Power Given
Within the Warp, deep in his domain and on top of his ever changing throne, Tzeentch pondered over a question that has been plaguing him. This was unique as the Chaos God of Change rarely focuses on a single thing for there was always a plan to be made, a scheme to be form, and a war to be brought by his followers. But this particular question has been bothering him, if he can be assumed male, for many years now, not that time existed in the Warp.
The question was simple. How would a mortal deal with the powers of Chaos if given to them unwillingly? Would the mortal go mad with thoughts of conquest or perhaps become a savior of the darkest kind? Would they become as twisted as his followers or stay sane and try to do good? The possibilities were endless.
Tzeentch decided that it was time for his question to be answered and, using his endless psychic might, extended beyond the Warp and beyond the universe that has caught the Chaos Gods attention. Despite what the mortals thought, the Warp simply didn't span one galaxy or even one universe, but rather the Endless-verse itself! The Endless-verse included every single universe in all of existence while a Multiverse refers to a cluster of universes.
This meant that the Chaos Gods, with the exception of Slaanesh who was technically born in this universe due to the Eldar and has yet reached the point where he/she can reached across universes, was known and feared to many divine beings in other universes. They were without a doubt the darkest beings in all of existence and were beings who shouldn't be trifled with. Many beings, both mortal and divine, had fallen to Khorne's rage, Nurgle's plagues, and Tzeentch's schemes without even knowing who they were.
The only reason why they were so focused on one universe was because that no other universe has ever offer them such a challenge but eventually it shall die and the Chaos Gods' attention shall be directed elsewhere.
Tzeentch knew that he couldn't use a mortal from that universe as they would either take their own life or be hunted down. No, he needed a mortal that would be able to fit what he needed. A mortal who walks the grey line between good and evil. A being who could easily become evil as well as become good. A mortal who will try to seek their purpose with powers forced upon them.
Its been many eons since he looked at other universes and couldn't help but take in the sights so to speak.
A blond hair mortal with some Lesser Demon of Khorne sealed within his stomach. He gave it a fright when he briefly flared his power within it's seal.
A group of mortals that actually called themselves "Shinigamis" battled another group of mortals over a fake city. Tzeentch remembered corrupting one of their own with promises of being a God.
A mortal made of rubber battling three others that had power over light, ice, and magma. Those fruits that gave them those powers were an experiment by one of his Lords of Change if he recalled correctly.
So many more and finally he found a mortal that was perfect. Best of all was his knowledge of the Warp, though he did consider it fictional that would change soon, and what his ultimate goal in life is. Waiting for the mortal to sleep, Tzeentch reached into his dream and pulled.
Outside a book shop, a line of excited readers that extended for miles and in front of all them was a man signing their books. An old couple watched in awe as the donations box was stuffed with so much money that they were going to need another one soon.
"There is no way we can repay you for this Zach," The woman in her seventies wearing a simple green sweater with a white shirt underneath and a fading yellow dress. Her husband wore a blue shirt with jeans and was counting the amount of donations they had so far, eyes widening as the number kept going up.
The man had raven black hair with tan skin, built in terms of lean and mean, and had dark brown eyes, He wore a grey shirt with black pants and signed yet another one of his books. The excited teen squealed in joy and rushed off, another one taking her place quickly. He looked at the old couple with a gentle smile.
"And I've told you before that you don't need to repay me," Another signature, another happy reader. "When I heard that the grandchildren of the couple that encouraged to start writing needed a transplant that the family couldn't afford, how I could ignore that? I'm doing this simply because I want to thank you two for everything you've done to help me."
The old man let out a chuckled. "Yes you were quite the troublemarker. I remember you rigging one of your teacher's car with a stink bomb." Zach laughed at that. While his teenage years were a bit dark, it could have gone much worse if this couple didn't volunteer to watch over him. To him, he owned them everything and much more. Another teen came up with a book, only to gasp and drop it in fear and shock, his gaze directed upward.
Zach looked in his direction and almost had a heart attack.
A hole in the sky ripped itself into existence, the inside was an endless vortex of colors that gave him a headache from just looking at it. Suddenly a massive claw slowly came out of it, reaching down. Everyone screamed and ran but Zach stood still, not in shock or horror but because he simply couldn't move. Something kept him still and was helpless as the hand took and pulled him into the vortex.
Tzeentch stared at the young mortal child he held in his claws. The Chaos God current form was one of his Greater Daemons, a raven with midnight black wings wearing robes that rippled as if made of liquid instead of fabrics. The mortal, one of 16 years, was simply the same person just younger.
