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The Warp was a place of constant flux, a realm where reality twisted and bent to the whims of the Chaos Gods. Deep within this ever-shifting domain, Cultist-chan a woman devoted to chaos unbound and know to a bothersome trouble maker for the various chaos space marines warband she interacted with. Currently she was hard at work in coping a ritual that she had seen some of Tzeentch´s followers had made. Clad in her tattered robes adorned with crude symbols of Chaos, she moved with an exuberant energy, her every action filled with zeal and devotion.
"Yay! We must get ready fro da ritual! Chaos will be pleased!" she exclaimed, her voice echoing through the cavernous chamber.
Around her, the chamber was a chaotic mess of arcane artifacts, ancient tomes, and bizarre relics collected from various corners of the galaxy. By normal chaos warband, Cultist-chan had simply stolen them as she ransack the follower´s of Tzeentch´s place. Candles flickered with unnatural flames, casting eerie shadows on the walls. Strange symbols, scrawled in blood and ichor, adorned the floor in intricate patterns.
Cultist-chan's was´t fully sure what the ritual would do, but she figure it would be for the greater good of Chaos. She scurried around the chamber, gathering ingredients for the ritual. Eye of newt, horn of a daemon, and the essence of a Warp based plants—all were essential for the success of her dark endeavors.
"Must find da ingredients! Where be da eye of newt?" she muttered to herself, rummaging through a pile of grotesque talismans. She finally found the eye of newt, holding it up triumphantly. "Aha! I got it! Fro Chaos!" She said triumphant as she held her arms up. With the ingredients in hand, she moved to the center of the chamber, where a large, ornate cauldron bubbled with a dark, viscous liquid. She began chanting in a language known only to the most devoted followers of Chaos, her voice rising and falling in a hypnotic rhythm.As she chanted, the air around her grew thick with Warp energy. The symbols on the floor began to glow, and the liquid in the cauldron bubbled more violently. Cultist-chan's eyes gleamed with excitement as she sensed the ritual reaching its climax.
"Almost there! Must finisha da ritual!" she cried, her hands weaving intricate patterns in the air.
Suddenly, the chamber shook with a violent tremor, and a swirling vortex of Warp energy appeared above the cauldron, cracking until a portal appeared above the cauldron. The portal crackled with raw power, its edges shimmering with chaotic light. Cultist-chan's heart raced with exhilaration.
"Yay! Da portal is here! We da in teh naem of Chaos!" she shouted, her voice filled with fervor.
But something went wrong. The portal, unstable and unpredictable, began to expand uncontrollably. Cultist-chan's eyes widened in alarm as the vortex grew larger, sucking in everything in its path.
"No! Dis not supposed to happen!" she exclaimed, trying to back away from the growing portal.
The pull of the vortex was too strong. Cultist-chan felt herself being lifted off the ground, her body hurtling toward the portal. She flailed her arms and legs, trying to grab onto something, anything, to stop her from being pulled in.
"Help! We needs help! Dis not good!" she cried out, her voice tinged with panic.
With a final, desperate scream, Cultist-chan was swallowed by the portal, disappearing into the swirling chaos. The chamber fell silent, the portal closing as abruptly as it had opened.
Later and somewhere else
Cultist-chan awoke on a hard rocky surface. She lean up and sat on the ground scratching the back of her head as she looked around at the unfamiliar landscape. Feeling a mix of excitement and confusion. The rough sandy rock terrain stretched out in all directions, with no signs of life to be seen. No people, no animals, just an endless expanse of rocky hills and sparse vegetation.
"Dis is strange place. Where be everyone?" she wondered aloud, her voice echoing in the empty valley.
Determined to find someone or something, Cultist-chan decided to choose a direction to explore. She covered her eyes with one hand, held out her other hand with her index finger sticking out, and spun around in place. The world blurred around her as she twirled, faster and faster, until she felt dizzy and disoriented.
"Spinny spinny! We getting dizzy!" she giggled, enjoying the sensation despite the odd circumstances.
Finally, she came to an abrupt stop, her head spinning and her vision still a bit wobbly. She opened her eyes, blinking rapidly to clear the dizziness, and looked at where her outstretched finger was pointing.
"Dat way it is!" she declared with enthusiasm, her finger aimed at a distant hill. "Cultist-chan will go dis way and find people fro Chaos!"
With newfound determination, Cultist-chan set off in the chosen direction. The sun beat down on her as she traversed the rugged terrain, the uneven ground making each step a challenge. But she pressed on, her spirit undeterred by the harsh environment.
As she walked, she couldn't help but marvel at the strange and beautiful landscape around her. The ancient stone structures, though worn by time, stood as silent witnesses to a bygone era. The air was filled with the scent of wildflowers and the distant sound of flowing water.
"Dis place be pretty, but still need find people," she mused, her eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of life.
Hours passed as Cultist-chan continued her journey. Her feet ached, and her throat grew dry, but she refused to give up. She knew that somewhere out there, she would find the answers she sought.
Cultist-chan trudged across the rocky terrain, her eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of life. As the sun began to dip lower in the sky, casting long shadows, she finally spotted a faint plume of smoke rising in the distance. Her heart leapt with excitement.
