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===The End of Chaos===
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The End of Chaos

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Nurgle laughed. Nothing ever gave him greater joy than creating a new plague with which to spread his gift to the various beings of the galaxy. As he was putting the finishing touches on his new brew, however, he heard a rumbling sound. Curious at the unfamiliar occurrence, he turned to face it, only to be instantly obliterated before he could even complete the motion.

Slaanesh was occupied by a new batch of Eldar sacrifices, brought to it by its ever-loyal minions. "Don't worry", it cooed to its terrified meal, "all the repression you've suffered...all the rigid thoughts, endless training, tragic attempts at avoiding the inevitable...you'll forget all of it so soon. It may be unbearable at first, but perhaps in time you'll learn to accept, even relish, my...attention". The Eldar squirmed in the cage, in vain (common behavior to sacrifices), but they suddenly stilled (which was certainly not common at all). Curious, Slaanesh thought, before it heard a rumbling sound over the screams of its servants. It turned to face the sound, catching only a glimpse before being annihilated.

Khorne sat upon his throne of skulls, for the first time in millenia, with mixed emotions. More than anything, he felt rage: rage against the enemy who had deprived him of slaughtering Slaanesh himself. Angry that Slaanesh was really just pathetic after all. Angry that an enemy he knew nothing about had slain two gods of Chaos, however weak, while he had barely been able to trouble them. For all this, however, he was curious: what kind of enemy could defeat two gods within their own realms? Had the pathetic Emperor of Man gained some new strength..? Had a damnable Grey Knight become even more inexplicably powerful in recent times? Or was his foe an entirely new one?

In any case, Khorne was excited. Tzeentch had been the one to tell him of the fate of the other gods (which had been easy to verify) and had also informed Khorne he would almost certainly be next, as Tzeentch himself suddenly went into hiding. A coward to the end, Tzeentch, but Khorne awaited his challenge eagerly. Suddenly, he too heard the rumbling, coming from beyond his fortress. He stood and grabbed his favorite sword, for the first time in too many years, and he readied himself. The enemy burst forth from the walls, but before Khorne could even finish the swing of his sword, he was no more.

Tzeentch, of course, had innumerable plans for enemies powerful enough to defeat the Chaos gods, but for the first time he found himself struggling to implement them. He was constantly on the move throughout the warp, but the enemy was drawing ever nearer, and he knew almost nothing about his foe. Every attempt to discover the nature of his enemy had failed, often disastrously, so now he merely struggled for time. As he contemplated his newest plan, he heard a rumbling sound. Tzeentch fired every spell he had in every direction, but it was too late: the last Chaos god had been crushed.

In the proceeding weeks, the immaterium was somehow even more chaotic than usual. Lesser demons struggled to fill the gap of the fallen gods, and the Chaos marines either fought each other for control (more than usual), made a final, suicidal decision to charge at Terra out of despair, or simply left the immaterium to try and join those warbands who had somehow survived without the aid of any god. The Imperials rejoiced at their sudden, unexpected victory. It was a sure sign that the emperor was still fighting, still winning, and with renewed vigor they launched crusade after crusade against all who stood in their way. The Eldar simply sulked: happy to be free of Slaanesh, but sort of depressed they their entire race was no longer certainly doomed.

What, however, was the truth? Who had slain the gods? Only two men within the warp knew the full answer: a man clad in red, with a black raven, and another in black and grey, adorned with skulls and spikes. The former laughed, the latter wept. The latter had known this day would come: he had tried to warn them, again and again, of the Great Ferrous Enemy, he who's rectangular angles would destroy them. Crazy, they had called him (even by Chaos standards), how could such objects ever be a threat to Chaos? he had known, however. He knew not how, but he had known. Time and time again he had fought with all his might, but it had never been enough. In time, the ridicule wore him down, and finally, his enemy bested him, and he was taken prisoner, to eternally polish that which he had sought to destroy. Even so, however, he had dreamed that Chaos would prevail. How could Chaos possibly lose? was Chaos not the strongest? For all its strength, however, Chaos had failed.

The man in red knew failure as well: all thought he had failed on Karuva. [[Indrick Boreale|HE]] had thought he had failed. In the warp, however, he learned of his Chapter's greatest secret: The Great Ferrous Crate, filled with relics from every corner of the galaxy: his chance of redemption. He led the Blood Revans in the Warp, gathering relics after their still-living counterparts had thrown them into the eye, killing all those who tried to stop him, slowly assembling the single greatest threat to the universe ever conceived: the Box God - He who would launch a great crusade to "gift" everything of value in the universe. He had already received the emperor's soul as a "gift", and would use him to turn mankind into the greatest "Beneficiaries" of the civilizations in the universe, who were as of yet unaware of the "gifts" they would bestow upon mankind.

Thus, for the enemies of man, the nightmare had only just begun.

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War Never Ends

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