Dance! Dance! Dance!
Through the gauze curtains, a graceful figure seemed indistinct, and brisk bells were ringing, bringing happiness, happiness, happiness. Happiness was like wine, brewing the nectar of indulgence.
indulgence!
A slender hand appeared between the gorgeous cloth, with fine scales climbing up, shining with all kinds of charm to the rhythm of the owner's chanting. The bracelets stacked on it were of different styles, made of colorful pottery and fine porcelain, but without the luster of jewelry or the luxury of gold and silver.
But it just steps on the bright purple and red.
If someone witnessed this scene, they would find that this hand was exactly the same as the hand that shot the arrow ten thousand years ago - but more delicate, more supple, with greasy desires lazily rubbed into the bones, and less fangs of power.
+Ha~+
The youngest queen yawned.
The god with incomplete power glanced sideways, and the turbulent reality seemed so pale and dim. Since that stunning moment ten thousand years ago, He had never been so happy again, and He had never been so delighted again.
Everything became boring.
But the stars and the sun continue to move.
Ah... ten thousand years ago... that wonderful night, the ultimate darkness.
He loved it.
Not enough... Not enough... Still not enough...
There were sounds on the colorful bed, and a long tongue wrapped around his wrist. An indulgence ten thousand years ago made him sacrifice too much - so much that he completely changed himself.
Domination and vanity were completely away from Him—but this was not washed away by His immersion in the black water, but was taken away by another existence—when the gods fought, oppressed, and cooperated with each other, and were squeezed by reality, the [Fifth One] swallowed up the remnants of the gods and successfully stood up.
After this, the half of the warp space that had been washed by Pluto would not have recovered so quickly - the gods also fell into a half-awake and half-asleep dream, and reality was therefore peaceful for a thousand years.
But the [Fifth] is still active.
According to common sense, in the silence of the Warp, gods - even demigods or false gods - should not revive so quickly.
But the Fifth One did awaken quickly, and began to erode the authority of Chaos, and even began to attack its original camp.
It’s incredible…
The Dark Prince existed lazily, and after being mutilated, he became even more indifferent. The war ten thousand years ago made the cooperation among Chaos completely non-existent - at least for him, the other gods were unwilling to reach out to him anymore.
He doesn't care.
He just wanted another thrill.
And the rest of the gods... Slaanesh sneered. Humanity has already grasped some of the key points. The fifth one who has taken a step half way into the ranks of gods, and the false four, humans are enough to nurture at least two true gods. Don't the other gods realize it
They can't even protect themselves.
The others watched the youngest queen's self-indulgence with cold eyes, but it was nothing special. The self-proclaimed benevolent father of nature was injured by the fangs of his offspring - it was just an internal fight, and the other gods were happy to witness it.
The Lord of Change... Slaanesh licked the blood plasma. The "failure" of the plan ten thousand years ago also hurt Him greatly. As for now... The blue guy is doing something, planning, planning, everything is for the final, eternal change He mentioned... Tzeentch is indeed doing something... and ignoring the other gods.
He might be playing big this time, the Dark Prince thought... but unfortunately, He has no interest in it.
As for the coward on the bloody throne... The bones clattered in the mouth of the youngest queen, and Slaanesh was a little confused, a little bewildered, but he didn't know why.
The king on the blood pool has become weaker.
He had definitely become weaker.
The youngest queen didn't know why.
Slaanesh's weakness was due to his indulgence ten thousand years ago, and the theft from the despicable Fifth One over the past ten thousand years; Nurgle's weakness came from the rebellion of his offspring, and when the sickle penetrated into the garden, he was indeed seriously injured; Tzeentch was seriously injured by the reversal of chess pieces ten thousand years ago, and ten thousand years later, he was entangled by the False Emperor again.
They are probably fighting fiercely now.
Slaanesh was not interested in this.
Simple war has become boring. No matter how the fight is, it will always be just a series of moves on the chessboard. But He is different—the youngest queen is different—He has personally tasted the sweetness on the stage.
That's different.
He was somewhat jealous of Nurgle—at least Mortarion had the courage and ability to swing his scythe at Nurgle, and being seriously injured by his chosen son was worth savoring... If he had not obtained Fulgrim at that time, and had squandered him so easily... The Dark Prince narrowed his eyes and stroked his own perfect body...
If only He had such a brave and rebellious son... In literary works, the drama of overthrowing authority, sons killing fathers, and ministers killing kings is always popular...
… If there is also a “He” who wants to recruit his warriors to challenge Him… in the field He excels in… The youngest queen gasped… thinking so… He should reward those reckless clowns more.
What a pity... What a pity... What a pity...
He looked up at the glass lamp above his head. It was the other side that countless artists had been unable to reach in their entire lives. However, it was not carved from precious gems, but rather from cheap and common materials.
The Dark Prince licked his lips thoughtfully.
…is not enough.
Totally insufficient.
It's far inferior to the play back then.
He briefly fell into that indulgent memory again, greedy, like an absolutely beast-like black river roaring under his feet, but he was as happy as a dancer playing with a tiger in the flesh.
This kind of unbridled revelry was probably only as wonderful as the moment when He woke up, and only the joy He felt when He woke up could be compared to it.
The youngest queen smiled. She thought of the revival, the indulgence and debauchery of billions of spirits, billions of years of accumulation and explosion. Finally, she smelled the sweetness while still in a deep sleep, and so she woke up.
The memory of his resurrection had become as hazy as cotton candy. He only remembered the joy he felt—which was the proof of his existence.
