The Birth of the Plague God
(General POV)
Location the Nethervoid, Open Area
The legions of Laharl cheered and clamor for war, as the Dark One watched over them all from the sky in his [True God Form] with all his wives resting upon a part of his body, with his serpents snuggling next to one of the Daemon Queens.
Laharl commanded his daemons and mortal servents to part, as he started to slowly descend and land on the violet earth beneath him.
Once he made landfall, told his beloved wives to climb off of him, each gave him a quick peck as they each either jumped off of him or flew away.
Laharl was about to turn back into his humanoid form, not only cause he preferred and it was more convenient than staying as a titanic arch-daemon God all the time like his siblings...but he was also curious what change his main form must have taken when he ascended.
In a surge of power, his form started to reseed in size, while being completely shrouded in darkness becoming a black mass quickly reverting to a more human size.
Immediately after turning back into his normal size, the black mass started to slip off his body revealing his appearance to all.
First his appearance still was of a young, very attractive man of white skin tone with shading of grey and dark purple, his hears and horn increased in length with said horn turning from original black to a gradient starting from burgundy and ending maroon.
His hair has gotten longer slightly passing his shoulders, becoming more spikier and gaining some burgundy tips alongside the main colors of black and dark purple.
As he cracked his neck, his now six wings sprouted from his back, stretching and slightly flapping as they exactly resemble his wings from his Arch-Daemon form only lesser in size.
He still had his massive left claw as said arm has turned completely black and violet in color stopping at his shoulder which was still a light skin tone, his Claw of Hades still proudly displayed and equipped on said claw.
While his right arm changed some, up to his elbow it was tinting into a mauve and light purple in color, with his claws a bit larger and sharper than before taking a black coloring.
While his armor remained the same with the exception of his right knee guard turning into a replica of his Arch-Daemon head displayed, the mouth open wide, the horn spread as extra protection and the third eye housing a violet amethyst within it.
Speaking of his legs the eight serpents of his Arch-Daemon form have become like living shadows/tattoos that adorn both his skin, and clothing as the four black and slightly violet serpents coil and wrap around each of his legs.
His old clothing faded away in black ooze, dripping off his body before reforming into a new wardrobe.
His grey hooded sleeveless vest shorten in length gaining black markings and violet daemonic silhouettes adorning it, with the horned ork warboss skull fused to the black collar area, emenating a mauve and amethyst colored fog from it.
Over said vest was a short sleeve long open burgundy coat with swirls of a darker shade spread over the coat, with the collar being a massive black furr and on the back a black and maroon depiction of the Mark of Carnage.
A new piece of armor now strap to his umbilical area, it is black plated with accents of grey and dark purple, it resembling the daemonhead of his with amethyst crystals for eyes.
Now a maroon belt that links with a black thin long chain that wrapped around his left leg, which held his lighter grey long pants with actual animated violet and burgundy fog depicting silhouettes of daemons completely adorn his pant legs, and a pair of large, deep black cuffs over his power boots with amethyst glowing runes are now strapped to his feet.
Chi, Kiira, Scalpel, Cassandra, Jade, Ruu, and Ragna were blushing heavily at the sight of their husband's new upgraded form, their minds going wild like their rapidly beating "hearts", they were so mesmerized that they barely noticed what happened next...
Laharl stretched and cracked his bones, as he folded his wings in making a makeshift royal coat that would make [Castlevania] Dracula nod in respect, as he slowly turned towards his wives with his eyes closed, he opened them slowly revealing black voids, adorn with a small crimson and violet inferno of a center of them, then a floating black and maroon spike crown manifested over his head...
He read his wives thoughts on how he has a dark, daemonic, majesty fitting his throne and domain...plus other comments on his appearance involving a lot of lust, which made the Dark One smile as he stretched out his right hand and spoke to his wives, "I take it, that you all approve?" saying this snapped them back to reality.
They realized that their husband already knows what they all think of his new appearance, which Laharl replies, "I'm glad you'll like it...cause later you all get to see and feel it...in a more intimate manner."
Once he said this, it made all seven of his Queens and Wives burst with a heavy blush and become very, very fluster making Laharl laugh a little.
The Dark One walked towards them unfolding four of his wings, stretching them over them and embracing them all, as they all snuggled deeply into his chest, Laharl turned to his still roaring, cheering, praising, and clamoring subject that was nearly countless in number and was sure that the new Great Game was going to be quite fun.
Location the Deep in the Warp, the Resting Place of the Nurgle's Cocoon/Nearly-complete Plague Gardens
The plague ridden lands of sickly greens, of the Decaying God, Nurgle was almost complete.
