The Warp.
In an endless, twisted great hall, the powers of Chaos wove together and divided the region, forming utterly different sights.
Khorne, the Blood God, sat upon the Skull Throne, while the sea of blood flooded beneath the steps and countless souls wailed within it.
On the other side, Grandfather Nurgle stirred the thick phlegm in his cauldron as filthy, viscous storms poured down, and thickets and rotten mushrooms grew all around.
The Lord of Pleasure half-reclined on a couch woven from endless desire, his flawless body faintly visible.
Opposite him was an endlessly shifting mass of blue ravens. The Lord of Change gazed into fate, constantly reflecting endless mirrored surfaces of a labyrinth.
These supreme gods of the Warp, beings who made countless lives twist in Fear, had ended their eternal strife.
They had gathered together as never before, discussing how to destroy The Savior, the Lord of Hell, so as to end the recently runaway order facing the Warp and recover their losses.
Buzz...
In the boundless Void above the great hall, a map made of skulls and a sea of blood was reflected.
It was a map that represented the countless domains and concepts of the Warp.
It encompassed space, time, and the illusory thing called fate all at once, nearly taking every dimension into itself, and reflected one special region after another.
Those places burned with vicious flames that the gods loathed, belonging to that Lord of Hell.
"Hellfire is destroying the fertile soil of the Warp. We must extinguish it and tear out that madman's claws and fangs."
The Blood God said this.
Now all the gods called the Lord of Hell a madman, a title even more loathsome than The Cursed.
Their loathing and dread of that madman was even greater than their