Chapter 1: The Destroyers
Khorne, Chaos god of bloodshed and slaughter, sat upon his Skull Throne within the ever changing realm of the Warp in deep thought. Something was troubling him, which was odd for a god of his power. He disregarded the two Bloodthirsters who were dueling for his admiration at the base of his mountainous throne and continued to ponder over a particular planet in a particular universe. What he saw disgusted him. This planet was devoid of any glorious bloodshed; it was an embodiment of peace and tranquility as the creatures of the world lived in harmony with each other. Had he not been a god, Khorne would have surely vomited from even looking towards such a weak planet.
"How very odd of you to be in such deep thoughts, oh destroyer of sensibility."
Khorne turned towards the mocking voice, which seemed to have no distinct pitch or tone of its own as the voice constantly changed between each syllable, and looked with deep annoyance at the deity who so happened to be shifting between different alien forms at a blinding rate.
"DON'T YOU HAVE SOME MAD SCHEME TO SEE TO INSTEAD OF PESTERING ME!" Khorne bellowed in his deep, haunting voice that could cause entire armies to soil themselves.
Tzeentch, Chaos god of change and trickery, merely grinned with whatever mouth he happened to have at that moment in by far the most insidious way imaginable, and then some.
"Oh come now, how is that any way to treat someone who is almost a brother to you?"
At this Khorne turned back to what it was he was studying with a growl, his grip on the large demonic blade he kept by his side tightening.
"IF YOU DO NOT HAVE ANY BUSINESS HERE OTHER THAN TO ANOY ME THEN GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY SIGHT!" Khorne roared with frustration, his already short temper wearing thin. Tzeentch chuckled lightly as he saw his companion's outburst caused the two dueling Bloodthirsters to lose both their balance and their hearing. He then proceeded to float up to the top of the skull throne to look over the blood god's shoulder at whatever it was that had the lord of carnage so occupied in thought, completely unfazed by the enormous blade Khorne kept close which could split entire realities with one swing.
"Intriguing," breathed the changer of ways, "it would seem that this world holds everything you hate."
Khorne merely growled his confirmation as he continued to study the world that he would love nothing more than to plunge it into bloody chaos.
As if reading the god's ever violent mind Tzeentch inquired, "No doubt you will try to destroy this world to the greatest of you ability."
Again, Khorne growled/grunted his confirmation while giving his companion a look that said, "No shit, Sherlock."
Tzeentch continued his inquires with the most civilized voice he could muster, "And how exactly do you plan on destroying this world?"
"HOW! HOW THE FUCK DO YOU THINK I'M GOING TO DO!" bellowed the master of slaughter, his temper near breaking point, "I'M GOING TO RIP THIS PATHETIC WORLD A NEW ONE AS MY DEMONIC SERVANTS BASK IN THE GLORIOUS SLAUGHTER THAT THEY WILL UNLEASH!"
The Changer of Ways merely sighed at this response as he knew it would be the exact thing his violent companion would say.
"Have you ever considered using subtlety in you tactics?"
Khorne turned again towards his companion, but this time with a look of bewilderment. Subtlety was not a concept that the blood god grasped well.
"As thinking seems to be a new hobby for you," Tzeentch continued, gaining another look of annoyed rage from the blood god, "why not think about this for a moment: would it not increase the glory of the slaughter if it was carried out by new worshipers of your name instead of the servants you already have?"
Khorne looked at his shape shifting companion with deep suspicion, but said nothing. Seeing this as having the lord of slaughter's attention, Tzeentch continued with his proposition. "Why not have the locals of that dreadfully peaceful planet bring about their own slaughter while your servants find more worthy foes?"
Khorne pondered this for a moment before saying, "I SUPPOSE THEY ARE … WEAK AFTER ALL. AND YOU WISH TO HAVE A HAND IN THIS, I TAKE IT?"
Tzeentch once again put one of his insidious smirks. "My, you are getting smarter from all you 'thinking'. Yes, I wish to take part in your little upheaval as changing these peaceful creatures into bloodthirsty monsters would be quite an achievements in my eyes."
The Blood God ignored the insult and once again took a moment to think this new proposition over before finally saying, "FINE, BUT ONLY AS LONG AS THE BLOOD FLOWS ON THIS PITIFUL WORLD."
The Changer of Ways' insidious smirk seemed to widen as he cooed, "Oh it will, Khorne, you can be sure of that." And with that, the two Chaos gods began their unholy schemes for the world known as Equestria.