The end of Chaos... The Immaterium's death rattle, and likewise, the end of the Sea of Souls. It was a slow and painful thing. Years passed by on this small Tau world, and that was far out of the view of the wider galaxy.
The Imperium? Their pykers lost much of their wild power, even if their power became far easier to control, with how the sea of souls had become a tepid pool of energy now.
From the lowest of Chaos Spawn to the great Greater Demons of the four Chaos Gods and other entities that even the four had to avoid. All... All of them relied on the warp.
And over the years as I grew more and more powerful, my all-devouring might also grew so by the time that everyone realized what was happening. Whether it be the revived Emperor, the chaos gods, the Necron's and even the Eldar.
They quickly and painfully learned that I was a 'cancer' upon their worlds. Any pysker or magic nonsense trying to find me? I would eat their fucking souls... Just like with what happened to the so-called God Emperor of humanity.
Sure riding the wave of my bullshit cultivation and using the faith of his countless believers allowed him to come back to 'life'. But that didn't change the fact that the God Emperor was at his core, a gestalt consciousness of hundreds, if not thousands, of sages of humanity who did that ritual to make Big E.
And all of those could be picked at with curses... Slowly but surely, picking at one soul at a time and the God Emperor of Mankind's soul fell apart utterly, and he faced true death for a change.
Chaos itself faced an even more ignoble end, frankly. I kept to myself, under the cover of tens of thousands of wards, the divine power of Isha, and then, when my son grew. The swirling tapestry of Amun Ra's cosmic weave of stars hid my actions from all.
As I slowly but surely devoured the realms of chaos itself, until finally with Chaos being devoured along with the vast majority of the demons and all demons belonging to the four chaos gods.
The Sea of Souls, for the first time in tens of millennia, was at peace.
It took more than ten years to do so. But being the shining example of a cultivator. I got my revenge on all who offended me simply by outliving and draining their life and existence to fuel my own.
Was it boring? Was it petty? Did it make for an exciting ending to my so-called tale by hiding away and just drinking the entire well that was the Sea of Souls?
Fuck yeah it was boring probably. But I coudn't give a single damn as I slurped up the remaining concioussness of the galaxies tormerntors and even the Tyrranids left the Galaxy in droves as I began taking bites out of the Hive Mind.
And here I was now... With my face smacked dab in between Isha's huge tits as we rested together... In utmost comfort, in a slightly too cold bed that required us to huddle together. And so we did, for two months straight.
All the while, I had four incarnations/clones doing various things in the back of my mind. One of them was taking care of my son Amun-Ra and making sure that the fastly growing god woudn't turn out into a little shit.
As Warhammer 40k didn't need another divine little shit throwing a tantrum due to daddy issues. And unlike the God Emperor, I was actually going to raise my child to be more then just a tool.
Another was spending time with my other honeys in Ellesmere and others.
Another was interacting with the sect's disciples, and the last one was interacting with the Tau, who were still completely naive to my power at this point.
"Hmm, you are thinking too much, my dear husband." Isha's soft voice rang out as her hand gently stroked across my back.
I mumbled into her soft scoops of heaven that were imprisoning my face.
And Isha just giggled quietly her carefully rubbing her leg that was over mine against my leg.
She was silent for a long while before she spoke with a hint of wonderment in her voice. "So much has changed... Closer to fifteen years of peace and serenity with you. And I am now starting to lose my nightmares."
Isha pulled my head closer to her chest, her large breasts smothering my ears from hearing anything but her heart and breath besides her own voice as well.
Fifteen years... Compared to the ten-plus thousand years I spent being tortured in Nurgle's so-called Garden. It only took fifteen years for you to defeat my nightmares and even gave me a son worthy of legend with his future potential."
In response, I brushed my hand across the smooth back of my fertility goddess wife, and she gave a slight whine as I pulled my face out of her breasts so I could properly speak.
"Hmm, I can see Amun Ra is getting a little lonely with how the Eldar and the other disciples are scared of displeasing him. How about we make him a couple of troublesome siblings to keep him busy?" I spoke a bit teasingly.
Isha gave a soft exhale, and I could literally feel her mind at work as her divinity stirred at the thought of fulfilling her domain's purpose.
"You aren't being fair darling." She whispered as she moved one hand from my back to my chest and over my heart.
Knowing all too well where this was going to lead. I just leaned in and kissed the eldar goddess as I mused that within this hell of a galaxy.
There was always a light at the end of the tunnel. With enough hard work, enough eating of the evils that filled said galaxy. A man could MAKE a light in the darkness of the universe of Warhammer 40k
I was now quite literally immortal. I ate the very chaos gods, and with my cultivation, I could see beyond this very universe itself. I had... I had won.
And as Isha's heavy breast filled my hand as she kissed my neck. I was going to be winning every damned day for the rest of my immortal life.