For Them

Tzeench unlocked the small cage upon his belt, and immediately Vilek the heretic flung himself onto the table before him, a table, in a room, unlike anything the being had ever seen. It was a large, domed, spherical room of many levels, and countless number of servitors and tech priests slaved away on catwalks which wound chaotically around the entire room's edges, libraries of texts adorned almost all space at their levels, several volumes of the codex aestartes laid about with slanderous adjustments implemented to them. seeing all he could of the higher areas, Vilek turned to his closer surroundings which were a sight in and of themselves. The vast table was surrounded by a series of thrones, Tzeench's was moderately sized and made of fine silver and constantly changing precious stones, sapphire, then emerald, then rubies and so on. The armrests were also morphed in the shapes of multiple creature's heads, from Imperial eagles to lictors, and all of them snarled or roared at Vilek in sheer loathing.

Khorne's was next, and by no means more appealing, aside from being entirely made up of skulls and positively titanic in size, the throne seemed to weep blood from each skull's eye sockets, bathing the clean white bones in a constant crimson tide. Surrounding the throne were multiple helmets of various soldiers, eldar banshee, and space marine paladin helmets were apparently favorites.

Next came the throne of Slaanesh, strangely, the most normal of the four. His/her throne was made up of fine leather dyed his symbol's shade of pink. Around the throne flocked an absolute horde of both male and female concubine daemonettes, and great statues of more concubines, from various body parts spewed what the thoroughly embarrassed heretic assumed was hopefully assumed was wine if some sort. Aside from this, just as the throne the last two Gods had emitted a feeling of unevenness and bloodlust in order, Slaanesh's seemed to emit feelings of regular lust, as well as sloth-like laziness.
Finally came the throne of Nurgle, which was fucking alive. The throne not only had great tentacles lashing out and ensnaring any tech priest or concubine unlucky to wander in too close, but huge maws with which to devour any prey not rotted away by that point. Around the throne played little nurglings and plague bearers, completely ignored by the living chair, even a great unclean one slept Snorlax style on the chair's seat. In fact, the throne would occasionally give an unlucky individual to these little creatures as a plaything, while rubbing the bellies of some with it's appendages. What really got to Vilek, however, was the great bloodshot eye on the top of the throne. Always watching, never blinking, parasites crawling all over it, without it caring, all to watch him...
Vilek also took the time to notice a fifth chair at the table. It was as though a Terran architect had designed it, the entire chair was a gothic city, with towers, buildings, and walls (to keep out the plague bearers no doubt) and Vilek could have sworn he had seen tiny white entities living out their lives on its surface, for the throne looked as though it had not been occupied for ages. Aside from these small, incredible details, the throne was pitch black, save for a white fanged skull adorning the top.
"Malal" Vilek thought aloud.
"You must forgive my brothers" Tzeench said, bringing Vilek back to reality. "They love breaking new toys, but tell me toy, what do you know of Theseus Prime?" Vilek was about to speak when the smell of blood, sex, and vomit suddenly made themselves known as the remaining Gods arrived in their chairs. "YES!" Khorne bellowed while I sheathing a maul, "TELL US WORM! BEFORE I TEAR YOU ASUNDER FOR YOUR INTRUSION!" "Yessss" Nurgle said whilst throwing flesh chunks like breadcrumbs to his little ones and rubbing the Great unclean one's belly, eliciting a revolting squeal from the daemon in question. "Enlighten your Gods".
"Pretty please...?" Slannesh added whilst drinking from one of the suggestive fountains surrounding him. "W-well, P-Parix and, and Elegost are m-my masters... " Vilek began, "and they're trapped as g-g-ghosts bec-because Lord... M-Malal, he..." Vilek winced at the recollection of the God's treatment of him, "he," was all Vilek could say before his speech was stolen from him.
"Honestly, you make me sound so evil" said none other than Malal, as he materialized in his throne, crushing several tiny citizens. At the sight of his former tormentor, Vilek ran and hid behind a large stein belonging to a fuming blood God. "Malal, you are... unexpected," Tzeench began, "but if you can enlighten us as to this Heretic's purpose, do share..."
