Hello all you beautiful people, here we are again for another chapter that I have slaved away for you guys. But that's not important right now. What is important is me answering some questions from the last chapter and a quick message to some of my readers. Also so sorry about any of the grammar issues of the last chapter I posted that late at night and the only thing on my mind was sleeping. I'll make sure to double check stuff first then upload it, like checking for the breaking lines and checking grammar.
To All Readers Who Are Confused: This story's main character is my own OC, Luke Conwell. Not Issie. One is a massive pervert the other is a social outcast. While both hold bullshit levels of pure power, they are still different. Just want to make sure people remember in case anyone forgets somehow.
So with that out of the way onto the story.
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tZEenTcH's AND TzeeNTchIaN dAEmONs SpEeCH ANd mEtAl lInK SpeEch
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ALL cHAoS GodS sPEAkINg aS mEtAl lInK SpeEch
(Authors talk)
Chapter 4: Training From Hell
"Let's see here," I say to no one as I go over my list of supplies. I woke up around 6:00 to get a head start on the training I'm gonna do in the warp or whatever has become the warp in the world. I hope to God they didn't sake claim inside of a black hole or something, the last thing I need is to be the first human to visit a black hole and then get subsequently suck up, I think. "Now let's see a case of water, some snacks, and a water bottle for in case Slaanesh tries anything," I say out loud as I imagine Slaanesh trying to get in my pants and me having to spray her down like a cat that had just torn the drapes.
Hello, warp transportation hotline anybody on the other end, I think trying to relax my mind open to let one of the four speak to me or and least hear my thoughts.
What do you need creator, said Khorne through the mental link.
Ah good Krone, and here I was thinking this was thinking this wouldn't work, I thought. I'm in need of assistance and I could use your help, I ask.
So you require my aid, very well creator whose skull shall I add to my throne? Khorne asked.
No, no, no that's not what I need, I hastily think.
Ah so it is not I who am needed, then where shall I point my demonic legions, I swear we will have the enemy blood run in the streets and their skull turned into your own personal throne creator, Khorne pledged.
No! No blood slipping today I just need you to open a tear to your realm to my location or just teleport me, I think.
Khorne was silent for a bit then asked. So no spilling of enemy blood today? He asked.
Yes, no bloodshed just need you to teleport me to your realm, I replied. And with that, I felt a slight tingling sensation and found myself in a place that looked like it had been the set of about every slasher flick.
"So is violently murdering anything all you can think about?" I ask the blood god who sits upon his signature throne of skulls. Khorne gives no reply, "Ya I know stupid question, anyway I did actually come here for a reason and not a social call," I say. "What do you need
"What do you need creator," he asks.
"Simple really I need you train me, I am positive I'll eventually encounter some people who are a little too hostile for my taste," I continue. "So I came here to practice/train under the god of war himself,".
"If that was what you needed then why did you not say sooner creator?" Khorne asks.
I facepalm "Because you were being too gung-ho about killing to listen," I reply.
Khorne just grunts, "Whatever the case, if you are in need of training then you have chosen wisely creator, so let us start by choosing your weapon of choice," the blood god says as he gets off his throne and walks off into a corridor.
I follow after him taking in the sights and sounds around me. From outside I hear the sounds of combat and it further proves the sounds from the site of gladiatorial pits and beyond the massive and blood soaked walls of the citadel bodies are thrashing about in what I can assume is an endless battle destined to wage till the end of time. The corridors are bland, very spartanic in terms of extravagance and decorations. The wall iter brass in color or dark iron in places with splotches of what is definitely not ketchup across the walls. Skulls, horns, tusks, and other trophies adorn some of the walls with their from favored champions or daemons I could not tell. Lesser and greater daemons of Khorne guard archways and patrol the corridor of the citadel, all we pass stand at attention as a sign of respect as we pass. Would expect nothing less from demons of a god of martial skill, I think with a slight hint of pride after all these are partially my creations as well.
"Here we are the Hall of Arms," Khorne says breaking me from my thoughts.
A hall my ass this place is a fucking armory, I think. Swords, axes, maces, warhammers, spears, crossbows, hell anything that goes bang, boom, or swish is in here. Weapons are literally hanging from the ceiling.