"Hello mortal," The mortal child shook in fear and was muttering, "This is just a nightmare," over and over. "This isn't a nightmare child. It is as real as pain," Tzeentch gave him a shock, making him scream. "Now do you know who I am?"
He shook, eyes wide from both fear and pain, and stuttered out. "S-Satan?" Another shock, another scream of pain.
"Here's a hint, one of my many titles is the Great Conspirator," The Chaos God waited for a minute as the mortal child slowly came to the horrible realization.
"Y-your T-Tzeentch a Chaos God," He spoke, disbelieve, as said Chaos God nodded his head. "But you're suppose to be fictional!"
Tzeentch chuckled, a mix of a crow's caw and a man's voice which made it sound frightening. "Ah but what one universe sees as mere fictional, another sees it as reality. I've seen countless universe to see that this is true. But I have not brought you here to discuss what is fiction and what is real," He raised the boy to eye level. "I have an offer for you Zach. An offer you will not refuse."
Zach looked Tzeentch in the eyes. "What offer?" There was still fear in his voice but now mixed in was determination and courage and his eyes was narrow instead of wide with fear like before. That spoke of promise.
"Power unlike any other. I will give you the powers for those who follow me. Think about it, the ability to change anything. To control spells of unmatched power. To be given access to this," He waved a claw and the surroundings changed into a realm that was constantly changing. The skies were an endless swirl of colors filled with Screamers while below laid the Crystal Labyrinth where untold numbers of beings were forever lost in. In the middle of that is the Impossible Fortress, doors slowly opening as if the Fortress itself was yawning or snapping shut like a great beast. Towers rose and fell while Lords of Change flew around it, few entered but the weaker ones dared not to get close or they may become apart of the Fortress.
If Tzeentch wasn't protecting Zach's mind, he would have gone mad several times over.
Despite everything, he couldn't but look around in horrified awe. Zach swallowed but steeled his nerves. "A-and if I refuse?"
"Then I will drag your home into the Warp where every single living being will be torn apart by Daemons and you'll be forced to live eternally knowing that your decision damned them all.' He stared at the Chaos God in shock, fear, and horror.
"Y-you can't do that," He whispered but only partly believed his words. He originally thought that Tzeentch existed only in Warhammer but here he was, held in said Chaos God's grip. Who knew what he was truly capable of.
Tzeentch lifted him so he could only see his eye. "Can't I?" Zach shook and tears fell from his eyes before he hung his head down. "So tell me, do you accept my offer?" Mutely, he nodded his head. Ah how easy mortals were to dance to his strings.
"The offer is simple, I will give you not just power but the form, armor and weapons of one of my most powerful Sorcerers. You will be free to do what you wish the power. If you become a destroyer or savior, I shall not care as long as you do something. However this comes at a price, your life," Zach's head snapped to him, jaw dropped. "I mean your life in your universe but I shall give you a deal. When you wake up next morning, you won't remember a thing and continue your normal routine. However on your way to school, you notice a man getting mugged in an alley and decided to help. Alas the man pulls a knife and you take the hit to protect the man, dying before help could arrive. The man, a Dr. Harrow who believes in repaying debts with a passion, would later develop a cure to Cancer, becoming famous worldwide. However, upon accepting his reward, he could speak about you from what he learnt from your family and friends and thank you, immortalizing your name in history."
"After all, your greatest goal is to simply be remembered forever. To never be buried under the sands of time."
The teen thought this over and despite the dying part, it did sound kinda of good.
"Or I could simply kill you in your sleep right here and now," Tzeentch added.
"I'll take the first offer," Zach said in defeat as Tzeentch grinned.
"Good now there will be a few perks include in this offer. One is that you'll be able to summon and control any of my Lesser Daemons and use the Warp as freely as you wish, provided that you don't try to tap into Nurgle's or Khorne's powers. Also you'll be able to summon the Rubric Marines to do your bidding," Tzeentch held out one claw, a Rubric Marine standing there in all it's silent glory. "But now without a price which will reveal itself in time. Finally your new form will also include a higher intelligence than you have now, gifting you with a dangerous mind," Zach felt insulted at that comment. "However, while you will have power, you shall have none of the experience nor the training. This means that if you stupidly let the power go to your head, you will fall easily so I'm going to assign you a guide of sorts to help you. Now is there anything you wish to say mortal?."
"Yeah, why me?" He asked. "Out of billions of people, why me?"