There were those little screaming Eldar... Eldar Gods who were torn to pieces at His hands without a cry... and there were others... more ancient beings... who were also torn apart by His laughter and song, and thrown into the shadows of the warp.
Such joy, such joy, such joy...
Slaanesh subconsciously stroked his anthropomorphic belly. He seemed to still hear the screams and wails of the Eldar he had devoured. The souls of the Eldar were still suffering in his belly, and he gained strength from it.
… He should not forget that joyful experience.
The Prince of Darkness said angrily that He still remembered every detail of the battle with Hades, every ripple, every scream, every time He possessed and tried to touch the river... The river also stared at Him with the purest and clearest greed.
He thought of the laughter he had when he played with the river, and how the black water had become even more greedy and violent after realizing that it was being used by him for fun. It would be lost with every touch, and would cease to exist if he was not careful - it was so wonderful, so wonderful!
Only loss, only the difficulty of being repeated, can bring a more precious and more fanatical pleasure.
He couldn't help but move.
He should not have blurred his memory of the time of his resurrection.
No... probably too much pleasure.
The Dark Prince thought so, but he also bared his fangs. What does He know... In the rumors about the cute pointed ears, Slaanesh is not a solo dancer.
grim Reaper.
Oh, no no no, not the one in Nurgle's garden.
The youngest queen was thinking, and she remembered that there was still a sword in her belly. The pointy-eared people left a rumor that if all the old woman's swords were collected, or if all the Eldar were exterminated, they could awaken the god of death and kill Slaanesh.
Kill Him
Slaanesh thought, it would be better to let Him throw Himself completely into the river of Hades. Standing on the cliff thousands of feet high, He would always have the desire to take a leap.
What a pity... What a pity that He still cannot do this.
He is the master of concepts and also the slave of concepts.
As for the god of death in the Eldar legend, the Dark Prince pulled his thoughts back reluctantly, still immersed in the vast black sea.
He chuckled.
The Eldar were completely hopeless, and he hadn't seen Xigoqi for a long time. He was probably captured and imprisoned by Tzeentch - this was not surprising, as Xigoqi had a history of dealings with Tzeentch.
After seeing that the Eldar had no investment potential, Tzeentch mostly withdrew his tolerance towards Xi Gaoqi.
This is also the reason why the Death Army is completely ineffective.
[The fifth one] came from behind and took root among the elves.
What does the fifth person want to do
The youngest queen thought about it and grinned.
I'm afraid he wanted to eat him alive.
If He had the ability and ambition—no, that is not impossible.
But there is only one person who can shatter fate, only Pluto. Pluto - [The Fifth] is just a by-product of Pluto's manipulation of fate.
If He is completely "dead", then there are only two paths.
One is to be swallowed by Pluto, who is tyrannical and completely ignores the laws of the subspace.
The second is that the god of death awakens and kills Slaanesh, replaces Slaanesh, or...
The other side of Slaanesh is Death.
They are One.
Slaanesh died, and Death resurrected. Slaanesh's resurrection was the product of the decline of the Eldar's huge empire. He is still growing... and Death... is the "final form" of Slaanesh, the product of Slaanesh's fusion or evolution after he devoured all the Eldar and the Eldar gods.
But by then Slaanesh will have completely vanished and will no longer exist.
Boring…
The Dark Prince thought that this might be why He still couldn't remember the moment of awakening. The birth of gods spanned time - but He was the only one with an observed record.
His end is uncertain, so his beginning is also uncertain.
Tens of thousands of years ago, He may have awakened, or it may not be Him who awakened... He may still be sleeping... All this is just a dream... It was the God of Death who revived, and it was the God of Death who awakened... And the Eldar no longer exist... Chaos... Time is amorphous.
Slaanesh yawned.
He felt that his power reaching out into the distance was disturbed, an interference from time, and he realized with some annoyance that Tzeentch was trying to play with time, and the Son of Man seemed to have joined in.
They made the already uncertain time even more chaotic!
One... Two...
Slaanesh thought angrily, and tried to look back at the ocean of time again, but found that at a specific node, a large fog was flashing green light, covering the past time.
what the hell?!
He became even more annoyed—and at the same time realized something. Next, within the observable area, an operation that intervenes in the past or the future will occur.
… past … future …
He suddenly paused for a moment.
He thought of something, some more fun and exciting way to play. Even as a god, the timeline cannot be easily changed, but He can... can... if He is not the one who takes action first, if He can just sit back and reap the benefits.
The moment His thoughts touched this thought, the Sea of Chaos gave guidance to the Youngest Queen, and rightly so—for He had an echo.
The subspace runs through time, and when thoughts are put forward, waves will be generated. At a certain point, the ripples of thoughts will spread forward and backward, touching both the past and the future.
But with the vast black sea in front and the fog and light behind, Slaanesh became annoyed again.
This hindered Slaanesh's observation, making it impossible for him to see the road ahead, but this was not a problem - because in the future that he could see and observe, a large area of brilliant purple and darkness appeared.
…It is He.
Pluto... Pluto...
He thought.
He is back.
And they seemed willing to play with Him.
He realized that he had been a little slow—he had not noticed his little ones in time, his co-dancer from ten thousand years ago—the shadows of the Great Devourer were unpleasant enough, so he ignored them.
He chuckled, and the chess player, who had been lazy and no longer looking at the chessboard for thousands of years, once again cast a curious glance at Him.
But... He still wants to go on stage and sing.
Just for madness, just for desire!
(End of this chapter)