Ruinous Powers

Gods exist, the problem is that they are the gods of the Warhammer universe

Once again, current events inspire me to write a warning that, if history is anything to go by, will prove timeless. The event in question is the viral discussion around the existence of the digital prostitution service called OnlyFans. I wasn’t going to weigh in at all, since plenty have already done so, but I changed my mind in light of other current events… like

Tarl Warwick

talking about chaos magic in order to explain things like this…

…and the revelation that every virtue-signalling progressive is a nonce. Every. Single. One. Damn you, Tzeentch!

Hell is empty and the devils are here. - William Shakespeare, The Tempest

Speaking of Tzeentch, one of my running gags is that I am a shapeshifting daemon bird. Seriously, take a good look at the symbol I use as my avatar. Since I have also described myself as a degenerate, specifically “having something of a Slaaneshi streak,” and another running gag is that one of the forms I take is a pink-haired futanari catgirl that I use for my own OnlyFans so that I don’t have to get a real job. I don’t know who needs to hear this, but this is just my sarchotic sense of humour. I don’t actually do any of that, I have a real job, and no lewd pictures of me even exist, much less floating around online. That being said, even if my most sexually depraved thoughts were made into reality, I’d still be a picture of utterly puritanical chastity compared to what actually happens in the “adult entertainment” industry. I wish I didn’t know that, and yes, I am slut-shaming. Slut-shaming is good, bring it back. You hear that, Billy Boy? Calling warmongers “war whores” is perfectly acceptable, even if it is an insult to whores!

Anyway, I’ll continue that rant at the end. For now, I’m going to introduce you the four gods of chaos from the Warhammer universe. Apparently, even veteran players of the tabletop game aren’t always familiar with this bit of lore, which is a shame, because it is actually based on occult beliefs from our own world, and thus might make you a little bit more appreciative of what the Imperium of Man actually has to deal with. In the endless crusade to protect humanity, the dark side of human nature is an ever-present enemy.

The first and easiest to understand is Khorne, the Blood God. Khorne cares not from whence the blood flows, so long as it does. He is the embodiment of pure violence, and strength and skill of arms are his exaltations. Khorne is by far the most honourable of the chaos gods, as he despises trickery. The sort of low cunning necessary to win a fight is acceptable, as it serves his purpose. However, a grand stratagem that allows one to win a battle without actually having to fight is most displeasing. The Ancient Greeks had two main gods of war, Ares and Athena, and while the latter is known for strategy and deception, given that she is also a goddess of wisdom, Ares represents brute strength, battle and slaughter, an incarnation of Khorne. Khorne’s polar opposite is Slaanesh, given that Slaanesh is a whisperer, a subversive, a cruel and torturous fiend in the most insidious ways, whereas Khorne is about as subtle as a sledgehammer to the face. His followers, called Khornates, are sometimes augmented with mutations that make them more lethal in combat, such as claws, horns, and sharp teeth.

The second and most complicated is Tzeentch, the Architect of Fate. He is the chaos god of magic. All things Tzeentchian are subject to seemingly random change, for the threads of fate are known only to his greater daemons, the lords of change, one of whom has the epithet of Fateweaver. At the heart of all magic, whether it be sorcery or alchemy, is change. The Ancient Greek philosopher Heraclitus was obsessed with change, and once said “you cannot step into the same river twice, for new waters are always flowing in, and yet you can.” Poimandres,¹ the divine messenger to Hermes Trismegistus, said that everything in the material world is subject to change, and that is what makes it imperfect, and that perfection is to be found only in heaven, or what Plato called “the world of forms.” Tzeentch himself is constant change, and his followers are subject to many bizarre mutations whose purpose is seldom immediately apparent as is the case with the mutations from the other chaos gods. Nothing of Tzeentch is what it seems, but without the change he represents, the world would fall into static karma, represented by his polar opposite, Nurgle.

Nurgle is an alternate spelling of Nergal, the name of the Ancient Babylonian god of the underworld and consort of Ereshkigal. Also a recurring character in The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy, which is absolutely hilarious and you should definitely check it out if you’ve never watched, but I digress.² As a chaos god, he is known as the Plague Lord, representing pestilence and decay. The creatures of Nurgle thrive on the sickness and death of others. Death begets new life in an endless cycle, and when Nurgle has free reign, death itself is life. To quote Ku’Gath the Great Unclean One, one of Nurgle’s greater daemons, “the immaterial veil rends and from it come the march of enlightened disease.”³ In Nurgle’s twisted realm, decay and disease do not weaken, but strengthen in a bizzaro form of solidarity between animal, plant, bacterium, and fungus. But enough about why Nurglites are insufferably cheerful despite half their innards being on the wrong side of their rib cages… or having more sex than showers, which sounds disgusting enough even before I inform you that I’ve never heard of someone taking thirty-seven showers in a single day… well, maybe golden showers, I don’t know what Aella is into, but she mentioned having a biting kink, and since I had to learn that, you do too. The weird part is that 37 is one of the sacred numbers of Tzeentch. Nonetheless, the scatological fetish that some Nurglites have segues perfectly into the last of the four main chaos gods.

