Preparations Before the Campaign Resumes

(Nurgle/Plague God POV)

Location the Plague Garden-The Blighted Mansion of Nurgle/The Throne & Apocathery Lab

It's been a lovely time, back in the dank, putrid, horrendous paradise that is my Garden, much of my realm has been restored since the Anathema's attack, and much of my lovely children have also spawned and are frolicking all over my realm, I sigh with contemp and happiness of this...

I heard that all my sisters-in-law were healing nicely, I sigh again as I thought, how it would have been better if they were sick instead of hurt...I may be the God of Despair, but what that mortal did not only to my kin...but to all my children, I do not wish that on any soul, less to family...

Mostly my brothers and I have stayed within our respective realm, they were cherishing and spending time with their wives, and prepare for our return to the Old World, to continue our conquest without any hesitation or worry as we now control the flow of our conquest.

I laugh, thinking about my future younger sibling, Tzeentch he'll be greatly jealous and annoyed that I've achieved what he always desired absolute manipulation of not only worlds and time, but we have an entire multiverse waiting for my toxic, gangrene love, hahahahaheheahaa!!

I couldn't help or stop my laughing...and weezing, as my little rambunctious nurglings were joining in on my joy, alongside the infectors as well.

I've taken my maggot daemons, into the Mansion, so they can thrive and multiply within the vowels of my lovely home, I was soo happy as stand beside my cauldron thinking of something to add to my avatar state, while Khorne was not only spending time with sister Valkia he is working on that axe given to him, by his weaker counterpart...

Seeing that I decided to create my own lesser artifact, cause Khorne has expressed he'll make a new axe for himself to add to the Unmaker in his possession, but this axe will be exclusive to Ixion.

So I shall do the same, cause as my brothers promised me the next battle in that world, shall be mine to enjoy and strengthen my state of Ixion.

I decide to keep focus on defense and endurance, Khorne was strength, Laharl is more aligned with commanding and being resilient, while my state is all about willstanding and outlasting my victims as I infect them with poison and disease.

So during this time apart from gathering 125 plaguebearers all ready to heed my summons when we depart again to the Old World, I commanded all my servents to bring me strong, corroded, and infected metal to create a special equipment to use not only will it make Ixion tougher, but more violitile to my victim, as I reached down to my side at the pill of withered metal, rusted scrap, and contaminated armors, I grab a huge hull and tossed in my cauldron before the time for my and my brothers return to Old World this artifact shall be complete...

(General POV)

Location the Blood Lands-The Brass Citadel Remodeling Completed/The Gore Fortress, the Skull Thrones of Khorne

Sitting upon his throne was the Blood God, Khorne, beside him was a still blind and healing Valkia sitting on her own throne, while resting her head upon the right shoulder of her husband and lord.

They spend...days...weeks...together, and Valkia was both excited and depressed about her beloved not only being able to lead and fight in battle on mortal plains, but with her temporary disability she can't stand beside him like a proud wife and warrior.

But she believes in her husband and God, especially after she's seen his devotion, power, and ever growing army.

Khorne revealed to her that her original homeworld, was incredibly weak, so weaker in comparison to the Warp and the Materium, plus the revelations of an enemy greater than the Gods of her old world, especially this Anathema which reminds the Gorequeen to a mightier but more iratating Sigmar, while she was mortal she and her tribe have clashed with the weak southmen and the follower of the Hammer God!!!

At least thanks to her brother-in-law, Laharl she and her sisters-in-law will heal in a quicker pace, when she learned it was the man known as the Anathema, responsible for her and her sisters-in-law current conditions, she was enraged only by Khorne's embrace did she calm herself, as he worried for her condition...

Never before as one earned soo much devotion and desire from her, Valkia was more then glad she accepted and is Khorne's wife.

Khorne has told her everything, including the weak and armyless counterpart, in comparison to this Khorne, her beloved husband who will command legions of daemons from various worlds, super humans compared to demigods, she remembers these future super humans shall be known as Adeptus Astartes or Space Marines, that's also not counting the other races that will join the War Gods services...but the most graveous news that she learn was of the patron...