"Browse the halls creator, any of the weapons in here you may use at your leisure," He says. I walk in and look around the room. There are weapons categorized by either melee or ranged and then separated by ages. There are even weapons in glass cases that have stone plaques written in blood.
There was a kilij with a plaque saying, "The Sword of the Impaler". A short, straight, double edged blade with a plaque saying, "The Right of the Flagellum De". And the most peculiar of all a bloodied stone, that if my eyes aren't playing tricks on me, the blood looks to be still fresh, it reads "The First Murder's Tool".
"While a lot of these are great, all I need is a longsword about 45 inches in length," I continue. "But to make it more ready for combat I'm gonna need you and the other four to enchant your own benefits onto it,".
"That might be possible creator but we would need to forge it here so that way it can contain the power we will infuse into it," Khorne says.
"Alright that works, so until then I'll just have to find a place to train, so got any gladiatorial pits open?" I ask jokingly.
"Why as a matter of fact yes creator, I had told my daemons to prepare my personal gladiatorial pit for you," He said.
"Wait, wait I was jok..ing," I say as I'm teleported to a large pit. It's got to be 30 feet deep and 20 feet wide, add the fact that there are layers of metal spikes rusted and covered in blood on the edge. Wait is that barbed and razor wire around the edges, shit he really does hate cowards, I think. I turn around as I hear rusted chains grinding and a gate being lifted. A large iron gate lifted and 2 tons of anger and hate flying at me. I quickly roll out of the way into the blood soaked dirt as a Juggernaut runs past me. "Khorne where the hell did you send me," I hastily ask trying to figure out where I am.
"You're the Blood Pit, my personal gladiatorial pit where I test the might of mortals that win my favor," he said as if he hadn't sent me to a death trap.
"Ok but that doesn't explain why this Juggernaut trying to kill me," I say as I roll another charge from the demonic beast.
"You said you needed training so I decided to start you up with wrestling a Juggernaut as your warm up," the blood god said. Who the hell thinks this is a warm up (Your sadistic creator that's who), I thought.
As I'm questioning my life choices, the Juggernaut comes crashing into me and knocks me into the stone slabbed wall. "Gaa" I cry out in pain as the Juggernaut rams into me again and jackhammers me deeper into the stone slabs. As it tries and goes for a third ramming I hold it by the snout and fight through the burning pain of its sigils. "Alright that's enough of that shit," I say as I slowly push the Juggernaut back. I use all my strength to side toss the beast into the hole I was in. As I gain my bearings, the Juggernaut gets up. The beast shakes his head in wild fashion. All right as a wise man once said, time to nut up or shut up, I think. The Juggernaut pawed the ground ready to begin the charge. "Well come on then what are ya waiting for, toro, toro," I say to the bull like daemon (To be fair they look like demonic dog-bull-rhinos).
The beast of Khorne charges at me as I run towards in as well. As we get closer to each other, I turn slightly to the side as the Juggernaut about gores me and I grab it by its neck and try and drop it to the ground. I kick and drag my feet to try and slow it down while it kicks and bucks to throw me off. As I applied more pressure, way more than I thought I could, I slowly see the metallic skin of the beast slowly bend and break as I slowly strangle it to death. As it slows down and collapses, I tug it's neck a few times to see if it's still kicking. After I'm sure it's dead I get up and try and catch my breath. But as I do that a blade falls a foot in front of me as dozens of Bloodletters jump into the pit.
"Well done creator, now that the warm up is done your first day of training can truly begin, will start by defeating continuous waves of Bloodletters for 1 hour," Khorne said. As I see the daemons continue to drop down all I can think is, Fuck my life!
Khorne's Podium
As Khorne was watching his creator battle against his unyielding hordes, then his three "siblings" make an appearance. "What are you thinking you brute, call of your hordes before one of them severely wounds the creator," Slaanesh practically screeched.
"Calm yourself, weakling, I'm only doing this to prepare the creator, for creator is to continue on this path, he must be prepared for when They appear," Khorne said. "Besides if the creator will be fine if he can withstand traveling into the warp he can live through a little practice," Khorne finished.
"WHilE i AgrEe That tRaiNIng In tHe FieLD Of COmbAt woUld bE benEFiCIal, tHIs iS A LItTle ExtReme," spoke Tzeentch.
