring in rage, as he glared down at them. "Your little project is over, the bug is dead!"

"Hope remains. So long as hope lives, Mothra lives." They declared.

"I will show you where all your hope is!" Akrizuul yelled in anger, rage building from the defiance against his master's will. "Your entire Craftworld, your history and everything, is merely table-scraps for Slaanesh!"

"You do not sound like you believe that." They both stated firmly, holding their spear and swords aloft, ready to attack him. "And now, we will show you the power we have spent millennia cultivating!"

The gold dust flowing across the grounds of the Craftworld had disappeared. Akrizuul looked around in confusion, before his eyes turned towards the Infinity Circuit. The souls within were not fading. His jaw dropped slightly, the Daemon in utter disbelieve at what he was seeing.

They were growing stronger.

Serizawa, Al-Hashimi, Kolemai, Elrahin and the remaining leaders of the Craftworld all turned their eyes to the sight before them, amazed and taken aback what they were witnessing. Something had come out from the Infinity Circuit. Something had crawled its way out, glistening slightly, a gold glow surrounding it. Its azure eyes glowed with new found life, as it turned its gaze upon Akrizuul. The moved on six, long, bladed limbs, the exoskeleton brown, while the fur around its body was white, spots of orange and black along the middle of its head.

From its back, great wings unfurled, extending out, and giving a snap, as if to bring new life into the limbs, long unused. The secondary wings were black with orange lines and markings, while the primary wings bore lines of yellow, with great orange eyes dominating the wings. With a long, shrill cry, bands of golden light exploded out from its wings in all directions, spreading across the Craftworld like rays of sunlight.

Mothra, for the first time in 40 Millennia, was reborn.

The rays of light spread out. In every portion where Guardsmen and Guardian alike were about to be overwhelmed, the rays burned right through the Daemons of the Warp, scorching them and frying them in an instant, the beasts releasing screams of agony, before being sent back to their foul home. Chaos Marines and Cultists burned from the harsh blasts, writhing on the floor and clawing at any exposed flesh like they were on fire, and yet, the Eldar and Human forces watching could only watch in amazement as their own wounds healed.

Guardsmen that had been gutted through and through found their bodies restore, the only sign of their wounds the torn open Flak armor. Dark Reapers and Howling Banshees, once on the cusp of going to the Soul Stone, jolted up and awake and alert, looking down in shock and surprise. They all breathed heavily in shock, Seers that had been using their gifts to try and stem the loss of blood, and Imperial Guard Chirurgeon who were trying to keep their tattered and broken brothers alive, suddenly saw their compatriots sit up and gasp for breath that should've been their last, now healed and restored.

Nureddin stood with Trajas and a few other Primaris and Eldar Guardians, once about to be murdered and overwhelmed, now their bodies restored to full strength, their foes either sent back to the Warp, or somehow burned in agony.

"A miracle, perhaps?" One of the Guardians asked, sounding on the verge of giving praise to what had occurred.

"And a second chance at victory." Nureddin declared, leveling his Plasma Pistol and firing into the nearest Noise Marine, his exposed head exploding in fried gore.

The General and forces guarding him breathed heavily, their foes lay scattered on the ground, torn apart by both the winds of healing from Mothra, and their renewed efforts. He shook slightly, giving a relieved, but giddy laugh, yanking his Power Sword free of a Champion's stomach, many deep cuts into the armor, the Traitor's face tattered and fried from numerous Las pistol rounds.

Yakub held a Chaos Spawn in his armored fist, as the winds came through, and upon contact with the creature, burned it down to the last atom, the old Astartes looking to the nearby Wraithguard and Wraithblades, and their attending Seer.

"Some form of Eldar Witchcraft?" The Dreadnought asked, annoyed and befuddled.

The Seer looked at the cuts and scraps all over his robes and body, vanishing and restored to full. "None that I know of, human."

Yakub sighed, sounding like a deep, robotic rumble from the Dreadnought, before several Hellbrutes of Slaanesh charged, the insane and broken beasts that had once been traitor astartes yelling their battle cries. Yakub refocused, preparing his Power Claws, as the Wraithguards fired their D-Canons at the approaching machines, peppering them with shots to prepare Yakub for the fight to come.

Elsewhere, the three Custodes stood, looking at the burning forms of the Possessed and Warp Talons, white fire burning across their frames, the creatures struggling and screaming in wretched agony. Chongdao smiled to himself with some measure of pride, enjoying the pain that came from their volley, but left wondering where it had come from. A possessed Marine, his face transformed into a long, reptilian snout, lacking any eyes, grabbed onto Chongdao's ankle, shrieking in a mix of confusion, pain and rage.

The Custodes merely snarled in return, yanking his boot away, before stomping down on the Possessed Marine's head and splattering skull and brain matter over his armored foot and the ground beneath, cracking it from the force of the impact.

Akrizuul stood, even with the injuries from before burning even worse, his body falling apart as he glared at the insect, that snapped its wings and flew upwards, a breeze blowing through and sending dust and debris outwards in its wake. He growled, an inhuman and enraged sound, taking a struggling step forward, as specks of flesh fell from him, disappearing into the Warp. This could not be the end! He refused to allow this to happen.

"The humans destroyed the very world you defended for eons, from the King in Yellow and more!" Akrizuul screamed in defiance, part of his jaw falling off, leaving a burning hunk where it once was. "These aliens that resurrected you gave birth to my master and those like me in an orgy of violence and depravity! You would defend them all, even with all of this?!"

The Mothra watched him in silence for a moment, before it released a call outwards, that echoed for miles across the Craftworld. Mothra's answer was simple.

Yes. She would defend them all, no matter what.

Akrizuul roared his defiance, realizing just what that call meant, before charging in full, raising his sword and twin pincers back, even as his body continued to fall apart and flake away from the God Rays unleashed upon him. Mothra pulled back slightly, a glow coming from the creature's antennae, purple and gold, fizzling and sparking, focusing and gathering strength. As the Greater Daemon was half way to it, the Moth Goddess fired, twin blasts of dazzling rainbow energy spreading out from her Antennae, and hitting the Daemon dead on. Those watching brought up their hands and ducked slightly, covering their eyes from the blinding light, as Akrizuul released one final scream of defiance, and was silenced.

The Keeper of Secrets vanished into particles of gold sent across the breeze.

Serizawa turned to the gigantic moth, who remained airborne for a moment, before turning to him, her blue eyes analyzing him, staring at him. The creature's presence in the Warp was almost overwhelming, Shigeru almost wanted to retreat from the sight of the beast, but something in the creature calmed him. He could feel waves of stillness coming off of it. He could see the others all around her felt the same, the strange calm settling over them.

He was silent for a moment, before someone reported over the Vox channels. "Sir, we still have hostile contacts."

