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"Now?"
"No. They've only just arrived. Be patient!" The Trickster of Tzeentch hissed to the servants he was assigned, watching from the lip of the Black Pit. His master's grand plan, of which he was afforded a key place as Unleasher of the project constructed on the Changer's orders, was commencing.
The Changeling could see it from here-- the great red river of ruin Skarbrand and his pet god were carving through the land. Rare were the times Tzeentch directly commanded his Trickster, but this would be one such occasion and all could see the merits of it.
" That's going to take eons to rebuild. So many hopes, dreams, lies-- captured and made solid." The Horror groused, twirling his Trickster's staff in his hands. Behind him, pink and blue horrors capered.
" Now?" One ask, impatient, literally vibrating with it.
"No, not now!" The taller Daemon hissed at it, for what must've been the hundredth time. A loud clatter caught their attention-- the Impossible Fortress had fallen. The Maze Thralls were out in full frenzied force. Tzeentch slithered from the wounds wrought in the walls of his home to face his attackers.
"....Now?" The Horror asked again, hopeful.
"Wait. Wait..." The Changeling watched the Fused God and his own size one another up. Then they pounced, and he turned to his fellow Horrors. "Now!"
The incantation began. And something rose from the center of the Black Pit...
---
Tzeentch rarely left the Hidden Library, secreted at the heart of the Impossible Fortress, itself situated in the nigh-impassable Maze of Crystals. All the gods had dozens and dozens of battle legends to their names; times when they were forced to intervene personally and duel a force greater than any of their daemons. But as he watched the two gods size each other up, Skarbrand could recall no such tales about Tzeentch.
He was not a god of warriors. The Changer was patron to revolutionaries, politicians, magic users, and mutants. Battle was not in his portfolio.
And yet none could deny how he held his own against Malal-Khade, a combination of magic, strength, duplicity, and agility making for a formidable enemy. Just watching the clash had become dangerous, as Tzeentch rained down magic in wanton quantities: storms of shredding wind and hails of blazing wyrdflame. Malal-Khade shook these attacks off well enough, but Skarbrand and his daemons were just that: daemons. Daemons and the regretful mortals who had followed them into the mouth of hell itself to bear witness to two of it's Fell rulers dueling to the death.
" We should leave." Kha'xanzyr hissed to Skarbrand among the carnage. The Reaper snarled and shot him a look. " You would pass up watching the Changer die, Architect?"
" When he dies, this realm will unravel. And we shall perish alongside him. Tzeentch is no match for my Patron."
As Kha'xanzyr said this, Malal-Khade struck with his pilfered blade. He pushed the weapon into the serpentine guts of the great avian-marine god, wrenching a horrid sound from the faces on his chest. Tzeentch responded by lurching forward with his tentacles, squeezing and choking Malal-Khade about the throne, but the War God roared and lit up his skin with black lightning. It singed across the Change-Lords body, the God's flesh running like tallow as he shrieked and pulled away. With each hit he took, the Realm of Tzeentch trembled, the pain of the Changer trembling through it.
Skarbrand saw reason then and there, though he allowed himself a final look at the Supreme Lord of Change, crossed and pierced with wounds, dripping his arcane ichor. "We leave." He agreed, looking at Kha'xanzyr and Khazaan, who nodded and shouted the order. Skarbrand's army pulled back, abandoning the Maze Crazed to their own insane devices, reticent of the world itself cracking beneath their hooves.
If Malal-Khade noticed Skarbrand's retreat, he said nothing. His own forces fought on, until they were ground to blood and bones beneath the relentless onslaught of Tzeentch's ravening hordes. Tzeentch himself was no easy score, but Malal-Khade was the Firstling and the Misbegotten-- the Firstborn and the Feared. He had stumbled and Tzeentch had disappeared into flame at the moment, reappearing behind the challenger. But Malal-Khade had predicted this, spinning on his hooves and wrenching his warped blade upwards with quicksilver perfection and brutal strength. The blade sliced through Tzeentch's chest-face, then bisected his beak-mouth, severing no few tentacles in it's wake.
The Great Lord of Change, each eye blown wide, lurched and choked, spewing arcane rich blood from both mouths. Malal-Khade watched him die with cool, cruel satisfaction.
"Iอฅ sอhอชoอฆuองldอฉ hอชaอฃvอฎeอค sอleอคw yoอฆuอง whอชeอคn Iอฅ hอชaอฃdอฉ แดโทฎhอชeอค oอฆััoอฆrอฌแดโทฎuองniอฅแดโทฎy." The Windlord cursed.
"๐๐. ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐. ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐. ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐." The younger god growled, watching Tzeentch collapse and quite literally shatter to pieces among the remains of his labyrinth and fortress. Malal-Khade basked in his victory, in the destruction he had wrought. His army was gone, killed to a daemon and a man, but it had been a worth trade to destroy one of the four. He looked at the blade in his hands-- warped and twisted beyond use. Extending an arm, Malal-Khade went to discard to weapon, but found his fists tight and unwilling to drop it.
"๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐?" Malal bullied his way to the fore of the joining, hissing at his other-self.
"๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐? ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐."
"๐
๐๐๐! ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐! ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐-๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐. ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐ ๐๐, ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐!" Malal argued back. "๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐."
"๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐. ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐." Khade responded. They must've looked quite mad then, arguing with themselves. They must've fit in quite well with the rest of the daemons there, who saw them. " ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐."
"๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐! ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐." Malal snarled and the joined form agitated.
"๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐๐๐."
