[Warning for this chapter: Very slight Slaanesh warning]
ah…
A god awakened from the corrupted desires of the Eldar... an essence that seeks endless excitement...
But for the gods, for those chimeras that are a mixture of huge concepts, are there really hopes in this world that the gods cannot satisfy
The pursuit of perfection drives him, but everything is just a game at hand. The most primitive excitement comes from the fear of paying the price in the heart of the creature - the difference between a big gamble and a street game is nothing more than the difference in chips.
The more chips piled up on the table, the more people feel the pleasurable pain, with the sweetness of dopamine secretion.
Endlessly betting on one's own chips, money... body... life... the layers of bets brought unforgettable pain, and the frenzied joy when winning.
The god who controls excitement and pleasure is no stranger to this. He has lured innocent souls into this path countless times, enjoying the twisted and painful pleasure in their souls.
… But for Him… Has He ever experienced the second before falling into the abyss
To Him, does the abyss really exist
Perhaps there was no choice before the gods, but now, when mortals have the power to kill gods, the gods themselves also have a sharp blade that can stab their own necks!
He stood before the abyss, falling in ecstasy.
It’s coming!
He is coming!
The past and the future, under the flow of the dark water, turned into vague phantoms, leaving only the present—
Let Him be completely absorbed in the joyful turmoil of the present moment!
Now! Only now! Him and It! Come! Come!
He cheered.
Pain! Pain! Pain! The supreme pleasure of pain!
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With the Emperor's Pride that had fallen into the highest heaven as an anchor, the enormous power of the conceptual layer of the six desires surged in, slowly and greedily devouring all tangible and colorful existences.
This process was not as intense and abrupt as the first time. The huge size of both parties made everything slow down... became... dizzying.
The black tide poured in, seeping in through the tightly closed doors. In the trembling pink light, the marble double doors carved with silver-veined amethysts gradually melted away, as soft and weak as melting ice cream in the summer. They trembled and fell, dripping into the darkness, sinking into the land of death.
A cold feeling of powerlessness surged up from the end of God's senses.
The devouring began.
The lowest succubi screamed and fled in all directions, and the youngest lady listened lazily to their prayers to you. He licked the fear emanating from their inside out with surprise, and it turned out that the souls created by His hands could also have such sweet moments.
The appetizer before suffocation was enough of a surprise for the Dark Prince.
He could not help but caress his carefully selected companion, the cute little Eldar doll. His fingertips pierced the skin and flesh, peeling off layers of blood and flesh. Whimpers and gasps sounded together, and blood and liquid flowed out together. As the Dark Prince moved, a myriad of strange and charming purple images flashed on the crystal edges beside the bed.
The youngest lady listened contentedly to the silence under the majestic dome, as the song and dance that had never stopped for billions of years came to an abrupt end.
In the beginning, He was whole.
He danced on his bed surrounded by layers of silk curtains, devouring souls involuntarily. Between the hazy gauze, starlight flashed on his dancing body. Countless gold, silver and jewels swayed on the youngest lady's body, brighter than the sun and softer than the Milky Way.
To the greatest miser in the world, the jewels on a beautiful woman are more beautiful than the woman herself.
The pitch-black, icy lake water slowly rose up, reflecting layers of golden mountains on its calm surface. Endless gold coins piled up into a mountain, and people dug among them like pigs, willing to be termites in the rice pile.
The first gold coin fell as the greedy man dug and fell into the black river flowing slowly on the ground.
Disappeared silently.
No matter how much treasure you have, it will be abandoned, and tears made of pearls will fall from the gold mountain.
The demons in charge of greed for gold and silver screamed, leaving behind their fallen and ripe souls, and ran behind them, but the door to the next ring was closed and did not welcome their entry.
The demons pounded on the door desperately, uttering shrill roars and curses.
But fools cannot understand a sincere plea for mercy.
In the ring of greed, the dark water greedily swallows up the treasures of the world.
Gold, silver, precious jade, agate and emerald are just a corner of the grand narrative, and the monotonous background is far less vibrant than the garden.
The river water continued to rise, covering the ankles of the demons. The demons who lost their feet screamed and fell down instantly. They tried to struggle to get up, but the essence of the Black River was not real water. Their bodies disappeared instantly when they fell into the darkness, and screams came suddenly. They tried to raise their faces, but half of their faces, which were still open in death, fell into the river.
The powerful demons began to use their companions as stepping stones. They trampled on their companions desperately and squeezed to higher places driven by fear. In an instant, a wriggling mountain of flesh piled up in front of the Taotie Gate, and the jewels on their bodies made the mountain of flesh shine brightly.