Indeed, if the God Rays unleashed by Mothra had destroyed hundreds of thousands of Chaos followers, many more remained. Most of the Daemons, Possessed and Spawn had been boiled away, like meat over a fire, sent back to the Warp to endure their master's tender mercies, but that left many, many Chaos marines, Cultists and their vehicles who had been out of reach of the Rays of Light, now fast approaching and ready to join the fight. If there was any doubt of fear over the loss of their brothers in arms, they did not voice it. Given the nature of Chaos, the ones that fell, regardless of the cause, were probably too weak or stupid to survive. It was a mistake the remaining Chaos Forces would not make.

True, their Daemonic forces had been cast back into the Warp, and it seemed Akrizuul was dead, but they still had enough Champions and Sorcerers of Slaanesh to lead and direct their army in the purpose of killing this Craftworld, and the deluded followers of the False Emperor who had been lead here to die with it.

"Autarch, I'd hate to be a downer, but the Scout Marines are reporting there is still a massive number of Chaotic forces within the Craftworld," General Anton reported to his counterpart. "And I don't think we have the numbers to face this threat."

"We did not endure the tribulations of Chaos and their Daemonic masters, to give up now!" Nureddin declared, finger jammed into his microbead. "Whether its for a Xeno or not, I'm not retreating from a battle with traitors who spat on the Emperor's gifts."

"The Emperor's gifts are many, but these armies are very small." Yakub remarked over the channels. "Unless that thing can destroy an army...?"

"Its power matches Godzilla," Serizawa stated firmly. "Unless they have Titans, we should be fine."

Kolemai was meditating, Al-Hashimi, Elrahin and the others looking to him, as he floated above the ground, runes burning and flashing with energy and power. He floated for a moment longer, before snapping upwards and jumping down to his feet.

"We are close. We must hold the line." Kolemai declared, gathering the runes and returning them to his belt and pouch. "We will not give up, when we are within the jaws of victory."

Serizawa was not so sure of that. There were many enemies before them. The stories and records of Mothra painted her as powerful, but even with the display, there was no way to tell just how well they would do against an oncoming Chaos Horde.

Von Rauch spoke next. "We don't have time to worry or whinge over what may happen. We're going to win this."

Mothra released another call, as if to reply to the General's declaration. The creature's wings flapped sharply, before it flew off towards the rest of the Craftworld. Her wings glowed brightly as she did, leaving feint trails of energy and light in her wake. The forces of Leamhan, Mordia and the Hound Keepers turned their eyes upwards, looking on in amazement as the Great Luminous Butterfly swooped across the skies of the Craftworld. Leamhan fighters flew in formation beside her, gunning down any Hell Talons and Hell Blades that tried to get close to her. Her Antennae glowed again, as she flew closer to the ranks of Chaos. They turned their eyes upwards, blinking hard and looking amazed and confused at the sight of the creature, before its beams fired out again, while electricity and energy sparked and burned off her wings, flashing and coating it for a moment, before giving off a final, brighter flash, and seemingly vanishing.

A second later, arcs of bright, azure pillars of light erupting from the skies above them, and crashing down upon the ranks of gathered Chaos Marines and Cultists, vaporizing them in an explosion of blue lightning and fire in an instant. Not even the sensation of burning pain and agony was felt by the Hedonists and Sybarites in the army, sending their corrupted souls to the Warp without even a final taste of sensation.

Predators and Chaos Sicarians primed their battle cannons, Auto guns and Las Cannons, firing a few rounds, striking Mothra across the wings and chest, the creature lurching back from the hits. As they prepared to fire another round, Mothra began flapping her wings in mid-air. Faster and faster she went, gaining more and more force as did, as gold dust began to fly out from her. The Chaos Forces looked around in confusion for a moment, growling in annoyance, even as a few of the weaker cultists were sent flying by the gusts of wind. The Chaos marines hunkered down, crouching, as they waited for the tanks to fire again.

The weapon systems on the various tanks lite up and fired all at once. The Battle Canons on the Predators exploded the instant the spark was lite and the shell began to fire out of the barrel, tearing apart the main turret of the Predators, Land Raiders and other vehicles. The Las Canons fired off, but their beams bounced around, hitting one area, then another, as if mirrors or some other force was at work, redirecting the Las Beams all around, then striking at the tanks in question, many utterly pulverized and vaporized by their very own weapons.

Fire consumed the central thrust of the Chaos force, the others seeing the carnage unleashed on their central line, and began to redirect their energies away from the Infinity Circuit, and at the gigantic Moth that had single-handedly vaporized an entire division of Chaos Marines and their vehicles. Her Prism beams swept through, blasting away any Chaos worshipers left in her wake.

As they prepared to encircle her, and bring every weapon online, countless Webway Gates burst to life, energy bursting in the center of the device, flashing numerous times. The Gates unleashed those within, Fire Prisms, Wave Serpents and Vypers flying out and opening fire with their weapon systems immediately into the flanks of the Chaos Forces. Following after, were rank upon rank of Guardians, Howling Banshees, Fire Dragons and others charged out, bringing their weapons to bear.

From every side, the rest of Leamhan's warhost had returned, immediately charging into battle, yelling and roaring their praises for Kaela Mensha Khaine. And they were not alone.

Other Eldar fought beside them, Grav Tanks, Wraithlords and Guards, and countless Guardians and Avengers, Striking Scorpions and Seers, all dressed in deep, blood crimson, with black accents along the face and helmets, and white runes sometimes painted onto the bodysuits.

And, to the shock and surprise of the Leamhan Eldar, Drukhari, bearing the same colors and runes, charged. Kabalite Warriors brought their Splinter Rifles to bear alongside Guardians and their Shuriken Canons and Catapults, while Wychs with armor on their arms and chest, jumped into battle with knife, Razorflail and Venom Blades. Incubus Warriors cleaved through Champions in their wake, Klaivexs shining as they carved through their foes like butchers hacking away at cow meat.

Leamhan's leaders watched in shock, Kolemai turning to the Autarch and Chieftain of the Craftworld. "Our forces have returned, but...this was not part of the vision."

Elrahin shook her head, shaking away the daze, before speaking loudly. "Whatever is going on, to battle, Asuryani! We have not yet driven the foe back to She who Thirsts!"

"Warriors of the Imperium, do not yet give up!" Nureddin shouted over the microbead. "Charge forward, and spare none in your fury!"

With a yell on their lips, Guardsmen, Leamhan and Space Marine alike charging and pushing forward towards the main body of the Chaos forces, to join the strange, new force of Eldar.

