Or is it?Considering that even a small (relatively) Tzeentchian deamon like the changeling can dick with gods ,and that Tzeentchs favourite victim is Slaanesh and that Tzeentch never works directly i would say that Cegorach is not out of trouble.But in far more serius trouble than the rest of the gods, at least most of them died its over for them.

As long as the child in the future does not kill or fight any Eldar then the child will be spared. The only reason the Eldar go to war is to prevent tragedy in the future for their species, which means they are almost always on the offensive. That's also why they seemingly attack randomly and erratically, as the other races cannot understand why they do what they do. To the Eldar, if killing millions of people from any race will save a couple hundred Eldar, then those millions are gonna die regardless of age or race. Survival is paramount, so they do what they must to keep their species safe, even if that means shooting hundreds of human children in the face

Some will. Some won't. I would guess the threat would be weighed and measured

Like how some orks will use choppas and some will use shootas!

Fer 'n orkzee da ownlee waye ta settle it iz ta stomp da uver boyz betta. Soe get ta stompin ya pansies! Wait wut wur wee gobbin 'bout? Imma goe smash mee sum pansie beakers

I struggle to distinguish the difference between the children of your species, and those of maturity. They have stockier builds right, and less foliage on their heads?

In any case, I wish to correct the poor assumptions of the regard my race has toward the 'Imperial' Mon'keigh. All of Mon'keigh lives are valuable to us, just as your cattle herds are a valuable source of food to you.

The Mon'keigh are the living training dummies against whom our Dark Reapers honor Khaine, with spectacles of blood and carnage, and skill.

Our Banshees measure the keenness of their blades, forged in homage to Vaul, by the number of human corpses they can bisect in a single swift strike.

Their most cunning of 'Inquisitors' are on whom our novice Warlocks practice deception, as Cegorach knows best, for it requires the victim have some rudimentary comprehension of their own failing: even if they cannot grasp the intricacy of the web of half-truths that brought them low.

We tried to explain our other gods - Lileath, god of dreams and fortune, Morai-Heg, god of fates - but their feeble brains could not conceive of time as anything beyond a linear progression of individual instances, experienced in a single direction.

Their little Mon'keigh brains cannot grasp the non-linearity of existence - that time is not a line, or an arrow - but a forest of tree-branched possibilities, swaying in a thunderstorm (Obviously! I only wish I could make it more simple for them).

So, they think our actions are erratic, irrational, but it is only because they can no better conceive of the other half of our pantheon than they could teach particle physics to a dog.

They are very valuable to us, because they have uses, we throw them into the Eye of Terror to distract Chaos while we prepare. We pitch them against the Green Tide, when we do not want our Orks to grow bored. We send their finest killers against the Tendrils of the new invaders, for we should not wish to cloak all our assets from the baffling psychic noise that they emit.

To ask me to care more for your young, more than your old though? I should think not - if anything your young are worth less to me, babies are ineffective fodder, and they cannot appreciate the exquisite lies we whisper to them. No no, please grow them to maturity - then we will find a more suitable use for their death.