(Nurgle/Plague God POV)
Location the Warhammer 40k World-The Immaterium: Plague Garden, The Blighted Manor of Nurgle; Withered Throne
Ahhhhhhh, what a lovely, putrid morning in my beloved home, looking to my side, at my beloved Aiikila, rocking our newest little bundle of joy, Deonna.
While our other lovely daughter, were asleep on Aiikila and my lap, I having Eveline, and Aiikila Limos, having just had a good meal of Century Egg Stew, they're all sleepy.
I felt my wife, recline herself onto my shoulder, her insect like mandible of her mouth, making cricket like lullabies for our girl, I chuckled, as nurglings were scampering around my rotted and molded infested chambers, careful of not making too much noise to wake up my daughter.
Little rambunctious gremlins, as some brought some moldy, slime stained rags and presented to me and Aiikila with a big smile on their little bloated faces, using one of my parasite tentacles, grabbing the blankets and wrapping around my family, the musk and vile perfuming us, as I saw my daughters, all three of them, smile and deepen into of loving grasp.
For my return to the Garden, I'd been towing away in my apothecary lab, creating new gifts and brews to spread onto the Materium.
Along with spending time with my adorable family, all of my girls have become much stronger since we've feasted on that puny Bear God, they'd play with new power, sprouting untold mold, ooze, bubonic flowers, and toxic fungus.
I was soo proud of them, but Deonna, she was still too young to start using her divine powers, I lightly chuckled and coughed a bit, my daemons working with great enthusiasm.
That's when a bunch of my plaguebearers, rush into my chamber, making a lot of noise, as they creak and squish sounds allover the place...normally I'd welcome such sounds in my home but...all three of my daughters, were showing signs of discomfort and steering, as a frown was formed on my bloated lips.
The nurglings all placed their index claw, over their mouth and shushed the plaguebearers, as my cyclopian neverborn children, all realized that they'd almost woke up the Plague Princesses, they kneeled before me and Aiikila, as a sign of apology.
In a low, sickly, grandfather tone I'd asked my plaguebearers, "What's soo...important? That...you'll...risk, disturbing...my girls?" while a bit peeved, I wasn't entirely angry with their mishap on my home.
They'd reported to me, on some unwanted interlopers at the edge of the Garden, some worm like entities...I hummed out loud, when I received a psychic message from brother Laharl.
Accepting his call, older brother he'd explained that our newest brother-to-be, Vashtorr, was starting to get curious about them.
Sending some daemonic minions, at the edge of my, and the others' infernal domains, to monitor them.
I found the whole situation amusing, I'd already agreed with the Dark One, and Changer to solve the whole upcoming Arkefine situation in a more diplomatic way.
Thanking my brother for the information, I'd asked about my niece and nephew, I noticed Laharl's tone become more happy, and relaxed, he told me their fine, growing and gaining more divine authority over the Nethervoid and the Warp itself.
Mandraggohza would make plants twist, and grow into nightmarish things, to comfort herself and her family, even making a one-eyed rose for her baby brother.
I couldn't help but "awww" at that, I told brother of his nieces, Limos, and Eveline have been attending to the Garden, and adding their own love to the Garden, hearing my brother happy about that news, they said goodbye to one another, and cut the psychic call between them.
Returning my attention on my daemons, I eased their worries, ordering them to keep watch on these..."guests", but not engage, they nodded to me, and slowly made their out the manor, in a effort to make noise again.
Chuckling, I cozy myself next to my wife, and enjoy this festering day with my family in peace, almost falling asleep at my dear Aiikila's lullabies, I kissed her on top of her pale, white hair, as we've stayed cuddled up, with Nurglings bringing some trinkets and comforts for us...awwww, just like I said before, what a lovely day...
(Tzeentch/Change God POV)
Location the Realm of the Sorcerers, the Impossible Fortress: Study of the Architect
Laying on my private study, overflowing with eldritch, dark knowledge and secrets, as the soulless podlings that my Elder Daemon, SkekSo, has provided were working alongside my horrors to organize my collections.
As well the Podlings, playing some exotic and instrumental music to sooth me and my dearest.
I was reading multiple tomes, and books of magic from the Old World, those kislevite have quite the collection, and I can finally just read and learn these spells and incantations for my own benefit.