Tzeentch brought him close once more. "Because, despite knowing what your goal is, you still don't know how you'll achieve it. This dream was being a writer who's works outshines even Shakespeare, your last dream was building a monument that shall stand against even time and the one before that was being an infamous robber who robbed the White House. You know your goal but not the path to take toward it. Now is that all child?'
Zach didn't say anything but rather did something that caught even Tzeentch by surprise. He spat in the Chaos God's eye.
Tzeentch reeled back, surprise on his face for the first time in eons before roaring with laughter. "Oh you are going to one fun puppet to watch." With that, the Chaos God then threw Zach out of his realm and out of his sleep before reappearing back on his throne. 'Now the question is, where shall I send him to?' A quick look and he found the perfect world to send his new puppet to. A quick look and he found the perfect one and just to spite him for the spitting in his eye, he was going to make his new puppet's arrival VERY noticeable.
Princess Celestia stared at the Mare in the Moon with sorrow in her eyes. 'Just one more month sister and I will be able to say how sorry I am to you,' She directed her gaze to her student Twilight Sparkle and her dragon Spike, the former falling asleep in her room after studying herself to sleep and the latter who followed her to keep her company. 'At least these past few years have be fun with Twilight and Spike around.'
She cast one last look at the moon once more before noticing something odd in the sky. Something that was...colorful? Celestia used her magic to probe the oddity... and immediately regretted it.
The alicorn saw all of Equestria burning in ever changing fires. Earth Ponies and Unicorns chased on the ground by creatures unlike anything she seen before, magic spewing from them effortlessly while in sky Pegasi were attacked by what she could only describe as sky sharks that emitted terrifying screams. In front of her stood a bipedal figure, taller than her, most of it's features hidden from her by some sort of colorful mist. What she could make out was a staff in one hand, a book in another, and long horns that extended over it's head.
Then it's head turned to her, glowing red eyes freezing her to her spot.
In those eyes Celestia saw a being crueler than King Sombra, more twisted than Discord, and darker than Nightmare Moon. She saw a being who would destroy everything she knew simply to see how long it would take it to do so. A monster unlike anything she ever faced before.
It lifted it's staff and a bolt of pink lightning shot toward her and the only thing she could do was scream.
"YOUR HIGHNESS! YOUR HIGHNESS"
"-tia! Please Celestia wake up!"
"Twilight what's going on!?"
"I don't know!!"
"YOUR HIGHNESS! Damn it! Oh Faust please forgive me!"
A sharp smack hit Celestia's cheek snapping her out of her horrible vision and back into reality. The first thing she saw was the worried expression on Shining Armor's face along with Twilight who had tears running her face. It was then that she noticed that she was on the ground, her coat covered in a cold sweat and shaking from her ordeal. She blinked, feeling tears in her eyes and a copper taste in her mouth.
Shining Armor helped her stand back up, her legs shaking as he did. "Princess Celestia what happened to you? My sister told me that she woke up to see you on the floor, screaming."
The white alicorn didn't answer and instead slowly made her way back to her balcony. The colorful oddity was gone but Celestia had a horrible feeling that whatever it was, she hasn't seen the last of it.
'Uh my aching head. Man what happened last night?' I groggily thought, slowly opening my eyes to see a little red flower in front of me. 'What a pretty flower.' I closed my eyes to enjoy a few more- Wait flower? My night stand didn't have a flower on it.
My eyes snapped open to see that I wasn't in my room but rather outside, near a lake and surrounded by some flowers. I reached toward one of them to see if it was real when I noticed something wrong with me.
My hand wasn't the small, admittedly girl-like, hand I had my whole life but now a large armored blue hand that looked like I could crush a man's skull in.
'What the hell?' I stood up, noticing that I was much taller than before and slowly made my way to the lake. Once there, I stared in awe at the reflection that greeted me.
A huge figure stood in the water, covered head to toe with armor and robes over his legs. A gold helmet with six horns extending from it, two things hung down, looking like little skulls and finally a glowing blue eye were on my forehead that contracted with the two glowing red ones. To confirm who's reflection was it, I gave the middle finger which the reflection copied.
I knew who stood in the reflection all too well. 'Ahriman! How the fuck did I become Ahri-' My train of thought crashed when I suddenly remembered everything. Tzeentch, a Chaos God I thought was fictional, abducting me from my world and threatening to destroy it completely if I didn't agree to his offer. I remembered our conversation perfectly, right down to me spitting in his eye.
Despite my situation of being stranded in another world with absolutely no way home in a different body, I couldn't help but think.
