"In the ruthless universe of the far future there is only war."
That is something that Kanan Scott knew very well. After two hundred years or more, as he never counted, he thought that his death would give him the opportunity for eternal rest in the...
The plains of Aten III were filled with as much blood and violence as very few worlds of the Segmentus Obscurus had witnessed in their fateful existence. Mere mortals fell before the maelstrom of battle. The champions faced each other face to face against their opponents and the hundreds of thousands of warriors who walked on such contaminated lands. It was an absolute war. A war worthy of Warhammer 40k. But far from all the massacre, a capricious god watched the battlefield with satisfaction.
Slaanesh, god of excess, looked anxiously at the battlefield, as thousands of lives were lost every second. The god himself had no apparent reason to be contemplating such a crazy war scenario, since the souls of humans were claimed by Nurgle, god of the chaos of rot, and the orks... well... That was something that even the chaos gods themselves wanted to know.
Still, despite there being no elder present whose soul he could claim, Slaanesh enjoyed watching his "toy" blind so many lives in a few minutes of battle, and the sudden appearance of that Black Templar chaplain promised a performance worth appreciating. However, what this powerful entity least expected would be an unexpected visit.
Slannesh: - Well, well. I must say that it is quite a surprise. I never expected someone like you to deign to visit my joyful lands, god of chaos Tzeentch. -
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On this occasion, the god of excess had a more masculine bearing, and his voice was that of a powerful Roman gladiator, but he always wore strange elements that, no matter how handsome he appeared, gave that feeling of discomfort to anyone who was in his presence. Your presence.
Tzeentch: - Believe me. It is not my pleasure to come to such shameless materialization of the warp. - As always, the god of chaos of change and knowledge, showed himself with an ostentatious air and an exquisite vocabulary.
Slannesh: - Oh... Did you come to mock my humble abode and want me to tear off your head? Or are you coming for something else? -
Tzeentch: - You can lie peacefully on your throne of lust. Today I have no intention of disturbing your comfort. If there is a reason why I come to such a place far from any source of wisdom, it is out of mere curiosity. -
Slaanesh: - Mmm. And you can know that... it aroused the curiosity of the "great god of the Tzeentch case" in my domains. -
Tzeentch: - Not in your domain exactly. -
It was then that Slaanesh realized it. The sight of the unwanted guest fell on the battlefield of Atem III, more specifically, on the ork with white mane dyed crimson in the heat of battle.
Slaanesh: - So that's it. You're... curious about my little experiment. -
Tzeentch: - It is not so much curiosity about the subject, but curiosity about the motive. -
Slaanesh: - What do you mean? -
Tzeentch: - Why would the god of pleasure create a creature like this? I don't see lust in his actions. Nothing that can satisfy your... twisted tastes. You defied Nurgle by taking this mortal's soul on a whim, and created a being that commands the attention of Khorne himself. What do you propose with all this? -