+Ah… +
The Prince of Darkness let out a sigh of satisfaction. He couldn't help but caress his smooth and strong skin. The gold, silver and jewels that had sunk into his flesh melted away. He felt himself melting. In the extreme cold, his hot and noisy appearance was peeled off, revealing the naked core within.
It has been a long time since His appearance has been so plain... so pure, so virginal.
What a… what a wonderful experience!
+Come on...come on. +
The youngest lady shouted, and He obeyed His concept. He lowered His head and leaned over like a wild beast. On the soft and deep big bed, under the shadow of His body, there lay a little cutie, with His tightly sealed mouth trembling. What a cute and stubborn little Eldar.
The gold and silver liquefied and turned into smelly droplets, dripping along the grooves of the Dark Prince's muscles onto the face of the Eldar One-Horned Man.
He reached out his hand—such a clean hand, no ring, no bracelet through the bone—and removed the poor imitation of the mask, the black mask thrown carelessly off the bed.
He stroked the clown's face, which was full of resentment, anger and fear, and kissed the corner of the doll's mouth.
He was skinny and bony, with an empty stomach. The fangs sticking out of his mouth grew violently, turning him into a demon. His mouth turned into a suction cup, and the layers of fangs screamed in circles. He hugged and kissed his partner tightly like the sweetest lover, clinging to her like a maggot on the tarsal bone, loving her truly, trembling, and scraping every grain of flesh and blood with gratitude.
The dark beast bared its fangs and broke open the door of Taotie.
It changed, became more reckless, more impatient, after tasting one of the six desires...
The Prince of Darkness stood up. Under him were broken bones. He couldn't help biting his fingers and stroked his bloody face with one hand.
See, He knew it too would perish.
…It’s always like this.
Everything will eventually fall into the six rings of Slaanesh.
He bit off his finger and chewed it eagerly.
Come, come quickly, He is getting hungrier and hungrier.
He bit off his palm and swallowed it in one gulp. His neck bulged like a python swallowing a giant egg. He didn’t have time to chew again. He leaned down in panic and licked the bloody silk like a pig, swallowing the silk torn by the sharp thorns on his tongue—He was hungry! He was so hungry!
The Dark Prince's other hand could not help but move down his waist. He trembled under the huge hunger. Is this what he felt? Does he feel endless hunger? Is this the essence of his devouring? !
Pluto—Pluto!!!
Under extreme torture, the writhing Dark Prince whimpered his name from the corner of his mouth.
In the highest sky, the other three waves trembled violently, as if they were screaming and arguing.
The underworld water suddenly rolled, raising huge waves. The rare delicacies disappeared in the blink of an eye along with the people who were wolfing them down. The ocean filled with fine wine was just a bite of the underworld lord. With a wave of his giant hand, all the fat meat piled on the long table was swept away.
Having adapted to the Six Rings of Desire, it became even more unscrupulous. It did not even stop in front of the table that Slaanesh had prepared for it. It devoured them roughly and went straight deeper.
This frustrates the youngest lady, but its directness makes it all the more delightful.
In front of a starving ghost, the flesh and blood of a beautiful woman is more fragrant than herself.
Are you here for my flesh and blood, my dear
Slaanesh sighed with satisfaction. He was suddenly no longer hungry. He collapsed in the soft mess, stretching his waist randomly.
He is the serpent of desire that devours his own fear.
The snake of desire that swallows its own tail in a vain attempt to satisfy its own endless greed.
+Come~+
Following the Dark Prince's words, the third door opened on its own.
The tentacles reached in greedily, but unexpectedly, the circle of pleasure was empty.
Countless bloodstained chains with dried liquid hanging down from the walls, and the former pleasure hall has turned into something like an abandoned torture chamber.
In the center of the hall, there is only a huge bed that is no longer luxurious or fragrant.
Creaking - the sound of a heavy object rising and falling on the bed was heard, and Slaanesh, who looked like Fulgrim, stood up and stepped barefoot on the cold and hard ground.
The pearl and gold chain that pierced His ankle had long since turned into a rusty iron chain. He stood there contentedly, yet as if he had never known what moderation was.
Slaanesh sighed, and the sound of pain and regret echoed in the six rings of Slaanesh.
+My dear, this is the end of us. +
He stared into the darkness and felt the fear peeling back layer by layer at his core.
A silver bell-like voice rang out, and a giggle broke out.
+But the good news is, we still have some private time~+
No more, yay!
(End of this chapter)