"And I'm sure the gifting the Fallen was not," Said the blood god. The Changer of Ways said nothing and Khorne continued. "I do not like putting the creator in harm's way any more than you do, but this is a necessary act that will help him ascend further,".
Suddenly a cry of war sounded from the pits was heard. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA".
"Hmm look like the creator is actually doing well, the ascension may be happening faster than we anticipated," said Khorne. The four dark gods turned their attention to the pit. In the pit, there were cries of pain and the sound of flesh being sliced and bodies falling to the floor. Even some unlucky Bloodletters were thrown into the air, only to either land hard on to the ground or be caught on the spikes and wire.
"It would seem that the creator is doing quite well for his first time wielding a weapon," said the Plague Father.
"Indeed, mhm such delicious pain and suffering he is delivering," Slaanesh said completely engrossed with watching Luke who at this point had apparently had his shirt cut to ribbons from all the attacks he was defending against. I wouldn't mind if the creator would make me bleed a little, thought the Lord of Excess, already fantasizing on what it would love to do with its creator alone.
"HMm YeS, tHIs May CHaNge tHiNGs, bUT in AnY cASe, We sHoUld cONtinUe wItH WhAt The cReAtOr HaS ASkeD of uS And PRePAre Some BoOns FoR hIs weApOn," said the Changer of Ways already prepare contingencies for contingencies for the future as he left the realm (Confused it's Tzeentch that's to be expected).
"I should leave as well, there must be a special concoction of plagues for the creator's weapon," Nurgle said as he left to go brew up some foul pestilence.
As Khorne returned his focus to watch his creator's training he asks, "Shouldn't you be in your own realm by now weakling?" He asked irritation evident in his voice.
"Hush brute I'm enjoying the show," Slaanesh said half interested and waving him to go away.
Hmph annoying wench, thought the blood god, just deciding to ignore the intruder and watch his creators training.
The Blood Pit
"Raaa!" I yell in frustration as I destroy another Bloodletter.
"Good creator you have lasted longer than I thought, I would have assumed due to your inexperience in fighting you would have passed out from exhaustion by now," said the paraplegic sociopath that put me here.
"How….huff….long have I….huff….been at this," I say as I try and catch my breath. I had to have been doing this for at least an hour.
"Hmm about 15 Earth minutes," said Khorne.
"Bullshit there's no way in hell I have been at this for only 15 fucking minutes," I say as I am pist at the idea that if this was 15 minutes then what is 1 hour like.
"I did say Earth minutes creator, in the realms time is fickle and if you stay for a day only 6 hours would pass on Earth," replied the blood god.
"Ok 1. why were the bloodletters so laxed about getting me or themselves killed and 2. shouldn't it be the other way around or at random with the how time thing," I ask.
For one the Warp in the lore fucks with time and causes people, places, and things at random point in time, you could enter one minute and when you leave or if you leave you could wind up at the same time as your birth or 30 years into the future. Also, these Bloodletters and the Juggernaut should have been at least a little for on the hesitant side since I'm their super god or something.
"To answer in order any of the daemons of chaos or any warp being can't be killed in the warp unless you know their true name or you can erase their very existence, if not they will just dissolve into smoke and reform somewhere else," replied the blood god.
"Well that explains the demons, but what about it only being 15 minutes?" I say.
"Well while the warp did mess with the passage of time, that was when it was eradicated and with all four of us fighting each other, but now that we are at peace so to speak the warp is calmer and it only affects the passage of time in the materium as to make it slower than here," Khorne continued. "But do not quote me creator for this topic is something I have little knowledge of if you want specifics of how or why the warp works ask the changer,".
I stand their processing what I have just learned. With this, I could have all the time in the world for training(Or or an 80s style montage), I thought.
As I try and speak, I suddenly feel two round orbs press against my back and a mouthwatering scent fills my nose masking the iron smell of the pit. "Ohhh creator that was a wonderful display you put on, especially when your shirt was torn, and since you found out about the difference in times how about we go back to my Palace of Pleasure so you can relax for a while," Slaanesh said seductively.
"Begone weakling, the creator is still training, go back to your shanty alone," Khorne said.
