Disclaimer for entire story: I own neither Warhammer nor One piece. Kinda sucks, but I can live with it.

"Talking"

'Thoughts'

Telepathy or Den Den Mushi

Abilities and Powers

Charm/Hypnotism Commands

(Dawn Island- East Blue)

In the dead of night, all was quiet in the forest outside of Foosha village, nothing except the insects made a noise-.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, GODDAMN WOLVES!"

-And the frustrated screams of a young girl. Totally normal. Said five year old child was sprinting through the forest, jumping and twirling through trees, fleeing away from a small pack of wolves. The child had raven coloured hair, dark coloured irises, and a frantic expression on her childish face. Her shirt was all tattered, torn pieces of it hanging off of her body, red in colour, she also had on a pair of blue tattered shorts, and open-toed sandals.

Luffy was in the forest because her grandfather threw her in here alone... again.

'I gotta find a place to get rid of these god damn wolves… Damn Jiji's stupid "no hitting, only dodging" rule…' Luffy thought, she'd been running for at least 10 minutes from the canines behind her, she needed shelter. As if to answer her prayers, she suddenly stumbled into a clearing with an incredibly large temple in the centre. It looked like it was made of marble, though it appeared to be crumbling down, and it was about 20 meters tall and 40 meter wide. From what Luffy could tell there was a hole that looked large enough to fit her within the former doorway.

Without a second thought, she pushed her burning, sore legs even more to get her to the door, feeling her lungs burn more from exertion, not forgetting about the barking and growling wolves behind her. In about 6 seconds she made it into the hole successfully with a bounding leap and scurrying in the rest of the way, getting the wolves off her tail.

Luffy was on her back, huffing and puffing, gulping in mouthfuls of precious oxygen, trying to regain her breath, and famished. Deciding to see if she was lucky enough to find a single morsel of food, she looked over the interior of the shrine. It was crumbling slightly, as if no one had taken care of it in years, and six pillars seemed to be the only thing holding the roof up anymore. A pedestal stood in the middle of the room, undamaged and resplendent in a hexagonal beam of moonlight. There laying on a velvet pillow, she saw a fruit, just waiting to be taken, but it was quite strange to look at.

The strange fruit was a lavender purple colour, shaped like a bunch of grapes, each grape looked like a teardrop shaped lump that had swirls on it, with a black curled stem coming out of the top of it. 'Even though it looks weird, gotta eat to live. It's funny, the stem kinda looks like a little man…' With that final thought in mind, she crawled toward the fruit, taking it from the pedestal, and bit huge chunks out of the fruit, swallowing it down.

The first thing she noticed was the taste. The flavour was all too sweet, sweet enough to make her teeth cry out in pain and her body to cringe from the honeyed flavour. The after taste that was left, was so bitter, it made her mind spin because of the how extreme the change was. After a few tearful moments of devouring the fruit, something painful in her left arm happened, and the sound of the ripping and tearing of flesh was heard throughout the temple.

"AHHHHH, WHAT THE HELL!" Luffy started screaming out in pain, writhing and rolling on the floor, before gazing at her left arm. Up until the elbow, it was now a spiky, giant, crab-like claw. It was a deep royal purple in colour, thin and long with a sharp and slightly curved point, it looked more like it was meant for piercing and slicing than crushing things between the claw parts. Her arm felt completely normal except for the slight stiffness of it. Her hand felt like she was just holding all of her fingers together, except for her thumb. The bit of the claw that felt like it was her thumb, ended barely a quarter way up the claw, cementing the stabbing and cutting theory in her mind.

More pain shot up through her legs, causing her to bite her lip in an effort to stifle the pain, as they starting changing as well. Where once were two very human legs, now hawk like legs, dull purple scales ending at her knees, only three toes were on her feet now, ending in black, polished talons rather than nails and she could feel another claw at the back of her elongated feet. Her other hand was normal, except for the new black, dagger-like nails and the pale purple colour that seemed to be setting in.

"What... is… happ…enin… ta… meeeee…." The pained and slurred speech escaped her bleeding mouth, through her now pointed, white as pearl, teeth. Her eyes darkened even further than they had been before, her dark brown eyes turning to black and polished, like ebony. Her hair, once short, boyish and dirty, now was clean and long, hanging down her back, arched in pain, like ropes of black silk. Horns shot up from her hairline and curled back along the top of her head, almost joining her hair, before curving up slightly in to the air. All of her skin that was once a slightly tan colour now was the same colour as the fruit she ate, a resplendent lavender, including her new, long and whip-like tail.

