Spark Within Machine

(General POV)

Location the Warhammer 40k World-The Immaterium: The Neutral Zone of Chaos, the Mount Olympus-The Palace of the Dark Gods; The Council Chamber of Calamities

Laharl called his brothers specifically over to the Council Chamber, for a quick update of all that is happening in their world.

Laharl, Tzeentch, Khorne and Nurgle were together and Laharl started explaining things that has been happening around Realspace, such as Humanity's desperate first attempt of "Space Colonization"...which then turns to interstellar conquest, which ultimately ends with nonhuman genocide across the Galaxy.

The Dark One explained that during this pivotal moment of humanity history, they must not interfere with them much...they can start corrupting, some off-shot worlds, and spreading some cultic circles around humans, and next is the piece of news that is going to really, really piss his brothers, once he tell them.

Laharl told them that also during this time, they have to...stop attacking the eldars for a foreseeable future, and just as the Dark One, expected.

His brothers were not happy, they ranted and yelled at the same thing that the eldars, were their to kill and their souls are their nourishment, and soo own.

Laharl allowed his younger brothers to released their annoyances and grievances, until Laharl said, "You guys good now? Okay listen now." Laharl told them that, this age is the upcoming birth of their...younger sister.

They all groaned, especially Khorne, as the Dark One already described what their sister is going to be, and Tzeentch having joined them on in a family bond, and also being the latest in the usual beatdown from older siblings, he knew that once Slaanesh was born it was her turn.

Because of that reason they needed to backoff from the Eldars until they literally murder-eff Slaanesh into existence, but he did assured them that all would be worth in the end, and to give them a bit of a incentive, the Dark One, he psychically showed them visions of the future that is to come, the tearing in reality caused by Slaanesh's birth, the forming of the Eye of Terror and the onslaught of Warpstorms across Realspace.

The downfall of humanity, as well as the expansion of trillions of humans across worlds, the rise of their mortal nemesis the Anathema, now calling himself the Emperor of Mankind, and then coming to them to make a deal with them, in order to create 20-Demingod spawns, the Primarch, and using their genes to create their sons the Space Marines.

Twenty Astartes Legions, and a bit more than half of them will fall to into their thrall, the legions of the Sons of Horus, Word Bearers, Emperor's Children, Iron Warriors, Night Lords, World Eaters, Thousand Sons, Death Guard, Alpha Legion, plus the unknown second and eleventh legions, that they'll insure the reverence and they fall as well, making all eleven fallen and rebelling against their enemy the Emperor.

Which culminated in the climatic battle, called the Siege of Terra...that they fail, losing their ultimate servent and grand commander, the Warmaster, Horus Lupercal.

This of course annoyed the younger Chaos Gods, but their older brother, calmed them down again, as he told them that in that part of timeline they can interfere, saving Horus, along with Alpharius and Konrad Curze.

But also he showed them an alternative reality of their world, were the opposite happen were loyalist turn traitor, and traitors remain loyal, he proposed that they break reality, this shocked Khorne, Tzeentch, and Nurgle about what the Dark One suggested...shatter reality and mix alternative realities into one!!?

Laharl explained that once Slaanesh is apart of their united pantheon, with also the inclusion of Ultnarth...and maybe Hashut...they combined their dark powers, and some dark, divine, Chaos Relics they can achieve this cosmic action and also consume the Chaos and Warp-energies of those alternative reality, this will not only empower them greatly, but also expand their world drastically, along with expanding the legions under their service.

More Chaos Legions, and Chaos Marines, along with more Daemon Primarchs, this greatly interest the Rot Lord, Blood God, and Changer, as the Dark One continues his pitch/explanation on why they should lessen their attacks or corruption of wayward humans and eldars.

Laharl tells them about the battles that will happen in the Horus Heresy, the ascensions of Angron, Fulgrim, Mortarion, Magnus, and Lorgar, and the aftermath of the Space Marine Legions of their enemy, which lead to them expanding more in every way.

This is very convincing to the younger Dark Gods, plus with the addition of more worlds, more enemies to kill and corrupt, and much more they agreed with their older brother, Laharl, and will insure their daemons only fight mostly orkz, and invaders to the Anarkarr Stars.

