Ye Gods
A story about what the Gods in 40k get up to on their off days. Created by Khor'neth. Feel free to disregard as you see fit. This was done purely for the LOLZ. Tzeentch, watch and weep!
Chapter 1: The Chaos Gods
Part 1: Khorne
The Blood God, Lord of Battles, the angriest dickbag in all of the galaxy was unhappy. Well, he was ALWAYS unhappy in the angry sense, but right now, his anger was bubbling away below the surface. Right now, he was just morose.
'SKULLTAKER!' he yelled, shaking the bloodstained ground and causing some lesser Bloodletters to drop their weapons. 'ANY LUCK YET?!' 'No, Lord!' the Skulltaker replied. 'We cannot pierce the veil of time. It constantly eludes us. Ancient Terra is closed to your bloodied touch!' 'FUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-' Khorne yelled, a cry that echoed through all four realms, startling Nurgle from dozing and Isha in her cage, Slaanesh from doing whatever she was up to (I'm calling Slaanesh a she for the purposes of this story, and besides, do you REALLY want to know what she was up to? Thought not-) and Tzeentch from his endless derping around in front of his Sight Crystal. The other three Ruinous Powers gazed in the direction of the Brass Citadel for a few seconds. They had rarely heard Khorne's voice with such an undercurrent of stress and a hint of despair, which started Nurgle thinking and Tzeentch plotting- AGAIN.
'FUCKING DAMN IT TO THE WARP, WHY? WHY DOES PRE-HUMAN TERRA ELUDE MEEEEEEEE!' Khorne yelled out in frustration. Khaine heard it, but thought better of it- better to let the kid do what he was doing- a confrontation was not going to end well.
Just then, a Bloodthirster roared that the mists of the Warp were clearing, and that the Veil of Time was revealed. Khorne wasted no seconds in grabbing his axe and cleaving the Veil in twain, revealing Prehistoric Terra to him. Knowing that there were but a short few seconds before the Veil healed itself, Khorne reached through on to Terra and grabbed a large, scaly, two-legged beast overflowing with testosterone and bloodlust. He yanked it back to the Brass Citadel and the Throne of Skulls before the Veil closed with a sound like worlds colliding. Now the other three Powers really did take notice- it sounded like Khorne had just got himself something that he was particularly pleased about, something large and vicious. This may cause a problem, the three decided. In his Rotting Mansion, Nurgle mumbled 'Aw, bubonic balls- and just when I was thinking of helping him out too. Still, might as well go see what his new toy is anyways.'
Tzeentch, Changer of Ways and Architect of Fate, couldn't believe what he was seeing- the Sight Crystal had gone dark! Whatever Khorne had grabbed from Ancient Terra eluded his notice! He stormed from the Hidden Library in the mindset that if what Khorne had had darkened the Warp so, it was probably something worth seeing- or better yet, worth having as his own.
Slaanesh looked up from the Daemonettes she was screwing with towards the towering fortress. My, my, she thought to herself, but doesn't the Special K seem happy now! I MUST see what his faaaabulous new toy is for myself. Yes, this might be veeery interesting! She swept forth from the Palace of Pleasure with utmost speed, little knowing what Khorne really had as a new servant.
Khorne gazed upon his prize with a kind of savage joy. An adult male Tyrannosaurus rex, seemingly big even for his kind, with teeth like steak knives, just the way Khorne liked them- best for ripping and tearing. Khorne looked upon his prize, as frightened as the male was- it had, after all, just been pulled into an entirely new place with a lot of hostile things surrounding it- you would be scared too. Tine, the Blod God thought, to correct that. He reached down and punched one of his fingers through the animal's skull, instantly changing its colouration to flaming crimson and causing it to double in size (it was now 30 metres long, weighing 20 tons). Its arms grew longer and more heavily muscled, armed with wickedly sharp and jagged claws just as horns and razor- sharp bone growths began to sprout all over its body, and its teeth began to protrude from between what lips a T-Rex has. Soon, the thing that was Khorne's newest attack dog was recognisable as a Tyrannosaurus, but looked even more brutal, muscly and vicious, primal savagery not only personified, but distilled, rage-pure. Khorne was pleased. Oh yes, he was VERY pleased.