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In one fell swoop, the forces of Chaos had been completely wiped out from the continued assault by the renewed Eldar forces, the Imperium forces and the new arrivals in Crimson. The Leamhan Eldar looked at their new compatriots in a mix of confusion and apprehension, not even sure what to make of a united force that seemed to have both Asuryani and Drukhari. Chongdao, Nureddin, Serizawa and General Von Rauch had all agreed to meet at the gardens around the Infinity Circuit, Mothra and her twins waiting for them, with the representatives of the strange assortment of Eldar that had helped them.

One was a Farseer, just like Kolemai, bearing white runes over the robes going over her chest and legs, and the black helmet. The other was an Archon of the Drukhari, the sharp edged armor red, the body suit beneath black, and skulls and flayed heads dangling from his waist. His features were, in a word, stately. High check bones and a prominent brow put his steely eyes in a shadow, almost making them appear to glow, and his black hair was done in a top knot. On the front of her robes, and over a cloth in the center of his waist, both bore the same rune.

Serizawa had spent a long time in this corner of the galaxy, cut off from all but the most brief contact with Saperstein and the other Lord Inquisitors, what few the Ordo Monstrum had, in his chase for Godzilla, and now Mothra. Whatever was happening with these long-limbed, fey Xenos, was not any of his business.

"To see the Death Cultists of the Ynnari Eldar show up in our time of need," Chongdao remarked. "I'm of the belief they're doing something to make things turn in their favor."

Serizawa looked to the Custodes in surprise. "You know these red-garbed Xenos?"

Chongdao nodded to him assuredly. "Indeed. They are the ones who helped resurrect Roboute Guliliman from his stasis. They've been jumping all over the galaxy, enacting their little plan to kill one of the four Chaos Gods."

Nureddin shifted nervously, tapping the Plasma Pistol at his side. "Why would Xenos help us? There is something a foot, I can feel it."

"I don't know what goes on in their mind, but they claim its for both our benefit to work together," Chongdao replied with a slight shrug. "They haven't given me reason to doubt that yet."

Nureddin wanted to voice his complaints of trusting such creatures, but decided against it. If a Custodes could 'vouch' for these beings, then that was as close as one could get to the God-Emperor himself giving the approval. He didn't like it, but he'd at least tolerate it.

They reached the four Aeldari leaders in question, who were in deep conversation. The Drukhari Archon turned to them, brow rising slightly in mock-surprise, as he spoke. "Ah, how you Leamhan dwellers continue to be full of surprises. First worshiping a bug, then mutating yourselves, then making friends with the Mon'Keigh."

"Their Emperor came to us for the alliance, Drukhari." Kolemai retorted gruffly. "The question is, why are our Asuryani kin making common cause with you?"

The other Farseer moved to speak, but the Archon was faster. "You did not hear? Our newest god is born. Ynnead has come into being."

The leadership of Leamhan looked surprised, Kolemai taken aback for a moment. The Archon gave a slight smile, chuckling. "You didn't detect a thing with all your gifts?"

"The Moth was awakening from our efforts, I thought what myself and the Seers sensed was her." Kolemai remarked in surprise.

Nureddin looked annoyed for a moment, drawing in a breath sharply. "This is fascinating, but we are not here for the politics of Xenos. May we leave?"

Kolemai straightened, turning away from the Ynnari leaders and towards the humans. "We have brought you here to personally thank you for the saving of our Craftworld. Without your efforts, our efforts would've been doomed."

The Marine Captain grunted, shaking his head slightly. "Only because the Emperor ordered it so."

"Still, our new species have had...fraught relations, but this act may ensure a fighting chance against the Great Enemy." Kolemai replied, keeping his tone and posture even, despite his annoyance at their continued xenophobia. "May all your battles be so successful."

"I can't say where the endless war for the galaxy will take us," Von Rauch remarked, rubbing his neck slightly. "But you Xenos at least fought well."

Nureddin turned to the others, still agitated about being kept here longer then what was necessary. "If we are done here, I have to return to my Chapter and explain these new...arrivals, to them."

Serizawa spoke up next. "Indeed, I have many reports and files to give to my superiors, before we can bring the evidence to Lord Commander Guilliman."

Chongdao spoke in his usual controlled, raspy tone. "If you require a voice to vouch for your Order's work, I will gladly give my voice to your cause."

Serizawa surprised and amazed that one of the Emperor's very own would speak on his behalf. 'Finding these creatures will serve to elevate my Order further.'

Mothra released another series of trills and calls, the humans and Eldar turning in surprise, almost forgetting the massive moth had been there the whole time. The Twins turned to the Goddess of Infant Island, listening intently, before turning back to them.

"If this galaxy is to know peace, you must remember to only fight the forces of Chaos, the Orks, the Tyranids and those that cannot understand peace," They both spoke at once, their voices carrying power and authority. "As Yvraine and Roboute have shown, cooperation is how the long night of bloodshed will be ended."

"Yvraine?" Kolemai questioned, blinking hard within his helmet. It was an Eldar name, but not one he had heard.

"An alliance of convenience does not mean friendship, bug." The Archon remarked with a chuckle. "You've been napping for too long, the galaxy will not suddenly all come to love each other because a butterfly said so."

"The Dark Eldar speaks the truth, for once," Nureddin added, eyeing the creature with suspicion. "You defended Holy Terra for years, correct? You know aliens covet to steal what is rightfully mankind's."

"Mothra's duties now do not bind itself to one planet," The twins replied. "Leamhan and she shall defend the innocent, but that includes aliens."

"Innocent aliens? No such thing." Nureddin replied, turning away and leaving.

"If we are done, my compatriots must leave as well," Chongdao stated, before giving a small bow of the head towards the twins. "Stay alive, alien. The Emperor deemed Mothra important. Do not make his trust misplaced."

Nureddin, Von Rauch, Chongdao and Serizawa all turned and left, leaving the Eldar to discuss their matters alone. The Farseer leading the Ynnari waited until the humans had left the area, before turning to the leadership of Leamhan.

"I do not know what you dabbled in, frankly, I do not want to know," She said in a hushed, worried tone. "This is a blaspheme against Asuryan and all the Gods hold dear."

"Oh, calm down. Who cares what dead gods think?" The Archon remarked with a disdainful sigh, shaking his head. "So their skin is different, and they worship a giant bug. It destroyed, quite easily, the forces of She who Thirsts, and clearly has not even reached full power yet. It just makes things more...exciting...exotic, even."

"The last time a Craftworld played host to alien insects, Zaisuthra was nearly lost to the Tyranids." The Farseer retorted. She did not enjoy being lectured on what path they should take from one of the Drukhari, an unfocused, savage killer who spat on their ancestors and gods.

"We follow the Paths, same as you, Farseer." Elrahin stated firmly, glaring at the Farseer in anger. "Our blood is Aeldari, our systems and warriors are Aeldari. You would judge us over appearance and the being who saved us?"