"Yay! Smoke means people! I will find dem!" she cheered, quickening her pace.
With renewed energy, she made her way toward the source of the smoke. As she drew closer, the outlines of a small hut came into view, nestled beside an animal pen. Outside the hut sat a young man, roughly her height with long black hair. So long that it was spilling out like a black pool of water running behind him. The young man was sitting in front of a fire and were grilling an animal he had caught. The smell of roasting meat filled the air, making her mouth water.
The young man noticed her approaching and stood up, eyeing her curiously. His appearance was that of a young man, maybe no more then 19 or 20 years old, he look thin and even a little malnourished one would say as Cultist-chan could see his rib-cage. And the simple clothing he had, consisting of hide made loin-cloth, pants and shoe like footwear made out of hide as well. He worn no shirt or jacket, but their was a blue painted twin headed eagle drawn on his chest. suggested he was a hunter or farmer. Cultist-chan, ever enthusiastic, waved at him as she got closer.
"Hello! We are here! Who be you?" she called out, her voice filled with excitement.
The young man responded in a language she couldn't understand, his words a string of unfamiliar sounds. He seemed just as confused by her speech as she was by his.
"Uh... what you saying? I no understand," she said, furrowing her brow.
The man gestured for her to come closer, and she cautiously approached. He continued to speak, his tone calm and friendly, but the language barrier remained. Frustration began to build as they struggled to communicate.
Suddenly, the young man reached out with his finger, and a glowing light emanated from it. Cultist-chan watched in awe as the light enveloped them both. A warm sensation spread through her, and she felt a strange connection forming.
When the light faded, the young man spoke again, and this time, she could understand him perfectly.
"Can you understand me now?" he asked, his voice clear and distinct.
Cultist-chan's eyes widened in amazement. "Yes! We can understand! How you do dat?"
The young man smiled, relieved that they could finally communicate. "It's a simple spell of understanding. My name is Walaya. Who are you?"
"Kaosh!" she replied, beaming with excitement.
"Well, Kaosh, it's nice to meet you. Welcome to my home, would you like to join me for dinner" Walaya said, gesturing toward the hut. To which Cultist-chan nodded as they moved towards the fire and Walaya pulled the meat of the fire an tore some of it off a chunk of meat and eat it while offering some of it to Cultist-chan who did the same. Enjoying the taste and smell of the meat.
As they sat there, the setting sun casting a golden glow over the landscape, Cultist-chan felt a sense of adventure. She had found someone in this strange new land, and their journey together was just beginning.
Over the next several weeks, Cultist-chan and Walaya spent their time together, growing closer with each passing moment. Walaya introduced her to the simple yet fulfilling life of on the Anatolian countryside. They worked together, tending to the animals, foraging for herbs, and sharing stories by the firelight. They would huddle up in Walaya´s hut as rain storms was coming. Cultist-chan would sit next to Walaya and pull his hair over her as if it was blanket and giggle. Which made Walaya blush as she brush up to him.
Other days they would sit in the hut as Walaya was braiding her hair as she was playing around with clay religious doll that she had found in the hut. One day Cultist-chan had fascinated him with her las gun that she had in her pocket. She fired around them into the air while making pew-pew noises. All while Walayav was looking and awe seeing the red las bolt going all over the place. He jump back a little as a couple of birds that had been hit feel from the sky. Their body partly chard from where they had gotten hit.
"Fuud." Cultist-chan said as she put her las gun away and the two of them grab the bird and pluck their feathers off and then roasted and grill them before eating them. As they did, Walaya put one of the bird´s onto his walking stick and moved it above Cultist-chan´s head and watch her trying to grab it as he moved around. He laugh happily as he watch her struggling to catch it and refuse get up from the ground or to grab the stick.
Over these weeks, Cultits-chan, found herself fascinated by the peaceful rhythm of life in this ancient land. She had always known chaos and conflict, but here, with Walaya, she discovered a different kind of harmony. The two of them laughed, shared meals, and slowly, an undeniable bond formed between them. One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, Walaya and Cultits-chat sat by the fire outside the hut. The warmth of the flames mirrored the warmth growing in their hearts.
"Walaya, dis place is so different from where I come from," Cultist-chan said, her voice soft and contemplative.
"I'm glad you're here, Kaosh. You've brought a touch of chaos into my life, but in a good way," Walaya replied, a smile tugging at his lips.
Cultist-chan giggled, her eyes sparkling. "Chaos can be fun sometimes."
That night, as Cultits-chan lay in the small hut, she felt a strange sensation wash over her. Her body tingled, and a familiar energy began to pull at her, as if calling her back to the Warp. Panic surged through her as she realized what was happening.
"No! Not now!" she whispered, her voice filled with desperation.
The pull grew stronger, and before she could react, her vision blurred, and she felt herself being pulled through the fabric of reality. The world around her dissolved, replaced by the chaotic, swirling energies of the Warp.
Cultist-chan found herself back in the dark, twisted realm she had come from. The familiar sights and sounds of the Warp surrounded her, but her heart ached with longing.
