Chaos Undivided

{Keep Calm And Let’s Look Through The Eyes of Nurgle}

No doubt about it, that right there was a soul, and it looked like a confused one at that. Clearly not an original native of the Immaterium, it found itself flitting about in the centre of the four of us as a shapeless ball of energy, coincidentally dancing between our various domains without rhyme or reason, which was unintentionally allowing us to get a feel for it.

“Hmm, I’m getting the feelings of justice, discipline, strength, it was a warrior.”

“It’s certainly not an idiot or a bumbling oaf, it was an academic, curious, but at least we know this isn’t modern Equestria if this was a Pony.”

“You’re right Tzeentch, it is a Pony, a Unicorn to be precise, I can sense the major genetics of a horn lingering, along with an active exercise of a second energy bonded to the soul.”

“Quite, this must be this ‘magic’, that in turn means that Unicorns are not Psykers like I had originally theorised… of course that doesn’t mean they can’t become Psykers either, this one taking to it too quickly and too violently from sudden warp-flow, probably from our new and sudden introduction to the world.” Tzeentch took a moment to wince in sympathy. “Let’s just hope the others don’t take to it like it did.”

“Could you three stop calling her an ‘it’? She can hear us you know, and now you’re all upsetting her, just because she’s a material, doesn’t mean she needs to be considered a material object.”

“To be fair, we were just worried about getting her pronouns wrong.” I clarified quickly, my two brothers nodding in agreement.

“Well, can we at least stop talking like she isn’t here? Like I said, she can hear us.”

“Ah shit, that’s right.”

As one we moved over to approach the soul, when it shuddered in panic we immediately moved back, and then closed in much slower, non-threateningly… of course it was difficult to do non-threatening when we were absolute titanic powers of raw psychic energy.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay…” Slaanesh cooed softly, almost like a mother, trying to calm the confused spirit. “You’re in a place which turns thoughts into reality, can you… try and make a body? Or at least try and project your words?”

Of course, either method of communication was difficult for a being that wasn’t capable of using Psyker abilities a few minutes ago, the process of her figuring out how to speak had taken days.

Thankfully, we had plenty to preoccupy ourselves with such as how our domains and more importantly, our bodies are perceived, we weren’t our predecessors, we aren’t going to portray ourselves as rot, rage, madness or pain, so there was no need to look the part.

I personally did not want to look like I avoided showering so much that I became a walking fungus culture. Instead I made myself into a walking nature elemental, a full on breathing, living ecosystem, housed within a moving, thinking tree being.

With a big leafy beard, because beards are cool! Plus, I couldn’t really stink when not only is any poop and rot immediately put to purpose within the cycle that was me, but even the minute stench was unable to come through the immense scent of the multitudes of blooming flowers across the fertile soil of my form. “I am Cycle made manifest, death is present but never left to sit, always used to make more life.”

Khorne hadn’t really done much to change the idea of being a big beefy boy in armor, but instead of the raging spiky berserker he once was, he now looked more like a fiery black knight, orange flames of courage dancing across his form in strong, unflinching patterns. He carried himself with a sense of honour, one that truly showed considering he had proceeded to get rid of the throne that had seemingly been brought with him, he probably had a far more nicer and less edgy version in the centre of his territory, but at least now he wasn’t fucking glued to it like the original blood god, because in his words. “A Warmonger idles on a throne, a Warrior makes a stand! The original had one thing right, I won’t grant gifts to those who do not earn them, nor will I accept tribute without proving my own strength first!”

Tzeentch had trouble with what he wanted, he didn’t know exactly what his focus was, sorcery, innovation, knowledge, he definitely didn’t want to use change because then he’d need to make it noticeable, and while he is still going to be of change, he’d at least prefer his form be consistent so it was recognisable and iconic. At that thought, he seemed to finally settle on an idea, when he came to us when we reconvened, he decided that out of all of us, he would be the least organic… I don’t know whether to be jealous or laugh my ass off when I realised how much the Mechanicus would flip their shit when they found out Tzeentch had become the literal machine god, an actual giant robot. “I am the Forge of Knowledge, I will know all, and all will know through me, advancement made manifest, and all will change, improve and grow, be it machine or flesh.”

Slaanesh… well Slaanesh didn’t really need to change anything too much since there was already a vague human shape to her form, she just endeavoured to improve upon her succubus-like visage, only now she had thoroughly worked to have her form be truly attractive, not simply considered hot because the glamour aura made mortals perceive her so… of course it was still there, just rather muted… the energy that very aura gave off also made us sense that this change would be reflected in her own Daemons, once she spawns some… of course, that was a given, considering the rest of us most likely had done the same to ensure we could live up to what we were wanting to be. “Unlike these flowery poets, I’m hot and I don’t need bullshit warp powers to prove it.”

These changes took a long time, like the better part of two weeks, much like the soul’s own personal training, since we were essentially remaking ourselves, so when we got back to meet the soul, we found her taking the shape of a unicorn mare’s silhouette, the fact that this was an Anthropomorphic version was not lost on us, not going further considering not many are able to remember details of themselves easily, though by the looks of it they were humanoid, so Slaanesh thankfully didn’t need to have yet another makeover.

