@supertinyking
The entire world was ripped to shreds, as the One unleashed it's full destructive might upon the infected world, and upon the forces of Chaos that had surrounded them. The massive ships were blown away in an instant, destroyed on an atomic level. They had been completely annihilated, and they would only be the first. And yet, as the One moved instantly to the next world, it found the ships it sought already gone. Pulled directly into the warp through divine intervention from their Chaos Gods. With the exception of those first ships, the entire Chaos Fleet had been able to retreat safely. This left the One with the grim and unfortunate job of cleansing the infected worlds. It was clear to it that there was no cure for the venom that had taken hold within them. As such it wiped out billions, never allowing them to feel the agony of the Zombie Plague, never allowing the abomination to spread.
However, a single world remained beyond it's reach. For at the end of it's destructive rant it found itself faced with the immense Warp Storm that seemed to have drilled a permanent hole in this reality. The world of Tor-6 lay within, devastated by the armies of Chaos Undivided. And yet, far more threatening than any army of lesser Daemon, was the attention of the beings within. The One could feel creatures of immense power, perhaps rivaling even it's own, glaring out at her from this dark hole. Not capable of fully manifesting in this reality, and yet already tearing at the cracks. Creatures of pure psionic energy, beings of the Chaos Realm who drew strength from the sins and suffering of all intelligent species. It was unexpected, at best, when one reached out to her.
The being's voice would have crushed a lesser mind, the whispers in which it spoke would have driven those with lesser wills to madness. With a hundred voices it spoke a hundred lies, and a hundred truths. And yet among them all was a message, filled with mocking laughter. As the being spoke into the One's mind, the One would sense that three other beings had left, although a single one among them showed some remaining interest in this universe.
"A cleansing light, aren't you? My dear, what a beautiful plan you have destroyed. Truly, you have thwarted us." Several voices descended into insane chuckling, serving as the background for the next dose. "But dear, is this truly your goal? To protect those infidels, to shield them from harm? Would you truly condemn us for the damage we inflict, whilst you yourself sit on a throne of lies and death? Perhaps hypocrisy runs in the family, does it not?" The creature laughed, a manic sound uttered by a thousand different voices, overwhelming and confusing. "I know who you are, child. You can hold no secrets from me, for I am made of the stuff of your dreams. I know what you have done, I know what you will do, and I know whom it is you seek. And I know that you will not stop us. You will sit on the sidelines and watch, intervening only as you see fit, as your Dominion is burned to the ground. For after ten thousand years, the apocalypse is your only hope."
Laughing, the voices faded. Perhaps, however, Tzeench had been wrong. Perhaps the One would fight it's way into the Warp Storm, powers blazing, ripping through those beings within. Perhaps it would keep watch, guarding this realm with it's immense power. Or, perhaps, it would sit and watch, knowing the truth of the words, spoken by the mocking being. The choice was open.
The entire world was ripped to shreds, as the One unleashed it's full destructive might upon the infected world, and upon the forces of Chaos that had surrounded them. The massive ships were blown away in an instant, destroyed on an atomic level. They had been completely annihilated, and they would only be the first. And yet, as the One moved instantly to the next world, it found the ships it sought already gone. Pulled directly into the warp through divine intervention from their Chaos Gods. With the exception of those first ships, the entire Chaos Fleet had been able to retreat safely. This left the One with the grim and unfortunate job of cleansing the infected worlds. It was clear to it that there was no cure for the venom that had taken hold within them. As such it wiped out billions, never allowing them to feel the agony of the Zombie Plague, never allowing the abomination to spread.
However, a single world remained beyond it's reach. For at the end of it's destructive rant it found itself faced with the immense Warp Storm that seemed to have drilled a permanent hole in this reality. The world of Tor-6 lay within, devastated by the armies of Chaos Undivided. And yet, far more threatening than any army of lesser Daemon, was the attention of the beings within. The One could feel creatures of immense power, perhaps rivaling even it's own, glaring out at her from this dark hole. Not capable of fully manifesting in this reality, and yet already tearing at the cracks. Creatures of pure psionic energy, beings of the Chaos Realm who drew strength from the sins and suffering of all intelligent species. It was unexpected, at best, when one reached out to her.
The being's voice would have crushed a lesser mind, the whispers in which it spoke would have driven those with lesser wills to madness. With a hundred voices it spoke a hundred lies, and a hundred truths. And yet among them all was a message, filled with mocking laughter. As the being spoke into the One's mind, the One would sense that three other beings had left, although a single one among them showed some remaining interest in this universe.
"A cleansing light, aren't you? My dear, what a beautiful plan you have destroyed. Truly, you have thwarted us." Several voices descended into insane chuckling, serving as the background for the next dose. "But dear, is this truly your goal? To protect those infidels, to shield them from harm? Would you truly condemn us for the damage we inflict, whilst you yourself sit on a throne of lies and death? Perhaps hypocrisy runs in the family, does it not?" The creature laughed, a manic sound uttered by a thousand different voices, overwhelming and confusing. "I know who you are, child. You can hold no secrets from me, for I am made of the stuff of your dreams. I know what you have done, I know what you will do, and I know whom it is you seek. And I know that you will not stop us. You will sit on the sidelines and watch, intervening only as you see fit, as your Dominion is burned to the ground. For after ten thousand years, the apocalypse is your only hope."
Laughing, the voices faded. Perhaps, however, Tzeench had been wrong. Perhaps the One would fight it's way into the Warp Storm, powers blazing, ripping through those beings within. Perhaps it would keep watch, guarding this realm with it's immense power. Or, perhaps, it would sit and watch, knowing the truth of the words, spoken by the mocking being. The choice was open.