As the pain finally stopped, Luffy lay on her back, gasping for breath. 'THAT, was more painful than over 60 of Jiji's Fists of Love, hitting me in the head all at the same time.' She thought exhausted. 'Oh… my everything is going to hurt me in the morning.' Luffy's vison began to blacken as her eyes struggled to stay open, but quickly opened to their fullest, as the most beautiful voice she had ever heard tore through her head.

"A new Mortal has eaten MY FRUIT." The voice was both honeyed and poisoned, seductive and possessive at the same time, like that of an overly jealous lover. "Come to me my new Champion, my new Masque, my new Pet. Let me see you with my own eyes. Let me take your measure." And with the Luffy's body gave out, collapsing to the floor with a thud, embracing unconsciousness fully.

(Slaanesh's Palace- The Warp)

Luffy came to above a strange place. It was a giant palace, an elegant mix between Japanese castle and Roman villa, made of marble, gold, silver, ebony and other precious, stones, metals and woods. As she seemed to be sucked into the building, falling to the ground in front of a great throne, Luffy took in her surroundings. All around were chambers, open to all, with pillars creating the entrances, as well as painting both beautiful and disturbing, usually a mixture of both hung on the walls. As Luffy stood she could see the rooms were all occupied by roman lounges for people of her size, adults, and giants alike, surrounded by bowls and plates full of decadent food and drink, statues all in some state of pain or pleasure, their faces stretched in rapturous or tortured screams, were common features as well.

Women congregated around these open rooms, strange looking women. All of them looked different apart from a few things. They all were in a state of undress no matter if they were giant, the size of little girls or the size of adults; ranging from wearing no clothes at all, to straps of cloth or leather giving a semblance of modesty, to dresses that were extremely revealing. They all had skin that was varying shades of pink or purple and they all had the legs she now bore, as well as having at least one of the crab-like claws she now had on her left arm, though most actually looked more like crab-claws than hers, built for crushing and ripping.

They whispered and giggled, looking at others in similar state of conversation, or Luffy, pointing, gossiping and spreading rumour down the grapevines, about each other and about why she was there. These demonic looking women with eyes as black as pitch, all seemed to constantly glance out of their rooms and down the pillar-laden hallway to the most magnificent woman she had ever seen, as half as large as a giant, sitting on a throne made of expensive cloth.

Her hair was exactly like her own, long raven black ropes cascading down a scintillating back. Skin, the perfect balance between pale and tan, was shown in place where a quite revealing ensemble of clothing. All she wore were a corset, made of black metal and onyx leather accents, which was deviously form fitting, and an ebon loincloth with pieces of hanging fabric reaching her ankles on both the back and the front, which covered everything important but left enough visible to be tempting in the extreme.

The loincloth had a symbol in front of it, a pendent that hung from the bottom of her corset, in the shape of a stylised man, made of silver, a large amethyst embedded in the "head" of the man. Said "head" heading toward the bottom-left corner, while its "feet" were aimed toward the top-right corner of the loincloth. Samurai-like shoulder guards, made of the same black metal of the corset, graced her beautiful shoulders while silver bangles tinkled like bells as they met on her right wrist and ankles as she stepped off of her Satin Throne, and moved toward Luffy, every bare-footed step brimming with sensuality.

Her face was that of an angel, slightly boyish in appearance, but this only added to the innocence she seemed to exude. A small scar under her left eye further enhanced her beauty, instead of drawing from it. Her eyes were as black as pitch and showed no white what so ever. Silver looped earrings, in the shape of a snake eating its own tail, graced her ears, while a spectacular necklace woven from white gold, with six amethyst Magatama, hung around her neck. Those eyes held so much promise, but deep within their depths they seemed to show only possessiveness, cruelty and jealousy.

As Luffy gazed upon this heavenly woman, her form melded back to that of a human, and she dropped to her knees, arms hanging loosely at her sides, her eyes brimming with tears. 'How… How can she be that close to perfection, yet so far away? This woman is almost flawless, but the fact that she is so close to it, but that it feels just out of my grasp… It's maddening.'

