The Binding Curse of the Dark Emperor

(General POV)

Location the Warp-the Realm of the Sorceror, the Impossible Fortress, the Crystal Study of the Architech

Tzeentch screamed in utter agony, as he was just hit by Iron Maiden 666, as he was hit by the Infinity Void and overloaded the Changer's mind with infinite amount of data that caused the Great Schemer to lose the bet he made with Laharl Valboga.

But regardless Tzeentch couldn't think clearly, only pain and intense headache, was surging through the mind of God of Change.

Tzeentch wasn't even floating as has come to enjoy, he was laying on the crystalline floor of his study, surrounded by his libraries and shards of his former cocoon.

He felt in the brief gaps of relief, his daemons were returning to the Impossible Fortress probably cause of the psychic waves made from his pain, that he is unconsciously releasing across his Realm.

Taking control of his body, he send a psychic command to his forces to turn back and invade the mountain!!

He must repay this humiliation, that his elder brother, Laharl Valboga, has done to him!!!

But with this agonizing headache, the Lord of Schemes was all but useless, he'll make Laharl pay and take everything away from him, Nurgle and Khorne.

He remembers that Khorne is inlove with Valkia and that Lesser Goddess, Bellona is becoming closer to the brute he'll make them suffer untold Mutations, along with that bastard Nurgle's family...that vile insect mouth and that lesser being that dares calls herself his niece, them along with the Dark One will suffer!!!

As Tzeentch started to painfully fight against the migraine he was still in the middle of suffering, to harness some of his psyker might, causing bolts of pure psychic energy to burst out from his writhing form, but then he felt something more.

Like something restraining him, as a warning, a very serious warning as it was quite literally latching on to his very being!!

Tzeentch tried to fight back against whatever was happening to him, as he tried to forcibly bend the strands of fate to his favor, which caused whatever is latching to him, to greatly intensify.

It was like a final warning to him, to stop before whatever this is starts to actually take affect against him.

Feeling quite...helpless...the Scheming God was forced to stop and rein in his power, as he wallows in pain.

But then he remembers, Laharl he made a bet with him...did he do this to him as well as that attack from the iron maiden daemon!!?

Apart from mind shattering pain, he must have done this to him as well, once he is able to communicate with him without a freaking migraine burrowing into his mind, he'll contact his enemies so he can undo whatever is done to him...but for now, he was fighting against the pain he currently in.

Meanwhile...

Location the Neutral Zone of Chaos, Mount Olympus-Palace of the Chaos Gods, The Council Chamber of Calamities

As the Chaos Pantheon was making last minute preparations for the approaching enemy force of Change, even from this distance all the gathered Gods could sense the incoming army of Change Daemons that were marching to Mount Olympus, specifically.

Nurgle ordered Tabes to take Limos to the Garden, for she wasn't ready for this level of warfare, even if she pleaded her parents to allow her to remain with them and almost making the Grandfather cave, until Aiikila convinced Limos to be a good girl and listen to them for they were just worried about her, Limos, she said in meager, almost sad quivering voice, "Limos understands mommy."

The moment she said that all the gathered Goddesses, gushed and squealed in cuteness overload...meanwhile Laharl and Khorne were scared on the baby fever getting worse with their wives.

Ioke, Invidia, and Bellona under Valkia's command were going to be Generals of Khorne's forces while Alastor was commanded to go to the Blood Lands, as the main protector should any of Tzeentch's daemons decide to invade his domain whilst admist of battle.

The Crimson Wendigo like Chaos Olympian, bowed to his Blood God King, as the fallen Olympians under him started to respectfully refer to him...Alastor, swore that his lands shall be safe claws and the Blood God nodded to him, as Alastor left the Council Chamber alongside Tabes that was leaving to the Plague Garden with Lady Limos beside him.

Next was Laharl's forces Nyx offered to safeguard the Nethervoid, as she was also curious of the new domain she'll be living under her masters service.

Moros also joined his mother with Chi also offering to protect the Nethervoid, but with Moros aid she can still send Dark Florrah over to their forces, as a continuous source of reinforcements.

With that done, Jade said that she'll also sit this battle out, making everyone surprised that the Gobo Goddess of Anarchy, would not participate in a fight, that even Ragna said, "Hey sis? Are you sick?" Jade sighed annoyed and responded, "No bitch I'm fine. It's just that my boys and lasses are in need of me, and I've been neglecting my Forge duty. Beside...I effing hate, sorcery and fighting them, it's to lame, boring, and annoying to enjoy myself." that sounded more like the Jade, that they all know and love.

