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When one realm meets two others
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If you want peace, then you must prepare for war.
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The explosion could be seen throughout reality whatever caused it would forever remain a mystery.
Perhaps it was someone's foolish attempt of acquiring great power or perhaps it was the side effect of something long forgotten, regardless the results were the same.
A tear, in reality, had formed, one which had never been seen before.
Darkside God of Evil and the ruler of Apokalips decided to explore whatever was on the other side of the tear and bind it to his will.
However, what he found on the other side was more than he could have ever imagined.
A galaxy at war with itself and everything else.
Mad gods waged war on one another in their immaterial realm as well as the material.
Gods of real space both broken and not consumed and protected life.
Countless species died by the billions and this was all normal here, in fact, what he found that if it had to put into words this was a slow day within this realm.
He was about to give the order for his forces to attack when he noticed several tears, in reality, open not too far from his location.
Just as he had seen the realm and its gods, so had they seen him and his domain.
He smiled at this, these beings were nothing compared to him, he alone would be more than enough to deal with them, but a king doesn't soil his hands with trash.
Se he simply walked back thru the tear and gave the order for the invasion to begin.
The two armies met in space, their ships shattering and exploding by the thousands, demons fought one another in numbers unimaginable even for someone such as himself.
Chaos super soldiers and insane Humans as well as aliens fought against his slaves\servants for months and yet the fighting showed no signs of slowing down, instead, it seemed to be picking up speed.
It was of no consequence and then he heard then.
"What!"
"Waaa!" Attracted by the ever-growing war Gork and Mork led their armies to his realm.
The fleets of the greens kind orks crashed into the five fleets ta were already fighting one another and began to attack everyone in sight.
The stupid creatures died one after another, but there were so many of them that fr every one that fell ten more took its place.
He was about to finally enter the fight when he noticed not one but several fragments of a long defeated god of war had joined in the fight, with them were not one but several Eldar.
The Eldar had been forced into the war as every vision their farseers could see was their race becoming enslaved to Darkside would he win the ongoing war.
However, the Eldar were not alone in desperation they brought with them the humans of this realm, the humans were dealt with quickly, however, they managed to call for help before the last of them died pitifully.
Darkside had to admit that for the first time in countless ages he felt somewhat intrigued, even as the humans died, they continued to fight.
They fought fanatically and continued to do so even as their comrades died next to them, even when they died in the most horrific way possible [At the moment]
Still, the war raged on and finally, the human's reinforcements arrived.
The fleets fought one another in space and finally was the tear, in reality, breached, however, it was not by his armies.
Within moments Apokalips his world his kingdom became a battlefield the kind none could have imagined.
Weapons of mass destruction were captured and retaken by all sides as one army after another tried to, dared to destroy his world.
The taint of the Chaos gods spilled into his realm and for the first time in ages, there was no place for rest in his world.
The humans fought on either taking or destroying any building they encountered.
If they couldn't have them then no one would have them.
He finally had enough and he entered the war, the moment he made his presence known the shards of the brokenEldar god of war became one and chared at him.
However, it was not alone a massive machine named Gorka-Morka joined the avatar.
Under normal circumstances, Darkside would have crushed these foolish beings, but they were not alone, the Gods of chaos deemed Darkside a new contender in their game.
His realm was not officially the material realm, meaning that they could enter it.
For the second time in existence, Darkside felt fear, the god of war, the true god of war met him in battle, every blow of the Blood God's sword carried every act of violence that had been done since the moment of creation.
Including the ones done by Darkside himself.
The God of Change drove ll of the armies to fight one another in ways that none could believe, alliances were made an instantly broken by sabotage or betrail.
His spells carried with them times that never were and events that would never come, along with times and events that had happened and will happen.
The God of Pestilence spread decease and stagnation forcing his researchers to forget or refuse to create anything new, even when it would benefit them.
Every attack from the bloated being carried with it the illness of every being that had long since died, the cries for salvation that became insane laughter as their salvation was denied to them and instead a twisted gift was what they received.
Yet amongst all of this, the humans found those that looked similar to them and began to spread their propaganda.
As all of those converted to their religion grew their cries for salvation reached the God Emperors ears and a waved of golden light spilled into his realm and from it, legions of long-dead supersoldiers and angels came forth.
The God-Emperor joined in the war, as his attention was focused on pushing Darkside back.