This made Laharl smile, since this also worked to their favor their temporary cease of aggression against the humans would place the Anathema, in a false state of security, believing that they'd gotten weaker, cause they haven't been messing much with his precious humans.

Now that all agreed and were notified of what's to come in their world, they can focus on other things, such as the Dark One asked his brothers a almost idiotic question, which was if they've sensed the shift and changes occurring in the Warp at the moment?

The three younger Dark Gods, went serious and looked at their older brother, as Khorne spoke, "Of course we've sensed this, shift in the Immaterium. But something tell me, that you already know what it is, and what it's function is, right?" Laharl shuke his head and laughed a bit.

Once he stopped he started to tell them, about the spawning Forge of Souls, the upcoming Daemon Engines, and the semi-divine entity that manages this gruesome but ohh soo important place in the Warp...Vashtorr the Arkifane.

Location the Forming of the Forge of Souls

The Forge of Souls is a dark, daemonic forge located in the depths of the Realm of Chaos of the Immaterium, soon to be ruled over by the Demi-Divine Daemon of Chaos Undivided, the will be known as Vashtorr the Arkifane, which is utilised to create malefic Daemon Engines, Daemon Weapons and potent armaments and talismans to be used by the Daemons of the Chaos Gods in the eternal warfare of the Great Game.

The Forge of Souls exists in a entirely in the beyond, deep within the Formless Wastes of the Realm of Chaos in the Immaterium, this expanding and self-making hellish forge is already cloaked in what will be a perpetually in a pall of black, oily fumes, rank with the acrid stench of forbidden metallurgy, dominated by a cacophony of strident grinding and the wailing of uncountable tortured spirits.

The black fires and infernal processes of these cavernous laboratories are fuelled by the souls of the damned and kept roaring by colossal screaming bellows, manned by legions of semi-sentient nightmare creatures.

From the dark bowels of the Forge of Souls come all manner of hideous and unholy weapons will soon be forged, and distributed to the various Chaos Gods, from Venomcrawlers, Heldrakes, Helstalkers, Defilers, Decimators, Death Wheels, Forgefiends, Maulerfiends, Brass Scorpions, Death Dealers, Lords of Skull, Blood Reapers, Blood Slaughterers, Contagions, Foetid Bloat-Drones, Myphitic Blight-haulers, and even Plagueburst Crawlers.

Lastly the Abominatus aka the Despoiler of Worlds, basically the hellish union of a Chaos-corrupted Imperator-class Titan and a Greater Daemon of Khorne.

But the greatest infernal creation that will emerge from these infernal forges are the Soul Grinders of Chaos.

Soul Grinders are massive daemon engines of Chaos, which are the diabolic fusion of a banish/formless daemon and gigantic war machine fuelled by dark malevolence and its own irrepressible desire to destroy.

The process of creating a Soul Grinder of any faction of Chaos is relatively the same, which involves the fallen daemon...whilst a daemon can never be truly destroyed, its essence can languish for countless Terran centuries before reforming, such a non-existence is intolerable to Daemons, and one that they take great efforts to circumvent.

The most common schemes involve sacrificing their name and a number of mortal souls in exchange for a new corporeal body, those daemons that have a sufficient tally of the dead to their name thus avoid the purgatory of the Forge, but the soul-price is invariably great. (I know many wanted me to put Soul Grinders, into the story already but I couldn't do it for several reasons. First being the Forge of Souls is needed and lore hinted that is was around the Age of Progress, when it first appeared, and lastly Vashtorr, new lore states that he runs the Forge, and makes the deal that creates S. Grinders, cause I wanted Vashtorr in and I didn't want to disrespect the newest Chaos MVP so I couldn't make them early.)

This accursed place is where the still gestating cocoon of the future Arkefine is hidden away, covered in oils, lubricates, and other liquid of function for the gears and mechanic of this hellish forge operate.

This forge will be the home to the blind, ever-mutating Daemon forge-masters of Chaos in service to the future Arkifane, Vashtorr, eternally hammer at their creations in cyclopean smithies.