The woman continued her walk, if you could call something so graceful that, till she was in front of Luffy, only to kneel down, taking Luffy's chin in her hand, and moved her head up until their eyes met.

"Why do you cry so, child? Is my visage that ugly to you?" Her voice stopped all of the chatter, its resplendent tone causing all around her to sigh at its beauty, heart-eyed, before turning their gaze to the small Daemonette-child to see what her response would be.

It was at this moment that Luffy was happy Makino had taught her some manners. "N…Not at all, Ojou-sama. You look s… so… but… it's…" Her halting voice was cut off by a bout of pealing laughter from the woman before her, its hypnotising quality bringing a stupid smile to her face.

"I understand, Child." A kind smile beamed down on Luffy. "Now let me have a true look at you." The woman's eyes seemed to pierce her to her very soul, so judging was their gaze, Luffy wanted to cry out, to beg for forgiveness, for possibly offending this woman. "Worry not, Luffy… Luffy." Her face twisted into a disgusted look, before quickly giving way to a disarming smile. "Such an ugly name, isn't it? I will endeavour to do something about that…"

A spark suddenly lit up inside of Luffy's head. "You… you were the voice… the voice t…that sent me to sleep… w…who are you?" She asked her tone full of reverence and worry, as if she wasn't sure whether she should bow or run. All of the other demon women looked at her in shock, as if she dared to offer the greatest blasphemy imaginable.

"As I thought." The woman's visage was one of triumph, one that caused many of the surrounding Daemonettes to faint, blood dripping out of their nose. "You are not a worshipper of mine, just a victim of happenstance… or perhaps destiny?"

Her face became something thoughtful before quickly switching to surprise. "Oh dear, where are my manners?" Her alluring yet possessive tone sent some more of her Daemonettes into some perverted dreamland. "My name is Slaanesh, my dear little Champion. But you can call me Slaanesh-Ojousama or Slaanesh-Kaachan, okay?"

Luffy ignored the bit about Champion for the moment as she replied, "Worshippers?" The stuttering seemed to have finally settled down. "Does the mean you're a god?" Her head tilted to the side in childish curiosity, causing the still conscious Daemonettes to utter, "Kawaii…"

Slaanesh let loose a girlish squeal before scooping Luffy up in a big bear hug. "OH! YOU ARE SO ADORABLE!" Luffy's eyes were like spirals from being shaken so much, especially because she was asphyxiating in the cleavage that poke out of Slaanesh's Corset. Slaanesh looked at her for a second, before sweatdropping along with her daemonettes, realising what she had accidently done to Luffy and began to coax her awake.

Once Luffy had regained consciousness, she noticed she was just nestled comfortably in one of Slaanesh's arms. She was zoned out, thinking about what had just happened and how it changed from her being squeezed to death, to her being held like a tiny toddler, when a single finger, booping her on the nose, snapped her out of it.

"Yes. I am a God, little champion." Slaanesh told the little girl, a beautifully disarming smile etched onto her face. "I am the God of Pleasure."

"Pleasure?" Luffy looked down right confused. "What's that?"

Slaanesh giggled, a sound that was reminiscent of twinkling chimes. "How to explain this in a way you'd understand… Ah! I know! It's the feeling that makes you happy. For an easier explanation, it's the feeling you get whenever you eat meat, my dear Luffy."

Luffy's whole mind blacked out for a second there, drooling as the images of a multitude of meat flashed through her mind, making her dull to all else, until the divine smell of meat reached her nose. Blinking her eyes a few times, bringing herself out of her meat induced daydream only for her jaw to drop at the fabulous sight in front of her.

"Wha… Where did you even hide that?!" Luffy said perplexed, gazing at the most beautiful piece of meat on the bone she'd ever seen in her life, cooked to perfection and succulent, being held in Slaanesh's other hand, which was currently dangling the delicious morsel in front of her face. An extreme danger to her perfect fingers.

Luffy, gave the God a once-over, noticing nothing that could have any pockets or places to hide said meat. Shrugging, Luffy went to bite for it, only for Slaanesh to pull back just as her teeth clamped down on the space that the meat had previously occupied, accompanied by tuts spilling from the Goddess's perfect lips.