“H-hello?” she said in a meek, nervous voice, having clearly been intimidated by creatures whose pinky toes dwarfed her in size.

“Don’t worry, little soul, we won’t hurt you.” I spoke calmly as the soul’s perception of the warp settled on us, our manifestations now crystal clear to her ethereal senses.

“So… it’s true… I-I’m actually… dead?” Oh us, she sounded about ready to bawl her eyes out.

“Well… yes, b-but don’t worry! Because… um…”

Thankfully Tzeentch came with the save. “We’re new gods! And you just happened to appear when we were born! And we happen to need a follower!”

“You do?”

“We do??” we said in surprise, not really expecting that response.

“Of course we do! And lucky you, you’re the first soul to show up here because… ooh! You have a destiny to become that new follower! And to show our appreciation, we’ll even help by restoring you back to life!”

“YOU WILL?!” she said excitedly, and we would’ve asked, but then we caught on a thought.

I wasn’t exactly sure what was going on in my siblings’ heads, but my thoughts were simply…

We can do that?!

The ecstatic glint in Tzeentch’s eye, followed by a thumbs up towards us in particular told us that, indeed, we can… which caused the rest of us to start grinning, it was very easy to work with and share the desires of your team when the team all originated from one mind, so, suffice to say, we were all on board with helping our new friend, the fact she’s going to be our first follower on the world was just a nice bonus, and a way to ensure that we don’t look to have some secret suspicious ulterior motive.

“With ease, since you are in our realm, you are linked with your body, by becoming our worshipper, we can more safely channel our blessings for you into the Materium, from I, the God Tzeentch of Knowledge and Sorcery, I shall grant you the ability to control your new abilities as a Psyker, a wielder of Warp Power, whose mind is a weapon.”

“You will need a better body than a corpse, I, the God Nurgle of Life and Nature, shall restore it, and indeed bolster your constitution, so you don’t need to suffer any complications, do you have any allergies?”

“Um… yes?”

“No you don’t.” I say with a grin.

“...oh!” she caught my statement’s meaning quickly, and seemed to have a rather excited feeling radiating from her being because of it.

“Well, if you’re giving our new priestess gifts, I’m not gonna be left out. I am Khorne, God of Justice and Combat, and I grant you skill, your body and mind will gain the techniques and skills of many great martial artists such as the legendary Bruce Lee, so that you can better protect those under your watch.”

“Saving the best for last? Of course, I know what a girl wants. As the Goddess of Sex, Arts, and Motherhood, Slaanesh, I will be giving two very special gifts, the first is simple, your race goes through Estrus, right?”

“That’s right, it’s a bit embarrassing to lose control to my lust like that.”

“Well of course you won’t be worrying about that little problem, by my power, your desire will not control you, whether by Estrus, Aphrodisiac or simple overwhelming bliss~.” she stretched in rather erotic ways at that statement. “Your will shall be your own… on top of that, I’m gonna throw in the part where childbirth won’t be painful for you.”

There was silence in the Warp, the little soul just staring up at the Princess of Pleasure who kept that soft, sensual smile on her face.

Then she turned to Tzeentch and asked bluntly. “Can I just worship her instead?”

The Mecha God sounded like he was choking on a lemon while Khorne was losing his shit at the shameless question. I honestly wanted to chuckle a little, but my brother was suffering enough, so I settled for a placating smile.

“Now now, be nice, dear. I don’t want my brothers left out while I’m reaping the benefits… after all the more the merrier~.”

Oh look, now me and Khorne were having trouble.

Oh gods, why did we have to be such a pervert as a human?!

Thankfully, our little soul acquiesced and said no more on the matter, letting us recover.

“*ahem* Well then, with that settled, we’ll begin sending you back… tell us your name, little soul.” Tzeentch asked.

“Shaker, Shaker Stone, Great Tzeentch.”

“Shaker Stone, know that now you worship the four of the Empyrean Pantheon, speak of our name, and prove to all that Discord is the cursed outlier of what our domain truly is! We do not flinch from Harmony, we embrace it, our power does not force Disharmony, but Unity!

Know us, as Chaos Undivided!”

{Shaker Stone, Third Person.}

Shaker’s eyes shot open, finding herself in a closed casket, outside a proceeding was being held for her, many of her close friends were speaking of her character in memoriam, the one she woke up to was the voice of a squadmate, one Silk Striker, a well known stallion with a reputation for being a supposed ‘ladies man’, but she just knew him for being an idiot.

“In moments I find myself looking back and regretting so many things while we were working together. I admit that on several occasions, I had forgotten to pack a lunch, and since I dread to have what the Mess Hall calls food, I had taken to… borrowing from others—”

Suddenly, the door of the coffin burst open, a well-dressed and fully intact Shaker Stone sitting up with triumph and indignation on her face. “AHA! I KNEW YOU WERE THE ONE STEALING MY SANDWICHES!”

Shaker Stone did not originally believe that a stallion was capable of screaming like a little filly, but she couldn’t help but feel an impish glee at Silk proving her wrong, let alone stop her grin at the sight of the entire procession metaphorically shitting themselves at the sudden reveal.