The Gods of Chaos, the broken god of the Eldar, the Avatar of Gork and Mork and the God-Emperor of Mankind all focused on pushing Darkside back long enough for their armies to do what needed to be done.
Within moments every army that had been fighting one another focused on crushing the armies of Darkside or began to retreat as explosives meant for planetary annihilation were set up and activated.
Boom tubes opened and Darkside watched his people\slaves flee, even as the fleets escaped several ships from each army remained and unleashed one devastating weapon after another.
Darkside watched as his world broke apart under the combination of explosions and starship weaponry, he instantly felt his power diminish and it was at that moment that all of the gods did something none of them have done since the time Malus had become an issue.
Darkside was a god so they couldn't destroy, instead, they banished him to a realm he could never escape from.
The only witnesses to what happened next were those within the remaining ships as the gods all went back to their realms.
This was a truce that only lasted while they were within the realm Darkside ruled, therefore none of them would attack one another and as such none of the remaining ships attacked one another.
Slowly all of the ships returned to their side of the tear in reality, whoever would take control of what remained of Darkside's domain would be the one that wone the next war but for now they would all heal their wounds and fight another day.
The Highfather and the rest of the Gods of New Genisis watched with an ever-growing worry, the tear, in reality, was growing and soon the realms of real space would join into one.
The time for petty rivalries between the pantheons was over, they knew that all of the gods and god-like beings had seen what had happened.
The question was could they be persuaded to join one another in protecting their realm.
On Earth, Humanity paled as the survivors of Apokalips showed the world what had happened.
All of the survivors were lost, gods or demigods and offered the governments of earth and its people, technology, magic and whatever they wanted.
In exchange, they would be allowed to live on the planet.
The Humans of Earth agreed.
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Perhaps it was someone's foolish attempt of acquiring great power or perhaps it was the side effect of something long forgotten, regardless the results were the same.
A tear, in reality, had formed, one which had never been seen before.
Darkside God of Evil and the ruler of Apokalips decided to explore whatever was on the other side of the tear and bind it to his will.
However, what he found on the other side was more than he could have ever imagined.
A galaxy at war with itself and everything else.
Mad gods waged war on one another in their immaterial realm as well as the material.
Gods of real space both broken and not consumed and protected life.
Countless species died by the billions and this was all normal here, in fact, what he found that if it had to put into words this was a slow day within this realm.
He was about to give the order for his forces to attack when he noticed several tears, in reality, open not too far from his location.
Just as he had seen the realm and its gods, so had they seen him and his domain.
He smiled at this, these beings were nothing compared to him, he alone would be more than enough to deal with them, but a king doesn't soil his hands with trash.
Se he simply walked back thru the tear and gave the order for the invasion to begin.
The two armies met in space, their ships shattering and exploding by the thousands, demons fought one another in numbers unimaginable even for someone such as himself.
Chaos super soldiers and insane Humans as well as aliens fought against his slaves\servants for months and yet the fighting showed no signs of slowing down, instead, it seemed to be picking up speed.
It was of no consequence and then he heard then.
"What!"
"Waaa!" Attracted by the ever-growing war Gork and Mork led their armies to his realm.
The fleets of the greens kind orks crashed into the five fleets ta were already fighting one another and began to attack everyone in sight.
The stupid creatures died one after another, but there were so many of them that fr every one that fell ten more took its place.
He was about to finally enter the fight when he noticed not one but several fragments of a long defeated god of war had joined in the fight, with them were not one but several Eldar.
The Eldar had been forced into the war as every vision their farseers could see was their race becoming enslaved to Darkside would he win the ongoing war.
However, the Eldar were not alone in desperation they brought with them the humans of this realm, the humans were dealt with quickly, however, they managed to call for help before the last of them died pitifully.
Darkside had to admit that for the first time in countless ages he felt somewhat intrigued, even as the humans died, they continued to fight.
They fought fanatically and continued to do so even as their comrades died next to them, even when they died in the most horrific way possible [At the moment]
Still, the war raged on and finally, the human's reinforcements arrived.
The fleets fought one another in space and finally was the tear, in reality, breached, however, it was not by his armies.
Within moments Apokalips his world his kingdom became a battlefield the kind none could have imagined.
Weapons of mass destruction were captured and retaken by all sides as one army after another tried to, dared to destroy his world.
The taint of the Chaos gods spilled into his realm and for the first time in ages, there was no place for rest in his world.
The humans fought on either taking or destroying any building they encountered.
If they couldn't have them then no one would have them.
