Chaos Undivided

{And Now a Word From Our Sponsor: Shaker Stone}

“Um, Stone? Are you sure this place is… safe?” Silk Striker said to me before I shushed him and whispered.

“Safer, I didn’t say safe I said safer, you’re lucky Tzeentch sent a warning to us in time, although it still gives me a headache.” I clutched at my head, soothing the pain from the pounding tides of the Warp rushing over my mind. “Ugh, I can feel the Warp trying to overtake me, it is not a good pain. The point is Celestia is kinda on a murder-spree that looks about twice as bad as whenever somepony says ‘necromancer’ within earshot of her.”

“Right but… in the dungeon??”

“Well yeah, it’s the last place she’d ever expect us to be, if you’re looking for a loose prisoner, the last place you’re going to check is in their cell, and since she’s looking for us to capture, the last place she’ll think we’re hiding is where she wants us.”

“Okay…” Silk said, humming in thought, before eyes going wide. “Stone… this is the last place she’ll look for us… that means she’ll look for us here eventually, we can’t stay here.”

“Right, luckily half of the message I got from Tzeentch was where the headache came from since he got us an escape plan. It’s gonna be a bit of a tricky ritual but since I’m a Psyker, I’ve got enough expertise to walk us through it, you brought the sapphire chalk?”

“Shaker, you saw me snatch it from outside the Mage’s tower.” the stallion huffed, handing a small box to me.

“Perfect!” I grabbed the box in my field before grabbing the gem-infused drawing implement and began scrawling the proper sigils onto the wall, the mark of Tzeentch firmly front and centre around a circle of different runes and glyphs, some the basic foci while the rest were numeric sigils of 0-9 to write down coordinates. The combination I put down, with luck, should put us on the edge of the Everfree forest, on the side closest to Ponyville, where we’d be able to hide out by nature of it being one of the few multi-tribe towns.

“I am so glad one of my tributes was a map of Equestria.” I mutter aloud before finishing the inscription. “Alright, now all we need is a sacrifice, something that I can channel into to weaken the walls between the Material plane and the Warp…”

“Is this like components needed for magic?”

“Hopefully? We can use that instead of an actual sacrifice.” I say before taking a gold coin and an onyx, pressing them together, channelling into them not my magic, but rather Warp Lightning drawn from my psykic (Tzeentch insisted on the spelling) powers, which I channelled further into the wall.

The mana-reactive material suddenly lit up a natural blue as the components crumbled to dust, before twisting into a rather unnatural violet as reality seemed to stretch and deform before collapsing into itself, forming a semi-stable Warp-Rift.

“There, that’s our ticket out, we’ll go in here, travel through the Warp, and then pop out at the coordinates I marked in the circle.”

“Um… I’m not so sure we should—”

“Shaker… Striker… I am not playing your games, Chaos Spawn!!” The rather resonant sound of a furious Alicorn’s voice reverberated through the walls as the echoing scream of gold scraping against rock reached their ears.

“—hesitate for even a second, see you on the other side!” and with that, Silk Striker leapt in, leaving me to blink before I hurriedly followed in, the rift destabilizing behind us, with unknown consequences.

{In The Warp, Third Person}

Suddenly, two ponies popped out of a swirling vortex that quickly closed behind them.

“You know, those two are lucky we’re the only things in here at the moment, no Neverborn here to snack on them, then again I doubt we’ll ever get pony-sized gellar field generators in any capacity.” Tzeentch mused, watching the two bodies looking like they were tripping balls in the rather tame yet still partially raw sea of rampant emotions, before getting a meme-worthy idea.

He then promptly took one metal finger, set it behind the two and…

“Nyoom!”

{Material Mare! It’s Shaker Stone}

“SHIT!” I yelled as we launched out of the portal, and slammed into a nearby tree, Silk broke the trunk… and then I toppled the whole thing, leaving us sprawled on the ground in pain. “Ow… my bones.”

{Ladies, Look At Your Man, Then Back To Tzeentch}

“Oh fuck! Um… o-oops?”

