The Anathema First Humiliation
(General POV)
Location the Immaterium-The Realm of the Sorcerors, Outside the Ninth Library
A 10-foot tall man of blazing light aura, almost golden wielding a giant flaming sword, whose name have been secret and only known as the Anathema, was in the middle of battle.
While raiding one of Tzeentch's most important storages of knowledge, in his realm, he was under attack by several Lords of Change, the only daemons able to willstand being in close proximity, to this "human" man. (NOTE: I written that the Anathema was another size, but I figured with him being a ever growing being in power that attributed to his physical growth as well, but for those that don't know, his official height is 14.11 feet.)
He has already slain countless lesser daemons, by him wandering the Realm of the Sorcerors, but he has also killed several Lords of Change, as well.
As Anathema was face to face with three Greater Daemons of Tzeentch, one of them changed the Anathema, swinging his balesword, at which he missed, this allowed the Anathema to stab the Greater Daemon, causing it unbelievable pain as the powers of the sword were destroying it to it's core.
He pulled out his blade, causing the reptilian-avian daemon to drop to its knees, only to decapitated the daemon and burn away into utter bluish, crimson ashes.
Then as the fallen, Lord of Change, burned away in eternal death, he rushed at the next Greater Daemon, that was chanting and casting a spell of the lore of lightning, before the Anathema he could reach the daemon, the Lord of Change finished casting and shooting a massive blast of lightning, [Thunder Burst] the flash of electric blue and white soared across the distance, straight at the Anathema.
The Thunder Burst spell, was about to consume the Anathema, never having experienced magic, the Anathema used his blade stabbing onto the ground, infront of himself and amplifying the blade's, psychic flames making a great wall of psychic flame, forming a makeshift shield against the incoming, giant electric beam.
As the [Thunder Burst] struck and swallow-up, the Anathema completely, as all the daemons from a very far distance of the battleground, cheered believing that unnatural intruder was killed...but then those daemons, were silent when a flash of light, burning and blinding the daemons away.
His gamble worked, his power and flames saved him from the Lord of Change's magical attack.
This made the Lord of Change, extremely annoying, as it began to charge and cast another spell from another lore of magic.
The Anathema, when he learn that magic is real and originates from Chaos, he thought being just another form of psyker power, instead he just experienced it, and felt the foreign energy clash with his psychic might, if not for his overall power, he'd would have perished in that attack.
Now his opponent was readying another vile spell, and two more Greater Daemons charged in, in hopes to either kill or harm the intruder, so their kin can finish him off, if they fail to strike the killing blow.
With his enemies fast approaching, the Anathema quickly got into his feet, and once again channeling his great psychic might, pushed back the two Lords of Change, knocking them away and granting him a straight shot to the spellcastor, directly in front of him.
He blasted forwards, at speeds that should be impossible for a man of his stature.
Surprised by the Anathema's speed, the Greater Daemon didn't have a chance to react or cancel its spell in time, it could try to channel more magic as a last ditch attempt to kill his opponent, before it was struck down first.
In the end the Anathema, use his intelligence over his strength, while the Greater Daemon was stationary he use his telekinetic powers to actual pull the foul daemon to him and the end of his blade.
The Lord of Change, shrieked in fear and pain, as it's own psychic might paled in comparison to that of the Anathema, and ended impaled in the Anathema's sword, with psychic fire bursting out the back of the Greater Daemon, as it perished utterly.
Another slain by the unnaturally powerful psyker, the remaining Greater Tzeentchian Daemons were utterly frightened by the Anathema, as he took his stance to continue the battle, something has arrived...
That's when he sensed "them" approaching, before he could react he felt a several large objects strike his side with unimaginable force, the pain that surged through his being was like nothing he has ever felt before, smashing and rolling across the blue ground of Tzeentch's domain. (Quick reminder. The overall power of the Emperor of Mankind, is uncertain since different writers, change his overall power scale and abilities, soo bare with me on what the Emperor is capable when he is alive and still not at the prime of power.)
Having some difficulty to stand, the Anathema came face to face with a skull shaped spiked flail, hitting him across the face of his projection, groaning and grunting as he crashed over to the other side of area.
Standing menacingly and emanating unimaginable levels of animosity and hate, was the Chaos God of Plagues and Disease, Papa Nurgle, wielding his chain-flail, Phthisis on his bloated, gangrenius, bone-clawed hand.
Behind the Plague God, was his brothers Khorne, Tzeentch in a projection of himself, and Laharl, never seeing Nurgle this mad, they all decided...with Tzeentch agreeing fully, not wanting to be the next target of Nurgle's wrath...it was best to let their brother, blow some steam and intervene when it was necessary.
Tzeentch turned to his older brothers, standing beside his projection, and asked them, "why was Nurgle, soo angry?" both the Bloodsoaked King and the Dark Harbinger, turned to him, realizing they'd haven't told Tzeentch that he is an uncle, and he is oblivious of the current situation.
As they told the Changer what had happened in Olympus...and his nieces, Nurgle roared in anger, releasing his killer intent and anger, along with the vile rot.
Nurgle yelled out, "YOU'LL...PAY...FOR HURTING...MY...LOVING...DAUGHTERS!!!!" and with that Nurgle, stomped towards the downed Anathema.
The Anathema, never expected to have to directly face one of the Chaos God, this soon and personally.