This meant that apart from Chi, Jade, Nyx, and Moros all Laharl's pantheon, Oizys, Kiira, Scalpel, Cassandra, Ruu, Ragna, Crystallyl, Scylla, Camilla and Jinx, were all participating in the incoming battle.

As they finished their final strategies against the tzeentchian daemons, at least they don't have to worry about Kairos Fateweaver cause he isn't spawned yet or thrown into the Well of Eternity yet, but that left one question on Laharl's mind, "Which named Lord of Change, is going to lead Tzeentch's army?" he thought of his tzeentchian lore, the known named, tzeentchian Greater Daemons are, Sarthorael the Everwatcher from TWW-I who is the famous white raven that manipulated the Advisor, Niz'roppxl is a Lord of Change who usurped the King's Mountain from AOS, Aetaos'rau'keres the Slayer of Souls from White Dwarf and the infamous by the very forces of Tzeentch even the Blue Scribes chatter in whispers at the meer mention of that daemon lord that will hunted down and extinguished every mortal soul or Warp entity that knows the truth of his nature save for his patron lord Tzeentch, Amon 'Chakai is the wisest and oldest of all the Lords of Change or a young one at the moment that hates all civilizations, Shim'dre'lex'kazar a future Exalted Lord of Change who will be the commander of the Pyroclastic Conclave, a daemonic legion of Flamers, M'Kachen which was depicted like a cross between a Lord of Change and terrodactyl, who gave some Grey Knights a hard time.

The Dark One then remembers barely of the Lord of Change, that was soo powerful that even Tzeentch fears him and has basically bound him to the Warp, unless the situation was so dire and crucial that the Master of Fate, let that Greater Daemon off his leash...at least that Lord of Change would be at his weakest state for being recently spawned, speaking of that all of Tzeentch's Greater Daemons will be at their starting point in their rise to power...but from Warhammer lore and gameplay had taught the Dark One, never underestimate a tzeentchian daemon unless you want it to bite your ass.

But again at least Kairos, the Blue Scribes, and the Changeling will not be in this war, and this time Laharl didn't have to go to or force out his sibling into open battle.

With his Oath binding Tzeentch, he'll have to fight him, Khorne, and Nurgle who was very eager to crack Tzeentch's skull for what him and Khorne were sensing from him, but regardless despite him having the greatest psychic/magic power and resistance of them all he was still the weakest of them at the moment, and the infamous God of Schemes won't have any chance against them in physical combat.

While they were finishing up, and Laharl has left his train of thoughts on who will be commanding Tzeentch's forces they'll sensed their new brother, trying to contact them.

In all honesty, Laharl expected this, knowing how much of a sore loser and whiner that Tzeentch is he'd immediately try to break/twist their deal to his favor, well Laharl already knew that Tzeentch tried to do so, for his [Oath & Curse] Divinities, started to act up meaning that the ohh so God of a Thousand and One Schemes, has tried to breach against the conditions on their contract.

With a smirk, the Dark Harbinger turned to Khorne and Nurgle, and mentally told them that Tzeentch must be suffering twice over, not only from his "Special Guard" against Tzeentch's brain invasions, but also trying to break his contract with the God of Oaths.

Immediately Nurgle was overcome with joy, laughing and coughing hysterically, asking for details when he could say anything between the laughing, and coughing frenzy, Aiikila was helping not suffocate on his laughter, while Laharl shuke his head seems they've found Nurgle's funnybone...anything bad that happens to Tzeentch...but whatever, they've decided to answer the Changer's call.

Once again...or more static version of Tzeentch's construct manifested itself before the Chaos Pantheon, it was clear to them that the infamous Changer of Ways, was in a lot of pain and discomfort.

It took a moment before Tzeentch could actually talk to them, but he began to, "LAHARL!!!! I KNOW YOUR RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS!!!! WHAT HAVE YOU, DONE TO ME!!!?" Laharl looked at Tzeentch's staticking construct without a calm demeanor, as he responded with ease, "Why made a contract with you, which you've agreed to might I add." this send Tzeentch into a ballistic rage, "CONTRACT!? CONTRACT!!! WHAT FREAKING CONTRACT, ARE YOU SPEAKING OF!!!? I'D NEVER AGREED TO ANY CONTRACT!!!!" that's when Nurgle spoke up, "Yes...you did...Changer. The Bet...hahahhehhah!!!".

At that moment Tzeentch went quiet, and then demanded an explanation on how a bet could be considered a pack between him, and them!?

Laharl then told Tzeentch about the two of several concepts that he has Godly dominion over...Oaths & Curses...

And any word, promise, pact, and bet is considered a contract to him and his own divinity, by accepting the bet he agreed to a divine contract/pact and by unconsciously throwing himself to their game and losing that contract was made into affect.