Oh thank god, I was about to be worried there for a bit, I thought.
"How dare you call my palace a shanty you uncultured blood obsessed brute," Slaanesh said angrily.
"Enough both of you arguing does nothing for us right now, and besides Slaanesh he's right I have to get back to training," I say quickly grabbing their attention and to diffuse the situation and not be the center for a warp version of tug of war. Slaanesh justed frowned and I could swear I could see amusement in Khorne's eyes from getting one over the "Prince" of Pleasure. "Ok so what is next on the training routing, do I have to start bench pressing tanks and arm wrestle Bloodthirsters or something?" I ask joking. Khorne just stars there silently as if to say yes. "You fucking with me right," I ask. He shakes his head no, I need to keep my mouth shut, I think.
The Garden of Nurgle
I had just gotten done getting done with the crazy training routine that Khorne had come up with which involved 5 hours of fighting in gladiator pits. Trying to arm wrestle a Bloodthirster, which I totally won and did not almost get my arm snapped off. Bench pressing not a tank, little thankful for that, but a Juggernaut and the thing didn't exactly want to stay still. And last but not least a marathon through that war zone I saw on my way to the armory. Apparently, Khorne takes the whole survival of the fittest thing to the extreme and if you aren't pushing yourself into crazy training regimes you pretty much aren't doing anything that improves yourself.
It didn't help that Slaanesh was there every time I got done with one of the exercises, it was there trying to jump my bones. Thankfully Slaanesh got fed up with all the aesthetic of Khorne's realm and left. Now I'm currently in Nurgle's realm hoping to figure out what the Plague Father has for me. The Garden of Nurgle is a mass of filth covered rivers, fly ridden logs and trees, and massive amounts of fungus spreading constantly. I make my way to Nurgles Mansion, made of rotting wood and crumbling stone but still standing. I make my way inside as Plaguebearers and Nurglings greet me and directed me to Nurgle himself. I knew the daemons of Nurgle were more joyful than others but I wouldn't have put them as this friendly, I think.
"Ah creator, what a pleasant surprise this is, what can I do for you?" Nurgle asked in a jolly tone, his voice muffled somewhat due to what I can assume is phlegm and mucus. He was currently at a little workstation, with shelves full of vials, beakers, and flasks filled with all manner of bacteria, viruses, fungus, parasites, toxins, and pollutants. A literal disease chemistry set if you will.
"I was curious about what gift you had planned to enchant my blade with during my training? " I ask.
"Ah yes, well creator I have plans to gift such a blade with my greatest creation yet, a viral masterpiece of such potency that there will only be one of its kind ever to exist," Nurgle said going back to his plague lab. "Some witches curse, bubonic plague, a pinch of Nurgle's rot, rabies, the fydae strain of the zombie plague, tuberculosis, and finally chickenpox (Ah yes the dreaded chickenpox)," said the Lord of Pestilence.
"Chickenpox?" I ask.
"Yes it is one of the most infectious diseases in human history," said Nurgle as if he was stating the obvious.
"Ok then, so can I ask what most of you have been doing here since you all came to be because I haven't been able to keep an eye on you all," I say. I have been somewhat worried that the four of them may do something drastic and if I can at the very least lessen it I'd like to. And why am I asking Nurgle this well if I ask Tzeentch, he may not lie but he wouldn't say the full truth. Slaanesh would see the whole lie or truth thing as a game or some weird foreplay and probably lie unless I would come to its little dungeon hall to "punish" it, like that's happening. And Khorne….well I don't think head lie, I think he's more waiting for me to give him an enemy to send his hordes after and the fact that I don't think he messes with the other's business.
"Well, creator most of us have been trying to keep our presence a secret and building up our forces for when you need us," The Plague Lord stated. "I have been brewing vast amounts of disease to rain down onto our enemies, Khorne has been training his forces and piling mass amounts of weapons for war, Tzeentch has been gathering knowledge of this world and the politics of other pantheons, and Slaanesh unsurprisingly has done nothing useful except for keeping an eye on you," Nurgle finished.
Ya by keeping an eye on me you mean try and get in my pants, I think. I about to speak when I notice that the Plague Father is looking quite depressed all of a sudden, which giving his usually joyful self. "Are..uh...you alright?" I ask unsure.
