2Within the depths of the warp, in the pulsating sack of plagues that was Nurgles domain.
The God of Decay, death, rebirth and stagnation sat upon his throne, laughing merrily at his plague children playing within his garden. Souls, having their prayers answered, and letting them see the beauty of the pox.
For the meaning of life is to decay, and the meaning of death is rebirth.
There is no need for such silly notion as change, or evolution. Life will just decay and be reborn once again.
Nurgle stirring his ladle in his pot, unconsciously, had a thought. His domain within the warp is secure enough for him to divide his attention between projects, so why not extend his influence to other places than the immaterium.
It could allow him to grow stronger, spread his holy name, and strengthen his domain. Allowing him to fight the corrupting influences of his siblings, and the anathema.
The more he thought about it the more he liked the idea. His garden, once calm, the plagues wafting through the air serenely, erupted into action.
Pox filled volcanos erupted in a sense of excitement, the Nurglings and great unclean ones cheered in joy, feeling grandfather Nurgles excitement.
Spreading his conciseness, Nurgle separated a small piece of himself, wrapping it in a protective layer so that it may survive dimensional travel and sent it through a dimensional tear that he created.
The instructions that were given to his child, I guess you could call it, were simple: Spread the name of nurgle and the greatness of pox and decay.
The piece of himself that was sent though the tear, its conscious not yet aware that it is not a part of its whole self just yet, molds itself onto a reincarnating soul.
The soul's previous self was completely destroyed, the immense power that the little essence of nurgle it absorbed deleting the soul's existence from the warp.
The soul found itself a newborn to attach itself to, it was to experience the feeling of being birthed for the first time since it was absorbed by nurgles Essence.
The feeling of life spreading throughout its body was an intoxicating feeling. The chills of the air, the warmth of his mother's touch, and the noises were a bliss for the newborn godling.
Awakening for the first time since his birth, Nurgle, or Leo now, thought of plans for his goal of conquering wherever he ended up. The nature of him being a newborn did not come up until nurgle tried to move, only to find his chubby insubordinate arms and legs betraying him. Moving in ways that he did not mean them to, or just not working the way they are supposed to.
Is this what mortals feel? Ugh, they must feel disgusted.
Looking around his room, he sees a seemingly blue painted room with letters spelling out his name he presumes, atop his bed. Little stickers of cars are plastered on his walls and his door is at least nice to look at. I mean it is right in front of him.
His current residence does not seem bad, his bed is comfortable for mortal standards, and his clothes, while not that comfortable are sufficient enough.
His parents, although he has not met them since his first day alive, seem competent enough.
The door opens and in comes his nanny. She comes in often to feed him. She usually uses a bottle, in which he finds ok, the taste of whatever is inside does not taste great, but it will do.
The woman-nanny comes closer to his crib, expecting her to feed him, he lifted his arms in a 'grab me notion,' he quickly notices however that she does not have a bottle in hand.
Is she not here to feed him? And if not, then what is she up to? He squints his baby like eyelids at her, hoping his suspicions look is noticed and she will just tell him what she is doing.
In a surprising divergence of routine, she picks him up, undoes buttons to her shirt and sticks his face to her bare chest.
Embarrassment and anger well up within him, how dare this mortal woman make him cheat on his isha this way, how da-
A sweet buttery taste erupts in his mouth, its taste so divine that it completely halts any notion of loyalty to isha.
Desperately wanting more he suckled on the nipple on where the divine taste was coming from.
If he was honest with himself, he did not know that mortal woman's milk tasted so lovely.
Burping in satisfaction, he let go of the mortal woman's breast and closed his eyes in sleep. The woman, carefully so not to wake him up, put him back in his crib.
...
A few days later, he found himself in a baby chair. Which 1 would be humiliating if he would be bothered to care, because currently he was distracted from his humiliating position, by the thoughts of his powers. Did they work in this realm? Or do did they not? He would have to find out soon, because if they did not, something is either wrong with the spell he cast to get here, or it is the realm that is the problem. If it is the former then his journey to conquer this world will be taking more time than expected, if it is the latter, well then that can be fixed.
He was pulled out of his thoughts by, of course, his parents. Oh yes, he forgot to mention that his parents, with their relatively wealthy careers and a decent house, were on the verge of divorce.
Thier yelling can be heard all the way from the living room from within the dining room. To put that in context, there are 4 different sets of doors separating the dining room and the living room.
They were supposedly arranged to be married at a young age, so the difficulties in the marriage are usually blamed on that.
As well as the unbreakable rule that his parents did not follow, do not work together when married, it only leads to pain.
Thier names, his parents' names that is, while not unusual, are different. His mother, her name being lyla, and his father's name is Ingrid.