{Ethereal Comments}

Khorne: Oops?! Really?? You almost killed our only two followers!!
Tzeentch: I said I was sorry, okay! You don’t need to go at me again for what you already knew happened!
Slaanesh: frankly I feel we can still judge you for going ‘oops’ at almost murder.
Discord: true, true, I expected you to be better than this.
Tzeentch: Bruh you expect me to be a duplicitous cunt.
Discord: as opposed to a careless idiot going for a meme without thinking?
Tzeentch: …FUCK…
Nurgle: I hate that he has a point.
Tzeentch: how do you think I feel?!

{And Now For Something Completely Discord. 3 Days after Luna’s imprisonment.}

I emerged back into the normal world, shuddering at how subtle I was, my only solace was that I would be inflicting mass amounts of Chaos for whatever plans my siblings had cooked up, if not in general.

With my change into an entirely new state of being, one formed of the more unconditional and forgiving energies of magic rather than the wild thrashings of psychic energy of the Warp, I was made all the more aware of the weaknesses my old manifestation had. It was far more powerful than what I had now, yes, but the problem was that the power given to those of the Warp was fickle at best, subject to come and leave from one second to the next, dependent on the whims of mortal minds.

Now, my mind was truly my own, the power was weaker than my peak but reliable and not subject to disappear at any moment. Knowing such a thing means that I can now exploit that same weakness against my siblings, to maximum effect, unlike the materials that had fortunately up until now have never even brushed the edge of the warp. I could not simply demand all faith be silenced, it was an effort in futility to prevent someone believing in something greater, even if it was faith in mere concepts like hope, and even then with them being darker aspects of the living psyche, simply removing the worship would not stop them.

No, the better solution would be to not deny faith, but focus it towards something that opposes them. That way, not only is their own worship weakened, but the new presence in the Warp would also emerge empowered and able to further incapacitate them on their own playing field. The best news was I had the perfect candidate.

I walk into the town most emotionally vulnerable, the town of Appleoosa, where a resident had fallen victim to the powers of the plaguefather, afflicted with a horrible disease that had turned him into an apple-tree, and no doubt he’s taken inspiration from Swamp Fever and made the apples on him and the orchard just as virulent.

“EVERYPONY!” I call aloud, causing the panicked crowd to stop and turn to me, disguised as an Earth-Pony in monk garb. “I come now in your darkest hour, to warn you of the horrors plaguing our land, neigh, our world!” I speak dramatically, pulling up a crate to stand atop as the ponies gathered.

“Already you see its vile tendrils reach out and take one of our own! Brought down by a horrid disease born of a great enemy to all life!” I stamp my left fore-hoof. “NURGLE! The crafter of wicked plagues and horrific toxins! And he is not alone! For there are three others! Tzeentch, the weaver of lies and the planner of schemes! Khorne, the god of bloodshed and carnage whose followers care not who is innocent or guilty, they shall gut you all the same! And Slaanesh! A vile perverted freak that will find pleasure in your pain, and commit torture in order to satisfy her lusts!”

The ponies hung on my every word, some looking rather green from my colourful explanations. “They wish to destroy all that we have built, whispering sweet lies in our ears so that we may turn on our own family, friends and even the other races we share this world with. But there is hope, for on our side is their great enemy!”

I pull out a banner, their eyes widening at the sight of a burning star shining upon a glistening white silhouette of an Alicorn. “The great guiding light of our Equestria, the one who has saved us from darkness before and will do so again. She is the sun manifest, she is a goddess made flesh, one deserving of our faith for she will ask nothing of you and yet still give with all her heart! That is our Princess! That is Celestia! The Mare of Harmony that stands against the Chaos! PRAISE THE SUN!”

“PRAISE THE SUN! PRAISE THE SUN! PRAISE THE SUN!” I heard them chanting, my plan in motion, the first town of many.

By this time next year, the Warp will shudder, and a new god will rise.

{Ethereal Comments}

Discord: ... Why is everyone staring at me?
Khorne: Are you fucking stupid?! You want to kill us so you decide to make an Empress of Ponykind?! A PONY ANATHEMA?!
Tzeentch: I concur, and you believed me to be a disappointment.
Discord: I don’t care for your tone…
Slaanesh: well think, genius, after you overcharge Celestia into a Chaos-Slaying Warp Goddess and point her our way, who do you think she’d go after she’s through with us, Mr. Lord of Chaos??
Discord: …I see the problem.
All 4: OH DO YA?!