I watch as the Eldar panic while the more powerful psykers among them like the farseer drop to one knee from what I can assume is relief of my 'diparture' back to the warp.
"Farseer what was that" the captain asked as he helped the kneeling Eldar back to his feet.
"A god just as it said, but a paradoxical god of both the material and immaterial" farseer Fanlon wiped the small amount of blood that leaked as he tried to look deeper into my being.
When he was back on his feet (with a bit of help by me undoing the damage I accidentally did to him) he looked around at the other Eldar in the bridge before speaking.
"With the new information this Tet being has given us I find it prudent to contact others among the Farseer collective to try and discern more of the beings intentions" he nodded at the captain before making his way deeper into the craft world.
Deciding that was enough exposition I popped back over to the warp to see how Isha and Cegorach had finished their talk.
When I arrived it was to the sight of Isha strangling her brother while he tried to escape her grip.
"What happened?" I ask and quicker than I could blink they were calmly sitting at the table happily chatting as if what I saw just before was completely non-existent except for the red ring around the laughing god's throat.
I shrug and create a new chair at the table and plopping down into it while making myself a smoothie to drink.
"So how was the chat while I was checking in on the Eldar that just entered my system?" I saw Isha glare at her brother before turning to me with a gentle motherly smile.
"It was a lovely chat Tet and I thank you for allowing us to have it privately" I beam at the goddess of life with a smile bright enough to light up a room, literally as I accidentally used some light magic.
"That's good and I hope you both managed to work things out" I get distracted when I notice more probing from the Eldar, this time some from much further away than the ones in my system.
"Oh dear those children have lost much of their subtlety since our fall" Isha says before gently swatting the prob away and instead sending a message with her signature about not being rude to her host.
I shrug and go back to looking over disboard and as I do I notice that I had forgotten to convert the magic circuits of the races with magic to instead utilise the warp so I quickly retroactively do so.
"I do wonder what you will do now that you have your freedom, dear sister?" The laughing god asked as he looked into the screen showing my planet and started taking notes (again literally as he pulled out a notebook and everything)
"I intend to stop our beloved races continued decline into stupidity and flagrant arrogance" when she said the word beloved I could hear the strain of her having to push the word out and not replace it with something more cruel.
We happily chat about anything that comes to mind when I suddenly stop completely and turn my head in a certain direction.
"Tet what is wrong?" Isha asks but I ignored her as my face morphs into a scowl and I grip the barrier separating material from immaterial and ripping open a portal with none of the finesse I had used so far.
When I arrive above disboard I quickly start creating a massive spell circle almost the same size as the planet, using this massive magic circle I send out a gargantuan amount of mana in the same way as a radar system.
I find what I am looking for and again crasp space itself to crush the distance between myself and my intended target.
I arrive above a red planet quite similar to mars with the exception of massive towering cities and slums surrounding it's surface.
I stare down at the Homeworld of the 12th son of the Emperor of mankind Angron, I don't bother withy usual niceties and instead just teleport above the massive gladiator ring I can feel the World Eater's primarch suffering from.
3rd person view
As the crowd cheered at the coming bloodsports a small boy could be seen on his knees above the mutilated body of his adoptive father while the machine these barbaric people had forced into his brain tried to overwhelm the last bits of sadness he felt with pure unnatural rage when suddenly the once normal blood red sky was gone and in its place was complete darkness.
"You who would use my gifts to hurt and maim" a voice nobody could recognise boomed from the sky as chains of gold and black slithered and ensnared all those who had watched the boy be forced to kill his father.
"You who would laugh and cheer as a boy not even a decade old had nails forced into his brain" the chains tightened and started drawing blood from those who had ordered such a thing to happen.
"You who would gleefully force a boy to kill the only father he had ever known while stripping him of all but rage" in the arena a small child, even smaller than the boy with nails in his brain would appear in a flash of golden lightning before placing his hand on the other boys head and by proxy the nails digging into his brain.
"You animals not worthy of the souls you freely give to War and Excess" with a glare at the people in the stands the newly arrived boy started glowing and in the hand not placed on the other boys head an red and black object with three cylindrical sections would appear from a ripple behind him.
"I take from you everything, your bodies and souls, your wealth and power but above all else I take from you the slaves you subject to Games as despicable as this" the boy rips the nails from the primarch's head and holds it above himself while the primarch in question would look up in wonder as the nails that had forced him to kill his own father would phase though his brain and skull without killing him.
"Enuma Elish" the words weren't yelled or shouted but every being on the planet could hear it none the less as the segment of the sword of rupture started spining while a grinding noise eminated from it.
"Die and be forgotten like the mongrels you are" the boy swung the blade and in the moment it had its users confirmation of its release the world itself shook as it's Texture was erased and all that lived on its surface and any evidence of them was destroyed down to the informational level with the sole exception of the numerous slaves that would wake up on disboard with the nails removed and a city with all the necessary things for them to live.
After a while of bickering and the slaves trying to elect a leader (while also not being allowed to fight to choose that person) the new leader would find a note in his office once everything had calmed down and the people had settled.
"I apologise for my late help and as repayment I shall ensure that your people will be accepted on this new planet by its citizens" and at the bottom of the page was the four card symbols the god of games claimed as his own.