(Anathema POV)
Location the Warhammer 40k World-The Materium: Hiveworld, Terra-Battlefield #201
I've was in the middle of great, desolated desert, the remnants of the once grand planet, that humanity emerge from.
I was fighting on these depressing landscape, another battle in this great war, as I was leading a army of super soldiers.
These men are my Thunder Warriors, giants in golden armor like centurians of old, their red plumes, swaying in the dry, warm winds.
These men, dedicated to me, were killing all those that opposed me, armed with the mighty armor and more...as I wield a great, and mighty golden power armor, with a psychically empowered sword of flame, in one hand, and a great power claw on the other.
A red cape flowing in the dusty winds, as I cut down a another techno-barbarian, slaying both body and soul with every cleave of my sword.
I see the devastation of my world, and I'm almost tempted to weep, it was not long ago that humanity has left to the stars, and soon calamity wrought onto Earth...no it no longer remembers it's former name.
This desolated planet, shall rise again under by heel, it shall be called Terra, as it is the cradle of humanity!!!
While these meaningless war were happening, I could feel them...those accursed tumors to the Sea of Souls, have gotten stronger and expanded in number!!!
Some days ago, a surge of chaotic psyker energies, that only I and Malcador could sense, felt that the Sea of Souls once again was fluctuating.
Which meant that those damned Chaos Gods, have grown in power!!
And while I haven't yet managed to make any progress I piercing through, whatever force the damn false Gods have erected around the Immaterium, my great power could tell sense and feel changes happening when their so great that it surges to the Materium.
While lost in my thoughts, another fool tried to attack my power armor...
Thus destroying another blade, upon it's golden majesty, that barbarian that tried and fail to attack me, was only meet by a bolter from a Thunder Warrior, not affecting me in the slightless...
The Thunder Warrior, bowed to me, before returning to battle...I turn my sights onto one of my new warriors...their savagery, strength, and resilience made them fine weapons of war, but for the future, these genetically crafted beings, needed more control and stablability to be any use to my plans.
Already Malcador with some assistance of genius bio-geneticsis were planing not only the new stage of super enhanced soldiers, but also another group of enhanced men and women, that were exclusive to my design.
Regardless the Thunder Warriors, are a necessity to re-establish order and unity on Terra, along with enforcing my rule.
It was clear, as I stomped through the dry, desolated lands that used to be America, that only through my design and vision can humanity thrive!!
I'll restore the greatness that once was mankind, and establish it as the one dominant force across the galaxy, my fury and purpose.
For I know I'm right, for I know my task is sacred, and for I know my destiny is to bring the age of mankind's dominance.
I must strip myself of more, unnecessary emotions, and restrictions that my impede my mission, but with Malcador and Erda by my side, not only Terra but all those scattered across the stars, shall know peace, glory, and much more!!
Charging ahead of my Thunder Warriors, as I heard then cheering for me, we engage the leader of this huge tribe of techno-barbarians.
(General POV)
Location the Milky Way Galaxy at Large
As the Unification Wars of Terra were still underway, much more was happening in the galaxy in general.
The Greentide, orkz were rampaging across the galaxy, mostly focusing on Chaosworlds, cause gribblies (daemons) were the best thing to fight at the moment.
Of course some warbosses were more interested in taking out rivals, to expand their Waagh to bigger and badder size, or by some coincidence, some pale skin, weak gitz would land on a Greenworld, and become the orkz next scrap, or slaves, or meal.
Thus marking the unofficial first contact with xeno by humanity, not knowing that aside Chaos, green is the color that should be most feared, and respected.
"Why?" cause Green is the bestezt!!!!
Either feral or "modern" greenskinz would attack the human settlements, and strongholds on planets across the galaxy, all infected with greenskinz spores, making the beginning of several ork empires across the stars.
But that wasn't all, some humans started to change as more and more years have gone by, and connections with Terra or other humans was drastically diminishing...
One such instance is the genetic alterations that some world have on these settlers, some started to get more animalistic mutations, from lesser changes such as mass amount of hair growth, horns and hooves forming, to extreme size and muscle growth.
This was the dawn of the 40k varient of the beastmen, which pleased the Dark Gods, as this will soon turn into countless loyal and useful followers, in the future, all by the action of the ever-closing Imperium.
The abuse and mistreatment of several adhuman races, especially the beastmen or homo-sapiens anima variatus, they'll opress the beastmen soo much, and slaughter soo many of them that humanity, it basically gift wrapped a mistreated asset to the welcoming hands of Chaos.
And once Old World beastmen like Tai Tai Shien, Malagor, Morghur, Ghorros, Khazrak, and Taurox are not only brought to this world, but fully adapted better to the 40k world, they're be no loyalist beastmen left...
Another adhuman varient that was also started to rapidly emerge are the Homo-sapiens gigantus, or better known as the 40k ogres, the Ogryn.