"I judge over the potential contamination of our species!" She shot back, bringing a hand to her forehead. "How can we even know if what you have done is safe?"

"The fact Chaos came here seeking to destroy them, and the creature in turn annihilated them." The Archon remarked, crossing his arms across his chest. "Can we cease this angst and crying already? They are Eldar, same as us Drukhari, you Asuryani, Harlequins and the rest. Let's move on."

He looked upon the creature, seemingly uncertain for a moment, before his usual bravado returned. "Anyway, we were sent here by Yvraine, the prophetess of Ynnead, to save you. She made it abundantly clear your survival was of central importance."

"And how did you, someone who spits on our Gods, come to serve the God of the Dead?" Kolemai asked warily.

"I am Kharthis Gull, Archon of the Kabal of Slithering Night. I am here, to provide some entertainment for myself," The Archon stated. "For so long, my work lacked focus, became utterly aimless. You can only flay the flesh off a traitor, cause a disloyal subordinate's body to turn into a colony of living insects, before it becomes boring."

"And this leads to what exactly?" Elrahin asked, voice frigid and growing very annoyed.

"It means I kill Asdrubael Vect, and with the Help of the Death God, I will make him Slaanesh's last meal." Kharthis declared proudly, every Eldar bristling and stiffening at the mere mention of the name, but he did not seem to care in the slightest.

The other Farseer spoke up, glancing at her counterpart in obvious annoyance. "I am Farseer Lelaenwei of Mymeara. Most of our Dark Eldar kin are...more willing converts, trust me."

"Why though? Have they not closed off their minds to anything but pleasure at the cost of others' lives?" Kolemai asked, glancing at both in disbelief.

"After I just defended you, you speak so ill of family?" Kharthis remarked with faux-hurt in his tone, holding a hand up to his chest, as if pained. "You have no room to talk, Moth-worshipers."

"Yvraine is the High Priestess and voice of Ynnead as he forms, and the Aeldari work to break the hold She who Thirsts holds on us," Lelaenwei explained, trying to ignore Kharthis' remarks and quips directed at the other Craftworld. "Her promise, of breaking the hold on all of ours souls, has united numerous Craftworld, Kabals, Harlequins, Exodites and Corsairs in this purpose."

Mauvyron glanced at the two in disbelief, shifting his weight slightly. "Drukhari, joining this mission? It doesn't seem right. Can they truly change their twisted, evil ways?"

"Oh, the hypocrisy is so thick you can cut it with a knife," Kharthis remarked again, cutting off Lelaenwei before she could speak, pointing at the twin priests of Mothra, who glared daggers at him in turn. "I know their faces. It has been a very long while, but I remember the Twin Blade-Dancers of Death's Kiss. The blood of the arena, the paramours they held among Archons. Your group is not so pious, Leamhan."

The two kept a steely glare at him, their usual calm and stoic facade falling from his barbed words. "Our pasts are now forgotten. We serve a higher purpose. As should you."

He made a dismissive gesture, but he hoped it had served its purpose. The Craftworlders, Asuryani, so arrogantly looked down their nose at the Commorraghans and other Outcasts, that they forgot they were not above the weaknesses of the others.

"Yvraine sent us here personally to rescue your Craftworld, but..." Lelaenwei began to explain, before Kharthis groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose in agitation.

"Slaanesh take me now," He muttered, before holding his palm to his forehead in a melodramatic fashion. "Oh! The gift of foresight has come to me! My psychic powers return, I can see the future."

The others turned to him, as he continued. "You're going to say, 'Oh, but your worshiping of the giant monster is out of sorts, and corruptive', and question their right to be in the Ynnari, am I right?"

She sighed, deflating slightly from his barbs, and shook her head. "Our path is murky, dangerous. I just worry we're doing something we may regret. The Prophecies' paths are important to take calmly and deliberately."

"Mothra is devoted to the Path ahead, lead by Ynnead, and so are we." The Twins reaffirmed. The Goddess released a series of chirps and calls, as if to add her voice to the dialogue.

Lelaenwei glanced at the creature one more time, before looking back to the Chieftain and the Seer council. "Gather your people, so we may share the knowledge of the Whisper, and see who will join us."

"We will gather them." Kolemai replied, turning with the other Seers to carry out their mission.

Elrahin lingered for a moment, watching the Archon leave, as Lelaenwei turned to the Autarch, seeing her puzzled expression, her uncertain stance and the feelings of unease from her mind.

"Autarch Elrahin, are you well?"

The Autarch turned to her, slowly and deliberately, mind still clouded with doubt. "If we have been giving our souls to empower Mothra, like Ynnead, and she awakened at the same time as the Whispering God, just how related are they?"

Lelaenwei could not answer that. The order of events had been bugging her as well, but she had chosen to focus more on the big picture. The monolithic moth looked upon her with those same glowing blue eyes, making her wonder just what was going on with that creature. Whatever it was, she hoped that its goals and ideals were solely for the benefit of the Eldar, to break the cycles enforced upon them by Slaanesh.

Only time would tell.

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Serizawa's ship came out of Warp Space, and shot out into realspace, moving at top speeds even then. There was no time to waste. The data he and his retinue had collected required they make it back as soon as they could. Serizawa could hardly contain his excitement. The promise of promotions, glory and more for himself within the Imperial Hierarchy was almost too much to resist. He had evidence and recordings of not one, but two of the legendary monsters his Ordo had spent untold millennium trying to track down.

The station that loomed before them sat nestled within a large asteroid field of blackened and purple rocks, of varying sizes, the star in the distance glowing a slight blue and white, reminding Serizawa of the beam Godzilla had shot out against the Armies of Chaos. It was the only star, in fact, in this area of space, the last one with any celestial bodies orbiting it, before one reached an area called Pars Silentium, an area where the entire final tip of the Centaurus Arm had been completely wiped clean.

Many legends were spoken of how that part of the galaxy had been wiped clean, since it had been charted and inhabited during the Great Crusade, yet now was completely empty. Only the Ordo Monstrum knew what had transpired to make this area of space dead as it was.

The God-Emperor of Mankind had fought something that even he couldn't beat.

Such things were kept quiet, known only to the Ordo Monstrum and Xenos. And to this those that knew what had occurred here, the place was unnerving. To even those without pronounced Psychic abilities, the place gave off a feeling of wrongness, especially the closer one got to the edge of the Galactic Arm. Whatever battle had occurred here, whatever tattered remnants of the Warp still echoed with the final knell of a thousand stars here.

The Station, like many Imperial designs, had a central dome structure with numerous pillars and columns along its side, with four smaller, arching structures attached to it by long, rigid wall structures connecting it all. Essentially, it was a massive church-like structure, numerous white and yellow lights casting a low, lambent glow across the nearest asteroids. The bottom part was a series of blocky structures leading down into a number of small, thin spires.