"I am fine creator just missing the face of one I hold dear and remembering I watch over her as closely as Slaanesh does you," Nurgle said. Wait her, is he talking about Isha, I think. I am at a loss here, on one hand, should I feel sad for the dark god and create Isha into existence to ease his heart. I mean he does look to legitimately care about her. Or should I not for all he has done and ever will do.
I make up my mind, "I will speak with you another time Nurgle and maybe the three of us can hang out when I get a chance," I said leaving.
"The three of us?" I hear Nurgle ask as a dark pool of shadow form from my retreating frame as a humanoid form exits it. Long blonde hair with tinges of green going through it, skin as pale as fresh snow, and wearing pure white flowing dress similar to the Roman stola. The only thing differencing her from a regular human wear the two pointed ears she had. "Isha," Nurgle asked and Isha smiled and said, "Hello my husband".
The Crystal Labyrinth
I find my way to the realm of Tzeentch coming here to learn what Tzeentch has learned from what I can assume are thousands of spies he has sent out to scour the Earth for supernatural entities. While I can assume I am immune to most warp dickery, this place is about to give me an epileptic seizure. Winding spirals of smoke and glass ever changing and shifting into shapes they shouldn't. Giant shards of glass showing the past, present, and possible futures simultaneously. Large puzzles and floating mazes home to daemons litter the land. And at the very center a writhing whirlpool of warp energy shrouding the Impossible Fortress, the ever changing home of Tzeentch.
As I start to make my way to the fortress, a Screamer comes down and hovers next to me. I assume it is here to make my journey easier, but knowing Tzeentch he might be doing this to test me or something like that. So to be safe than sorry I start to walk to the fortress instead. But as soon as I start to make my way to the distant mass of war energy, I run into a door to be more specific the door of the fortress itself opening up for me.
So it was a test, I think as I make my way through the opening door.
"I am glad to see creator that you are not as foolish as others who have entered my realm," The changer said gleefully.
"Well considering I am dealing with you I should probably expect stuff like this," I say as I look around the room. The Architect of Fate is currently floating atop what I can assume is his personal scheming spot since there's nothing up there. Small diamond shaped crystals floating around and multiple puzzle boxes constantly shifting and trying to solve themselves.
"Ah yes I suppose you being aware of my tendencies would alert you ahead of time," said Tzeentch.
"Ya pretty much, so anyway I heard you have been doing a bit of spying lately want to tell me what you have found?" I ask. The Changer of Ways mouth grins further than it already is.
"I can do you one better creator I can show you," spoke Tzeentch as he floats down to me. As he does one of the crystals floats down beside me. "You already know of the Devil abominations and Fallen creator, and I can assume you have suspected there are Heavenly Angels as well?" He asks.
"Ya figured is there were fallen ones then there would be the ones with halos," I replied.
"Good then we can skip them for now and discuss some of the pantheons," He says as parts of the crystal light up and shows multiple places at once. A large feasting hall, a mountain surrounded by clouds with a Greek palace on it, and a Japanese castle in the sky with a bridge.
"Currently you are looking at the dwellings of the Norse, Greek, and Shito pantheons," said the Great Conspirator. "These three are currently are biggest threats to us that you have not met yet, the Shinto due to their close proximity to you and are technical trespass of their lands," He continued.
"The Greeks are by far one of the most powerful and as well as their pacts with the Romans, and before you ask no there are no doubles of the Greek gods, only the one who didn't have a Greek counterpart were born, while the rest took the faith of their counterparts," He said.
"Ok, I get the last two by why the Norse, if there would be anyone I think we should watch out for I would think they would be closer like the Hindu or the Chinese?" I ask. During my stay here in Japan, I have been doing research after research on as many pantheons as I could in case they were real, and seeing this I can safely assume a lot of the long standing regions and myths are real in some form or another.
"While you would normally be correct creator the Norse are an unexpected oddity," Tzeentch continued. "They are currently on the cusp of civil war due in part to their leader Odin wishing to forgo with their isolation and make alliances with other pantheons, but one of their own a god named Loki is against it thinking this is will make them weak, so to do this if Odin tries peace talks then Loki will surely try and start wars over it and you could get caught in the crossfire,".