The literal muscle of the future Imperial Guard, Ogryns are human that have fallen into a series of cold and barren planets across the galaxy that possess high gravity, such as Anark Zeta, which is why they appear larger, heavier and bulkier compared to baseline Humans.
Thus their genes altered and evolved to survive these hostile conditions, so now they possess many traits that will be prized by the Imperium in the future.
Their bigger, they are brutally strong and completely loyal, capable of rivalling the future space marine in combat...if not for their flaw of suffering from extremely limited intellectually...
Ogryn while unquestionably loyal and strong, their low intellect make it easy for some to fall into Chaos as well, most commonly they fall to Chaos Undivided, but on occasion that the regiment that these Ogryns serve on, are monogod worshippers, they can align with one of the Dark Gods, becoming powerful but dumb weapons of mass devastation in the Materium.
So once again the Dark Gods, were pleased with another future asset, starting to emerge and multiply.
In truth the Dark One wishes that the kin, aka squat, aka votann would emerge soon, but lore...or better said new lore, states it took nearly thousand of years, for the Ancestors Core AI, super computers turned Gods to be made or found...Laharl, he wasn't too sure about that part of the lore, and quite possibly the kin neither.
Once those Ancestors Core, were up and running, that cloning process of space dwarves can finally begin.
Aside from maybe three major reveals, Laharl would love more lore about them, now he has to wait both to face them in real life and for the new migraine, inducing update happen, so he can be fully caught up with everything GW has done to latest or returning faction in 40k...
Lastly there was the alderi, honestly aside from Tzeentch that most likely saw this coming from one of infinite number of schemes, Laharl, he knew that all it took for Chaos to back off a bit, for the eldar to willingly jump off the edge to the abyss.
Aside from engorging themselves in food and drink, they were starting to experiment with drugs, and more vile act of lust and depravity.
And all it took was one-thousand years, of the Chaos Gods pulling back their daemons to the Anarkarr Stars, which Eldrad was still wondering and battling for survival...last daemonic scourge that he was facing, the Frog God, Tsathogga, joined by the Glottkin were attacking his fleet.
One ship was infected and spoiled into a swamp like garden of spores, flowers, mold, and fungus that not only made the Grandfather, and the Great Mother happy, but also the Princess of Rot, as they refer to Evelin, Limos, and Deonna the daughters of the Plague God.
Many plaguebarers were ascended to poxbringers, and some even became Great Unclean Ones in that day.
To say the party of celebration afterwards was intense was an underestimate, but regardless Eldrad was battling, horrible and putrid legions of pestilence and vile to keep his people, from falling to the rot and sickness of these abominable horrors...all the while the rest of the empire, fell deeper into unspeakable horrors and excesses.
Some of the more depraved of the alderi, even started forming circles for unique entertainment, and debauchery.
Gladiator pit, were capture beasts or even elders would fight in blood sport, for the thrill of the crowd. (Before the Emperor Children, or the first Drukhari emerge, it was the Alderi that were the most slaaneshi beings in the galaxy, it just that some left cause they didn't like the way the others were going, which is the lore of the various eldar sup-races.)
Labs dedicated of making new chemical concoctions to heightened, their already high sensibilities, and soo much more.
It was clear to the Dark Gods, why their new still molding sister, will be soo twisted and the way she'll be...honestly, while Tzeentch, Nurgle, and Khorne, trust their older brother's word...they'd never truly grasp the level of depravity and excess their still to be born, sister, Slaanesh could be, as he'd described...until they'd saw the alderi.
Even Valkia had a bit of a smugged look, as she too told her beloved husband, that elves, regardless of the world are a cesspool of decadence, debauchery, and excess.
Khorne, wasn't too proud not to admit he was wrong, to his first wife, as the Chaos Gods continue to watch, as the galaxy sunk into deeper levels of chaos, and the destined moments that humanity, spark the most oppressive, and xenophobic, tyrannical, regime in all human history was made.
Another thing, those humans that landed and made the first settlements on Mars, were starting to devolve.
Not in intellectually, but from a purely scientific pursuit to a cult mentality that involves the machine, as this was beginning of the Mar Cult of the Machine, and the pillars that would later would be known as the Cult Mechanicum, was starting.
They weren't at the extreme levels yet, of being pure technofetishis/philes, that mutilated their bodies to replaces with bionic, but they were heading towards that road eventually.
Already they were making the building block, for what will be the Machine God, the Omnissiah was starting, so with Tzeentch's aid, Laharl started placing some seeds of Chaos into those Martian-terran.
So some of that worship, would be indirectly redirected to the still forming Vashtorr, so he wouldn't be a demigod, but the fifth Chaos God in the pantheon, and things got more interesting in the Warp.
As this subtle manipulations, of these mortals were hasting and empowering the Arkefine, greatly, it was during this time anyway that his birth and incompletion, happened anyway, so might as well insure that the Chaos God of Machinery, was fully developed and deserving of his dark throne...