The Emperor: It Seemed Something Had Happened

The Chaos Gods had never understood the meaning of unity, because their very essence was chaos itself.

If given the chance to completely kill all their brothers and sisters, not a single Chaos God would hesitate in the slightest.

They would only shovel a few more spadefuls of dirt onto the graves of their beloved family and friends, weld the graves shut with molten bronze and iron, then toss them into a star to be completely vaporized.

And the more miserably Nurgle wailed, the more excited the other Chaos Gods became.

The stinking fat man who grinned all day had irritated the other gods for a very long time.

Everyone knew this was absolutely Tzeentch's scheme. He had caused the Primarch Nurgle had practically acquired to escape, and in the blink of an eye, she had already left the range controlled by the Garden of Decay.

Although the other Chaos Gods loathed being manipulated by Tzeentch, they would not begrudge lending their strength if it meant thoroughly disgusting Nurgle.

Though Slaanesh was also deeply interested in the feminized Mortarion, he was even more concerned about Isha, whom Nurgle had stolen away.

There would be plenty of chances to find Mortarion after she escaped into the material universe, but Isha rarely revealed herself.

With Slaanesh's first cry, the vast Aeldari Empire had turned to ashes, and the gods of the pantheon had been swallowed into Slaanesh's belly.

He thought of it day and night, night and day. No matter how he tossed and turned, he could not forget it.

He loved and hated it in equal measure. That intense, twisted feeling made Slaanesh's power surge higher, and he swung the long whip in his hand, viciously lashing Nurgle's divine body.

A deep whip mark that cut to the bone appeared across