He finally had enough and he entered the war, the moment he made his presence known the shards of the brokenEldar god of war became one and chared at him.
However, it was not alone a massive machine named Gorka-Morka joined the avatar.
Under normal circumstances, Darkside would have crushed these foolish beings, but they were not alone, the Gods of chaos deemed Darkside a new contender in their game.
His realm was not officially the material realm, meaning that they could enter it.
For the second time in existence, Darkside felt fear, the god of war, the true god of war met him in battle, every blow of the Blood God's sword carried every act of violence that had been done since the moment of creation.
Including the ones done by Darkside himself.
The God of Change drove ll of the armies to fight one another in ways that none could believe, alliances were made an instantly broken by sabotage or betrail.
His spells carried with them times that never were and events that would never come, along with times and events that had happened and will happen.
The God of Pestilence spread decease and stagnation forcing his researchers to forget or refuse to create anything new, even when it would benefit them.
Every attack from the bloated being carried with it the illness of every being that had long since died, the cries for salvation that became insane laughter as their salvation was denied to them and instead a twisted gift was what they received.
Yet amongst all of this, the humans found those that looked similar to them and began to spread their propaganda.
As all of those converted to their religion grew their cries for salvation reached the God Emperors ears and a waved of golden light spilled into his realm and from it, legions of long-dead supersoldiers and angels came forth.
The God-Emperor joined in the war, as his attention was focused on pushing Darkside back.
The Gods of Chaos, the broken god of the Eldar, the Avatar of Gork and Mork and the God-Emperor of Mankind all focused on pushing Darkside back long enough for their armies to do what needed to be done.
Within moments every army that had been fighting one another focused on crushing the armies of Darkside or began to retreat as explosives meant for planetary annihilation were set up and activated.
Boom tubes opened and Darkside watched his people\slaves flee, even as the fleets escaped several ships from each army remained and unleashed one devastating weapon after another.
Darkside watched as his world broke apart under the combination of explosions and starship weaponry, he instantly felt his power diminish and it was at that moment that all of the gods did something none of them have done since the time Malus had become an issue.
Darkside was a god so they couldn't destroy, instead, they banished him to a realm he could never escape from.
The only witnesses to what happened next were those within the remaining ships as the gods all went back to their realms.
This was a truce that only lasted while they were within the realm Darkside ruled, therefore none of them would attack one another and as such none of the remaining ships attacked one another.
Slowly all of the ships returned to their side of the tear in reality, whoever would take control of what remained of Darkside's domain would be the one that wone the next war but for now they would all heal their wounds and fight another day.
The Highfather and the rest of the Gods of New Genisis watched with an ever-growing worry, the tear, in reality, was growing and soon the realms of real space would join into one.
The time for petty rivalries between the pantheons was over, they knew that all of the gods and god-like beings had seen what had happened.
The question was could they be persuaded to join one another in protecting their realm.
On Earth, Humanity paled as the survivors of Apokalips showed the world what had happened.
All of the survivors were lost, gods or demigods and offered the governments of earth and its people, technology, magic and whatever they wanted.
In exchange, they would be allowed to live on the planet.
The Humans of Earth agreed.
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nice, wonder what world the last one will be
blueayes
If you want peace, then you must prepare for war.
- Location
- austin
Reality began to bleed into itself, as two realms became one.
If one had to put it into simple terms, it would be similar to someone having internal bleeding.
The reams were no longer two separate places but one separated by a thin barrier that was slowly being torn apart causing the bleeding to gain speed.
For the being within the material plane, the bleeding between realities was slow and as such, they had more than enough time to prepare, however for those that existed beyond the mortal realms the effects were nearly instantaneous.
On Terra, the God-Emperor sent out a call to al Gos-Godesses and beings.
His message was simple, lower your heads and bow to Humanity and you will have a place within The Imperium of Man, perhaps one day you might stand as equals to the Humans themselves.
Reject my offer and face everything alone and if your lucky you will become Humanities slaves, if you're lucky enough for us to find you before your destroyed or corrupted.
His words were heard through the various heavens and hells, between magical realms and scientific planes.
His final message was the image of their realms blending with the earth or whatever plant they were normally attached to.
As the bleeding spread, however, the guardians and the prisoners that had long been dormant within the sours wall rose from their slumber and freed themselves from their prison\resting place.
The other dimensions that the source wall had been created to keep away, had reacted to the two realities blending into one and in a desperate act of self-preservation the cut of their realities from the two bleeding ones.