As all matter of disease, carrion, plague, rot, death and life circulated, and reproduce in the endless circle of stagnant rebirth that exists in this disgusting hellscape.
Countless of plague daemons were still being spawn but began to wonder and enjoy the garden which their God and Father has created for them, and at its center lies the rotting but still growing great tree now resembling a "small" nest that was safely covering the sick green cocoon of Nurgle, as Nurglings played and scamper all over the area having so much fun, the pulsating cocoon that permeate with death, stench, and miasma was starting to crack...
(Nurgle/Plague God POV)
It's finally time...
I feel so powerful...as the millions of microbes and maggots frolic within my cocoon...all around me...my children dance, sing and enjoy my gift.
My lovely garden of decay...and rot flourished all around me...I feel stronger, as the mortals clamor for...my mercy...for my caring embrace...I felt as my little cocoon started to crack...and shatter...symbolizing my long awaited birth...hehehe.
As the binding that formed the makeshift womb was breaking...I've finally am born...forcing my arm through the side of the cocoon...feeling as the nauseous and toxic fumes of my garden coat my arm....I was finally being born...
[I'm adding a few touches to Nurgle's description as everyone knows what he looks like, since lore states that Nurglings and Great Unclean Ones have the exact resemblance to him...just smaller.]
(General POV)
The plague legion of Nurgle, gathered around the cocoon that was finally hatching, symbolizing the birth of their dark god.
From the cracks forming around the humongous cocoon, making all the plague daemons extremely excited as a titanic bloated, but strangely muscular arm burst through the side releasing massive amounts of thick, dark green muscus onto the plaguelands.
This sick green arm covered in boils, sores, and green mucus that cascade off it stretched out it stubby but sharp tip clawed fingers, as it swung down striking the side of the cocoon shattering further allowing him to come out faster...
Cracks spread as pieces of the cocoon broke off and another arm came out with some small wiggling, pinkish colored tentacles spread through this arm.
Through the hole glowing lightsaber green [yes that is the name of a shade of green] eyes could been seen shining through the dark, as a massive head of this dark god burst through as a pair colossal antler like horns were on his head, no nose only the hole was on his face but the most noticeable and intimidated feature of the Plague God's head was his mouth...
Nurgle's mouth was very wide, and humongous with rows of long, sharp fangs with maggots spewing out between these blade like teeth and his wart covered fat tongue that has puss dripping from licked all the mucus that covered his bloated lips.
His upper body, shoulder length was now free from his cocoon already the Plaguefather, Nurgle was smiling and laughing as he broke out more.
His right shoulder was a huge bulging pustule sack, while on his other was a few bone spikes surrounded by infected, irated burgundy colored skin.
As Nurgle broke out more from his birthing cocoon, a massive wave of infectious, thick mucus watched the land as nurglings and plague toads enjoyed this "waters" and swam in the mucus, Nurgle saw this and was very happy his children were already enjoying his gifts, as his sick green and purple accented belly burst through next.
Said belly was massive, bloated with countless diseases and plagues from all of creation, on this humongous belly was a wide horizontal split which had multiple organs and innards hanging from it infected wound/lips...for this gapping wound was also another mouth with humongous, thick sharp teeth at the edge dripping with infectious green and yellow puss.
As he smashed out his previous confinement, from his second came out countless more Nurglings, all playing and tearing pieces of their Dark Father's innards as they climb out from Nurgle insides, all the meager wounds these little imps have immediately healed, the Plague God then kicked through the last remnants of the cocoon exposing all his grotesque, sick godly majesty.
His bloated, sick, stubby legs with many pustules, and open infected wounds, on his humongous thighs several curved bone spikes tore out his green sick flesh along with pinkish tentacles scurming around the wounds of his legs.
Nurgle with bloated purple colored feet that have massive clawed toes stomped forward, standing tall the bloated God of Pestilence, took a deep breath enjoying the deathly miasma that perfumed his garden.
Now born at last Nurgle sighed heavily, before he smashed the ground by sitting on the broken cocoon and decaying wooden cover, crossing his bloated legs and resting his hand on his knee Nurgle started to laugh joyfully in a deep, boisterous, but elderly like voice.
As his laugh grew in volume and amount, as Nurgle was beyond happy as he spread his arms wide to the sky, every laugh he released caused his bloated body to shake and drop maggots, puss, and other carrion that fall off the wounds and sores all over his body, once Nurgle calmed himself he looked at his cheering and celebrating children, clamoring to him Father Nurgle making him smile, and chuckle happily.