As for Vashtor he'll be the daemonic demigod that represents innovation, creativity, inspiration, engineering, machinery, and more, as he worshipped directly or not by the inventors, engineers, mechanics, scientists and artisans of the world.

Of the Chaos Entities of the Warp, he was the most bounded for in the 40k World, there are few actual races that feed his divinities, he was born like the other Chaos entities...except Slaanesh...by mainly the actions, emotions, and indirect prayer they sent to the Warp, in lore it was stated that in the Age of Progress, he was the most worship and was close to fully ascending as a Chaos God when he was first birth...but at the sametime the birth of Slaanesh occured and scouwered humanity across the stars by Warpstorms.

These warpstorms, isolated the only race that was advancing and inspired to create new mechanical inventions for their improvement, and advancement, but with the Age of Progress, came soon the Age of Strife, and that crumbled all hopes for Vashtorr's ascension into full Godhood, he instead was akin to a Daemonic Demigod of Chaos, with the scouwering of mankind, then the war against the Man of Iron, which outlawed AI-Technology, then the slow moment of advancement of humanity then stagnation of Terran Technology, doomed Vashtorr to dwell in the shadows of the Chaos Gods, and then finally unveiled himself in the Ark of Omen saga, as a "ally" to the second Warmaster of Chaos, Abandon the Despoiler.

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

As the Dark One finished telling the canon lore of the Arkefine, but that was only true in GW Universe of 40k, not the one of these Chaos Gods are reigning, Vashtorr will prove to be a great asset and brother to them.

Creating and forging daemon engines, and infernal weapons of mass destruction like the infamous deathstrike missile that the Imperium loves to drop onto a battlefield, almost like pushing the exterminatus button on their ships.

Nurgle, Tzeentch, and Khorne agreed with what their older brother was pitching to them, and Nurgle asked him, "But...if humanity...was...the...only race...that...aided in...Vashtorr's...rise...and fall...were human... Then which...race...will...sustain...and...ascended him?" the Decaying God's question was valid, and the Dark Harbinger answer it, aside from humans, the only races in their world who constantly improve and try to advance their technology are the League of Votann aka Space Dwarves, and possibly the Tau.

Cause as "advance" the eldar are they don't focus on their technology, prefering spiritual enlightenment or endless debauchery, depending on the race, the Necron are the most superior race in tech, but at the sametime like humans, their stagnant cause of pride and a superiority complex, and lastly the Greenskin while they might "invent" or "create" its not cause of inspiration...aside being more killi...they only care for fighting and looking good, soo everything else is groot shit.

So aside from the Votann and the Tau, Vashtorr will need more mortals to feed his divinity from, aside from Laharl's own future mortal servent having literal creative freedom, than any other beings in Realspace, the introduction of skaven which are equal if not superior inventors, and visionaries than modern time 40k humans, and Chaos Dwarves or Fallen-Kin or Chaos Squats, whatever the dawi-zharr are going to be called in the 40k World, that would be more than enough to ascend Vashtorr to full Godhood, and sustain him throughout the Grimdark.

Once again the Dark One's younger siblings, agreed with his excessment and plan, finding no fault in said ploy.

So they agreed fully with holding back their legions against the Humans and Eldars, and containing all daemons in either the Warp or the Anarkarr Stars, then as they shared some final words, something "amusing" pop into the many minds of the Scheming God.

Tzeentch spoke to Laharl, "Brother. While it is a great plan, and even I the Weaver of Destiny and Fate, can see no fault in these plans. It still seems to me, that you hold a slight benefit of this...little scheme of our." Laharl, tilted his head and sighed, he knows that this is just one of Tzeentch's little "schemes", but let it never be said he wasn't a considerate God.

Laharl staring at his youngest and quite possibly most irritating brother...he responded, "It's that so? So Tzeentch, what do you think would be a more...equalizing, term for you?" the Changer cracked a wicket smile, that unnerved all his older brothers, as he asked, "Do you still have your, Gleipnir, right?" this question made Laharl and the other very confused, as the Dark One could only respond with, "...Yeah, and why?" as Tzeentch continues to smile and also cackle.