All of a sudden worlds that were once empty or those inhabited by whatever civilization were living on them from the most primitive to the most advanced ones found themselves suddenly living in completely different planets as other realities blended with their worlds.
Creatures that were at one time, myths- legends- beings of worship as well as fear now walked the world with them.
The God Emperors' last act of mercy was to order his guard the Custodians to ensure the survival of the planets and beings that had accepted his offer.
He had gained the many memories of the various realities and timelines Darkside had seen and interacted with and as such he simply wanted to maintain the few allies Humanity had within the realm.
The various Hells were the first to feel the effects as the warp bled and tore its way into them.
Demons and devils fought to maintain and keep control over their nightmarish exisance, while they desperately tried to maintain the souls they had, away from invading creatures of the warp.
Those that could survive and maintain their presence within the material plane fled to the many worlds the mortals called home hoping that the God Emperors offer could be extended to them.
The various magical realms found themselves forced to blend with the many worlds within the mortal realm as their planes of existence was suddenly assaulted by the Chaos Gods servants.
Attracted by the magical realms, long maintained stagnation, Nurgle the God of Pestilence invaded, his various deceases, quickly brought low the once-proud magical inhabitants of those realms.
Creatures that once boasted of their long lives to mortals that once looked at them with envy and desire, now found themselves desiring those mortals short exitance.
Slaanesh the God of Decadence, whispered and drove the magical beings into depravity as they looked for any sense relief from their quickly worsening situation.
Khrone the God of War\Blood God, took control of the many magical beasts and the desperate inhabitants of those realms and drove them into greater acts of savagery.
In a desperate act of desperation, the many sorcerors-wizards and beings that could freely use magic, used what power they had left, to blend what remained untainted of their realms to the worlds where the mortals lived.
The other realms were fairing no better.
Tzeentch the god of change, infected every realm simultaneously and drove betrail and sabotage witch cause various civil wars to spread, thereby attracting the other Gods of Chaos, and their minions to their realms.
The various heavens now united fought off the many demonic invaders, but knew that it was only a matter of time before they fell, the beings they watched over, were to divide and as such, they didn't pose the power to completely defeat the invaders.
Ina desperate act they called to the God-Emperor for help and his answer enraged all of them, but none the less they agreed.
Will you submit to me?
The moment they agreed, the sheer number of souls that charged at the invading demos, made the gods- angels and souls within the heaven shudder.
Their various lights blended with the golden light of the God-Emperor, finally forcing the invaders back, however, they paid a heavy price, none of them could\would ever be worshiped again.
As the dimensional walls fell apart and real space became hole, solar systems found themselves with new planets worlds, their inhabitants found the Fleets of Mankin waiting for them.
The God Emperors orders wore carried out and as the planets, inhabitants surrounded they were welcomed to the Imperium of Mankind.
Regardless of the Humans feelings towards the various alien-magical or even technological beings, none would dare to disobey the Emperor's orders.
Those that either refused out of pride or simply never even considered the God Emperors warnings, either found themselves calling this time a the beginning of their golden age or their horror.
Some found themselves as the only world that had sentient life in a solar system filled with minerals and planets fit for colonization.
Others were invaded by war-hungry Orks, treacherous Dark Eldar, defending themselves from insane aliens or fending off the Tau who spread their propaganda into the newly arrived worlds.
Necrons and Tyranids left nothing of what they found, neither cared for the cries of surrender that their victims screamed.
Gods and Demi-Gods of real space now joined the great war, some protected entire solar systems, while others desperately tried to contain the madness that they were suddenly forced into.
On earth, the many heroes-gods-magical-technological beings and the native Humans found themselves forced to bend the knee to the God-Emperor.
The Earth's defenders, made of what was once its heroes- villains and beings of legend as well as those that were once worshiped, were either given entire armies and ordered\forced into space and told to go and defend the Imperioums boarders.
Those that excelled in technology were taken to mars, some gained positions of power while others were killed for their insanity.
Yet in all of this, the sole reason why the various beings were allowed to exist was a simple one.
A trade was made, one that completely changed the course of history, it was part of the reason the God-Emperor had given the warning earlier.
Mother Boxes were traded for freedom.
The various officials demanded proof of the Mother Boxes' souls and when it was given, they all agreed.