Mitochondria Eve, they were sitting beside me, resting on my arms and tendrils, feeling her calm breath on my skin...it was soothing, as I wrapped my left arms around my fiancée and brought her closer to me.
These rare moments of peace...I'd would originally despise the stagnant meaning of them, but with Mitochondria Eve, as her tail wrapped around my waist, many of my ever changing faces and mouths smiled.
As I read and master this new sources of magic, and started spreading the force of magic and psyker energies onto the Materium, I could only excitedly imagine as the mortal beings of Realspace, obtain my gift of magic.
Humans and eldars being the ones must affected and embracing to my gifts, as my nine-fingered centered right hand, surging with various magical lores...fire, lightning, ice, star, and misty shadows.
Even with the imbecile of the Anathema, desperately trying to force the stop of my change, but change is inevitable.
The dawn of psykers and magic casters, across the galaxy will happen, and the downfall of the thrall of power, bending fate, and arcane force of my magic...while I'd wish that my brothers give me, dominion over their dark sorceries. (Lore states that Tzeentch is magic, and sorcerery, in both settings. From him came every spell in Fantasy, and it's kinda the same in 40k, hence the Blue Scribes roles in both setting as well, so it stand to reason the rise of psykers in mankind to be a scheme of his...as for the eldar, GW bad writing I guess...regardless, this gave a good opportunity to start the whole psyker rising, and magic being spread in 40k.)
Sighing, in a bit of disappointment and earning the attention of my fiancée, her pale and slightly blue tinged face, looking at me, she asked me, "What's the matter my dear?" the massive eye on my shoulder, focused on my dearest.
Cackling a bit, telling her that nothing as I use my tendrils of my head to caress her face, making her smile, returning to rest on my side.
Returning to my original thoughts, my plans to spread a new age of power, hope, and despair was coming to fruition, I couldn't help but smirk, as I turn the pages of the books, of my floating magical tomes and grimoires.
That's when the scheming Chamberlain, the Skeksis, SkekSil, came rushing into our private chambers...again, hysterical, as he shouted to the servents and lesser daemons to stop the music and then apologized to me and my fiancée for interrupting our relaxation.
He started to speak, about intruders at the borders of my realm, some insectiods, SkekSil said he organized some legions to attack, but Loki stopped the Greater Daemon...so that was SkekSil's latest scheme.
Shifting the blame, and trying to gain more of my favor, amusing that a schemer was trying to out scheme, the Scheming God himself.
I heard my dearest Mitochondria Eve, chuckle beside me, seems that they too can see-through all the pathetic excuses and lies of the Chamberlain.
While I suspect the truth to be something else, the news of unknown intruders in my realm were concerning.
I was just about to allow, SkekSil to eliminate these insects, when I felt something try to enter my minds...a psychic call?
Interested I first told SkekSil to wait as I spoke to one of my brother, bowing respectfully to me, saying, "Of course, dark sire. Of course, yes." I answered the call, I was greeted by my eldest brother, the Dark Harbinger, Laharl Valboga.
He told me, that Vashtorr was starting making moves, one of these said moves involved sending some of his recently spawned daemons to spy on them...interesting, and fortunate.
If not for Laharl's timely messege I'd would have caused a unwelcomed change to their plans, in dealing with the Arkefine and future master of the Forge of Souls.
Soo caught up, in seeing my Skeksis Greater Daemon's little ploy develop, I didn't see the whole picture...strange sensation, and I like the unpredictable outcome, but for this instant I'll fight my erge to meddle and manipulate the Strands of Fate.
Thanking my brother, and cutting off the communication with my brother, I cackle to myself, knowing that might have ticked the Dark One a bit, as I return my attention to SkekSil, and I ordered him, not to do anything about the insectoid spies.
This shocked SkekSil, that he was at a lost for words, and stammering a bit.
I silenced him, and said, "Chamberlain... Remember who you're a addressing. I just changed my mind, and this situation. So. Do. As. I. Command." my echoing, eldritch voice filled with clear authority.
SkekSil, apologized and rushed away, not wanting to encoure my wrath, scoffing a bit, as my dearest ordered the podlings to continue playing for them, as the music played and our mood became relaxed again.
I could barely contain my excite of what happens next, now it was Vashtorr turn to move a piece, as their move was...to not respond against him, I'll never admit this in front of my eldest brother, but I admire his cunning...maybe I'll challenge him to a game of chess on of this centuries...