His appearance while not completely handsome like a model, he would range somewhere between average and above average.
He would blame his looks on his Parents's average looks, but...
They are by no means unsightly, of course he would not mind, all is better when things end in decay. They are quite beautiful by mortal standards; nobody would be looking at them in disgust while they are walking the streets.
Anyways back to testing to see if his powers work.
With a small flick of his cubby wrist, the little bib that he was wearing disintegrated, or more accurately decayed into nothingness, right Infront of him.
That answered his questions almost immediately. Although it took more effort than it would usually take, it was a start. Confirming that he was able to use his innate powers in this dimension, realm, whatever it is.
His nanny, who was cooking his meal at the tables counter, looked towards him, making him stop what he was doing. He tried to act discreetly, and hoped she did not notice his use of his powers. He hoped against all hope that she did not notice his missing bib.
That failed spectacularly, she noticed he could tell. So, when she brought his meal towards him, with his legs kicking in the air and all. She brought a spare Bib as well.
She placed his food on his little baby table, and forced the bib on him, nearly choking him, clearly, she thought he took the other one off forcefully.
How rude.
With his bib on and his food clearly on his baby table, his nanny went back to sitting on her chair near the front of the table. Not that far as to not notice if he did anything to cause trouble, but far enough so as to allow him to do whatever he pleases.
Just when he was about to grab a pitiful hand full of cheerios, his parents, clearly upset, barged through the door.
Thier expressions not betraying just how angry they seem, but clearly letting others notice their foul mood.
"Helen you may leave." Lyla, his mother said, looking at his nanny, now identified as Helen. Helen stood up and bowed gracefully "Yes ma'am."
The sounds of doors opening confirmed her departure. His parents, their food already set on the table, took their seats. His mother obviously took a seat closer to himself. His father, clearly wanting to establish some sort of dominance, took a seat at the head of the table.
Nurgle himself did not really pay much attention to the rest of dinner, only paying attention if one of his parents mentioned his mortal given name.
To be honest, he was getting tired of these mortals frivolous customs. It would be so much easier if they were under his control, so he may find more information about this world. It is clear that it is at least advanced enough to have Vox casters, clearly way less advanced than the false imperium's but still functional.
Wait...
Haha, yes that's it!
With a blink of his eyes, his power activated, a greenish emerald like glow emanated from within his eyes, making them glow green. In response his parents' eyes also changed into an emerald green like color, confirming the effectiveness of his ability.
And with a command to worship him, the power took effect.
Their skin once unblemished and untouched, turned into a vomit like green color, blisters and welts grew on their skin within seconds. Thier teeth, once a pristine white turned yellow with decay. Parasites of every size grew rabidly, injecting their innate toxins infused with Nurgles blessings.
With a simple mental command, what was once his mother picked him up. His father, following not that far behind.
Sorry Helen, may you be well. He thought somberly. Although he did not know her that long, He liked her, a mortal as she was.
With one final look at the house of his parents, he was carried off to the outside world to fulfill his goal.
...
Within the hallowed halls of kamar-taj, the ancient one, her presence serene and radiant, sensed a darkness in the future.
Her vision, once clear, was now filled with noxious fumes, poxes of every kind. Plagues so deadly, governments were destroyed.
Cults, worshiping some disease-ridden figure surrounded by two unsightly creatures, one seemed female with their breasts clearly exposed, their curvaceous features evident with the way she stood, rotting flesh evident on her skin.
The other seemed male, their muscle-like figure, mixed with rotting flesh, maggots, and filled with diseases she does not want to know.
The vision ended, causing her to take a gasping breath. Calming her breathing, she stood up.
She has to warn someone of the dangerous future ahead of them, she thought.
Snatching a scarf from a nearby table, she wrapped it around her, transforming it into a makeshift robe. With determined steps, she exited the chamber.
Noticing some monks cleaning some bookshelves, she beckoned them to follow her.
Hearing her voice, they followed her throughout the building, and into kamar-taj's basement, its darkness illuminated by 100-year-old torches.
They continued until they reached a room, its doors old and wooden, pictures of the time stone clearly engraved on its surface.
Stopping just Infront of a torch on the left of the door, she pulled, and with that the door opened. Its confines seen to all.
Bookshelves, ancient in age, stood before them. The air is musky and filled with deep magiks. "It is time," She spoke with urgency. "Activate the ritual of Clairvoyance"
The monks rushed into the room, preparing spells that are needed for the ritual.
One of them stopped before her. "Supreme one, may I ask what this ritual is for? Surely the Time Stone would have confirmed any impending danger." the monk spoke with curiosity.
The Ancient One's eyes bore into his. "True, young one. Yet, it never hurts to double-check one's path." She swept her robe and gestured toward the center of the room. "Let us proceed."