The change would be slow but in time the Imperium would find itself in a new golden age, as a single mother box, repaired damaged machinery fixed coding and undid years upon years of taint, as well as incompetents.
If the God-Emperor could still smile, he would have, the change would be slow, but Humanity would find itself in a golden age once more.
Thee Webway gate he maintained sealed was slowly being repaired and as it was closing he was slowly regaining life once more.
It would take time but he would one day walk amongst Humanity once more, he now had a council made of beings even more ancient than himself, none of them would rule over him, but they would have his ear.
It is the forty-second melanism and great change is about.
Bolstered by its new allies, the armies of the Imperium of man finds itself once more in the attack, strengthening its borders and reclaiming lost worlds.
It is whispered amongst the people that the Emperor is once again active within the Imperium and with him various beings of lesser power.
Yet in this change Humanity finds itself pressed harder than ever before, demons-mutants and aliens alike seek to take the stars from Humanity.
It is the forty-second millennium and great change is about.
If one had to put it into simple terms, it would be similar to someone having internal bleeding.
The reams were no longer two separate places but one separated by a thin barrier that was slowly being torn apart causing the bleeding to gain speed.
For the being within the material plane, the bleeding between realities was slow and as such, they had more than enough time to prepare, however for those that existed beyond the mortal realms the effects were nearly instantaneous.
On Terra, the God-Emperor sent out a call to al Gos-Godesses and beings.
His message was simple, lower your heads and bow to Humanity and you will have a place within The Imperium of Man, perhaps one day you might stand as equals to the Humans themselves.
Reject my offer and face everything alone and if your lucky you will become Humanities slaves, if you're lucky enough for us to find you before your destroyed or corrupted.
His words were heard through the various heavens and hells, between magical realms and scientific planes.
His final message was the image of their realms blending with the earth or whatever plant they were normally attached to.
As the bleeding spread, however, the guardians and the prisoners that had long been dormant within the sours wall rose from their slumber and freed themselves from their prison\resting place.
The other dimensions that the source wall had been created to keep away, had reacted to the two realities blending into one and in a desperate act of self-preservation the cut of their realities from the two bleeding ones.
All of a sudden worlds that were once empty or those inhabited by whatever civilization were living on them from the most primitive to the most advanced ones found themselves suddenly living in completely different planets as other realities blended with their worlds.
Creatures that were at one time, myths- legends- beings of worship as well as fear now walked the world with them.
The God Emperors' last act of mercy was to order his guard the Custodians to ensure the survival of the planets and beings that had accepted his offer.
He had gained the many memories of the various realities and timelines Darkside had seen and interacted with and as such he simply wanted to maintain the few allies Humanity had within the realm.
The various Hells were the first to feel the effects as the warp bled and tore its way into them.
Demons and devils fought to maintain and keep control over their nightmarish exisance, while they desperately tried to maintain the souls they had, away from invading creatures of the warp.
Those that could survive and maintain their presence within the material plane fled to the many worlds the mortals called home hoping that the God Emperors offer could be extended to them.
The various magical realms found themselves forced to blend with the many worlds within the mortal realm as their planes of existence was suddenly assaulted by the Chaos Gods servants.
Attracted by the magical realms, long maintained stagnation, Nurgle the God of Pestilence invaded, his various deceases, quickly brought low the once-proud magical inhabitants of those realms.
Creatures that once boasted of their long lives to mortals that once looked at them with envy and desire, now found themselves desiring those mortals short exitance.
Slaanesh the God of Decadence, whispered and drove the magical beings into depravity as they looked for any sense relief from their quickly worsening situation.
Khrone the God of War\Blood God, took control of the many magical beasts and the desperate inhabitants of those realms and drove them into greater acts of savagery.
In a desperate act of desperation, the many sorcerors-wizards and beings that could freely use magic, used what power they had left, to blend what remained untainted of their realms to the worlds where the mortals lived.
The other realms were fairing no better.
Tzeentch the god of change, infected every realm simultaneously and drove betrail and sabotage witch cause various civil wars to spread, thereby attracting the other Gods of Chaos, and their minions to their realms.
The various heavens now united fought off the many demonic invaders, but knew that it was only a matter of time before they fell, the beings they watched over, were to divide and as such, they didn't pose the power to completely defeat the invaders.
Ina desperate act they called to the God-Emperor for help and his answer enraged all of them, but none the less they agreed.
Will you submit to me?
The moment they agreed, the sheer number of souls that charged at the invading demos, made the gods- angels and souls within the heaven shudder.