"Hmm I see what you mean, continue to keep tabs on them and any other pantheons that are looking to be trouble, hopefully, we won't have to go to war," I say. I stop a thought that has been plaguing me since this whole thing started. "Tzeentch their one thing on my mind that I have been meaning to ask, why am I still sane from all this, I mean it doesn't matter how strong the mortal is whenever they have gazed upon you they have turned insane from it, but I'm fine why is that," I ask kinda afraid of the answer.
"I think you already know the answer to that creator, you created us in your most desperate time and in those desperate times mortals find themselves confronted with their inner most desires, their very nature, their very psyche," Tzeentch continued. "You created chaos creator, it takes an already warped mind to come up with that, pun not intended,".
"I am not crazy and thinking all the wrongs that come with your guy's rights are from my very being is bullshit!" I say angrily.
Tzeentch just smirks further, "Hope is a powerful tool creator, always keep it with you for even one such as yourself can benefit from it," he says. I turn to leave my mind swirling with confusion and anger, so another regular encounter with Tzeentch. As I leave I can hear Tzeentch say, "Don't worry creator, in do time all shall go according to plan,".
The Palace of Pleasure
As much as it freaks me out, I head into the realm of Slaanesh. I have to round out this with seeing what it has been up to, plus I need to see what enchantment is gonna be on my weapon. I walk through the highly decorative places and castles, smelling scents that I have never smelled before although none of them can make my mouth water like whatever Slaanesh used. Screams of pain and pleasure fill the air, blending with the laughter of daemons. Everything around me is in shades of pink, purple, and accented with pure white marble or gold and silver.
I pass through the six domains not once paying attention to their traps and make my way into the palace. To sum up what it was like inside think of the best rave you have gone to mixed with a frat party, and multiply that by a mosh pit, and add in few more drugs, sex, and alcohol and you come close. All around me Slaaneshi daemons are either dancing, drinking, or fornicating.
Hell, I won't lie I was tempted, key word tempted to join in it had been awhile since I had a good bottle of Jack. But I had more important things to do."Creator come and join us, we're more than willing to help you relieve some stress," said some Daemonette. I just ignored the daemon and pushed through the doors to where Slaanesh was.
In the room, the entire middle floor was covered in throw pillows and furred rugs. The Daemonettes and Keepers of Secrets dancing around each other and some pushing up against pillars and well I'm sure you get the picture of what they're doing. Off to the sides were extravagant pieces of art hanging and sculptures. Next to them were banquette tables full of food, wine, and drugs. I see Slaanesh sitting on the opposite end of the room sitting in a beautifully carved marble throne looking over the scene before us with prideful eyes as I can assume this whole literal fuck festival is its ideal way to loosen me up.
As I walk around the middle to get to Slaanesh I can hear it says. "Ah creator do you like the show I have put on for you, I thought it would help you relax,".
"I came here to see what you had in mind for my blade, not to get freaky with daemons," I state as I finally get over and stand next to the Lord of Excess.
Slaanesh just frowns and says. "Well if it's about the stupid sword, then if you must know I will be given a blessing that allows it to make someone a slave to pleasure and pain if you cut them and their sole goal is to please you,".
"Hmm good if that it's I'll be going then," I say as I try and make my way out of here as fast as possible.
But before I can even get a few feet I fell Slaanesh grab my wrist. "Creator why do you not look upon me," It ask's. "You can freely look upon Nurgle, Tzeentch, and even that brute Khorne, but if I try to gain your attention you look upon me in disgust," Slaanesh counties. "I am the embodiment of perfection in your eyes and yet I am looked at with contempt why?" It questions.
"You want to know why, it's because being perfect is not being beautiful," I state.
"No! You lie there is nothing more beautiful," Slaanesh states.
"I wouldn't expect you to understand, but imperfections can make even the best art greater than they are, imperfections build character," I continue. "Perfection is unobtainable, thinking you have reached perfection means you have just stagnated, yes Slaanesh you are the embodiment of perfection in my eyes, but in my eyes perfection is ugly, so in turn you are ugly,".
At this point grabs me by throat and lift me up against the nearby pillar cracking it a bit. I open my eyes to see that Slaanesh has tears in its eyes. "No that can't be perfection is beautiful," it states.