Regardless he knew that Tzeentch would cheat his way through their game, or out the deal, that's why his divinity over Curse came into affect, as well, should any party that are apart of the contract breaks their words, or can fulfill, or like the Changer tries to become a outbreaker than punishment insudes.

Hearing this shocked and brought fear into the being of the Architech of Fate, as Laharl looked at him squarely on the face and said, "Since we're here. I'll be kind enough, to tell you all the punishments, and curses that await you Tzeentch, should you break your oaths to me now...ohh and a little reminder, I'm the God of Oaths, so any deal or promise you make on the future, you better be sure you can deliver it, cause any oathbreakers be them mortal or divine, shall face punishment by the Lord of Curses. Now, back to my previous warning." Laharl took a pause, rised his left claw aka Claw of Hades, a rise one single claw, as he began listing off the punishment/curses that awaits Tzeentch, should he break their contract.

The Dark One started speaking again, "First for breaking the condition of manipulating any of the fate or fortune of the incoming war, you'll forever be band from ever be able to manipulate the strands of fate again." Tzeentch gasped, and his construct projection, glitched out and turned into a massive mass of eldritch nightmare fuel, that any lesser mind would suffer utter madness that would make Lovecrafting Gods, tip their hats in respect, all the while Nurgle was laughing, coughing, and wheezing his rotten ass off!!!

The Dark One rised his second claw, and continue speaking, "Second, should you use any Warp-Sorcery to aid his forces or change the terrain to his advantage should the battle take place in his domain, will cost you actual control over your realm. It will still belong to you, brother. But you'll have no say or work on the changes or additions, that the Realm of the Sorcerors would gain in the future."

Tzeentch was writhing in anguish and was screeching and wailing like a banshee, cross with a howler monkey, at the next Curse, he could suffer.

Laharl rised his third claw next, and said, "Chin up, Tzeentch. There's only two more. Third, your band from tampering with any sorcery use against his forces or in your domain, breaking this condition will be very costly for you. By breaking this condition, your psyker powers and magical abilities will be permanently sealed." Tzeentch, screamed like a eldritch abomination!!!

While it was irateting for all the Chaos Gods, gathered there, for Nurgle it was hymonic melody...while still annoying...never has the God of Plagues, and newly crowned Chaos God of Merriment was having an utter blast, out of the situation.

As Laharl lifted his fourth claw, and told Tzeentch the final Curse that could befall on him, if he is not careful, "The Final, condition. That you can hide away, and have to fight al of us directly. Should you break this condition, weakness. You'll forever have weakness in Strength, Body, and Will. But considering your still suffering from my "friend" ability, and it wouldn't be as enjoyable fighting you, in a cripple state...soo I'll will give a minute, before my Curse come to affect."

With that said, Tzeentch cursed them over and over, before his construct faded away...leaving a smirking Laharl, a still hysterically laughing Nurgle, and a eager Khorne ready to fight the Chaos God of Change.

(Tzeentch/Change God POV)

Location the Realm of the Sorceror, the Impossible Fortress, the Crystal Study of the Architech

I stopped projecting myself, before my enemies.

This shouldn't be possible, I am the Master of Manipulation, and the Greatest Trickster on the Warp, regardless of my time alive!!!

But I was tricked!!

Not only did that bastard, Laharl Valboga, managed to hurt me as I was still agonizing to focus my power and will, but I'd had to know what he has done to me.

I'll admit it was foolish of me, to rush head on into a challenge from another Chaos God, but I'd never imagine that Laharl the God of Carnage, Darkness, Creation, and Lust, would be such a respectful trickster and sorceror.

Almost as my direct counterpart, while that blod of filth and decay, Nurgle is my opposite, I can admit that Laharl is my antisisis in everything lies, deceit, sorcery, manipulations, all useless against promises, and curses!!!

...I'm stuck.

I must fight, and leave everything to chance if there's anyway for me to come out victorious, in this war.

From what I understand, the only way to free myself from these binds that Laharl has chained me with, is to win the war, or lose it.

I refuse to lose, and be humiliated by inferior brutes, stagnant lords, or any being.

I am Change, I am the only God fit to rule and dictate everything that fate and reality represents and stands for!!!

But at least I'll have a small reprieve, hopefully this damn migraine will ease soon, so I can fight my rivals, less I suffer one of Laharl's curses forever.

For now my daemons will strike at Mount Olympus, as I learned it was named, and also that some lesser Gods were being held prisoner inside, from what I briefly squeemed the reason why my...brothers...were far more powerful, than what they originally were, was they feed on the essence and beings of Lesser Gods.

Obviously I'd found another primary target, that I must obtain, if I'm able to win not just this war, but all future wars that I'll have against my rivals...