Their various lights blended with the golden light of the God-Emperor, finally forcing the invaders back, however, they paid a heavy price, none of them could\would ever be worshiped again.
As the dimensional walls fell apart and real space became hole, solar systems found themselves with new planets worlds, their inhabitants found the Fleets of Mankin waiting for them.
The God Emperors orders wore carried out and as the planets, inhabitants surrounded they were welcomed to the Imperium of Mankind.
Regardless of the Humans feelings towards the various alien-magical or even technological beings, none would dare to disobey the Emperor's orders.
Those that either refused out of pride or simply never even considered the God Emperors warnings, either found themselves calling this time a the beginning of their golden age or their horror.
Some found themselves as the only world that had sentient life in a solar system filled with minerals and planets fit for colonization.
Others were invaded by war-hungry Orks, treacherous Dark Eldar, defending themselves from insane aliens or fending off the Tau who spread their propaganda into the newly arrived worlds.
Necrons and Tyranids left nothing of what they found, neither cared for the cries of surrender that their victims screamed.
Gods and Demi-Gods of real space now joined the great war, some protected entire solar systems, while others desperately tried to contain the madness that they were suddenly forced into.
On earth, the many heroes-gods-magical-technological beings and the native Humans found themselves forced to bend the knee to the God-Emperor.
The Earth's defenders, made of what was once its heroes- villains and beings of legend as well as those that were once worshiped, were either given entire armies and ordered\forced into space and told to go and defend the Imperioums boarders.
Those that excelled in technology were taken to mars, some gained positions of power while others were killed for their insanity.
Yet in all of this, the sole reason why the various beings were allowed to exist was a simple one.
A trade was made, one that completely changed the course of history, it was part of the reason the God-Emperor had given the warning earlier.
Mother Boxes were traded for freedom.
The various officials demanded proof of the Mother Boxes' souls and when it was given, they all agreed.
The change would be slow but in time the Imperium would find itself in a new golden age, as a single mother box, repaired damaged machinery fixed coding and undid years upon years of taint, as well as incompetents.
If the God-Emperor could still smile, he would have, the change would be slow, but Humanity would find itself in a golden age once more.
Thee Webway gate he maintained sealed was slowly being repaired and as it was closing he was slowly regaining life once more.
It would take time but he would one day walk amongst Humanity once more, he now had a council made of beings even more ancient than himself, none of them would rule over him, but they would have his ear.
It is the forty-second melanism and great change is about.
Bolstered by its new allies, the armies of the Imperium of man finds itself once more in the attack, strengthening its borders and reclaiming lost worlds.
It is whispered amongst the people that the Emperor is once again active within the Imperium and with him various beings of lesser power.
Yet in this change Humanity finds itself pressed harder than ever before, demons-mutants and aliens alike seek to take the stars from Humanity.
It is the forty-second millennium and great change is about.
blueayes
If you want peace, then you must prepare for war.
- Location
- austin
Within the universe there exist a realm where everything that can go wrong will go wrong, it is a twisted land where once-proud heroes would either fall to some sort of corruption and rise to become the tormenter of whatever reality they were apart of.
On occasions, they would fall to the hands of those that at one time had been their most trusted friends, or killed by some unknown beast or mad man, with dreams of power.
Regardless of the situation, the moment the walls between realms broke, was the exact moment where all of these worlds suddenly collided with one another.
True to their realities the outcome of this was far from pleasant.
Worlds were thrown into hellish wars as one deranged hero fought another.
Worlds exploded as they collided with each other, whatever necessary energy that was required for a word to blend with another did not happen or exist and as such those worlds impacted one another with disastrous results.
Nearly all of the humans of those worlds would agree on one statement, the worlds that died were the lucky ones.
Some worlds that collided were not destroyed but forced to exist with each other, the planets extreme proximity to the other resulted in extreme weather changes, some worlds ended up losing their atmospheres and others were left as little more than dead rocks.
Yet still even amongst all of this chaos, some worlds fell to the demons of chaos, while others found themselves looking at something wonderful.
Something that was long forgotten within those reached discarded worlds.
Hope.
The champions of order, whatever they may have been greeted the people of those worlds and deemed them worthy, it didn't matter who discovered these forgotten souls.
God ods of the material realm, the armies of light, the fleets of the imperium of man, whatever hero had survived uncorrupted within his or her reality by some sort of miracle.