Slaanesh smirked, "You want this don't you, Luffy?" A frantic series of nods followed this short question, capped off by a drool filled smile. Slaanesh's countenance swiftly shifted to one of slight disgust, her nose crinkling slightly, "First, close your mouth and stop drooling." Her tone was sharp, but only somewhat scolding.

But this was enough to make Luffy close her mouth with a very audible snap, her eyes watering. How dare she cause this woman, this God, to stare at her like that? She felt more ashamed than she ever had before in that moment. Slaanesh's fingers lightly grazing her cheek, brought her out of her depressing reverie and back to Slaanesh's face, the most beautiful smile she had smiled yet decorating her features. The nearby Daemonettes all had jealous or astonished looks etched in to their faces, whispering about how lucky she was to avoid Slaanesh's ire, or that Slaanesh was actually touching her, treating Luffy like a mother would their child.

Putting Luffy down, Slaanesh spoke. "Now, there are a few things we have to talk about, my new Masque, and once we are finished, you can have the meat I have for you." With that Slaanesh began to stride toward her throne, Luffy following quickly behind, the promise of talk with the tall, pretty lady and meat more than enough to make her follow.

"Slaanesh-kaachan… what do you mean by mask? I'm not wearing a mask…" Luffy pulled at her face just to be sure, causing the Daemonettes that could see to giggle furiously. Turning her head a little, she saw what Luffy was doing causing Slaanesh to enter a similar state to the Daemonettes.

As Slaanesh sat down on her overly immaculate throne, she patted on her leg, signalling Luffy to hop up on her leg, which Luffy proceeded to do. "Comfortable, my little Masque?" A nod. "And Masque is the name of my champion and my dancer. That's spelt M-A-S-Q-U-E, before you ask Luffy." Luffy, who was just about to ask that very question, closed her mouth. "Because of the fruit you ate, you are now The Masque of Slaanesh."

"Champion? Isn't that a person who wins things?" Luffy questioned.

"Most times yes, little one. But a Champion can also be someone who acts for someone else, they fight for them, and can talk for them, when they don't want to or cannot. You will be my emissary, my messenger and warrior in this world. You will listen to the commands I give you, and you shall obey them." Slaanesh's face turned from mothering to serious in less than a second. "Do you understand, Luffy?"

"You want me to fight for you because you can't… and you want me to listen to you? To do what you say?" Luffy asked in reply. A nod was Slaanesh's response. "And I get Meat and lots of happy stuff if I do?" Another nod and a smirk answered her. Luffy seemed to ponder over this for a minute, before replying, "I'M IN!" and holding her hand out, to seal the deal with a handshake.

Slaanesh laughed and grasped Luffy's hand with her own, a blinding amount of purple light spilled from the union, and when the handshake had finished, and a mark; the stylised man again, was etched in purple, to the back of Luffy's right hand. "What's this, Slaanesh-kaachan?"

"It is my symbol. Like a Jolly Roger on a pirate flag, or the seagull on a Marine flag." Luffy nodded in understanding. "It shows you belong to me. That you are family, and my champion." Slaanesh explained possessively.

Luffy gain a slightly confused look before asking, "It means I'm a part of your crew?"

To which Slaanesh replied, that beautiful smile glowing yet again. "Yes, my little dancer. That's exactly what it means." Which caused Luffy to snuggle into her midriff, hugging her.

A muffled utterance of "I like to dance…" reached Slaanesh's ears, gracing her face with a small smile, which if one looked carefully at, they would be able to see a hidden depth of cruelty in. "I will teach you new ways to dance, my little Masque." Slaanesh stated while patting Luffy's hair, coaxing her toward Morpheus' Realm. "I'll teach you how to draw people into dance with you, until they can stand no longer. How to dance a Dance of Death so beautiful, that they will thank you for ending them with such sublime movement. I will teach you how to charm Man and Woman, young and old, even creature, with nothing but the sway of your hips and the steps of your feet. And you shall do this all in MY name."

As Luffy drifted to sleep, her mind full of herself, doing twists, turns, kicks, cartwheels and pirouettes, dancing to a tune that asked for endless movement and perfection, Slaanesh's motherly façade dropped into one of arrogant beauty. All the imperfections of her former visage melded away, to reveal a demon-queen of such beauty, that it was literally disturbing, her crown was six horns wrought perfectly from her skull, each with a glorious, star-like gem resting in their tips. The corset and loincloth, along with all the bangles and piercings vanished, giving way to a dress spun of starlight that graced her form tightly and a great sceptre, with her symbol for the headpiece formed, leaning against her throne. It was then that a Daemonette dared to approach the Satin Throne.