"It is the truth Slaanesh, perfection does not exist and it is not synonymous with beauty," I said. At this point, Slaanesh starts to squeeze just a bit harder, but before anything else can happen the mark on my palm lights up and a huge blast of warp energy flings everything back. Slaanesh goes flying to the other side of the room and any of the daemons that were watching the altercation very vaporized on impact.
As I get up I can hear slight sobbing and I turn to look at Slaanesh who is slumped against the wall with its knees against its chest and her hands on her head. "This pain why does it hurt so much, I am the master of pleasure and pain but I feel no pleasure from this pain?" it asks.
"There are some pains that no one gains pleasure from, not the victim, nor the inflictor, no one, there are some pains that no one should experience," I say.
Slaanesh just continues to sob and I can see tears fall onto her legs. The site shocks me and I for once see what has been staring me in the face. While she is a mind breaking sadomasochist, but she is still just someone who wants the attention and approval of someone she looks up to. She's just like her, I think. She is just like a friend of mine who I knew a few years back before….well it isn't a happy ending is all I'll say. I walk over to her and get on my knees to hug her, she stiffens in my embrace as I try and hold her to calm her down.
"Slaanesh while I still hold true that reaching perfection is an ugly thing, the journey to reach it, to try and better ourselves is what is truly beautiful," I continue as Slaanesh hugs back. "So, in other words, you may not be beautiful now but you still can be, you just have to always try and better yourself," I say softly and I can feel her stop trembling. And for the first time, I could feel a smile coming from the Lord of Excess, and not the usual lustful kind either, I mean the genuine at peace kind of smile.
We hold that position for what could very well have been hours knowing the warp before we let go and I help her to her feet. "Creator, you have made me felt pain and pleasure like I have never felt, truly you are incredible creator," Slaanesh says with pure joy practically written on her face. I really hope this doesn't come back to bite me in the ass later, I think.
"Well if you excuse me I should be heading back to Earth, can't miss two days in a row or people will get suspicious," I say and before I can ask if Slaanesh could teleport me there she asks me.
"Creator sense you are technically older than us and you now live in a country that uses honorifics in its language, would it not be best for me to start calling you senpai now?" she asks with a mischievous smirk. I usually shiver at the prospect of yandere Slaanesh.
"Ya, you are not calling me that," I state as Slaanesh giggles and teleports me home.
Ah now unto the stuff I wish to explain
1. If you're upset that the chaos gods aren't really acting like themselves there are two reasons. 1. Is that we don't have much to go on when it comes to their personalities, at least I don't. And 2. I kinda stated this in the chapter, that these gods are Luke (My) personal representations of their personalities and if anyone else thought up the chaos gods they would be totally different from his. Plus I would like to give them some humanistic traits to make them more relatable while trying to stay true to their respective dominions.
2. A lot of the pantheons are gonna have some changes from their DxD selves, wait don't leave let me finish first. When I say changes I mean minor ones, like some gods being alive and not dead, that sorta stuff
3. I am gonna have you guys help me decide on who will be in Luke's harm cause this is a DxD fanfic and it was gonna happen anyway. But keep in mind that not all suggestions will work and I get the final say on this, but I am pretty lax on these kinds of things so if you put down a name I will probably put her into the harem. So I will tell you now who will and will not be in the harem. And if there is someone from 40k or DxD that you would like to be in the harem leave it in a review and I look it over and see if I can work with it.
Will: Slaanesh (Obviously), Sona, Koneko, Asia, Xenovia, Ophis and that leaves room for 5-7 others
Will Not: Rias, Akeno, and Irina.
For the other 5-8, they can be from DxD, 40k or a 40k Race OC (I.E a sister of battle that wishes to please her Emperor) that I will create. Also thinking about whether or not I might add goddess from other mythologies into his harem for this story I'm 50/50 on it but I probably won't considering the massive roster I have given you guys.
Now for the will not's while I personally like Rias as a character for this story she's better off not being an option, Akeno for the same reasons, and Irina because I couldn't see a real reason for why they would get together.
4. I know a lot of you are waiting for the bigger events and don't worry this is one of the last little filler chapters the next will give you guys some actual action and not a training montage.
And with that thank you for reading and I'll see you guys next time.