"Walaya... what happened to you?" she wondered aloud, her voice filled with sorrow.
She stood alone in the Warp, her thoughts consumed by the memories of the days she had spent with Walaya. Though she had returned to the chaotic realm she called home, a part of her remained in the tranquil valley of Anatolia, where she had found something she never thought possible—love.
Some time later
As Cultist-chan found herself back in the ever-turbulent Warp, her familiar chaotic home she quickly feel back into her old routine. However as days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, the memory of Walaya remained etched in her mind. One day, as she wandered through the shifting landscapes of the Warp, something extraordinary happened. A pulse, faint but unmistakable, resonated in her head.
"Wat be dis? We feel something," she murmured, placing a hand on her forehead. The pulse grew stronger with each passing moment, drawing her toward an unseen destination. She didn't know what it was, but she felt an overwhelming urge to find it. "Must follow dis feeling. Must find where it lead!" she declared, setting off with renewed determination. Her journey through the Warp was treacherous, filled with bizarre creatures and chaotic storms. Yet, she pressed on, driven by the mysterious pulse. Eventually, she stumbled upon a rift, a tear in the fabric of reality that led back to the material world. "Yay! A way out! I go through!" she exclaimed, leaping into the rift.
Emerging on the other side, Cultist-chan found herself in the material world once more. The pulse was still there stronger now as it, guiding her. But its source was distant and elusive. She wandered through various region on the planet she had emerge onto, always feeling the pull but never getting closer.
Determined to find the source, she sat one day and thought really hard on where the source of the pulse could come from. Eventually it hit her that it might be on another planet, with that figure out she moved onto the planet´s shipyard. Well their she mange to sneak aboard an Imperial ship, with no information on where it was heading, she hid among the cargo. Evading detection by the crew. The ship set course for Terra, the heart of the Imperium, and as it drew closer, the pulse grew stronger.
"Dis be right way. Cultist-chan getting closer," she whispered to herself, excitement building.
Several hours went by, as the ship drifted through space and the warp, before coming out back into real space within the sol system. The ship heading towards one of the many shipyard and send down cargo ship to deliver their cargo. One of them Cultist-chan just happen to be in, she giggle to herself as the cargo ship landed on Terra, Cultist-chan slipped off, blending into the dark alley ways. The pulse was almost overwhelming now, urging her toward the heart of the planet—the Imperial Palace.
The journey to the palace was arduous. Cultist-chan had to dodge patrols, sneak past guards, and evade security systems. Her chaotic nature, however, proved to be an asset. She moved with a mixture of stealth and erratic unpredictability that confounded her pursuers. As she approached the grand walls of the Imperial Palace, the pulse became a constant thrum in her head, guiding her steps. She scaled walls, navigated dark corridors, and avoided detection with her uncanny skill. The deeper she got into the palace, the stronger the pulse became, urging her onward. Finally, she reached the innermost sanctum, a place that had not been infiltrated in eons. The massive doors to the throne room loomed before her, but she felt no fear. Pushing them open, she stepped inside.
Cultist-chan stood before the Golden Throne, her heart pounding in her chest. The pulse in her head was stronger than ever, resonating with an inexplicable sense of familiarity. As she gazed up at the mummified form of the Emperor of Mankind, a voice echoed in her mind.
"You... who are you?."
Cultist-chan looked around, bewildered, seeing no one else in the vast throne room.
"Up here in front of you," the voice continued.
Her eyes widened as she realized the voice was coming from the Emperor himself.
"Walaya?...that be you?" Cultist-chan said.
"You... I remember now....you from my ancient past. Back when...I went under then name of Walaya. That’s a name I haven’t heard in a long, long time."
Shock and confusion washed over Cultist-chan. The pulse in her head, the connection she felt—it all made sense now to her. Walaya, the kind young man she had met on Anatolia plains, was the Emperor of Mankind, the enemy of Chaos.
"Walaya?" she whispered, her voice trembling.
"Yes, that was once my name," the voice in her head replied. "I had forgotten our time together, until now. Back during more simpler times"
Cultist-chan felt a whirlwind of emotions. She was torn between her devotion to Chaos and the bond she had formed with Walaya. Despite the conflict within her, she felt an overwhelming urge to be closer to him. She took tentative steps forward until she reached the foot of the Golden Throne.
With a mixture of reverence and longing, she climbed up and sat in the Emperor's mummified lap. The pulse in her head grew softer, more comforting.
"May I kiss you, Walaya?" she asked, looking up at him with wide, tear-filled eyes.
"...Why not... You can't hurt me... but nor do I know if this will help," the voice replied, tinged with a hint of melancholy.
Cultist-chan nodded and climbed up onto his shoulder. With gentle care, she pressed her lips to his skull cheek, a kiss filled with all the affection and longing she had carried with her.
"Goodbye, Walaya," she said as she could feel the familiar energy of the warp surge through her body once more as it was pulling back to the chaotic realm. Tears streaming down her face. "Me miss you."
As she was faded out from the throne room, the Emperor's fragmented memories began to stir. The brief, fleeting moments they had shared in ancient Anatolia came back to him, a poignant reminder of the humanity he once knew.