[Cardia]
Fulgrim could feel it.
It's right there.
The being that could give the Primarch control of his fate... it was there.
Fulgrim stumbled towards the place where his best friend was buried. The long journey in the warp had completely destroyed his body. With every breath, Fulgrim felt the blood foam gushing out of his lungs.
The messy hair blocked his vision, and the Primarch brushed it aside and continued to work hard forward.
Fugen was running on a land where everything had died. In the distance, where the sun should have risen, a tide of darkness was surging and struggling.
He knew it was looking at him, its gaze was pure, greedy, and without a trace of emotion at the Primarch, at his miserable appearance, at his broken soul.
But Fulgrim was not afraid.
He only wanted to confirm one thing - the galaxy overturned, the stars fell, but after billions of years, they would rise again, but their old friends would no longer exist.
For Fulgrim, it was too late to salvage everything... No, it was impossible... It was too late.
Because Fugen has already made the [deal].
After the farce of fratricide, he was caught in the turbulence and thrown into the realm of false gods.
Under the gaze of the Most High, He made him kneel down and submit.
The Primarch did not do that.
Phoenix vowed not to bend his knee.
His resistance aroused His interest... He was in high spirits. It seemed that the gods within the Six Rings of Slaanesh had already foreseen all this, and the Primarch's resistance even brought... pleasure.
He struggled, resisted, and vowed never to compromise.
The Primarch was trapped there, trapped in the cage prepared for him by the gods. He watched helplessly as his descendants fell into the demonic tide, unable to live or die.
The feeling of being corrupted came through the warp link between the Primarch and his offspring, and he felt himself crumbling... But where was the way out
In a corner of the chaotic Warp, in the rolling waves of purple and pink, on the other side of complete chaos of time and space, the Primarch who was trapped by the power of Slaanesh raised his head and glanced, and in the trance of his soul, he saw that existence.
The water of the Styx flows slowly in the waves of the subspace like a viscous liquid.
The Primarch was not sure why he saw it in Slaanesh's realm - perhaps it was because it was too big in this galaxy? Or was it too daunting in this galaxy
Or, in the future or in the past, did it actually invade this realm, allowing the Primarch trapped here to see it
What is that existence
Fulgrim did not care, but the Primarch was clearly aware of the pain that the monster itself brought to the Warp. At the edge of the black cave, all existence was screaming and being swallowed up. They tried to escape, but were slowly and firmly drawn into the embrace of darkness.
Fugen knew that his chance had come.
He tried to call upon it, but the Primarch, unaware of the true form of the Dark Water, was unable to gain its gaze - his attempt only brought him even more intense torture from Slaanesh.
He tortured him, more and more violently, more and more rapidly—why did He tremble? Why did He wait
Fugen could feel the false god's lust for him. He would never let him go. In the supreme heaven where there was no time, this torture would only be endless.
He has to leave.
While the black monster is still lingering here.
The Primarch could not confirm the beast's whereabouts. Its figure was uncertain among the countless waves. It was huge and intimidating, but also vague and hazy. In the fierce impact of the High Heaven, it seemed that it would suddenly disappear in the next moment.
And its distance from here... is changing with the ups and downs of the Primarch's thoughts.
Eventually, the Primarch realized that when his thoughts were directed to that particular corner, his greedy eyes would sweep over here - the palace of desire was shrouded in an ominous background.
Amid the fierce ups and downs, the flow of blood and desire, the Primarch's mind grasped the key he needed. His decision will change the future, and the future will affect the warp at this moment.
Fugen thought in a frenzy of desire that he needed to leave, he needed to leave here - no! He couldn't stay any longer! This was his last chance, otherwise, he would completely fall into this abyss of drunkenness.
He too was waiting - waiting for the Primarch to give Him a chance, He watched him patiently, waiting for him to make his request.
He seemed to be expecting something.
[… I want…]
The Primarch's pupils had begun to dilate as he squeezed these words out of Toothless' mouth, each syllable causing his exposed lungs to rise and fall like a deflated pink inflatable toy.
[… Make a deal with you. ]
The nails that pierced his flesh and blood let out satisfied groans, and the mirror that had been placed in front of the original body from beginning to end in order to crush his will began to fog up. His consciousness took a last look at himself, and he saw a bloody existence, with sticky liquids of various colors dripping from the bumps on it. Those were the scars of love.
Fugen spoke his request slowly, word by word.
[My will will always remain pure,]
The Primarch said that as he spoke, he felt the darkness of Slaanesh's palace, and in the coming future, he lost some of his power.
What on earth was He expecting
[Put my soul in the place closest to it... In exchange, you take the perfect part of my body and leave the imperfection to me. ]
If you agree,
[Now…]
Fulgrim felt the sweet blood flowing out of his mouth again, mixed with unknown pieces of meat. The Slaanesh demon soldiers holding various torture instruments disappeared silently around him. In the dull gray-white pink, only the Primarch hanging upside down on the cross and the mirror opposite him were left.
The place he was in seemed to be collapsing.
[…you can complete this transaction now.]
Passion and frenzy faded together, the future was set, and beneath the palace decorated with many patterns, a sound like a coquettish scolding, like a silver bell, rang out.
+Deal! +
It was as if he was looking forward to this deal. The Primarch's brain, which was no longer able to think too much, trembled as he thought, he didn't understand... Of course he didn't understand!
Clearly, as he spoke, he could already clearly feel that the power of the false god was beginning to weaken. That part of the power that was disappearing would be swallowed up by the Hades Water, never to return!
But why did He agree so easily
The Primarch was in a trance. He heard laughter between the heavy silk curtains of the bed. He saw the graceful figure suddenly standing up after the hazy spinning. He laughed loudly, rippling like spring water, and threw back a seductive glance at the gaze directed at Him.
Those warning or probing glances disappeared.
He walked to his dressing table, and the maids drew aside the curtain for him. His features were reflected in the mirror, and he happily ordered the servants to take out his treasures.
+Okay, okay~+
The youngest lady cried out, "Go away, go away, they will not understand me."
He thought with trembling excitement.
Was he following his concept? Or was he going against his concept? The Prince of Darkness did not wish to explore the emotions that followed, he only focused on that moment, that climax.
This moment belongs only to Him and the other side, and has nothing to do with other existences.
After having a brief taste of that unique experience, the bone-gnawing itch still pursued Him. How happy He was, how much He loved it.
The youngest lady controls desire, the ultimate in perfection, and she pursues the ultimate - the carnival brought by absolute perfection.
He is a god awakened from the Eldar's self-mutilation orgy.
The black and purple bracelet made a slight sound, and the black veil was covered on a corner of the purple silk. The balance of the Supreme Heaven can never be broken, since they will not allow desire to continue to spread...
So why not choose a grand carnival for yourself
Ah~~~~this wonderful-wonderful everything!
… of course, oh, yes, of course of course of course of course—
+My dear,+
The long and tough pink tongue licked the fangs,
+The one you love is also by its side. +
+Go find him. +
Her slender arms bent and twisted off his perfect body, and the tattered body was thrown away casually. Her curved brows showed her regret due to the pure starlight in the abandoned object, but in front of the greater bliss, these were insignificant sacrifices!
Oh my God—He already, He can’t wait!
Come, His dear!
No more, I'll make up for the missed chapters during the winter break... Soul-vomiting...
(End of this chapter)