Gods' Pact

Slaanesh was a traitor to the Great Game.

Tzeentch's words drew opposition from Khorne and Nurgle.

"Traitor? Are we allies? Don't make me laugh..." Khorne stared at Tzeentch, his fingers scraping against the blade to make it sharper and deadlier.

"We're not allies... You're a nuisance too!" Nurgle's disgust for Tzeentch was so great that he could not even think of giving him a gift. He kept the filth by his side, offering Tzeentch nothing.

Tzeentch continued to smile, concealing his disdain and contempt.

The Emperor believed he was fighting one against four, but was it not the same for Tzeentch and the other gods?

While they sat here signing the pact, Khorne's daemon armies had extended the flames of war into the Great Library within Tzeentch's divine realm. Pillars of brass fire pierced through torn pages.

Nurgle's decayed stagnation gathered together the chaotic, ever-changing crystal fragments. The stupid daemons under his command stuffed those filthy shards into their intestines and stomachs to ferment them, creating rotten bubble ale that drove one mad.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!"

"For the Emperor!"

The roars of Slaanesh's daemon army and the Legion of the Damned irritated Tzeentch wave after wave. He shut off part of his perception so that he could focus on advancing the signing of the pact.

"Expand the Great Game from the Warp into reality. Achieving this will require all our efforts."

Khorne and Nurgle laughed mockingly. Tzeentch's words did not pique their interest, and Khorne was growing increasingly impatient.

"The entwined authorities will be separated! You will gain the sole right to define battle. Battle is the path to proving one's worthiness of glory, not merely one way to experience pleasure."

Khorne set down his sword. He was beginning to take an interest.

"The long separation will come to an