With the Emperor's complete death, the sword of Damocles hanging over humanity throughout the galaxy disappeared.
There was no longer a being awaiting apotheosis, ready to devour vast quantities of human flesh and souls.
But in return, without the Emperor's protection, humanity could rely only on itself in this cruel universe.
Within a vision in the Crystal Maze, Tzeentch stood on high, watching smugly as the Emperor of Mankind was forced to ascend to godhood.
In this timeline, Khorne had not intervened. The moment the Emperor rose from his throne, his soul and flesh were sublimated, and he became a new god of the Warp.
After devouring ninety-nine percent of the Imperium of Man's population, the Emperor of Mankind charged into the Warp with boundless fury and a thirst for revenge, intent on settling accounts with its chief gods.
His Legion of the Damned would become his daemonic army, and his Living Saints would become his Greater Daemons. These armies would follow the ascended Emperor into clashes with the other chief gods' daemonic hosts, killing and fighting one another.
Just like... just like everyday life in the Warp. Nothing much had changed.
"What a ridiculous, ignorant fool. You were the exalted Dark King, yet you lost yourself among mortals, and in the end, the divine authority you ascended with was merely revenge..." Tzeentch mocked disdainfully.
"Did you think the Dark King's authority over the end, supreme above all gods, was so easy to obtain? We told Horus that the battlefield where he would face you was a vast altar, and only the survivor would become the great Dark King."
"Horus believed us because he was foolish. Hehehe, why did you believe us too?"
Laughing, Tzeentch tapped the center of the Chaos Star. "The Dark King's divine authority was never at