Chaos Undivided

{This Perspective Is Brought To You By Tzeentch}

“Alright, the first meeting of the Council of the Dark Pantheon is now in session.” I say, making the move to draw me and my other selves together once our own respective panic attacks managed to subside, with me being in the form of the weaver of fate, it seems my body was quite suited to dealing with major existential changes.

Nurgle thought it best to interject just then. “But… aren’t we literally the only dark gods? Why would we be a council if we’re not overseeing anyone else—”

“Hey, stop nit-picking or you won’t be getting any snacks!”

“We don’t HAVE snacks you Schizophrenic Cephalopod! None of us even have food to begin with!” Khorne argued.

“ENOUGH!!” I yell out, taking a deep breath before looking over my Brothers and Sister -- I did follow through with what I said, after all -- and taking the time to think of what to say. “Look, we can get pissed off over all the little things and begin a major downspiral of arguments that will last unto eternity, just like our predecessors, but I’m fairly certain none of us want that, right? So let’s just move on before we get stuck into a meta-level escalation of ‘stop hitting yourself’, okay?”

“Okay…”
“Okay…”

“Thank you, now first order of business, finding out where the fuck we are, and a good start will be an awareness of the world.” I turn to Slaanesh. “Sister, as the only one of us with an appetite for emotional stimulus, both positive or otherwise, can you tell us if there are any sapients?”

“Honestly, the existence of Sapients at all is the best I can do, not only are we all a lot weaker considering we don’t have entire planets or traitor legions to grant us any kind of worship, the planet’s inhabitants don’t really focus on experiencing pleasure, or even excess if I was desperate, enough for me to get a strong taste of it. It wouldn’t really help if there were beings indulging in sex or greed and the like anyway, because there’s just this one big nation in the middle of them all just… radiating a childlike innocence! I can feed off that happiness, friendship, love and stuff no problem, but it’s like just a big raw blanket of that emotion that makes it really fucking hard to make out anything else.”

“Are you trying to tell us that there is a nation so wholesome that not even their own sexual exploits are perceivable?”

“It’s shocking I know, it makes me seriously assume that they’re as naive as children, if I didn’t know biology was important, I’d doubt they even know what sex is!”

“WAIT!” Nurgle spoke up, seeming to have caught something. “Did you just say that one of the big emotions you’re feeling is Friendship?”

“Um… yes? What are you getting at?”

“Well, I’ve been feeling a strong Cultivation of Life upon the planet, so there’s definitely some advancement into farming, but the biggest signature to me are these creatures of Rot and Root in the wilds, beasts born of both Nature Spirits and Decay, who would be minions to me in their own right, though I’m holding off until I can’t get influenced by the ‘decay’ part.”

Hmm, that was interesting. “You had my interest, but now you have—”

“My erection?”

Silence seemed to stretch across the Warp at Slaanesh’s brazen suggestion, until Khorn began to try and prevent himself from laughing, letting out a snort that heralded his failure, which of course sent the rest of us into fits of amusement.

“O-oh my… fuck, girl, that joke is OLD!” I managed between my devilish cackles.

“I try my best, so Nurg, please tell us what plant you speak of.”

“Pfft, o-of course, right… well, hold onto your domains, Lady and Gentleman, for the monsters in question are… Constructs of Dead Wood in the form of beasts, wolves, meaning...”

“Timber-Wolves… Equestria.” The name was almost automatically on our lips, not only were we four of the biggest baddest BBEGs of the 41st Millennium, we were also now trapped in a system with a bunch of innocent, candy colored equines along with a ton of other various, beautiful, unique and fantastical races. “Oh those poor creatures!”

“They’re at least lucky that the Merchant picked someone who didn’t want to be a dick to mortals, but holy fuck, we were NOT made with the power of Friendship in mind, we are Gods of a Grimdark age, now set in a realm of innocence and raw wholesome!” Khorne explained his… partial reasoning.

But to say I knew him better than that would be an understatement. “You’re worried you’re not gonna get a lot of feats of strength and bouts of honourable combat, aren’t you?”

“Of course I am! Almost all of the problems that will come into conflict with ponies are going to end in the ideals of friendship and magic fixing beams! That’s never gonna constitute the idea of honourable battle!”

“Now now, calm down, Brother, I’m sure we’ll be able to work that out, for all we know, we might be before the events of the show, when Equestria was a little more… sensitive to everything. Either way, we’ll have you as a god of justice and war before the week is out.” Our resident Goddess assured softly in a way to placate him, which caused him to give her a… look.

“...I was about to ask if you were doing this to butter me up, but then I realise you’re also technically another version of me, my sister, and the Goddess of sex and pleasure.”

“Hmm… very Alabama…” And thanks to Nurgle we were victims of yet another laughing fit.

{Celestia, Everfree Castle}

The garden was silent this time of night, it was something Celestia was happy for, even if her sister found such quiet and calm to be against her desires. Luna had become saddened that in the wake of Discord’s unleashed rampage, and even now with talk of the Umbrum stalking the edges of the ancient Crystal Empire, that many ponies have moved to shun the darkness itself.

Celestia found such circumstances to be cruel to her younger co-ruler, but could find no way to really argue against it, it wasn’t against the law to have a subjective aversion to Night, and to treat it as such is a gross corruption of authority, one that the nobility in their zealous panic would believe to be an actual corruption from shadow demons or something. The Solar Diarch could do nothing but sigh as she thought of what she could do, she couldn’t allow this to continue, but how would one even begin to dissuade the fears of an entire nation when such fears were clearly justified?

Suddenly, Celestia’s thoughts were shunted away with the sound of rock cracking apart, her head swivelling to see a sight that was very much the last thing she ever hoped to see happen, at least not for thousands of years!

Discord’s seal was breaking!

Not even thinking about it, Celestia let loose a spell, reinforcing the prison with an extreme amount of Order Magic to counter the chaos energy damaging the seal. It worked… for now, but something had allowed Discord the power to start breaking free, and that meant there had to be something incredibly powerful and chaotic to allow the spell created by the elements of harmony to begin breaking.

Celestia could already feel the horror, there was a sense of dread forming in the pit of her stomach as she felt that this was not the end of this new threat.

Sure enough, that fear started becoming more and more proven as she began to hear screaming within the castle, coming from the Guard Quarters.

When Celestia arrived, she only found the results of the incident, as a mare, who had been sleeping soundly in the barracks, now laid there with a wide expression of agony…

And what was left of her skull slumped back with the rest now painting the headrest a sickening pink and crimson mix.

{Back In The Warp}

“Hey guys? Was this floating orb always there before?” Nurgle muttered to us.