Khorne and Slaanesh, seated in the Court of the Covenant, both saw the Everchosen appear. Khorne snorted, his expression easing a little. "Sorry for the trouble again, our grand marshal."
"..." Archaon, the Chaos Everchosen, said nothing. He now ruled the eight mortal realms and had grown weary of meaningless assaults on the gates of Heaven. Out of contempt for the Chaos Gods, he deliberately looked across from Khorne at the beautiful, horrifying thing that writhed amid boundless pain and pleasure.
Two bright pools of purple gazed at the Everchosen. "You finally came, darling. It was my fault. I neglected you and pinned my hopes on another dear brother. But when we needed you, you still came. I'm so touched~ So, so touched~"
"I came for myself, not for you." Archaon's face remained expressionless. "I hear you've botched things again?"
"Still so blunt, just as always. Still breaking my heart, just as always~" Slaanesh clutched his chest, looking ready to cry. "Don't you think that's a little too hurtful?"
"Your heart can go fuck itself!" Provoked by Slaanesh, the Chaos Everchosen swore. "Isn't this exactly what you like? You're begging to be cursed at!"
"Oh, come now. We know each other too well. We both know you can't do without us, and we can't do without you. Fish need water, melons need vines, the Everchosen needs the Four Gods' seedlings. Sailing the Mediterranean takes a pope, sheep need a shepherd, grapes need a tree, and the Empyrean needs us four red suns~"
Well, now he was singing, too!
"Keep singing. If there's nothing else, I'm leaving." Archaon was already used to Slaanesh's nonsense.
"Hey, don't! I haven't finished!" Slaanesh grew even more enthusiastic. "Khorne's Eighth Circle, pass the orders down~"
Archaon casually grabbed a meat pie from the table and