A/n: I think this chapter will be the last mention of Thanquol. I was having writer’s block with Aaric, so I wrote this.

In a certain rat island in the Dreamlands:

A hollowed cathedral of madness lay beneath Skavenblight, its ceiling lost in shadow, its walls pulsing with warpstone veins like arteries.

A large circle was built in the middle of the chamber, with Skaven body parts scattered all about it.

New Skaven were brought in one after another to be sacrificed, their bodies butchered and their parts thrown into the circle.

“Skreee! Bring-bring! My brave Skaven, come and die! Be reborn in the image of the Great Horned Rat!” shouted the large Skaven who was butchering his fellows.

Thanquol stood in a smaller circle connected to the larger one, as did the other Grey Seers, twenty-one in total, their robes billowing.

They chanted the Thirteenth Litany, their voices cracking, tails twitching, eyes bleeding green from prolonged use of warpstone.

They chanted madly, making gestures with their paws and swinging their staffs wildly.

Suddenly, the body parts in the circle stirred and began moving toward the center of the ritual as if pulled by an invisible force.

The sacrifices stopped as the Skaven watched in awe and knelt all at once, witnessing their god taking form before them.

The body parts twisted and merged, forming a massive figure. Black smoke rose from the circle as the parts melted into a black sludge.

The sludge was sucked into a portal that opened beneath the larger circle.

For an hour the ritual continued, until at last something emerged; a torso the size of a fortress, arms like siege towers, claws dragging across the stone and carving trenches with every twitch. Its fur was patchy, matted with rot and warp-oil.

Bones jutted through its skin like broken spears. Its head was a nightmare with three eyes stacked vertically, each blinking out of sync, and a mouth that stretched from jaw to chest, packed with teeth like rusted blades.

It didn’t roar. It didn’t speak.

It laughed.

The Skaven felt true fear as their god formed before them, spreading his hands and laughing as they all did.

And just as suddenly as the god emerged, he collapsed.

Mid-laugh, the Great Horned Rat leaned forward and fell to the ground, his mouth open, tongue lolling out.

The Skaven murmured among themselves as Thanquol and the Grey Seers stopped their chanting, staring at one another in confusion.

“The vessel must not have been adequate, No!” one muttered.

“Did you make a mistake in the chanting?” another accused his fellow grey seer, pointing his paw in accusation.

“Check the form. It was inhabited by the Great Horned Rat. The body must have some divinity in it,” another said, madness in his ey

That broke the dam. Skaven rushed toward the body, searching for anything of use.

Grey Seers fought each other in front of the mouth, while Thanquol stood in a corner, grinding his teeth.

“Incompetent! Useless! Every single one of them,” Thanquol muttered.

“I should kill all of them,” he hissed, crushing a shard of warpstone and snorting a line.

Suddenly, the massive tongue flicked and the jaw snapped shut, devouring every Skaven in between.

Every grey seer except Thanquol was eaten with just one chump, they could not resist as if they were powerless.

Screams filled the chamber as the survivors tried to flee, but they were caught in the paws of the Great Horned Rat as they ran.

The god rose and laughed as he ate his worshipers.

He skewered Skaven with his claws and devoured them, blood pouring from his mouth as bodies hung from his teeth.

He spread his hands wide. The running Skaven were dragged toward him, sucked in by an unseen force.

Even more were pulled in from the open doors of the cathedral, forming a cluster before their god.

The Great Horned Rat lunged forward, arms outstretched, clawing at the pile of Skaven as he scooped up as many as he could.

He stood again, clutching a writhing mass of screaming and praying Skaven in his arms.

Thanquol had fallen on his backside the moment he saw his god take the first bite of the unsuspecting horde.

He watched in horror as the Great Horned Rat continued to feast, skewering more with his claws.

He dropped to his knees as his god piled up enough Skaven to fill an army in his arms.

The Great Horned Rat laughed again, gazing at the squirming mass. He leaned down, opened his mouth, and bit into them, blood dripping from his arms and jaws.

Then he glanced at the kneeling Thanquol, chewing as he turned.

He swallowed and grinned. “Oh! The funny one. What is the reason for the summons?” he asked.

Thanquol looked up at his god, hearing him speak as Skaven dangled from the god’s teeth.

“There was an indignity! A slight on the Skaven, Great One! Someone… ugly came to us as I was leading our troops for glorious battle, in your name.” Thanquol shouted, spreading his arms. The more he spoke, the more his fear seemed to fade.

“I fought him, Great One! Yes-yes! The battle was colossal, and I fought bravely. But I was betrayed by traitors among our ranks!” Thanquol cried, glaring with indignation, his eyes bloodshot only to see his god nibbling on the Skaven clutched in his arms.

Thanquol pointed outside. “He made a barrier that covers our lands! We cannot battle in your name, Great One! No-no! Tragic!” he said, heaving for breath.

The Great Horned Rat chuckled, then bit into another cluster of Skaven.

He laughed mid-bite, body parts and blood spilling from his mouth.

“You wish my help in taking down that barrier?” the god asked after swallowing. Thanquol knelt and nodded with hope in his eyes.

“No,” the god said simply.

Thanquol slumped, despair filling his eyes, as the Great Horned Rat chuckled.

“I break that barrier and Vasuki will kill me the next instant,” the god muttered, low, before eating the last of the Skaven in his arms.

“Va—” Thanquol began, but the god cut him off. “Don’t speak that name!” he roared. Thanquol shut his mouth and pressed his head to the ground.

The god waved his paw. “Just stay here and worship me, I will protect you.” he said. Thanquol nodded, trembling in fear.

“Well, I appreciate the feast.” The great horned rat said before he left with a laugh.

A/n: I just wrote this chapter because of writer’s block. I hope you found it entertaining.

I don’t think I will continue the Thanquol storyline, as I only gave him some chapters because I find the character funny.

Power stones please, Yes!-Yes! All of them.

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