"Well my dear brother, it all began on Theseus Prime..."
Several minutes, and a few arguments later, the four other Gods were intrigued and irritated beyond imagination. Khorne stood as he broke the silence, fuming as usual, "WE MUST STRIKE BROTHERS! CALL THE LEGIONS! WE SHALL TAKE THESEUS FROM THESE WEAKLINGS WITHIN A FORTNIGHT!" "Calm yourself brother, the leaders of this land are in control of a divine and strange power, one that annihilated our previous legion in seconds, which is why I elect blessings." Malal reasoned, unsuccessfully. "You are gone spying on OUR LEGOIN for all these years, and YOU want to distribute blessings!?" Nurgle snapped in defiance. "To be fair," Tzeench interrupted, "I am not so innocent in observing myself, but I agree with Malal. The leader of these Xenos has a weak will, we must break her to snuff this power she wields against us. Blessings are our greatest chance without sacrificing an entire legion again." Khorne and Nurgle looked at each other in submission, both turning to the God of Malice and reluctantly nodding. Slasnesh followed suit, he wasn't paying attention, but desired another race to defile greatly. "Then it is agreed" Malal said. "Vilek, come forth" the heretic still cowering behind the blood God's massive but empty stein, began to stagger toward the center of the table, as he did, he noticed the five Gods opening small rifts in reality and pulling out various entities from across their respective kingdoms. From Khorne came ten of his red daemons the blood letters, and five berserkers, from Tzeench came a small troop of six regular marines, and one dreadnought fitted with a gigantic flamer. From Slaanesh came a horde of daemonettes of various shapes and sizes, much like Nurgle's addition of ten plague marines and a small bunch of nurglings. Malal however, made a very small contribution of one twisted tech marine, and a horde of twenty heretics, all of these forces forming file behind Vilek as he strode to the table's center.
Upon reaching the center, Vilek felt himself change again, as his body seemed to morph beneath him, he cried out as his muscles tore and reformed to give him a tremendous physique. His robes tore away, only to be replaced by a great suit of desecrated artificier's power armor, complete with lightning claws on the gauntlets. The armor was of black legion style, in honor of those lost, with ancient skulls decorating the shoulder pads. Upon the transformation's completion, Vilek stood triumphantly, a heretic no longer, but a great warlord reborn. As he stood and collected himself, Vilek saw a great rift open before him, to what he could only assume was a city on Theseus Prime. The Gods spoke now as one, in perfect synchronization, "Go forth Vilek The Blessed, go forth and burn away this world in our glorious names!" "I shan't disappoint you my Lords." And with that, they entered the portal.
The ponies of Stallbluf were living their boring and predictable lives as another day brought Celestia's sun to them, her massive temple to herself, her sister, and the elements marked the city square where ponies bowed to her "omnipotence". In truth, the princesses did nothing whatsoever, they simply lied to their uneducated subjects that they had great and terrifying power worthy of praise, and remarkably, it worked. The square however, did not remain so peaceful for long. For all of a sudden, a vast force of terrifying bipedal creatures, of all shapes and sizes seemed to appear marching out of a portal in thin air, the new guests marching behind a humongous, terrifying creature with great claws for hands. Just as one of the stationed Celestial Guardsmen began to ask who they were in a terrified tone, a clawed hand appeared jutting from his front section, then the other appeared. The Guardsman beginning to cough up blood and spasm from the electricity was suddenly hoisted slowly in the air, above the creature's head and was swiftly torn in half before everyone in the square. The surrounding ponies screamed, the invaders prepared, and their leader uttered but two words to set loose the hound of hell. "Be foul".

Author's Note

Christ my hand hurts. And for those who didn't catch on, blessings are the Gods giving troops and other benefits to a certain individual worthy of them... It's 3am here in the Midwest, like, comment, enjoy if you feel like it. Protect your precious bodily fluids, and I will see you all later. Goodnight.