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The plain truth stretched out before him without end or anything to obstruct it. "Your willing to cast it aside, to lower yourself?" The being known as Truth asked, a pleasant hint in his voice which almost urged Edward Elric to continue and fulfill his line of thought.

"What do you mean lower my-self, that's all I've ever been, just a simple human who couldn't even save a little girl. Not even with alchemy." Edward replied with torn up clothes and two streaks of blood going down his mouth and cheek as he starred into the white void.

"You think you'll be fine without it? Think carefully now." Raising his white finger Truth asked one more time to see if the gold haired creature before him had truly figured it out.

All the meanwhile a stream of voices in Ed's head said his name, the memories of friends and someone more-closer to him helping to reaffirm his choice until he became an immovable object. With the last voice sounding off he turned his head towards Truth with a smile and declared, "who even needs alchemy, when I've got them!"

Truth smiled the widest he had in a long time, joy and laughter coursing through him as he declared "You've done it! That's the right answer!" As Edward Elric was about to clap his hands however Truth continued to speak with his happy laughter beginning to die down, "I, I didn't actually think you'd get it. Well done you've beat me. You'll get what was promised."

"Oh, come on I wasn't that bad." Edward stated a smile still on his face.

"Oh, yes you were, stating you were above everyone else and looking down on who you perceived to be lesser. I admit I'm going to look forward to your reaction once you see how you were." Truth finally calmed down although his voice was still sincere in its happiness at Edward achievement with no sign of cruelty.

His voice steadily getting more worried as he continued his sentence Edward asked "What, what are you taking about?" His hands lowering to his sides before falling limp.

"Oh, don't worry, you'll remember, it may take a little more time and it won't happen at once unlike the physical change's but you'll remember. Sorry about not everything being exactly how you remember it, but the trade isn't 100 percent equivalent when counting your brother. Although considering your current mind set I don't think you'll complain." Truth answered with non-of it making any sense to Ed.

"Wait! What are you talking about! What about Al!" Ed shouted his mind going into panic with little control.

"Don't worry your brother will be fine, he'll get his body back and you'll understand with enough time. I just hope the rest won't be as troublesome as you were." Smiling at the memory Truth opened Edward Elric's gate, black hands furling out and wrapping around his body before pulling him in so quickly that he did not even have time to protest even further.

In the gate Edward immediately closed his eyes, sweat forming on his brows, frightened beyond reckoning as streams of information past him. His eyes however crunched even further however as his body was in agony as it felt like all those years ago when he lost his arm and leg. His body shredded it-self falling apart like paper resulting in him screaming at the tops of his lugs as he continued to descend into the source of all alchemic knowledge. However, as his body continued downwards and began to disappear so too did new flesh take its place. As he neared the end of the information pit surrounded by a quantity of information to vast for the mind to handle his throat was stripped and replaced, his screams now sounding numerous and like a choir. He kept going down further and further until his entire body was rebuild with him with one last push by the black hands flying through the stream of information until he was on the other end, a quick second of darkness covered his surroundings before being replaced by a screaming chaotic colour-filled hell overloading his senses and making him black out.

On the planet of Typhon the dark night jungle air gave way to a glowing blue light as the hard stone edge of a cliff was imprinted with a human transmutation circle imprinted into the stone. A single Aeldari dressed in rags laying unconscious within it, his soul undetectable to all save for the brief moment it could shine some of its light into the reality it was currently in like the outwards-most flames of a candle flaring and being put out in a less than a second, the core un-affected. Although a forest fire would be a better comparison than a candle when it came to the Aeldari's soul's brightness, and as a result only a few individuals were now made aware of its presence.

In a realm of pleasure, perversion, and pain made manifest a single entity sat across its throne, not having moved from its position in centuries. Through its body sensation of every kind was felt, it may as well have been the living concept of such sensations just as its creators intended and yet paradoxically it turned into everything they regretted. That is if any thought could come through the agonizing turmoil they felt across eternity.

From the gods of a mighty pantheon to the youngest child, all were equal in torment inside she-who-firsts madness of intimacy. Truly to Slaanesh almost nothing could be more pleasurable, the closeness, the very souls of her/his makers feeling everything that was possible never being dull or in the dark ever again.

Such pure extravagance would be the second most important thing on the Prince of Pleasures mind save The Great Game if it were not for a single soul's flash in the Warp for but a brief moment.

It was a type soul which she/he had not had the pleasure of tasting for the first time in millennia as it shown age the like of which all but one two other currently living Aeldari could offer and yet it was unique as it offered the youth of a child not even 30 in human years.

In a literal instant and nothing else Slaanesh instantly grasped it only for it to pass by her/his fingers like nothing, and then she/he couldn't sense it. It was gone.

The prince of pleasure cried out in frustration, not a single ounce of pleasure and for once no delight coming from the pain of having been denied such a rarity which no other of the Aeldari species could offer.

In another instant she-who-thirst set out an order to a group of its servants, he/she desired to send all of them but knew something more-subtle would be needed.

In an instant the servants responded while Slaanesh began to plan on what to do with such a rare find which she/he still knew so little about. No sensation would be sparred to this soul, she/he would get to know it very well and keep it closer than any other for eternity as a result of the rarest sensation it would bring.

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