It was a dark afternoon in the eternal sun. Sitting on the throne, he watched with rage as Slaanesh used the Emperor of the Black Realm, and recalled the scene of them talking freely on the burning Prospero that day.
At that time, Hades, who still had reason, had tears in his eyes (Neos couldn't tell whether those were true feelings or just tears shed by Hades for dramatic effect).
Pluto said with all his heart,
"Nyos, Malcador, I haven't had a good day since I got here,"
“I realized that suffering is endless.”
"This damn, rotten world always ends when you think you've reached the end of your rope—"
Haddish paused, and the Emperor thought he recalled the time when he had aided Angron.
"Come up with some new shit."
Yes, Neos thought as he sat on the throne with golden flames in his eyes. He looked towards the Six Desires Palace in the distance.
The suffering was endless, both for him and for Hades—
and,
He heard the angry cries and roars in the distant sky.
In Hades' words, there is an endless amount of bad work in this world.
After witnessing Slaanesh waiting in the Circle of Pleasure, the angry three gods immediately understood that Slaanesh was using this opportunity to break free from his own constraints - to make his future self more powerful.
Abandon some additional power that conflicts with one's core authority in exchange for purer power, greater room for growth, and a freer future.
Perhaps, Slaanesh thought so at first.
but…
Here is a new question,
That is, will Slaanesh, who values stimulation and is undergoing a major transformation, change his mind temporarily in the middle of the process
If it were the other three gods, the possibility would be very small.
—But that is Slaanesh.
Can He, who is looking for excitement, really control the proportion of his investment in the Dark Domain
Will He change His mind midway through and devote all of Himself to this thrilling death waltz in exchange for the continuation of the extreme excitement
No god, not even Slaanesh himself, has a definitive answer to this question.
The key to deducing a chess game is to know the other party's interests and needs, and then to deduce and predict.
But unfortunately, not even the Emperor and Tzeentch could have anticipated Slaanesh's madness.
On the path that Slaanesh has chosen for himself, if Slaanesh makes a single misstep in his dance, what will greet him and most of the High Heavens is complete annihilation.
And this lunatic is enjoying it.
Perhaps He originally intended for a greater cause, but as the waltz of death progressed, a madman's temporary change of mind seemed to become a matter of course.
It's time to pray
Pray that Slaanesh will not simply leap from the depths of pleasure and desire before they lead the fools away.
The desperate and furious power fluctuations of Tzeentch, Khorne and Nurgle came from the Warp.
Layers of golden light burst out around the golden figure on the throne.
Whether this is Tzeentch's plan or not,
But in the end, the Emperor chose his end.
Above Cadia, Hades still had a physical body. At his neck, in the boundless Styx, the Emperor's finger bone flickered faintly.
Blood flowed from the corner of the emperor's mouth.
Sadly, Tzeentch could no longer cheer for the Emperor's end.
———————
~ Beautiful~ Wonderful~ The water of the Forgotten River that makes people immersed in it~~
He hummed softly, and the youngest lady felt that everything about her was melting, merging into that wonderful dark water.
A tattered skin was lying lazily on the bed, blood flowing from the skinless flesh.
The bed was surrounded by a violent purple light, which was moving downward at an incredible speed, as if sacrificing itself.
And it was because of the purple light that the bed was floating on the dark waters—but even with the Youngest Lady's divine power, it was still slowly, steadily sinking into the black river.
God—it was inhumanly horrible.
Slaanesh thought as He casually stretched out His newly grown hand, hanging from the side of the bed, teasing Styx.
The Styx, which had originally concentrated on swallowing up the entire palace, rose and fell for a moment, and a small wave leaped up and accurately passed through the second knuckle of Slaanesh's finger.
Without even a moment's pause, his severed finger fell into the river, without a sound.
Without time, Slaanesh withdrew his hand and naturally began to gnaw on the severed fingers of his current body.
He blinked his eyes in confusion, staring at the towering dome of the carnival ring, on which there were countless exquisite giant paintings made of colored glass and biological fluids. The men and women who were seeking pleasure were staring at him at the same time, as if asking about the end of this pleasure.
The Styx slowly flowed up the wall, swallowing up the exquisite statues, revealing the empty and chaotic sky outside the wall.
He felt the annoyed gazes, and the Prince of Darkness chuckled.
He felt a rare and different kind of excitement.
I haven't felt this way for a long time.
The war between gods is endless. Under the baptism of infinite time, it means repetition, immutability and simplicity.
Now, their anger really delighted the youngest lady.
Slaanesh lowered his other finger again, and the River Styx still happily swallowed the gift from the Dark Prince. Slaanesh stared at the fleeting golden light above the River Styx, lost in thought.
He certainly knows their little moves...
…Let Them Be…
There are not many opportunities left for Slaanesh to leave.
The Prince of Darkness thought lazily that at this moment, He was in a rare moment of satisfaction as His overwhelming desires were met - this was also the paradise that He and His believers had always been pursuing.
And next time, the threshold to enter paradise will be further raised.
He needed to act quickly. The youngest lady casually took the skeleton on the bed, hugged it and kissed it.
It's not that He didn't leave a backup plan for himself before. He chose to use Fulgrim's body to place Fulgrim's soul on Cardia, and cut and recast the first three rings and the last three rings of Paradise, abandoning appetite and greed, using pleasure as bait, all of this for the purpose of continuing to exist.
Throw away those interfering, irrelevant impurities and become closer to His core in exchange for future strength.
But now... Now...
The Prince of Darkness uttered a painful yet sweet cry,
—It began to go deeper.
This interrupted Slaanesh's thoughts - or rather, He Himself did not want to think about such serious and boring questions in this wonderful, hazy moment.
He could feel that deep inside the six rings, the crown that represented the desire for power was becoming dim.
The real God's Spirit, residing deep within the palace, was twisting restlessly.
Drops of black water seeped out from the cracks, gradually and slowly blocking all exits.
The youngest lady occupying the Primarch's body laughed and could not help but began to twist her body again.
It knows—of course it knows what is better!
The insatiable Hades water!
In fact, just now, in order to continue this sweet pain, Slaanesh decisively took out a small part of the power of the last three rings in exchange for a wonderful game with the Black Realm.
He needed to act urgently, as the scythe of eternal annihilation was slowly slicing across his neck, but the Prince of Darkness simply laughed, rolling on the silk, allowing himself to slowly sink into the depths of the Styx.
The purple light, which was already faint enough, flashed and disappeared.
The bed of desire carrying the broken body fell completely into the abyss of annihilation.
At this point, the first three rings of Slaanesh's Palace had completely fallen into the River Styx.
The river water was surging and continued to flow deeper into the river, with no sign of retreating.
… Never mind, let the other four go.
Anyway, they will try their best.
He just needs to enjoy—enjoy this extreme, wonderful stimulation!
With his desires satisfied and the ecstasy of still looking forward to the moment of death, Slaanesh, who had lost a small part of his authority, closed his eyes contentedly. He needed time to digest all of this—
As the waters of Hades still beat against His door, Slaanesh fell into a sweet dream.
This is extremely exciting for him. This is an absolute life-and-death gamble...
…The rest of His kind are going crazy now.
+SLAINESH!!!!!!+
The furious roar calling for the Prince of Darkness lingers in the High Heavens and will not dissipate for a long time.
No more, yay!
Let me sort out the outline
(End of this chapter)