'Why the fuck couldn't I become a Hive Tyrant? I barely know anything about Chaos!'
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I find this to be most interesting... let us see where this goes, shall we?
Ahriman is a damned traitor, but good read so far
Seems good so far, lets see how you do with actual storytelling.
I can't waite to read more chapters from this story.
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Completly agree, it's quite different from most HiE's and hopefully it will avoid most of the standard stuff
Interesting….Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely….Or is a lot more fun, either or…lets see how or human friend deals with power.
A warhammer slash MLP fic which seems promising! FINALLY! I look forward to seeing more of this!
This is going to be fun.
He should have put him inside Ahrimans old thousand sons armor, the whole red/gold ancient egypt look is amazing and dosn't scream EVIL!! like the post heresy look does.
Because lets be honest, what chances does he have of not being seen as the bringer of the coming apocalypse and the harbinger of ultimate doom in a chaos sorcerer outfit?
A very fine start and an interesting one at that. how will our dear sap deal with MLP and also how will he screw it all up. I look forward to the results.
Ahriman, eh? Let's have a look.
Wow this is awesome. Very compelling plot, I will be watching this closely.
Hope to see more soon.
Extremely interested, will put on read later and check every day for updates!
First piece of advice, find an editor. Hell, here's the auto reviewer that I use to pre edit my stories.
Second, put this in Word and run autocorrect. (just a helpful hint, not really necessary with this chapter)
I think some words may have been the wrong tense and a few were missing a 'ly' on the end.
Lastly, the explanation of the warp in the beginning felt a little odd. Personally I think it would have been better if Zach had gone over this stuff while facing off with Tzeentch. Not all of it mind you just some of the more intimate details could have been done without. But all in all, these are fairly minor missteps.
The story premace is interesting, though I have to wonder if Tzeentch would stick his finger in the proverbial petri dish just over being spat on. Contaminating his experiment seems counter productive. And to be fair he did threaten to damn everyone on the planet to a fate worse than death if zach didn't play ball. I would think he would understand/not care about a little mortal spittle. Can't be the worst thing to happen to him. So unless he had some other motive for it, say, giving him a hurdle to rise above, then that would make sense.
TL;DR version: needs work, but you'll improve with time. Can't wait for the next chapter.
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First off, THANK YOU! That auto reviewer will be so useful to me.
Unfortunately my Word is locked so I can't do that until I find a new one to download.
The Warp explanation is something that my friends and I came up with. We're all huge Warhammer fans with each of us following a certain god. I include that to show how it was possible for Tzeentch to just reach across universes to take one mortal.
I'm going off the thing on how gods were very vengeful in myths so Tzeentch made that single exception but the real reason will be explained in later chapters.
Finally practice makes perfect! Thank you and everyone else for reading and committing on my story.
You have my attention, Scribe of Tzeentch.
(You have to be aligned with the Changer of Ways to write something like this)
This is going to be good.
Fuck Yeah Ahriman
, this Story will be wonderful.
kind of disappointed really, i was hoping for the actual Ahirman not someone cosplaying as him
but fuck it, i'll bite, lets see where you run with this
Not bad, I'll watch this to see where you go with it.
Yes! Another fanfic with the Warhammer 40k universe, I am literally dancing in my chair. i2.kym-cdn.com/entries/icons/original/000/010/100/dis%20gon%20be%20good.gif
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Welp, JarOfHearts touched upon it, but yeah, you have some tense errors, a few minor spelling errors, y'know, the runs.
Personally, were I to critique you, I would say give me some more content 'ere. When viewing through the eyes of a character, even in third person, it's pretty important to properly convey the feelings and reactions of said character, and to give a strong, lasting impression concerning how he views things. To be specific, when making a high-intensity scene like, say, him getting picked up by a chaos god, I'd really love to get into his mind, is the grip of Tzeentch painful? Does he feel queasy, or vertigo, at being manhandled so? What are his physical responses to being forced into this ultimatum? Remember, feelings are often also physical sensations, especially when talking about guilt, relief and diverse painful social interactions.
Also, it feels to me like you sort of rushed the ending there a bit. It was mostly just, "Oh, and then, and then, and so I walked, and then penis." Personally I'd much prefer some slow waking up, get me a feel for his senses. How does he feel in that armor? What does he smell (Hint: Probably not much)? How does the armor change the way he sees things, and how he feels things? And the way he walks? Is it empowering or awkward?
The devil is in the details, my good sir. If you use GDocs, you can share the documents with me and I can give it a go-over and give you some tips, as 'twere, so don't hesitate to ask for help.