Throughout her mortal, short daemonic turn Goddess life she has only known of the four Chaos Gods born from the dark emotions and worship from mortals, but an actuality their are more Gods, Laharl is the example the true firstborn and the current strongest amongst them...and above the Dark One, the patron primordial being, that govern all Chaos, Malice, and Anarchy in the multiverse...

That is one being, that even her, the Gorequeen wouldn't dare to anger!!!

Currently her husband gathered more bloodletters and flesh hounds to join the grand invasion of the Old World, possibly greater than the fable End Times, that the Everchosen was meant to bring fort.

With her dearest husband, the Plague God, Nurgle, and the Carnage God, Laharl all not only working together under the instruction of this...Absolute Chaos...piloting this avatar, Ixion Daemonhart they be able to personally not only end all reigns of the races of the Old World, but corrupt them all.

As Valkia sensed her husband stand up from his throne, and walk toward her, she felt him once again caress her face lovingly as he told her, "Wife. Valkia, I have to finish my new weapon, before I and my brother have to return to the Old World. The Ochain Shield and our daemons will protect, you. So wait until I return, hopefully too see your burning, wrathful eyes." Khorne's blunt confession, made her pale face blush...but also she smile, saying, "I'm the proud Goddess of War-maidens...and bride of the Blood God, of course I'll wait for my lord...and beloved husband."

After their exchange Khorne left, descending the Skull Stairs, on the way he summon the weak khornate axe that he plans to finally enhance in the Forge of the Eight, a recent landmark created between the Cracked Land and the Tree of Souls on far eastern edge of the Blood Lands.

[There isn't much lore on the landmarks of Chaos, especially the Forge of the Eight, and since the Forge of Souls deals with daemon engines, Soul Grinders, and mechanized daemonic weapons I thought of creating a weapon forge for each God, Laharl has the Gobo-planet with Stigeon, and soon the others will be made.]

While true his forge isn't quite, at the level of his brother and sister-in-law's operations with the Gobo creatures.

Khorne contemplated on creating daemons exclusive to his forging, and construction need since his brother, Laharl did said he created non-combatant neverborns for various necessities, he believes that the she-daemons are called Lilims...something to consider as he left the Gore Fortress to go to the Forge of the Eight.

Location the Blood Lands-The Forge of the Eight

Khorne made his way through his hellish, war-striken, scarlet lands passing the Cracked Land, and thousands of more goristros that kneeled to him as the Blood God passed.

Eventually at the very eastern edge of the Blood Lands stood a huge fiery mountain range, and deep within this region was massive pool of blazing lava feed by the various volcanos surrounding it, flowing into a black, red, and copper colored structure, which is the Forge of the Eight, within this hidden forge was 888 daemons constantly guarding and working the fiery hellish pits within, while he knows his lesser daemons weren't skilled forgers, they were masters of murder and warfare...

Making his way within the dark, fiery, vowels of the Forge of the Eight, name for the eight massive forges scattered and constantly used, as bloodletters were "forging" more hellblades, and brass armors for the heralds (Rendmasters & Skullmasters) but it was more like infusing blood, blazing magma, and striking hot metal until it became a blade or piece of armor...no artistry at all, but whoever calls a khornate daemon, and artists must be insane...

Bloodletters were making more weapons, and armors for the countless wars that will be wages within and without the Warp, banging hammers onto brass anvils, and pulling melted brass ore to begin their various forging, this daemonic Forge would make Hashut and the Chaos Dwarves green or red in this case with envy.

When the Blood God, made his way through all the brass hanging bridges, hellish workspaces, trenches of lava, the eight massive forges, he headed to the eight at the very center made for his personal use...

Many bloodletters gathered, to aid and add themselves to the forging or reforging of this new weapon their dark master was making, with his left hand placing a giant khornate axe directly into the forge, heating and soaking it the molten flame of his lands, he commanded that several of his bloodletters enter the forge, their flesh and ashes will become apart of his avatar's new weapon...the Bloodreaver...