Giving one last lick on his lips and face, Nurgle finally spoke to his legion, in a deep, carring, but gasping voice, "How delightful...my children of...Pestilence. I'm quite...happy...you all been born. While I would...like to...celebrate...this joyous occasion, there...is much to...be...done, my children." Nurgle stopped talking for a moment, as he reached down at a horrendous wine, burgundy, and green giant flower that has teeth, a maw and multiple tentacles a thing of horrid nightmare, but to Nurgle it was beautiful.
As he gently picked it, bringing it close to his nose and smelling in the horrendous stench emenating from the flower, sighing compemtly, as he spoke again, "See this? This beautiful...seed...of plague? I desire...to share this beauty...these gifts with all. I want all...to...become my children...embracing decay...rot...disease...and death. With me...cultivating them...take away their...pain...and rise them...to become...blooming flower. Enlightened...by the...truth only...I can save them...from the rot...and suffering." Nurgle's words were clear to the daemons of Plague, as Great Unclean Ones rang their bells, Nurglings cheered and dance, and Plaguebearers rejoiced swinging their toxic, rusted daemonic sword in the air.
This made Nurgle happy as he gently replanted his lovely flower at the edge of his new personal dwelling in his Garden.
Nurgle continue to speak with some laugher intertwined in his speech, "Haha...hah...ha...ha. Good. You all...make...me...proud. Now go!!! HAHHA...HA...HAHA...HA. Spread...my gift...spread death...turned all the...galaxy into my...Garden, my children."
With his final command the plague daemons began marching throughout the thriving and still growing Garden of Nurgle.
Like a parade of carrion, they cheer and celebrate at the though of crossing over to Realspace and wage war in the Grandfather's name, claiming lives and souls for their Dark God.
The Great Unclean Ones were the most excited to spread the gifts of the Plaguefather to the mortal, laughing as they lead the legions to the weakest spots of Warp to invade the worlds in the Materium.
Nurgle watched as his legions of daemons marching out to start claiming souls and worlds for his own, all Nurgle could do let out a boisterous laugh, as well as some gaging and coughing all welcomed and enjoyed by the Lord of Diseases.
The Plaguefather was enjoying this glorious moment of his birth, but he knew that he couldn't rest ardolly for he knows and senses the other two dark godly entities that share dominance in the Warp, they are both powerful especially the older of they three, but that only brought amusement and eagerness to "meet" these new siblings of his and share with them the gifts of decay, as he raised his right hand as green energy and fog started manifesting in his hand, it was permeating with toxins, decay, and Chaos this is his power and he was eager to share this with his...brothers...as he let out a small chuckle as he though of facing his brother's.
Location the Blood Lands-Open Area
Khorne and Valkia were making their way back to their throne after not only sensing Carnage God's ascension and return, they sensed another powerful force of Chaos has awaken as well.
The two Blood Gods, stop in their track and both looked towards the west of the Blood Land where the source of this vile power was emenating from, this made Khorne smile as this was the sign that the next chapter was about to begin, and at last he'll be able to personally lead his daemonic legions into another war, and it was not only him he could sense the same feeling coming from his wife the Gorequeen.
Turning to her Khorne commanded his wife Valkia to gather her Blood Valkyries and start making way to the northwest, the Blood Legions are marching to war.
Valkia nodded and spread her wings as she went to the Gore Tower to gather the Blood Valkyries to war, as Khorne summoned his God Weapon the blade, Unmaker channeling his daemonic power through his crimson sword, to summon all his daemons to his side for the Great Game's Second Chapter is about to start.
Location the Nethervoid-Open Area
As Laharl decided to walk back to the Castle, and spend the way talking and charming his wives, they stopped to feel the awakening of another Chaos God from the west...at last Nurgle has been born, so soon the galaxy with suffer this Green Warpstorm and be under assault of Nurgle's legions.
Laharl knew this was a ditch attempt to gain a bit more power so he can stand a smidgen of chance against him and Khorne when they finally meet and fight.
But Laharl wasn't allowing his recently newborn little brother any chance to overwhelm him even if that possibility is miniscule, immediately Laharl took charge ordering Chi, Jade, Kiira, and Cassandra to gather part of their legions and face Nurgle's forces in Mortal Space.
Hearing his command all four of them nodded, giving him each one loving kiss as they left to prepare for battle.
While Scalpel, Ruu, and Ragna remain with him he told them to gather all the Carnage Legions their marching northwest, another war between the Dark Gods was about to start.
Just like their sisters before they nodded to him, gave him a loving kiss and went to prepare for war, at last the next chapter in the Great Game is here, as Laharl spread his wings and shot straight to the maroon skies, once he was far away from the ground he transformed back into his True God/Arch-Daemon Form unleashing a massive roar to summon all his daemons to his side, as he started making his way to the northwest...to the Garden of Nurgle.