[Comoros]
[Respect the dull and kind.]
Conrad Koz said so.
The Primarch lifted the glass playfully, the bloody liquid in the glass glittering along with the jeweled chain wrapped around it.
Beside the single sofa where the Primarch was lying, the other Dark Eldar raised their glasses, uttered words of respect or contempt for the Underworld One, and then drank the wine in the glass.
Koz glanced casually at the arena below him. As usual, the Soulless who was stabbed into the berserker device by the slave owner was gasping for breath, while on the other side, the little lion he had just captured was whipped into the arena.
In order to be evenly matched, the Fallen Angels were half-undressed by the Dark Eldar, and their wounds were bound with brambles and leather soaked in potions.
"Respect the dull and kind."
The sound of combat boots hitting the ground was heard, and Curze turned the cup nonchalantly. The Eldar pursued ultimate agility, so the footsteps of their men were particularly light - not the thick sound of the heels of Space Marines hitting the ground.
Frasco, the consul of the Shaved Flesh and Bloody Skulls Conspiracy, came over, and contrary to his violent appearance, he raised his wine glass in a flattering manner.
"How are you doing lately?"
[Not bad,] Koz looked away and fiddled with the pearl bracelet on his wrist out of boredom, [What? Have you finished your dessert last time?]
"Thank you for the gift, upstart."
As if recalling something, Flasco licked his cracked lips, and an illusion far more delicious than blood shrouded his senses like a veil.
"But..." His eyes sparkled, "You know, it's not this."
[Are you dissatisfied with the fact that your people were used during the last trip to Terra? ]
Curze chuckled. The Flesh-Shaving and Blood-Skull-Smashing Conspiracy was good at air combat, so the Emperor "borrowed" some manpower.
"No, no, no, no, how could that be? This is something we have been longing for."
Flasco laughed, "But I heard a little rumor... The Dull One has awakened?"
Curze raised his glass, the wine reflecting his face. Why was the news of that guy waking up spread even in Comoros? From this point of view, Mortarion's vigilance was not without reason.
[So what? ]
Koz's last tone rose, [You are not from the Unholy Cult, Frasco.]
"I just want to ask if you need any help?"
A smile appeared on Flasco's lips, and the Dark Eldar glanced towards the gathering of the Eldar, as if indicating something.
Koz laughed sarcastically. It seemed that this half-born man who came to him on his own initiative still wanted to continue climbing up.
[He…] Koz said slowly, [He is currently competing with the false emperor, so you guys have nothing to do with it.]
"So... Stupid..."
[What?] Koz asked, [You also believed what those four-headed spirits said? Let me think, are you the one who wants to avoid the world and take the initiative to shut down the prayers for the stupid, or are you the one who wants to cooperate with it?]
Hades has awakened. In Comoros, where there are many Hades towers, this is not small news. Some dark elves are terrified. They are worried that the stolen power will be taken back or that the real owner will come to them.
The mainstream idea of the Unholy Cult is to make Hades fall into sleep again. Curze thinks this is a pipe dream. These dark elves probably think so too, so apart from torturing a few more soulless people, they did not take any substantial action.
Flasco was stunned, and the iron chain around the Archon's waist rustled. "No, Lord of Midnight, you misunderstood—we just hope to see if there is anything we can do... to seek His favor."
[He’s just been busy lately,] Curze turned his head, and the painful roars from the arena floated up. The Primarch took a sip of wine.
[It has nothing to do with you after it wakes up,] Koz waved his hand, [It has been dragged down by the quagmire of the human empire - the song and dance of Comoros has been playing for ten thousand years, and ten thousand years later, it will continue to play.]
[but…]
Curze reached out and took off a pearl from the sparkling white pearl necklace. The Eldar Archon's eyes immediately lit up. The new things from the Primarch were always the most desirable to them.
Ten thousand years ago, the Upstarts plucked bits and pieces of Slaanesh's power, and the Emperor learned well how to drive these corrupt creatures mad, but unlike Slaanesh, he does not covet the souls of the Dark Eldar himself.
No Dark Eldar can resist the power of the upstart, that sweet power and desire. Among the high-level officials, the upstart is more popular. His power can infinitely amplify the pleasure of power.
[I understand what you mean. He will receive your heart.]
Flasco approached greedily. He had already smelled that wonderful scent that made his blood vessels twitch, so much so that even when the Primarch pulled her over roughly and thrust the ball directly into his throat, he did not make a sound of displeasure.
Curze wiped his bloody hands on Flasco's collar in disgust. At this time, the archon no longer paid attention to etiquette. The Eldar relied on the last bit of sanity to nod apologetically to Curze, twitched back a few steps, and crowded into its pile of slaves.
Screams and joy rang out together.
The pearl chain on Curze's hand grew again. The Primarch poured another glass and listened calmly to the Archon's joy, the slaves' screams, and the roar of the Fallen Angel who killed his best friend in the arena.
This is the City of Sin. With great evil taste, the emperor placed this chess piece here.
Here, the Dark Eldar abused other creatures, and out of Conrad's sense of judgment, which was better than nothing, Conrad abused the Dark Eldar, he judged them - but they got pleasure, gained meaning, and treated him as a guest of honor.
He was the only one left, bored and unable to struggle, watching the hell in all its glory.
As an extension of the Emperor's will, Curze has taken deep roots in Commorragh, participating in the founding of the Cult of the Underworld, the transformation of Commorragh, the intrigues among the various conspiracies... pouring the Emperor's lustful drugs into Commorragh's rivers and injecting them into the veins of every Dark Eldar.
The Dark Eldar gave themselves over to lust, and the Emperor treated them with His best desires, devouring them and controlling them.
Those who are in high positions and have great power, with treasures and gold and silver in their hands, are all stained with original sin.
Create a beautiful dreamland for them—until they wake up, chaos descends and darkness engulfs the world.
During this time, Konrad was responsible for maintaining stability in Commorragh, paralyzing the senses of the Dark Eldar, and... hunting down the lion hiding in Commorragh.
Thousands of years ago, the Lion hid in the Webway with the Tuchucha Engine, but the Lion still did not give up the genetic technology given to him by the Lord of Mankind. So the Lion came to Comoros and tried in vain to use the technology of the Dark Eldar to restore the technology contaminated by Caliban.
In vain.
Amid the noise, Curze laughed. He was Malcador's dog... and wasn't the lion also the dog of the Lord of Mankind
(End of this chapter)