Just as their God commands, over a hundred khornate daemons, entered the daemonic forge without hesitation or fear as the burn, bleed, and reduce to ash on the axe, once heated and blooded Khorne pulled it out the lava.

He place the crimson, blazing axe onto the red metallic floor, as several bloodletters started striking their hammers upon the axe, re-forging it to their dark master's liking as the beginning of the creation of the Bloodreaver has begun...

Location the Nethervoid-Castle Neo Oblivion/The Bedroom

Laharl was enjoying his time, drinking Ambrossia and tending to his seven wives.

During the time back from the Old World, he spoiled them making them happy, kissing them, messaging them, and even tending to their treatments...of course they tried to stop him, and tell their beloved that he didn't need to do all of that but he rebudled with, "What kind of husband, wouldn't care for his sick, wounded wife. I promised you all every desire and need satisfied, that includes caring for all of you, when your indisposed." their husband's sweet words, filled with affection, love, and care made all of them happy, and allowed their love continue to spoil and care for them, while he prepares to return to the other world to dominate it completely.

Laharl during his time back he has also visited Crystallyl deepening their bound and connection to each other, she has expressed that she wished that she could join him in the slaughter, but while the Immaterium was completely safe from other threats, there is still inner threats...such as Khorne or Nurgle's daemons invading through other areas beside the Bastion Stairs or the Bog, since all three Dark Gods wouldn't be in their respected domain for a time, all their daemons, the Dark One's included will get hectic and their daemon will fight, and kill each other for whatever reason, as was the never ending Great Game of Chaos, despite their Dark God forming deeper brotherly bounds with each other.

Crystallyl, she understood and swore to keep his realm safe and secure with Bloodstained Snow Beasts, as well as fighting alongside Mordred and Beelzabub's forces to secure his realm, but the Dark One clarified something to his fiancee...it was their realm, once they control most of the North of the Old World he come not only to officially grant her, her much deserved daemonhood but a throne fitting her as...his eighth wife and queen.

When he said and swore this to the shi'lanorai queen, Crystallyl was overjoyed acting like an overexcited princess, she jumped and knock him down to the cold floors of her throne chamber, not only was she embracing her God and beloved, she kiss him to a long, passionate kiss as Crystallyl forced her desires and tongue through her kiss.

As they kissed, Laharl spreading his six wings and wrapped them both tight as they embrace each other in great intensity.

As he promised her, he'll make her fully his own their work is done in the Old World...but with her estusiasome he told her that their conquest shall have double the effort from him, making her giggle, as they stood up share one last loving kiss, as she swore her warriors full support when ever she needs them, that how their love fully blossomed and Crystallyl Shik'Adammine was basically marked as the Eighth Daemon Queen of Carnage.

With all that done, he was already has prepared the reinforcements for their army in the Old World, boosting the number of shi'lanorai up to 400, mortfinis will be 125 in total now, and lastly another pair of infernals to finish the roster...for now...

But that wasn't all he was doing, he also was thinking and designing, the creation of a new artifact for Ixion's use, and artifact then he remembers many items and artifacts from various media in his former life, that were capable of opening rift to a certain dimension without any outside interference.

Creating such an artifact will be much easier with the combine power of his [Creator & Relics] divinities to make such a Chaos Artifact, plus that along with his brothers own additions that they plan to include to their own avatar states, while he originally wanted to make an artifact for his own, he did make a promise to his younger brothers to make this personal link between the Warp and the Old World, and as the God of Promises he'll keep his word so he'll create this soon, but the best part was he'll won't need to use a Free Absolute Creation this time...

He readjusted himself on the chair, he was sitting on next to the massive burgundy and maroon colored bed looking at his soundly sleeping wives, with a smile he drank all his remaining ambrossia, banishing the cup he was drinking from, and give each of his wives one last kiss, before making his way out to do the final preparations before he and his brothers return to Old World and continue the slaughter....