"Master…" the Herald started hesitantly, her only sign that she had been heard, was the slightest glance in her direction. "You said that this mortal is the new Masque… what happened to the old one? If it's not too presumptuous to ask, M'lord."

Slaanesh flipped her now white hair back with her unoccupied hand, the action causing more than one Daemonette to temporarily die of blood loss due excessive nose bleeds, the one in front of her barely stopping its own nose bleed. "The Last Masque… slighted and offended me. I cursed her to dance evermore, since she saw fit to insult me with the Gift I gave her. I had recently discovered a dimension, that none of my brothers had touched before. A world of ocean and pirates. Spectacular Fruits that granted supernatural power, like those I and my brothers grant, sometimes even greater, though with a weakness for seawater."

An almost crazed look graced those all too beautiful eyes. "A world that my brothers gain power from but haven't noticed enough to influence it! A Dimension, a Plane, which can be… No. WILL BE MINE!" A smirk adorned her perfect features, her occupied hand continuing to lightly stroke the girl's hair. "And I now have the champion to do it, A NEW MASQUE!"

"What happened to her Elder you ask me? I found her cavorting the Webway, teasing the Harlequins of Ceogorach, and summoned her back to My Palace. In her arrogance she thought herself forgiven, that she was welcome to dance within my sight once again, and when she arrived she congratulated me on the intelligence I showed in rescinding her banishment."

The Herald, along with every conscious daemonette in the castle flinched. For any to do such a thing, intentionally or not, would anger the Dark Prince, no matter how much favour they had, real or imagined. And an angry Slaanesh was a cruel and vicious Slaanesh.

Slaanesh's smirk was now something dark. It promised pain and vindictiveness, without respite from any form of mercy. "I tore her asunder with my bare hands for her presumptions. I took her form and her gifts, eradicating her soul from all plains of existence, and I bound them into a Devil Fruit as they are called. As I created this fruit, I sent it into the dimension, for someone, anyone, to pick up, but also to spread my influence."

Her tone became slightly sour, not unlike a petulant child, complaining how it didn't get its way. "A cult built around the fruit, none daring to eat it, until a Marine, one Vice-Admiral Monkey D. Garp, found my cult formed on his home island, and destroyed them and confiscate all of their lore before "they could be a danger to anyone" in his own words. How funny it is… that his Granddaughter should be my Champion…" Slaanesh's countenance was one of vicious triumph, a content sigh escaping her lips due to this delicious irony.

"I want you all to remember the form I took earlier as well. It is what this girl will look like when she comes of age, albeit smaller, but still tall for a mortal. She shall be my mortal champion in this world, though she is only half mortal. The fruit has made her something… more than she was." Said little girl stirred in Slaanesh's arms as she was mentioned, only half waking, but Slaanesh took this as an opportunity.

Handing Luffy the Meat she had craved so much before, watching her snuggle it like a teddy bear, Slaanesh began stroking her hair anew, and spoke. "Remember this Lu… No, Syrena." Slaanesh's honeyed words and her acknowledgment of Luffy's new name, her Daemonic name, reverberated through the Sixfold Realm, as if a gong had been rung. "I am the Joy of Now, and the Vindication of Life. I will Love you as no other has or ever will, and you shall love Me in turn: with your Body, with your Mind and with your Soul. I shall be your Wife and your Mother, your Mistress and your Lover, and in My arms you will find Purpose and Delight.

You shall Dance and you shall Slay to My Glory, little Masque. In My name, Pursue your Art and enshrine every Victory. Follow your every Desire, sate each and every Hunger you have, and deny yourself no Adventure."

Slaanesh's sweet tone took on a poisonous undertone, one that was as dangerous as it was endearing. "You will take Pleasure in all there is, Syrena, though your body may break, and your soul shall be mine. You will do this and do this Gladly. For I am Slaanesh, most jealous of Lovers, most demanding of Gods, and My Thirst shall never be Sated." These words etched themselves firmly into Luffy's barely conscious mind, as it fled from the Throne room, and back, deeply, into the realm of Morpheus.