Slaanesh, the Prince of Pleasure, or as the Eldar call this entity, “she who thirsts,” is the chaos god of hedonism, excess, pleasure, and pain. He… she… it is also the most self-contradictory of all the chaos gods, thus an absolute mind-breaker, and unlike the writings of Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel, one cannot simply escape the insanity by not reading something. I should probably mention that confounding mortal minds by transcending the gender binary is yet another idea that goes all the way back to Ancient Babylon. Depending on the exact text, being genderless or having a third gender can be applied to the Annunaki, the Ancient Mesopotamian gods, in addition to explicitly genderless beings called Kurgarra who are sent on errands where no man or woman may enter.⁴ However, that is barely scratching the surface. Slaanesh siphons the pleasure away from its worshippers, necessitating more and more extreme levels of indulgence in order to feel anything. This applies to literally any pleasurable activity, such as eating a delicious meal, though Slaanesh is most commonly associated with sexual deviance, and Slaaneshi cultists are known for growing exceptionally long tongues, tentacles, crab claws, and whatever other augmentations that might serve the individual’s fetishes. Whoever came up with Slaaneshi aesthetics was clearly familiar with hentai and BDSM sub-culture. Need I continue, or is that enough nightmare fuel for one day? Well, perhaps if you’re new to this, but given that this is what Carl Benjamin calls “safe edgy,” some of us have grown numb to it, and so perhaps adding something genuinely horrifying is in order. I’ve found videos of kit-bashed body horror that might satisfy, so let me know if that sort of thing interests you and I’ll share them.

Speaking of Carl Benjamin, he once made the claim that the Woke phenomenon is extremely Tzeentchian. I can see where he’s coming from, but I disagree. Socialism in general is Tzeentchian, particularly if you trace its occult origins all the way back to Ancient Greece, but Woke specifically has all the hallmarks of Slaanesh. In addition to overturning everything in society, the Woke movement focuses entirely on the sexual aspect. If you’re familiar with the work of

Karlyn Borysenko

, you know where this is going. The Woke want to “queer all the things,” which means abolishing capitalism by ending the social construct of “straightness,” which is a new term for another buzzword you may have heard, “heteronormativity.” They want to abolish the family, which means abolishing the exclusivity of parental and sexual relationships. Their vision for the future seems to be one big polycule, replacing the family with harems and broods. This phenomenon has metastasised beyond the sphere of political activism, as shown by the rise of sexual capitalism, or the commodification of sex. This is why I keep trying to tell people “capitalism != free market.” A free market means removal of restrictions, whereas capitalism is the worship of the market. Free market advocacy is not meant to be a theory of everything, and most free market advocates, yours truly very much included, keep saying that some things should not be commodified. Sex is one of those things, and people who engage in sexual capitalism are, I would argue, much more prone to degenerate behaviour than sex communists. Nonetheless, OnlyFans millionaires are incredibly useful to the sex communists, because their existence serves to normalise the abolition of propriety and exclusivity. Is it working? Well, on one hand, the fact that Aella, Lily Phillips, and Tia Billinger (Bonnie Blue) are able to find thousands of simps willing to line up and fuck them on camera suggests that yes, it is in fact working. On the other hand, the fact that a huge portion of the population, including plenty of mainstream pundits, are not shy about expressing their utter disgust at these stunts suggests that no, the normalisation efforts are not working.

The ruination of modern society does not end with sexual degeneracy. Slaanesh may be at the forefront of the culture war, beneath which the influencers languish, the true architects of collapse worship Tzeentch, at least in the west. In the Middle East, the influencers still languish in the shadow of Slaanesh, as demonstrated by the IDF’s social media thirst traps and the fact that Tel Aviv is one of the gayest places to ever exist, but in that region it is Khorne who rules. In years past, one had to travel to the region to see the true depths of the barbarism that dominates…

