Tzeentch, Get Out of My Head! (Seeking Collections, Seeking Recommendations!)

[You are gradually wrapped from head to toe by sticky, slimy, nauseating tentacles, unable to control a single part of your body, not even able to close your eyelids.]

[You can only watch helplessly as nine cultists hoist you high into the air.]

[You move slowly toward the city center, like a dish about to be served upon the table of Chaos.]

[You try desperately to turn your gaze, only to discover with sorrow that there seems to be no one left in the entire city who can save you.]

[On the ruined streets lie Cadian soldiers and local defenders everywhere, burning Leman Russ Tanks and crashed Thunderhawk Gunships... You even see a Terminator Power Armour kneeling, buried under a mountain of cultist corpses—even an Astartes as mighty as that has fallen...]

[The Imperium's resistance and counterattack have failed.]

[In your despair, you slowly realize that this planet has been completely taken over by the forces of Chaos, becoming a fallen Death World.]

[Every nine meters forward, a cultist in a purple robe steps out from the dark corners of the city, carrying a bloody mortal corpse as an offering, joining the grand parade with joy on its face.]

[They praise, they pray, they call out.]

[You want to roar, you want to curse, but you are powerless.]

[Your grief overwhelms you, and your mental state seems to slip into abnormality.]

[Faint, indistinct murmurs begin to echo at the edge of your hearing.]

[As the cultists press on, even the sky is gradually filled with a terrifying purple glow.]

[The air reeks of nauseating Chaos and the stench of blood. Priests of the cult, each clutching a staff and chanting prayers from beneath their hoods, join the procession.]

[Countless mortal corpses—men, women, and children alike—are lifted and floated by wisps of purple light... Among them are even some living people still screaming and struggling.]

[Your eyes are bloodshot, your mind heavy and dizzy.]

[You stubbornly resist the corruption of Chaos, holding onto your loyalty.]

[You fall into a daze, and you begin to pray sincerely to the Emperor, begging for His mercy to descend...]

[This grand sacrificial procession reaches its end. The sky above is awash in dazzling purple light, and the buildings at the city center are covered in layers of sticky, foul mortal flesh.]

[A massive pedestal of flesh, watered by billions of mortal corpses, towers in the heart of the city. Above it, a Chaos Portal hundreds of meters high splits the sky, seeping into your hazy, blurring vision.]

[Countless Pink Horrors and Blue Horrors hop and dance around the flesh pedestal, swaying in rhythm.]

[They shriek, they sing, they chant incantations of unknown effect over and over.]

[Guarded by countless Chaos Minions, a massive two-headed bird-man with black wings and a white robe watches you with keen interest, both bird heads fixed on you as the cultists hold you high.]

["Oh, pitiful yet fortunate mortal..." One beak of the two-headed bird-man clacks, emitting a low, terrifying rumble, while the other beak follows with praise. "By my lord's blessing... is this the one?"]

[The cultists, their eyes wild with madness, pass you down to the two-headed bird-man.]

[Pink Horrors crawl onto your back, supporting your body so that you are forced to face the even more horrifying sight before you.]

[The two-headed bird-man flaps its massive wings, its two heads swaying back and forth as it strolls up to you.]

[One head calls itself Carlos, the Weaver of Fates, servant of Tzeentch. The other head lets out a low, mocking laugh... And just from hearing the restrained whispers of this two-headed bird-man, your mind begins to scream in agony, your spirit on the verge of collapse.]

[Bloody tears stream from your forced-open eyes. You wish for death but cannot have it. You pray endlessly to the Emperor...]

[The Weaver of Fates, Carlos, seems to see through your foolish thoughts. One head mocks endlessly, saying that the salted meat who plays at sorcery will not descend, for this world is blessed by the Changer of Ways... The other head whispers temptations without pause.]

[Your arrival and disappearance have already drawn the attention of the Chaos Gods. Though the salted meat who dabbles in sorcery tried to hide your trail, you, fortunate one, have still appeared on Chaos ground.]

[If you nod in agreement, you will have everything you desire...]

[Power, knowledge, wealth—everything that exists in the universe.]

[If you willingly join Chaos, you will surely be elevated to Daemon Prince by the Chaos Gods, free from the troubles of life and death, and unburdened by the salted meat's hostility... One of Carlos's heads coaxes you step by step.]

["Think long, seek knowledge; knowledge breeds desire, desire breeds thought. Only Great Tzeentch, let none be caught." The other head twists and shakes, letting out a piercing cry of praise.]

[As if Carlos's praise has drawn the gaze of the Changer of Ways, the massive Chaos Portal in your vision trembles and warps. The purple glow engulfs the entire planet. Countless Chaos Demons bow their heads, kneeling at the base of the flesh pedestal.]

[Even the Weaver of Fates, Carlos, spreads its vast wings, facing the portal, its two bird heads slowly lowering.]

[The whispers at your ears grow even more terrifying. Your eyeballs seem to reach their limit, bursting and shattering...]

[But just as darkness claims you, you seem to see, through the purple glow of the Chaos Portal...]

[A phantom white serpent writhing and crawling in place.]

[A blue lamp-genie with no neck, every inch of its skin covered in countless faces, each with a different expression, each repeating the words of its master's head in a different tone.]

[A cloud of multicolored mist, voiceless itself, but murmuring through echoes bouncing off nearby buildings.]

[A green-skinned man in an ancient grey suit, where his face should be, a nameless purple halo hovers...]

[Your thoughts seem to freeze.]

[In your mind, only one unrecognizable yet deeply engraved word echoes over and over.]

[Tzeentch.]

[Accept it...]

[Embrace Chaos...]

[Embrace His blessing, become a Daemon Prince who will roar across the stars...]

[The whispers, more terrifying than ever, pierce straight through your mind.]

[Your spirit is on the verge of collapse; Chaos is about to corrupt your will.]

[You are already on the brink of death...]

[In your fading consciousness, as if adrift in an endless darkness, you catch a glimpse of a flickering flame.]

[It is your wavering flame of life, your heart of loyalty.]

[Suddenly, an ethereal hand rests near the flame, shielding the trembling fire from the surrounding darkness.]

[You strain to look and find it is a Catachan veteran who once fought alongside you. He stands silently by the flame, offering you a smile.]

[At the same time, another ethereal hand appears beside the flame—it belongs to the Cadian Watch Sergeant who fell at your side. He or she wears a Breathing Mask, says nothing, but simply raises a thumb toward you.]

[One by one, ethereal hands gather around the flame, shielding you from the darkness.]

[You suddenly realize that the owners of these ethereal hands are the mortals who died on the Chaos-occupied planet—fallen Cadian soldiers and local troopers, as well as the Astartes who gave their lives in exhaustion and loyalty.]

[They speak no words. They only silently guard the flame while gazing at you with a smile.]

[You have never fought alone... You fight for them, and for all of humanity.]

["Tzeentch... get out of my head!"]

[Your head splitting, on the verge of death, you suddenly let out a murmur, your voice gradually growing louder.]

["For the Emperor—"]

I see many friends think the protagonist will join Chaos and accept its blessings?

Haha, this is just to show the situation on the Chaos side.

You all lack loyalty!

Please collect, please recommend!

Next chapter a bit later.