Or perhaps they had been the fleets of refuges that took full advantage of their realities blending and attempted to escape their nightmare of an existence.
All of these fortunate souls had but one thing in common, besides coming from such a reached place, they all sought the light of the being that had offered them hope once more.
All were willing to bend the knee, as long as they could escape from that horrible place, unbeknownst to them however, none of them would live to see their wish come true.
While true that the emperor had offered all worlds that submitted to his will, the chance to become part of the human empire, he never once said they would have lives of luxury.
The greatest of them were forced to join the imperial guard and fight for humanity, while the lowest of them were given new worlds to settle in, but nothing more.
Everything from materials to build anything, food and water, would have to discovered by them for these were luxuries and such things were never promised to them.
Yet the people embraced these new worlds with hope-filled eyes, for even those that were left on planets that had barely anything to keep them fed, was paradise in comparison to the worlds they had left behind.
Their optimism was so great that even those fighting on the frontlines embraced death the moment it came, the reason for this, was the same for all of them.
Their pain would finally end and they weren't so helplessly anymore, now they had a chance of pushing back their tormenters or dying in the attempt to do so, regardless their pain would end.
yet in all of this, those worlds that had been too broken, or too weak to escape their hellish masters.
These worlds found themselves under the combined assault of war-hungry Orks, Necrons that had been awoken from their slumber or Tyranids that had noticed their worlds suddenly show themselves on the galactic stage.
And so the clock spins ever forward and within this hellish land a man long lost returns, yet he is not alone.
The primarch of the space wolves has found what he had been searching for and now returns to the realm he abandoned long ago.
On occasions, they would fall to the hands of those that at one time had been their most trusted friends, or killed by some unknown beast or mad man, with dreams of power.
Regardless of the situation, the moment the walls between realms broke, was the exact moment where all of these worlds suddenly collided with one another.
True to their realities the outcome of this was far from pleasant.
Worlds were thrown into hellish wars as one deranged hero fought another.
Worlds exploded as they collided with each other, whatever necessary energy that was required for a word to blend with another did not happen or exist and as such those worlds impacted one another with disastrous results.
Nearly all of the humans of those worlds would agree on one statement, the worlds that died were the lucky ones.
Some worlds that collided were not destroyed but forced to exist with each other, the planets extreme proximity to the other resulted in extreme weather changes, some worlds ended up losing their atmospheres and others were left as little more than dead rocks.
Yet still even amongst all of this chaos, some worlds fell to the demons of chaos, while others found themselves looking at something wonderful.
Something that was long forgotten within those reached discarded worlds.
Hope.
The champions of order, whatever they may have been greeted the people of those worlds and deemed them worthy, it didn't matter who discovered these forgotten souls.
God ods of the material realm, the armies of light, the fleets of the imperium of man, whatever hero had survived uncorrupted within his or her reality by some sort of miracle.
Or perhaps they had been the fleets of refuges that took full advantage of their realities blending and attempted to escape their nightmare of an existence.
All of these fortunate souls had but one thing in common, besides coming from such a reached place, they all sought the light of the being that had offered them hope once more.
All were willing to bend the knee, as long as they could escape from that horrible place, unbeknownst to them however, none of them would live to see their wish come true.
While true that the emperor had offered all worlds that submitted to his will, the chance to become part of the human empire, he never once said they would have lives of luxury.
The greatest of them were forced to join the imperial guard and fight for humanity, while the lowest of them were given new worlds to settle in, but nothing more.
Everything from materials to build anything, food and water, would have to discovered by them for these were luxuries and such things were never promised to them.
Yet the people embraced these new worlds with hope-filled eyes, for even those that were left on planets that had barely anything to keep them fed, was paradise in comparison to the worlds they had left behind.
Their optimism was so great that even those fighting on the frontlines embraced death the moment it came, the reason for this, was the same for all of them.
Their pain would finally end and they weren't so helplessly anymore, now they had a chance of pushing back their tormenters or dying in the attempt to do so, regardless their pain would end.
yet in all of this, those worlds that had been too broken, or too weak to escape their hellish masters.
These worlds found themselves under the combined assault of war-hungry Orks, Necrons that had been awoken from their slumber or Tyranids that had noticed their worlds suddenly show themselves on the galactic stage.
And so the clock spins ever forward and within this hellish land a man long lost returns, yet he is not alone.
The primarch of the space wolves has found what he had been searching for and now returns to the realm he abandoned long ago.