Serizawa clicked a few codes in, fingers quickly moving across the board, and sending codes to the station.

The Death Korps Grenadier that was part of his retinue, leaned against a nearby wall, and gave a short grunt. "The sooner we get in, the better."

Kaalor turned, his remaining eye gleaming with amusement. "Is a member of the famous Death Korps, afraid, dear Vaskic?"

Vaskic shook his head. "We train to ignore fear, not become incapable of feeling it. Only a fool would deny this place is wrong, on every level."

"Keep it down. They're giving us the all-clear." Serizawa replied. It was a subject the Ordos did not like brought up.

"Right, whatever thing may have injured our Emperor, it's not here now, and our Emperor is ascendant," The Confessor remarked, gently patting the Lecito Divininatus at his side. "That's all that matters."

Divine or not, something had damaged the Emperor, and was still out there. Even the Confessor, Enrico, sounded like he was trying to reassure himself just as much as everyone else. Despite the private doubts, everyone quieted down and waited, until a voice came over the Vox Comms.

"We are picking up your signal, Inquisitor Serizawa," One of the operators announced over the Vox System. "Welcome back to Monarch Base."

The Inquisitor activated the flight controls and flew towards the massive station. The station, now that it was closer, was even more massive, practically the size of a moon. It loomed over them, now a darkened spot in the void, where the nearby sun, and the starlight in the other direction, could not reach, as if the whole station had absorbed any light into itself, like a hungry beast. The hangar doors opened, the ship flying slowly and carefully, so as to dock properly. They entered through the plasma field, arriving in the hangar, as machines lowers from the roof, and hocked into the ship, acting Servitors ensuring the equipment clicked into place just right.

The landing gear unfolded, and the great fighter sat down, Serizawa clicking off engines, void shields and everything else, and after checking to make sure everything was shut off, rose from his seat. He shut off the secondary systems, turned to his assorted comrades, and nodded quietly. They followed him as he turned and left for the rest of the hangar.

The hangar was rather sparse, at least compared to most Imperial hangars Serizawa had been to. A few old, lightly worn banners of the Imperial Aquilia hung on the walls, while pillars of brass and iron held up the ceiling. A few supply crates and tanks were cloistered here and there, but there was surprisingly little compared to others. The Ordo Monstrum was an Ordo Minoris in the grand scheme of things, one that even others of similar rank were obsolete, and supplies and replenishment was an uphill battle with the Adminstratum. With the great competition among Inquisitors to fulfill their orders and place in the God-Emperor's vision, the Ordo Monstrum more often then not found itself at dead last in receiving anything.

It showed in the Stormtroopers the Ordo could call upon. Most Ordo Minoris were lucky to have even a few platoons of Tempustus Scions to call upon, but the Ordo Monstrum had the privilege at least of being able to requisition a few more things over other minor orders, but that did not mean they would have the ability to always maintain them.

It showed when his retinue left the ship, and was met by a squad of Tempestus Scions, their armor dented and worn, their weapons in need of a tune-up. Many of their uniforms under the Carapace armor looked slightly patchwork.

"Inquisitor Serizawa? We were sent by Lord Inquisitor Von Saperstein and the others to ensure your arrival within the central sanctum." The Sergeant stated cordially to him.

He was taken aback by this, but figured it had something to do with the data he had gathered for the Order. "Fine then, lead the way, Sergeant."

The man nodded to him, turned and began to march without waiting for them, Serizawa following quickly with the rest of his retinue. A few other crew members watched him from the corners of their eyes, while working at Gun-Cutter and making sure it would be up to code with Imperial standards. They stepped up through the stairs, made their way onto two of the old, rusted lifts, and waiting, as the lifts groaned, then moved upwards, slowly and surely. Serizawa and his retinue remained still and silent, waiting patiently, before the lift stopped with a long groan and vibration, before the doors opened and the large group marched out.

They made their way through a narrow hall, the group narrowing in response,and moving in a more narrowed formation to get through. The rusted, beat up doors opened on their approach, letting them through. The area was now more spacious, and filled with row after row of books, recording devices, scrolls and other things that would be needed for keeping track of their targets. All of these were events and historical records dating as far back as the Ordo could get, anything, from a passing reference to something that might've been a kaiju, to a full on accounts from Imperial Guard, Marine Chapters and explorators that dated back all the way back to the Dark Age of Technology.

Any time a new sighting was recorded by one of the Inquisitors, Adepts and said Inquisitor would page through record after record, looking to get a read on where the creatures might've been going. Serizawa remembered not so fondly how many months and even years he spent, going over those dusty, old books to try and piece together some kind of pattern from other monster sightings. Such work wearied the eyes and brain. He was happy to be past most of that and in the field.

There were other things of course, in this archive. Deeper in, was said to be a Daemon of the Warp, The Red Nightmare, who had haunted the Earth and threatened Kaiju, and was considered a Proto-Chaos God, before being defeated, then trapped in a Tesseract Vault, and accessible only to the higher echelons of the Ordo. Another was a suit, designed to look like Godzilla, but haunted by foulest Warp sorcery, causing those who donned it to become assimilated into it, and for the suit's body to become their flesh.

Such fanciful rumors, Serizawa believed, were to scare and keep the younger apprentice Inquisitors and Adepts from exploring the depths of Monarch Base's labs, but even here, in this old sanctum, he could not deny he always felt like he was being watched. An Inquisitor, even of a minor Ordo, learned to always believe he or she was being watched even when there couldn't be a way, but this place was definitely...off. It wasn't the likes of an Inquisitorial base that was used by Malleus or Hereticus, that held knowledge not meant for human eyes, but there were definitely secrets here that were best regulated.

They made their way further in, boots stomping loudly through the empty labs and libraries of the Base. After numerous halls of largely the same thing, either another row of books and scrolls, or read-outs, possible diagrams and whatever information and data they had on the various Kaiju, He almost smirked to himself, wondering just how much his data would shake things up. Serizawa was going to be a name people respected for generations to come, alongside the other major leaders and movers and shakers of Imperial history.

They finally made it to the end of the hall, leading to another elevator, that lead only one way. Down. Down to the lowest sanctum most Adepts and Inquisitors could go, where the Ordo Monstrum's leadership was. Serizawa stepped up to the pad, the Stormtroopers turning away and averting their eyes, as he keyed in the code in High Gothic numeric code, and watched the lights around the doors to the lift go from red, to blue, an automated voice speaking.

"Welcome Inquisitor Shigeru Serizawa. We are happy you have returned to Monarch Base." It said robotically. The doors opened, as he and his retinue stepped in.

