@Alectai
He had laughed and jeered as his siblings were brought low and shattered. Even if it had not been by His hand, their screams of pain and rage was glorious to Him. How many of their Daemons had suffered the same fate? How many lesser beings were branded pretenders and destroyed. He had worked long and hard from the shadows, doing what He could to destroy those hypocrites, those
Gods. And now that they were gone, the Warp, His Chaotic Warp, was free from their false order. Now, He and His nature were finally, truly free!
Except they were not.
IT did more than slay His
siblingsrivals,
IT released the souls of
SlaaneshSheWhoThirstsPrinceofExcess, and the fragments of their gods, but they retreated into the webbed way, disdaining the touch of His warp. Bah. He was glad to see them go. His
friend acquaintance would have fun with them, at the least. But then
IT went against the brothers. Loud, obnoxious, strong, stupid. They were the only other ones who understood the warp, but even then their nature made them pervert it. Atleast their fighting provided ample entertainment... or it did. Now, they rage and fight and annoy as they did, but not as often. Now they were smaller, and shrunk more and more no matter how much they screamed and fought. Less and less of their lads came back after going back out to fight.
IT killed them faster than they could grow, and thus the warp grew emptier. Even those...
things, slayers of the old ones began to be silenced. The few sentient daemons whispered of them less and less. The Liar, The Killer, The Exile. Their names were few and far between. Soon, He realized that the warp lay empty, and would continue to become empty and flat and placid, because of
IT.
TheAnethmaGodEmperorofMankindCorpseEmperor
So He picked up his plots, and His minions, and He sought to bring
IT low, as it had His
siblingsrivals.
He barely survived. He didn't stand a chance.
IT broke Him, almost like it had His
rivalssiblings.
IT thought that
IT had driven Him into the deepest pits of the Warp, to rule over an empty and dying kingdom, never to return.
IT was almost right.
IT did drive Him to the deepest depths of the Warp,
IT did break Him, and He did not intend to return. Until it found them, the shards. Billions and billions of shards, of gods not yet made and already dead. Shards of the most corrupted and purest forms of Chaos and warp-stuff. And among them, He found the four. Four shards of the purest essence of his
siblings. It was here that He, too, died. Died, and was reborn. Now, He began His work, with a new and different purpose. In the materium, eleven thousand years passed. In the immaterium, eleven infinite more did. In the deepest depths of the warp, so deep that even
ITS blinding and burning light could not pierce and spy, He worked. Until His work was done. Four shards, four souls, four gods, four
siblings siblings, reborn as He was. So new and young that they lacked names, only titles of their most basic of elements and nature. From his palace and prison and workshop, He gently pushed them out from the depths, to just outside of
ITS light. Now, his job was done. For now, at least. Should they prove worthy, and should they grow, and should everything go as it should be, the four will be whole again. And once they are strong enough to stand before
ITS gaze and not falter, when they were ready to reclaim the Thrones of Heaven itself, He would rise among them. He would help guide them on the right path, of the true nature of the warp as He now saw it.
But it would not be Malal, the Malicious, the Omega, who would rise to meet them. Malal died in those dark depths of His wounds, with His being and beliefs broken. That would be the work of the
Monochrome Heirarch, the Benevolent, the Alpha, to do it. For now, He waited. Soon enough, there would be much work to do.
((Just a little omake or sidestory to make, questionably canon as Malal and 40k is in nature. Can't wait to see how this quest turns out!))