Now his lapdogs yap for every life I take, while the gods promise me the galaxy." "I murdered thousands for the Emperor and he gave me nothing except his damning silence. Haha! The blasphemy still sends shivers down my spine.
I opened my eyes and saw what a fool all of us were, bowing to a half-dead failure slumped on a throne. We clung to the Emperor, a dying effigy, because He was all we knew. Live! It is life that matters and what I have learned is that Chaos IS life, for life is change and destruction and new forms, new mutations ever manifesting. It was death or embracing Chaos, and I knew that through Chaos, I might live. I watched my wife and daughters die before me. We are them, but freed from the shackles of ignorance. We lurk not only beyond their grasp and at their gates we lurk within the darkness of their souls, on the tip of their tongues, in their tortured dreams. They strive merely to hold back our fury and might, and it consumes them. Every Imperial fool who dares to open his eyes is a willing recruit. They must not err, or they fall to heresy. They are finite and we are unbound, undivided. "What the thick-headed fools with their broken corpse of an Emperor fail to understand is that not only can they never defeat us, but they can not hide or flee or shield themselves from the triumph of Chaos. Accept that Tzeentch has a place for all of us in his grand scheme, and be happy in the part you have to play." "The minds of gods are not for mortals to know or to judge. In the end, aren't the followers of the Blood God changing valiant warriors into headless corpses? Aren't the worshippers of the Lord of Flies changing strong, healthy bodies into rotting, diseased carcasses? Aren't the disciples of the Dark Prince changing stern, steadfast heroes into slaves to their own senses? Chaos is a struggle to change, you must agree.
"Don't you see? My Master Tzeentch cares not which of the Great Powers of Chaos you serve.
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