The elevator waited, before closing the doors behind the four, before lowering. None of them said a word. There was nothing to say. The questions ahead by the rest of the Order were all going to be easy for the Inquisitor and his followers, but it was best to be quiet, observant and dutiful, and not give the higher-ups any reason to be agitated with them.

They reached the inner sanctum, the doors opening, and revealing the nucleus at Center of Monarch Base. This place was were the handful Inquisitor Lords of the Ordo met and discussed the business of directing the other, lower ranked Inquisitors, and oversaw the acquisition of knowledge across the galaxy for the Emperor's purpose of tracking and ensuring the creatures did not become a threat to mankind.

There were three of the highest ranking of the Inquisitors of the Ordo Monstrum. The aforementioned Heinrich von Saperstein, standing off to the right side of the central table, a smooth, perfectly carved block of what appeared to be Obsidian. With him was Inquisitor Conrad Temryukovna, a tall, almost slight man, his features gaunt and bony, his fingers long and thin. His Power Armor was black and adorned with images of eagle wings and claws. He had a cape across his back and vestments colored deep red, in contrast to his almost alabaster white skin. He had thinning, formerly black hair, now graying along the edges, and thinning.

The third was a deeply dark-skinned man, the right side of his face organic, scars all over his lip, eye and check. The left side of his face was almost completely robotic, a green robotic eye, jaws metallic red, and silver teeth. Tubes ran up his neck along the metal plating over the left side of his neck. His left arm was also a complicated set of gears, wires and machinery, with five metallic claws instead of fingers, his legs long, spider-like metallic limbs of red covering and silver inner-workings. The rest was covered in red and silver powered armor to match his cybernetic limbs and attachments.

Inquisitor Darian Lom, the Iron Inquisitor, and considered the most capable agent of the Ordo. He had gone directly into countless warzones to find the evidence he sought, and in doing so been broken apart and rebuilt a thousand times. Lom may not have been as battle-hardened as those of the major orders, but he was considered one of the most dangerous for enemies of the Imperium to encounter.

"Inquisitor Serizawa we've been expecting you." Temryukovna announced in a dry, rough voice. "And you have the information we desire?"

"Yes, Lord Inquisitors. I have the data, scans and read-outs of three, pic-captures and recording included." Serizawa stated confidently, giving a small, victorious smile, before gesturing to Kaalor. "The Tech-Priest in my employ, Kaalor, has all the recordings and data you need."

Lom reached under the table, clicked a few buttons, activating a device that unfolded and clicked into place. He gestured toward the device with his left hand, speaking in a slightly modulated tone, his voice raspy and low. "Play the recordings for us to see."

Kaalor lumbered forward, limbs clicking against the cold, darkened floors, echoing throughout the whole room, before pulling out a data card. The small, glowing blue device, was held delicately between Kaalor's fingers. He slid the card into the device, as another portion unfolded, and the recordings were projected onto the wall before them all. Serizawa, Enrico and Vaskic stepped aside to let them see it clear. The three Inquisitors' eyes widened in shock, as the first images began to play out in front of them.

Godzilla's snarling visage, his rage-filled eyes, lashing out at the Chaos forces, laying waste to them. His beam ravaged the ranks of heretics and the city itself, standing among the flames. His eyes glowed with a ferocity and wrath no other creature they had seen could match. His roar still reverberating through the room, sending shudders through all gathered. Yet, despite the fearsome power and unbreakable will before them, they could not help but be amazed. After all these years, seemingly from the depths of the Warp itself, Godzilla had returned, somehow untouched by the forces of Chaos, and indeed, hunting them now.

"I gleaned much from psychic contact with Godzilla. For one, I believe he is sentient, not acting as an animal with base instincts and prey drives, but something more," Serizawa explained.

Lom nodded, furrowing his remaining brow. "The records did indicate he wasn't quite so brutish as he appeared. Confirmation is always good."

"And that he fought the Emperor." Serizawa continued, shuddering slightly at the visions he had from Godzilla's memory.

All three fell silent, before Von Saperstein spoke in a hushed tone."Was it like...what the Giant of Light did this area?"

"No. The battle was a definitive win for our Emperor," Serizawa replied, before looking slightly perturbed. "But he bears a colossal grudge against humanity and the God-Emperor."

"It is dangerous, even for a creature of his magnitude and presence, to oppose the Imperium of Man," Inquisitor Lom declared. "You established psychic contact with him, correct? Could a vector of control be established."

"It could, theoretically, be possible." Serizawa replied. "It would take some power. Three Chaos Sorcerer Marines tried to control him, and were vaporized by his beam."

Conrad spoke next, Serizawa almost forgetting the man was even there. "Then we should turn to our contacts within the Adeptus Mechanicus. I believe Magos Tilak Vul will be the best suited for studying its biology for a weakpoint."

Kaalor's remaining eye widened in shock. "Inquisitors, if you will forgive the interruption..."

"We will not." Lom growled, as Kaalor simply continued.

"Magos Tilak is ambitious and cut-throat. I don't recommend going to him. He may put his own career above the needs of this Ordos." Kaalor explained.

"We don't have the choice of other candidates, Tech-Priest," Conrad replied with an annoyed sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Our reach is limited, and we make do with what contacts we have."

"If the Primarch Guilliman were to see our new evidence, it could open up our ascension in the Imperial ranks." Serizawa commented eagerly.

Saperstein waged a finger at him. "Your ambitions have carried you far and wide across the Imperium, Inquisitor. But do not give us reason to mistrust you, as your retinue does with Magos Vul."

Serizawa bowed his head apologetically, before looking to Kaalor. "We have, evidence, for another monster. Mothra."

He nodded to Kaalor, tapped a few buttons on the device, skipping ahead to the next encounter, showing Mothra. The elegant, graceful movements, the flight, and the powers, even banishing a Greater Daemon with a blast of her beams. All of it amazed the watching Inquisitors, the three watching the creature glide through the air, before unleashing various energy attacks and blasts at the ranks of Chaos warriors.

"Incredible." Dacian breathed in amazement.

"So, whatever the Emperor had planned has come to pass." Temryukovna commented, looking over the recordings.

Heinrich looked over the images for a moment, nodding to himself, before speaking. "It guarded the Earth, but after years of gathering Eldar souls, can we really call it the same?"

"It insisted upon a peaceful future for the galaxy, trying to convince us to avoid any further attacks on Xenos and to focus only on Chaos, Orks or Tyranids." Serizawa explained. "Whatever occurred, hasn't dulled the creature's desire to play protector."

"It missed a lot during its sleep," Lom remarked, shaking his head in disappointment. "From all the alien horrors, like the Three-Headed Devil, you would think it would be as weary of aliens as we have learned to be."