"๐๐๐๐๐๐? ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐! ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐. ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐! ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐!" Another ripple. The Gods bickered and bickered. They argued and fought about who was next on their list to be slain. They argued so fervently that they did not see that Changer was not so dead.
That killing him was never going to be so simple.
---
Millenniums had passed since Tzeentch had been reduced to Fractals. He remembered it still-- Khorne, Nurgle, and Slaanesh heaving him off of the Endless Mountains after an expertly laid trap. It wasn't one of his finest moments...but unlike then, this shattering was quite purposeful. Another step, as always, in the Great Scheme.
For the Changer was not as dead as the two bickering gods might've hoped. Oh, Khorne's blade with it's vehemence against his very being would take time to repair from, but he would. He would come back, more or less the same, but the same could not be said of these fools. All around him, the Changer could feel the minute consequences of his Labyrinth being shattered. The Realms were drifting, the winds were rising to a tempest in the mortal world, and countless realities had risen with each swing of Malal-Khade sword against the Crystal Maze. Possibility, potentialities, alternative worlds-- all unleashed and so haphazardly.
But he would investigate those later, when he had proper eyes and body to do such with. Right now, he could only see from his realm; a million eyes ensconced in the very earth and sky, spying and prying. And what he saw pleased him greatly.
His project, completed, striding over the realms to deal with this interloper. Tzeentch hadn't had an allusions about how he would fair against the kin of Khorne, let alone two. But his sentinel, his weapon.
His Collar of Khade was a different story entirely. It had been fitted with the Rage Pox, the roiling red liquid sloshing around in vials on it's frame like obscene growths. It had been stolen from Nurgle's lands at great pains, the machine further scored with runes of domination. But there was something Tzeentch hadn't known-- that those runes had been tampered with, sabotaged by a servant of Khade and one of his own feathered brood...
---
Malal-Khade hadn't seen the giant skeletal beast of metal that had approached the aftermath of the battle. Due their own lack of oversight or perhaps the lingering will of the slain Tzeentch, they hadn't heard it or sensed it, not until it was upon them. With metal fists forged by daemon-smiths, it pummeled the injured god with one hand and wrenched the wrap blade from his grip with the other. Off it went flying, too far to reach. Malal-Khade made to defend, but the Collar of Khade lunged and undid itself. Like a straight-jacket of divine metal, it caged the Fused God within itself and the runes of domination blazed to life.
Malal-Khade screamed, feeling the acid of control bending and corroding his will. But he was two gods, not one, and Malal was a horrid thing that should not have been. In that battle of wills, the runes had failed; burned themselves out and left an exhausted hybrid in it's wake.
But if anyone had contingencies, it was Tzeentch, and into the body of the joint god, the Rage Pox drained. It had killed Slaanesh's spawn, which Malal was, but Khade was the God of Unmaking and the pox was a thing of magic. And so when Malal-Khade fell, he was not stricken with death.
"ะฝuองsอhอช liอฅแดโทฎแดโทฎleอค ะฒaอฃะฒy dอฉoอฆn'ฬแดโทฎ sอaอฃy aอฃ woอฆrอฌdอฉ,ฬ แดโทฎcอจhอชaอฃrอฌ'ฬsอ goอฆiอฅng แดโทฎoอฆ mอซaอฃแดโทฆeอค yoอฆuอง aอฃ mอซoอฆcอจแดโทฆiอฅng ะฒiอฅrอฌdอฉ~." Tzeentch crooned the song as Malal-Khade tried, and failed, to keep his eyes open.
It had been a risky gambit, but one that would pay off in the future...
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โHey, whatโs up! I know this is a bit late but I had some things to say to all of you.โ
โ2023 was probably the worst year for the mun and I. Without going into details, it was just rough. But over the last five months or so, Iโve been truly blessed with all the friends Iโve made to make the all the bad go away. Thank you all for your participation, friendship and kindness. I couldnโt be happier. This one goes out to all of you, a little tribute to the small community we made here. Now, without further ado!!โ
โWake me up!โ
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Thank you all for a wonderful end of 2023, you all mean the world to me. It has been a crazy year and while this post is... 9 days late, I'd like for everyone to know that I love and appreciate all your characters, ideas and constant stream of fun and creativity. Here's to a better 2024!
Special shout outs to those I didn't get icons from but still take up space in my brain factory/Who I'd like to get to know better this year. @pinklocksoflove @lawain-dimensional-heroes @vixlenxe @boomermania @alchemistdetective @house-of-tales @witness-of-fear @nobuverse @midnightactual and many many others!
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hi the hyperfixation is beating my ass so its hfjone post time
its genuinely so good. heres the official youtube playlist if any of what im about to say makes you want to watch it: :D
alright. there shouldnt be any massive spoilers but this is gonna be long. so, without any further ado,
"WHY YOU SHOULD WATCH ONE", A POST BY SOMEONE WHO IS NOTORIOUSLY BAD WITH WORDS
you ever wanted a story about anthropomorphic objects that feel more like people than some actual human beings in other media? you ever wanted heart-wrenching depictions of trauma? you ever wanted to watch something that will very likely make you cry?
if you said yes to even one of those- or none, i dont know if i would have, either, and look where i ended up- you're in the right place.
one is incredibly dark. characters have actual panic attacks. there's a scene where someone hallucinates. Everyone Is Traumatized. add in a sprinkle of existential horror and that's essentially what this show is
that's not to say that it isn't enjoyable! there are moments that, to me at least, are absolutely hilarious spread throughout.
now if any of this hasnt convinced you uh. to my moots specifically please watch it i Need to talk to someone about this show (/pf /nf ofc)
in all seriousness, this show has genuinely changed me and i really want other people to experience it too
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