Quasi One, out.
That be the last Faust diety...ing (forgot the word for it) we will see in this fic? Please?
This is one Warhammer 40K I am interested in, keep up the good work old chap
(Oh dear Lord what has happened to me?) 
looks good so far!
also, for you who doesn't know who Tzeentch is
http://1d4chan.org/wiki/Tzeentch
click the link for an informative, yet not totally serious description
also, Tzeentch planted that vision in Celestia's mind so that when she saw him, she'd either attack him or make his life miserable
also again, if you don't use "Change is sometimes necessary. But I prefer order. It is more...predictable." (one of his quotes) in this story, i'm going to be severely disappointed.
Hey! Cool beans, I've been working lately on a 40k crossover fic myself. Not quite the same thing, but I'm throwing this on my to-read list.
the possibilities are nearly limitless
SO looking forward to this
This interests me just as much as Tzeentch.
Knowledge is power, guard it well.
ah the forces of chaos....complete dickheads they be....why couldn't it be ork? they be fun!
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That wiki describe him as the god of 'generally weird shit'.
3724396 yeah 1d4chan can get pretty wierd.
you should see their description of Kharn the betrayer, or simply, 'that team-killing fucktard'
i prefer this one: http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Main_Page#.Usa9YPTuKSo
Ahh when Celestia looked into the "oddity". Witch was the void if am right.Tzeentch gave her apossibly horrific vision of the future. that will now make Celestia wherey of Zach and most likey not turst him at first. That is if he become good(witch I hope he does). Lets just see where you take this.
Aww fuck yeah!
Awesome fic!! i want more
You lost me there.
Good luck with your story. Here's a parting gift:
*kind of good.
Kinda doesn't exist in written form.
Remember Zach "With great power come great responsibility."
TYRANIDS FTW! But, seriously, if you don't include an ACTUAL 'nid in this... I will be most displeased.
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The beginning was more or less of a test chapter to see how I will be going about the story. I have written before and this is how I generally like to do things.
Another thing is, like I stated before, my Word is locked somehow and I'm looking for a new one to download, not to mention I'm just not used to writing in Word or GDocs. I'm one of those writers who keeps their ideas and stories in notebooks and in their head.
Of course this was after my computer crashed and I lost all data for a huge writing project I've been planning since last July and had to restart for complete scratch.
Still thank you for your information and I'll be sure to follow them.
As an Ultramarine player, the fact that you are implied to like Tyranids is Heresy.
Heresy!
Soooo, Ahriman hn? Well, fits, since he is the most powerfull, ex-metahuman Sorcerer in the W40k-verse who is, despite beeing a chaos woreshipping badass still somehow a good guy. In a very twisted kind of way.
Hey, see the bright site buddy. At least you didnt woke up as Asdrubael Vect or even Urien Rarkarth.
Which would be actualy kinda RAD.
Because Dark Eldar rule supreme!
Just all the other factions didn´t know it. Yet.
As someone who started out with running a Thousand Son's army, and very much still a Chaos Marine player loyal to Tzeentch this interests me heavily. I must keep watching this as it mixes my two biggest fandoms, one of my favorite prompts for stories (shoving 40K where it doesn't belong) and my favorite Chaos God all into one, just like A Thousand Son in Equestria.
Dude, seriously, get an editor.
Also, you lose points for having someone become Ahriman, rather than use Ahriman himself.
Seriously, Ahriman is an awesome character.
I'll still fave to keep track, but the ice is thin.
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What about their description for Ahriman? They called him the "Sorcerer of the Red Cyclops" and "an evil Persian Space Marine reeking of JUST AS PLANNED." So true though...
Ahriman, the only follower of Malal. Let the cheese dickey begin!
Learn to write Tzeentch
He is not so stupid.
I was expecting Ahriman... i did get Ahriman... kinda. I mean i'm not complaining, I'm liking it so far (so it's not that far, only about a 3142 words worth) but i digress.
Just keep it up, i wanna know what's going to happen next. And i want to know FAST!!!
Yeah, i should calm the fuck down...
Wait, I actually did write a fic with Ahriman a while back, what the fuck, a coincidence? We should team up.
um, punch the wrong button? got a notice of a new chapter and so far nothing
Sorry everyone! I hit the publish button when I trying to edit it! Guess that what happens when you spend half the night studying and decided to edit a story a bit. However the next chapter is almost complete so expect an update at least this weekend.
3751363 complete? and you make us wait? that is the most evilest thing i can imagine