The Start of the End

3rd POV——

A fracture of lodestar-bright light illuminated the carnal-black night. Tens of thousands of soldiers marched onward into a seemingly infinite amount of time. 60,000 men from across Greece had been drafted from all parts of the great country for one reason.

The elimination of the 'dreaming men'. Since Lord Aches had appealed to Athens for help, multiple excursions and quest's had been issued for the finding of the legendary monster-like things.

5 years had passed since the 'Tragedy of Brightfield'. The Hegemony had finally agreed to take care of the problem.

'M-Maybe the gods do smile u-upon us?' A random soldier ponders. Many soldiers had lost faith in their purpose, due to the long time they've been searching for the lost city and its monsters. Many had become disgruntled and resenting of the quest in the first place.

'Wasting time searching for a made up place filled with made up people, made by a made up god! If only if I was of higher birth!' Thoughts of the same caliber are not uncommon among the marching soldiers.

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"Is this true?" Slaanesh asks a messenger. Sadistic glee lingering in her voice at the news.

The messenger nods his head in confirmation at her question. She turns to her lord, Maegor sitting loftily in his throne of emerald and toxic green colors, skull ornaments one the hand rests decorated with different emeralds and rubies.

Maegor had recently made his own domain in the underworld. Taking after Nurgle himself, he modeled it after Nurgle's garden. Filled with pure sorcery and emotion, the garden is filled with so much splendor and horror, that they are beyond the perception that mortal minds can comprehend.

A paradise of death, decay and pestilence. Every pox and infliction to ever enact their suffering upon mortals is present their. Noxious fumes bubble up from putrid swamps, deep enough to swallow any who might dare trespass. The ground, what little their exists, is made of decomposing mulch.

The very air is alive with glowing spores and enormous clouds of black flies.

At the very center of the garden, lies the Blighted Mansion of Misery and Mirth. A great fortress, half hidden by a miasma of decay infused into its very structure. It is within the Plague Pit can Maegor's work be found.

Every ingredient from which a plague might be created, every baneful component that might harm mortals, can be found here. Skillfully labeled and ready to be added to his great cauldron.

However terrifying the place is, it is not without its beauty. Some parts are overgrown with plants and trees, everyone vibrant in autumn splendor. In the most beautiful of places can we find Maegor and his servant Slaanesh now.

A special place, made by himself for guests. A place of untold heavenly beauty and wonder. Surrounded by a small forest of Sakura trees lays a pond of unimaginable glory.

'The Lazarus Pit.' A pond made to resurrect the dead. Beside it a special tree, hollowed out. In it, sits a vial of clear blue liquid. 'Elixir of Life' said to cure any disease. Both of these items made by Maegor, for mortals.

To give them a reason to travel here, and those who overcome impossible odds may reap the benefits of their labor.

"It would seem as though mortals are waging war against you, my lord." Slaanesh says to her eternal love.

"Mmm."

"S..shall we do something about it?"

"….A test of my legions is required so....Release my army."

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Green portals of immense sizes had opened up suddenly. Among the hills of Brightfield, hordes of different types monsters emerged from the portals.

"HEHEHE, THE FLESH LEGION MARCHES!" A huge figure of disgusting proportions announces. Hordes of disease ridden creations of Maegor march to their supposed enemy, still far from meeting each other.

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Above the destined battlefield of the 2 armies, 2 gods converse about the upcoming bloodshed.

"It seems as if we will be VERY busy, compared to other days, hmm?" A voice sounding like the pained screeches of the dead, asks.

"Yes, sister." A cold, unfeeling voice responds.

"Why are you here, Thanatos?" A new voice comes from behind the sibling duo.

"Theres nothing peaceful about to go on." The voice continues.

"…..There comes a moment in the life of every mortal creature when it begins to understand that its time in the world is limited. For most, the careless vibrancy of youth fades into melancholic reminiscence, sober reflections on things they are unable to resist or change." Thanatos says, without emotion.

"Yet some grow obsessed with feeling of helplessness or despair. From this, a deep bitterness can take hold. A step from helplessness to bitterness is a small one, but the first on a dark path, that has one destination-" He continues on, before Hermes interrupts him.

"-The Garden of Maegor." Hermes says astounded. "He set up this whole event?"

"..It is not my place to say, but know this, all mortals who have come here today, will enter Maegors Garden."

"Whoa, sooo groovy!" Hermes says.

(I wrote this in the middle having brain surgery on my foot 92 years ago. We are not the same, peasants!)