Few moments later...

Location Mount Olympus-The Palace of the Dark Gods, the Banquet Hall of the Gods

Currently the Dark One was slightly hunched on a sit, with his right arm stretched out and a ethereal, transparent mauve colored chain, the Gleipnir, was outstretched from his claw and he was mentally commanding the chain to spin like...a jump-rope.

As his nieces, Limos, Evenline, and even Painwheel, were playing jump-rope, laughing in joy...while his brothers and sisters-in-law were watching and laughing at his situation.

He was truly regretting listening to Tzeentch's request, even his wives were struggling to hold back their laughter, only cause they love him dearly, and honestly if not for his cute nieces enjoying themselves, at the moment, Laharl, he would stop immediately.

The Dark One was grumbling under his breathe, completely drown out from the Chaos Princesses laughter, as he heard some comments from his brothers.

Nurgle said, "It's quite...adorable...what...your doing...for...the...girls...brother." laughing at the end of his frase, which made Khorne and Tzeentch bust out in laughter!!

Next Khorne was the one who spoke, "Yes, it's quite a "honorable", what your doing there...ohhh great, Dark Harbinger." as the Blood God, mocked his older brother, which in turn again made everyone, now including the Chaos Queens to burst into laughter, as well.

The Dark One gave them, all a side-eye stare, as he thought of soo many things to do to his brothers, as payback for this little prank, as he sent a small psychic message to his brother, in a dark, deep, low voice, "Watch your backs..." this made Tzeentch, Nurgle, and Khorne, go quiet.

As the three of them saw the clear look of anger, and annoyance in their elder brother, as his black and red eyes, glowed menacing...that's when both Khorne and Nurgle psychically responded, "IT WAS TZEENTCH!!!" speaking of said Changer, he looked at the Blood and Plague Gods with a clear look of betrayal.

While Tzeentch argued with his traitorous older brothers, beside him, Laharl turned his gaze to his three nieces still playing jump-rope with his Gleipnir, as he thought that only because they were enjoying themselves, the Dark One, kept on spinning his chain for them...as he thought, "Just a couple minutes more..."

And thus the little family amusement, continues, but other things were happening in the Materium.

Location the Materium/Realspace: Milky Way Galaxy Overview

Suddenly all alderiworlds that were beseech by Chaos, were left alone, legions of countless daemons from any of the four ruinous powers, stopped attacking, killing, and corrupting these worlds, after many years of non-stop war between them and the Alderi.

Countless souls killed and devoured, from many, many worlds of the empire, all for their enemy even in advantageous situations, stopped and return to the depths of the Warp, this greatly concerned the leaders of the empire, in-trusting the task of uncovering this mystery was placed on the mightiest farseer in their empire, his name Eldrad Ulthran.

The black and electric blue armored and robed farseer, has been scrying much of the future, he saw the rising of a great being of light and psychic power, rebuilding a fallen civilization of primitives, and becoming a great if not mortal adversary of the Chaos Gods.

But just as he started to pierce the veil of that future, many new visions of a possible, horrendous future for his people, were plaguing his mind.

From the rise of several other ruinous entities, from a great rat leading a plague of vermin that dwell and plot underground, two infernal forgemasters leading creature that closely resembles their hated, ancient enemy or Chaos worshipping stunted being with weapons of infernal power and fury...and a female entity...but everytime he saw this pinkish-violet skinned, horned, daemonic Goddess he also saw a great tear in the Galaxy, along with hearing the echoes...

The echoes of trillions of screaming voices, and quickly silenced, followed bya wicked latch forming around his heart, everytime he saw this vision, Eldrad fell to his knees and panted heavily.

Using his scepter to keep himself from falling, Eldrad fears the uncertain future, once he believed that a possible paradise for the eldar was just on the horizon.

But now he doubts, picking himself up, Eldrad calmed his eratic heart and headed out to do, as the leaders command him, for he to was curious why.

Why would ravenous, and malignant daemons, let alone their dark masters spare his people and their worlds?

It made no sense, and that unnerved the farseer, as he left to the Webway gates to leave, and investigate this grave and concerning issue.