Watching as the bloated, green, revolting corpse of the Plague God, rush towards him, he forced his body to stand with the force of his will and strength, he quickly started channeling his psychic power through his sword, in order to fire a massive psychic, burning projectile at Nurgle.
Blinded by rage, Nurgle ignores the looming danger, but not his brothers, sensing the increasing psychic power from the Anathema's sword, Laharl yelled out to Tzeentch and Khorne, to protect Nurgle, they immediately responded to his words and channeled their own dark divine powers in front of the Decaying God.
Too late Nurgle realized the "holy" flame that was soaring at him, if not for his forming a wall compose of darkness, hellfire, and arcane energy he'd suffered a devastating blow, a great explosion occurred cause of the clashing powers, which obstruct everyone's view.
The Anathema rised his arm, blocking his view, when some of the dust settled a massive blue smoke cloud was now blocking his sight of the Plague God, but then a blast of warp-lightning shot out the smoke and started electrocuting him.
Gritting his teeth, as the psychic lightning, surged through his body, this was courtesy of Tzeentch, helping his brother and get a bit of retribution for all the destruction, caused by him, while immobilized, Nurgle came out the smoke and swung his fist, at the Anathema, crushing him onto the ground.
Standing over the burried bastard, that hurt his precious daughters, lifting his right foot slightly, and then stomping it hard against the ground, using his divine command over the [Earth] he made a tall pillar of blue earth to rise from the ground, taking the Anathema along from the ride, his arms and legs dangling from the side of pillar.
Not expecting or being ready for Nurgle's action, the Anathema felt a surge of pain on his back, from the large amount of earth, pushing against his back and spine.
He grunted and sterred, as he heard Nurgle spoke, "Do...you...know...what, you...did...against...me?" taking a short pause, awaiting sarcastically for a response, before answering his own question, "YOU...HURT...MY...DAUGHTERS!!!" the Grandfather, heard the man whispering something.
Huhing, he demanded him to speak out, and the Anathema spoke louder, "Damn your, accused spawn!! You false, wannabe God..." Laharl hissed, Tzeentch smiled and giggled, and Khorne shuke his head, at the fool's folly to enrage, someone that has them at their mercy.
Growling and showing, his rotted, sharp-teeth, Nurgle, he rised his Phthisis swinging the seven flails down at the pillar and onto the form of the Anathema, completely crushing down the earth pillar and the bastard that not only harm his "blood" but also dared insult them!!
Lifting the Phthisis flails from the ground, he took a pause to sense if the Anathema was dead...after a brief moment, he sense the Anathema was still alive...both fortunately and unfortunately.
Unfortunately cause as much as he wanted him dead, he couldn't kill the Anathema...yet...which brings the fortunate part...as Nurgle started to spin his flail-chains in the air...this meant he could deliver some deserve punishment, to his hated enemy.
As Nurgle started to smash his chain-flails, on the Anathema over and over...pulling back his strength, by a small margin.
Nurgle continues this brutality, that impressed the Dark God of Violence, (Khorne) and the Dark God of Punishment, (Laharl) while Tzeentch was laughing, happily at the Anathema's suffering.
After a while Nurgle stopped the beat down, banishing his God-weapon, and reached down at the hole he burried the fool.
He picked up the astral projection of the Anathema, after the beating he dealt him, the Dark One, the Blood God, and Great Deceiver were standing at the side, waiting to see, what Nurgle would do...would he killed the Anathema or would he stop for now?
Lifting him up to eye level, the Anathema was utterly defenseless against Nurgle, growling he spoke at him, "How...I want...to kill...you. But...count fate...still...your...ally." Tzeentch felt a bit insulted by Nurgle's final comment, but he understood and let it slide...this once...
Nurgle turned to his brother, and started walking towards them.
As Nurgle stood in front of his brothers, and asked them to help him, banish the bug out their domain, explaining that their is no other better punishment then sparing the fool.
Letting him know that Nurgle, and if they wanted any of the other Chaos Gods could have kill him together or alone, Laharl smiled and complimented Nurgle on his method of administrating "punishment", even Tzeentch was truly impressed by his brother's cunning and maliciousness.
As Nurgle held the astral projection of the Anathema in his hand, holding him in the middle of all four of them.
Khorne pointed his open palm at him, followed by Tzeentch with some tentacles coiled around the Changer's projected hand, and lastly Laharl rise his left arm, that was equipped with his massive clawed power-gauntlet
They'll started pouring their dark powers, onto the Anathema, causing him to scream out in pain as a green, red, blue, and violet aura coated his astra form, and then it burst in spark, forcibly returned to the Anathema's main body back on Earth...
(Anathema POV)
Location the Realspace, the Feudalworld Earth-The final days of the American Revolution; America/Ohio-The Anathema's Campsite
I scream and gasped for air, and I fell onto my back, I was defeated...utterly defeated...
That shouldn't have been possible...magic exists, a product of the vile Tzeentch, so it meant I also have to prevent any sorceror, or witch, or castor from rising on Earth, for it meant Tzeentch would have another way to my world...I grunted and stretched out, for while my body was partially intact it still suffered from the battle with Nurgle.
Not only that I can still remember, which my body was producing the sensation of the pain and damage I've suffered in that duel.
I lost...but I'll shall never be defeated again, by those accursed False Gods, and as I try to stand, I grunted in pain, and fell down onto my back again.
Seems my body is telling to rest...I think is wise that I listen to it, one last stretch, I adjust myself as best I could, and went to sleep for it was time to recuperate...