The others nodded in agreement, before Von Saperstein spoke in an authoritative tone. "Still, the information you have gathered has been some of the best this Ordo has gathered in millennia. Leave whatever else you have in the designated area, and we will ensure it reaches the High Lords and other authorities on time. The rest of the Imperium will have good reason to listen to us now."

"Should we wait for Inquisitor Graham to return? Her own mission could give us just as much information as Serizawa has?" Temryukovna asked to the others.

The other wondered for a moment, before nodding, Lom spoke. "Right. Her data could be just as important."

"Inquisitor Graham is also on assignment?" Serizawa asked, curious over it, wondering what she could be after.

Heinrich nodded to him. "Yes, not far from where you were deployed, she's trying to reach the homeworld of another Marine Chapter, the Fire Ukhozi, descendants of the Salamanders. Their homeworld may very well be home to another creature of interest."

"What is the problem then?" Serizawa asked.

"It is currently undergoing a Tyranid Invasion," Inquisitor Lom explained in a dispassionate tone. "Their homeworld is made up of Iron Age Tribes that not prepared. Similar to Fenrisians, the Ukhozi have had to deploy in force, but it is an uphill battle."

The Tyranids gaining more genetic material from a Space Marine chapter and its home systems was bad enough, but if they managed to consume whatever creature was there, it could theoretically become even worse for the Imperium. Whole armies of the Kaiju-Tyranids, reproduced to act as the spear-point for their invasion.

"The local legends of the Ukhozi's people state the creature is kept asleep by virgin sacrifices and offerings of Umqombothi, their traditional beer, and herds-worth of Grox meat," Heinrich explained. "She is hoping to fully awaken the creature and unleash it on the Tyranids."

That sounded just as dangerous, but if anything could stop the Tyranids, it would have to be one of Godzilla's...subjects. Their power was something few could match. It still risked losing the creature, but if it died fighting, at least they could use it to destroy an important enemy of the Imperium.

"You have cataloging to do, though, Serizawa," Saperstein ordered, waging a finger at him. "This data you've gathered must be stored, annotated, and copied, so that we may show Lord Commander Guilliman our efforts are not in vein."

Serizawa nodded, gesturing to his retinue to follow, as they made their way out of the sanctum. The three Lord Inquisitors watched him for a moment, satisfied, before turning to each other.

"First Godzilla, then Mothra. How many more will appear?" Lom asked, what remained of his face locked in a deep, troubled frown.

"Hopefully more aligned with us then not," Conrad replied, stroking his chin in worry. "Why, if the Dark Gods were to gain even one, the damage they could cause would be beyond comprehension."

"Worse then that, what of the Planet Eater? The Emperor specifically said he considered it the third largest threat to the galaxy." Heinrich commented, face lined with worry.

"It has not been sighted in a millennium, other then a possible off-spring on the Xenos T'au world of Nep'Tan." Lom said with a gruff, dispassionate tone. "Worry of the monsters and threats that are here, not the ones that may come."

The three nodded. Lom's words always held merit. His nature was not one people enjoyed being around, but it was that calm, cold nature that made him so effective at commanding the forces of the Inquisition and requisitioned imperial forces. He was correct, of course. There were more pressing concerns then the ghosts of the long forgotten past.

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Within the Realms of the Warp, Slaanesh ordered Akrizuul tortured for as long as the Prince of Pleasures so desired. Even for a creature that was addicted to every sensation, whatever pain Slaanesh was putting it through was obviously not enjoyable. The other Daemons and Princes within Slaanesh's realm shuddered and fell silent at the sound, the fury of their master palpable through the Warp. Even if the Moth was powerful, Slaanesh was not a merciful creature by any measure. Frustration over an embarrassing loss of troops and forces, and so many Eldar souls denied to it, made the Warp Deity particularly savage now.

But, walking among the Daemonettes, capering and twisting about to eye him, was a Daemon of Tzeentch. Vffarith'Fyrm, had arrived in the Silver Lands of Slaanesh, one thing on his mind as he traveled on foot across the land. The Daemons watched the Rival God's pawn, none of them sure what to make of the creature, as he toddled along, on a direct course with the Palace of Slaanesh. He didn't seem bothered by essentially walking into an entire plain of existence opposed to him and ready to kill. His mission was more important then any opposing sides in the Great Game.

After a few more steps, another Keeper of Secrets jumped down from on high, in the bluffs and cliffs above the Herald, glaring down at him with a goat-like head, head of horns, and a spear and curved sword into of its four arms. It pointed the spear at the Herald, who looked up at the other Daemon without a hint of fear, its face given a crocked grin.

"What stupidity has driven you to come here, Herald of Tzeentch?" The being asked in a voice that undulated between male and female tones. "Our master is in a most foul mood."

"Tzeentch requests the presence of your master at the Court of Covenant, to discuss that which vexes her." Vffraith'Fyrm explained in a voice of barely contained glee.

The Keeper leaned back in surprise, for only a moment, before pointing the spear again. "He does not have the time or patience to sit and talk."

"My master has foreseen the return of the Black Rain Leviathan and his Kingdom of Monsters," Vffarith'fyrm commented confidently. "The Four Gods, and Vashtorr, are to gather in the Court and agree to a plan of action."

The Keeper looked at him for a moment, before vanishing in a flash of purple light. He waited a moment, tapping his staff in rhythm. Again, the hungry glares of Slaanesh's Daemons could be felt, but remained focused and still. He was an emissary and had made his position clear. If they attacked, it would be on them when Tzeentch responded in force. This moment was too dangerous for all the Gods involved to simply let their desires to destroy each other reign supreme.

Keeper reappeared a few minutes later, stomping over to the Herald, and pointing to him with its sword.

"Slaanesh approves of a meeting. Begone." It stated simply.

"Gladly." Vffarith'fyrm responded, pulling a scroll from his side, its runes glowing blue, before he vanished in a puff of dark blue smoke.

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Within the territory of the Warp, called the Court of Covenant, was a cold, dead realm. Compared to the bright pinks and purples of Slaanesh's realm, filled with the scents of many spices and addictive substances, the crystal realm of Tzeentch, with its shifting mirror mazes and crystal spires, Nurgle's garden of rotted trees, festering molds and floating spores, or Khorne's realm of brass and iron towers, with rivers of blood and fire, the Court was devoid of any such trappings. It was a cold and dark place, kept alight by an unnatural blue light from seemingly nowhere, and the ground and surroundings cold and black. Here, no victory for the Great Powers within the Game was allowed. All met here as equals and agreed to come as equals.