…but now that western nations are importing more and more people from there, they are finding out why the prevailing attitude in Israel is “kill them all, let God sort them out.” Of course, one must point out that the Israeli government is not innocent of stoking violence in the first place, particularly if you give credence to the idea that Hamas is a creation of Mossad. I wouldn’t put it past them, considering the US government’s own hand in propping up organisations in the region that later become its enemies. This cycle reminds me of the plot to the original Dawn of War campaign. For those of you who have never played it, I’ll tell you the story. Sindri Myr, a sorcerer of the Alpha Legion, invites an ork warboss to attack the Imperial world of Tartarus. It’s a trick, but orks love to fight, so they never need much convincing. The planetary defence forces are unable to fight off the orks on their own, and are soon reinforced by space marines of the Blood Ravens chapter,⁵ led by Captain Gabriel Angelos. The space marines handily defeat the orks, only to discover the forces of chaos on the planet. Their discovery is accompanied by the arrival of Mordecai Tothe, an inquisitor of the Ordo Malleus (the daemon hunters). Inquisitor Tothe tells Captain Angelos to take the Blood Ravens and leave, lest they be trapped on the planet due to an immanent warp storm, but Angelos chooses to remain behind to satisfy his suspicions and prevent the forces of chaos from escaping. Shortly thereafter, they encounter the Eldar on the planet, and their leader explains that Inquisitor Tothe is keeping some valuable information from them. After catching up with the forces of chaos, Tothe finally explains everything: Tartarus is cursed by an ancient artifact called the Maledictum, a stone in which the Eldar bound a great and terrible daemon. Sindri leads the Blood Ravens on a chase, allowing bodies to pile up every step of the way so that the daemon may awake and be freed when the Maledictum is finally destroyed. The daemon itself explains this to Captain Angelos at the very end:

This planet was an altar, human, to the Blood God Khorne. Sindri arranged the ork invasion knowing that space marines would come to end their threat. Every death was a sacrifice toward my release, and I must say, your contributions were many and magnificent: Isador, Bale, and finally, Sindri himself. Without so many offerings, I would have remained trapped.

This same daemon would return to corrupt the Blood Ravens’ chapter master in the final game of the entire DoW series, Dawn of War II: Retribution. Yes, I said final. There were no more made after this. Nope, no more, none exists. IYKYK.

Anyway, I’ll wrap this up be explaining how Nurgle fits into this mess. On a number of occasions, I have responded to posts about the climate change alarmist ecosystem by saying “I’d call it Big Green, but that’s an insult to Grandfather Nurgle, so I’ll call it Big Climate instead.” Some new information has come to light that has made me reverse course on this. In the immediate aftermath of World War I, the Allied Powers suggested a total de-industrialisation of Germany. Germany had industrialised very recently compared to France and Britain, and so the belief at the time was that Germans simply cannot be entrusted with any sort of technology. Ultimately, this did not happen, and a similar conversation was had at the end of World War II, though considering that Germany had been bombed back into the Stone Age, no action was taken. In the end, nothing needed to be done, because Germany, under the what-I-have-a-hard-time-calling “leadership” of its perennially malevolent SPD, has de-industrialised all on its own. Wherever the Green Agenda holds sway over politics, the fake environmentalists do such obviously counter-productive things such as cutting down trees and replacing them with solar panels. Between their technological fetishism and promotion of veganism, their policies end up poisoning people en masse. The fetishism of Big Pharma, the idea that modern medicine can solve everything, rather than lifestyle alteration, creates lifelong patients, people who are so hopelessly dependent on the system as to have a quasi-symbiotic relationship with it. Sickness is health, and health is sickness. The aesthetics are the total opposite of how Nurglites operate in the Warhammer universe, but the result is the same. Society is rotten, because all old traditions have been worn down and replaced with nothing of any real substance, allowing a nihilistic mindset to dominate. You know the old saying, “if you don’t stand for something, you’ll fall for anything,” so when people neglect their own spiritual health, it opens the way for a parasite, a daemon, if you will. Now apply everything I just told you to the saying “we all have our own personal daemons.” Anyway, that’s all for now. The Emperor Protects.

1. A name which means “shepherd of man,” Anglicised as Poemander or Pymander

2. As amusing as I found it as a kid, it’s even funnier as an adult because of all the obscure references that most kids are not going to get, e.g. Hellraiser.

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5. Fun fact: Dawn of War is based on 4th edition 40K, and at the time, there was no such chapter in canon; it was made specifically for the game, and did not become canon in the context of the tabletop game until much later. The chapter’s history is shrouded in mystery, with the founding and primarch remaining unknown, leaving many to theorise which legion they originally came from. By process of elimination, plus some hints dropped in the second expansion, Dawn of War: Dark Crusade (which just so happens to be my favourite since I’m a Necron player), it has been deduced that the Blood Ravens are a successor chapter of none other than the seventeenth legion, the Word Bearers. It is exceedingly rare for the Imperium to use traitor gene-seed in a new founding, but it sometimes happens out of either sheer necessity or some heretical experiments by the Magos Biologis of the Adeptus Mechanicus.