The confrontation continued for a long time, until the Great Devourer realized that Tzeentch was only losing some energy, while it was paying with actual biomass.
Only the Great Devourer stood to lose in such a contest. At last, it set aside its arrogance and said, "What do you want?"
"That's more like it." Tzeentch's stern expression broke into a smile. "We are equals. We are the same. In realspace, you may appear to be the most powerful, but your fate has already been decided."
"There is a place for you on the Chaos Star."
"I do not want to become something like you."
"Yes, you don't want to now. Ten thousand years ago, humanity's Emperor didn't want to either. Seventy million years ago, neither did the Old Ones." Tzeentch smiled. "That's all right. I understand, I understand. What I want to discuss now is another matter."
"In a thriving pond, everything lives in harmony, and every species has its place. They fight one another and compete with one another. Sometimes one species wins, sometimes another does. Such a state of constant change is wonderful."
"We all enjoy it. We watch quietly from the bank, occasionally fishing out a fish we like to keep in our own ponds."
"But some people want to disrupt that state of affairs. Once an enormous shark capable of devouring everything enters the pond, the balance is broken. Preventing a future where every fish is eaten by the shark is precisely why I am helping you."
A trace of sincerity entered Tzeentch's voice. It truly had not lied to the Great Devourer; its aim was to sabotage the Emperor's plan.
Slaanesh had failed, and Khorne had failed too. Khorne had even blessed that human soul-fragment of the Emperor!
The thought infuriated Tzeentch. According to the