The Four Gods had gathered, their forms changing and shifting. To be a mortal would've killed any who even stepped into the Court, the pure power and energy of the Warp, so focused and galvanized here, would've shattered the mind, splintered the soul and vaporized mortal flesh. Their forms changed every second, reflecting the mercurial nature, shifting between every aspect given to them, by the variety of human cultures across the galaxy, and the long dead aliens laid to rest in the Great Crusade.

Along with them was Vashtorr, the Arkifane himself, the horned Demon remained locked in his form, his pallid gray flesh contrasting with the cold bronze and steel of his armored frame, his bladed wings clicking every few seconds as he walked in the Court among the four Gods. The tip of his hammer tapped into the ground like a cane, the creature's twin red eyes looking at all four closely.

"We are gathered, Brother Tzeentch, to what do we owe the infinite pleasure of your scheming existence?" Nurgle commented, his gurgling voice echoing throughout the chamber like a tsunami rushing over everything.

"The coming of the Great Beasts of Humanity's past." Tzeentch's own voice responded, sometimes a whisper, sometimes a shout.

"Gojira?" Khorne growled, barely containing the usual rage and violence that defined him. "I will have him, body and soul. Alongside Angron, he will become my greatest reaper of skulls."

"Oh, dear Brother Khorne, you have such a lovely, delusional imagination." Nurgle said with a hearty chuckle, as the crimson God roared at him, blood spilling from his jaws and between his teeth, like waterfalls of ichor. "He will use that radiation to spread cancer and sickness in my name."

"He will not serve any of us, not yet. He refused, for countless years, the possession and deals with our peons, even if it meant revenge against humanity," Tzeentch spoke over both, the two turning to him. "Our goal should not be to subsume him, but prepare."

"Prepare for what? What do you know, scrier?" Slaanesh intoned, voice sultry and alluring, even the question enough to make one question their very past and give-in to vice.

"The Black Rain Herald is merely the first. Others will come. Those that can be convinced to our side," Tzeentch explained, before their voice grew darker and more annoyed. "And those that will oppose us."

"If I may interrupt, these monsters are often creatures of desire and animalism. Corrupting them should be easier, correct?" Vashtorr inquired, looking between the four for confirmation.

"Some may, some will not. The Golden Demise is one we should kill the moment he appears," Slaanesh hissed at the beast. "It's desire for power would see it take away souls that are rightfully ours to dominate."

Tzeentch swirled and reformed about them, before speaking again. "It is why we must prepare. Even as Abaddon and our forces gathered to his side wage war, we must make every effort to hunt these monsters before they coalesce into a fighting force of their own."

Vashtorr tapped his hammer twice into the floor, before speaking confidently. "Give to me, Titan forces for all four of you, and let me lead them with my own assortment of Daemon Engines and my Cult. What we require, after the show of Tharnis Prime, and Leamhan, is the heavy fire power of the Chaos Titans to do what mere tanks and Marines could not."

"What do you try at, Arkifane?" Khorne asked with a growl.

"Merely to test his power. These beasts are mighty, but they are animals. I will show you what my own mind can conjure to counter them, and if they are sacrificed, then it will allow me to build even greater machines of war for you to use." Vashtorr explained. "All I require is the temporary service of one of your Heralds to track Godzilla, then we can use the Titans to bring him down. Either he dies and his soul goes to the Warp for you to fight over, or we lose, in which case, we simply learn how to best defeat him again."

"The forefather of the creature, the second of the Godzilla species to appear, he was nearly killed by two machines, built in his image, yes?" Nurgle asked. "That was long ago. Surely the Titan machines can do what they could not, with the passage of time giving them greater fire power?"

"Indeed. And whatever failures the Human Titans experience, can allow me to build something even greater in the Forge of Souls." Vashtorr offered, before his tone became more diplomatic. "Of course, whatever I build, I will ensure to share first with you Four."

"Yes, I agree. We will hunt this creature. One of his pack-mates already vexed my forces sent to hunt her. I still thirst for revenge." Slaanesh said with a bitter laugh.

The others agreed, nodding and grunting along, before Tzeentch turned to Vashtorr. "We will allow a segment of our Titan Legions to join your hunt. Drag Godzilla into the Warp, so we may decide his fate. Then, hopefully, more may follow."

Vashtorr nodded, giving a small bow of the head as he genuflected to them. "As you so wish, Lords of the Warp."

He turned and took his leave, his mind already in flux over his next step. Of course, he was hoping the Titans would win, but even he knew this creature had a remarkable tendency towards survival and finding a way to overcome the odds. Yes, the Titans, even with the Four Blessings of the Gods, were likely to fail, but that merely set his devilish mind to work.

As Vashtorr had explained, if they failed, which he was banking on, he would merely build something greater. 'That which the Bilsaludo Apes called Mechagodzilla, and which in-turned inspired two human creations. What a fascinating design. If their alien technologies could build such a thing, what could my Daemon-smithy come up with?'

Vahstorr chuckled to himself as he thought over that idea. 'Yes, a Mechagodzilla shell with all the fire power of their base design, mixed with the bound essence of my Daemonic slaves. That is creation to burn the whole galaxy away, heheheh."

He traveled to his place in the Forge of Souls, mind already working through technical details, pistons, engines, weapon systems and everything else, that would perform far better then any Chaos Titan.

"It appears I have something else, other then the Fault, to improve my station." He remarked quietly to himself, as he arrived at the shifting gears and groaning machinery of the Forge, corrupted Tech-Priests and his own factors working on countless designs, binding Daemons into Soul Grinders and other profane weapons. Large pillars and smokestacks rose above the machinery and forges, puffing a constant air of smoke across the land.

He could not wait to get to work.

Notes

So that ends the whole business with Leamhan, and moves on to the wider plot with Chaos. We're getting into the wider galaxy now, and I intend to wind in further elements from the Warhammer universe together with this as things go on.

The Bilsaludo are this FicVerse's version of the Black Hole Aliens, or Simians, from Godzilla vs Mechagodzilla/Terror of Mechagodzilla (1974-1975). I wanted to give them a name beyond just "Simian", and went with the aliens from the Anime Trilogy who also built Mechagodzilla. Giving them a name felt right. In this universe, the Bilsaludo did escape their homeworld's destruction, but what happened after, well, let's just say they met up with someone who was sympathetic to their cause. Out of all the aliens across the universe, the Bilsaludo intrigue Vashtorr the most, hence his eagerness to use their blue prints.

I know the Court of Covenant is only in Fantasy, but I decided to bend the rules a tad to give the Chaos Gods a place to meet and discuss the coming conflict with Godzilla.

Next up, I plan for Rodan to pull some very crazy air stunts. I haven't been happy with how the Fire Demon's been handled in a lot of stuff, so I want him to go all out against the coming Tyranids. He was considered one of the Big Five of Toho, and I'm gonna show why that is. After that, something with the T'au. Can't say much else without spoilers.