Khorne watched on top his Brass Throne, upon his mountain of skulls. He watched at his – no, their – greatest creation did battle. The creature, with four appendages, fought battle after battle, never fleeing never cowering. This pleased the Blood God greatly. He was first found when they were two. The Anathema tried for both, He tried to take both his sons when He found them within the warp. But Khorne and his brothers had already claimed the two.
It brought smile on his face, all the work the Anathema did and it was he and his brothers that perfected him. Two fractured souls, two broken bodies one touched by Order, the other by Chaos. And as Tzeentch plotted the two became one seamlessly. Now there was only one child bourn with the marks of Order and Chaos. And the best part was that the Anathema "had" to bless the child. For if he didn't than Malice would have won. And that was war Khorne was not willing to lose.
CRACK!
CRUNCH!
Splat
The Blood God turned to his son, deep in the Blasted Lands and smiled. He was dead, a hole where his heart should have been and a Bloodthirster feasting upon it. But, that was not what pleased Khorne, no for al around his son was corpses piled high. Khorne leisurely counted "Three hundred Bloodletters and fifty flesh hounds. HA! Not bad for s stripling who has yet to see a single year". He had laughed, it was his idea after all to grant his future champion "controlled aging", and with their power they made the infant into small boy. But that boy just decimated an entire grove of his loyal followers before being overcome by a Greater Demon! If Khorne could have, he would smile and brushed aside a burning tear at the pride he felt for his new son. With a wave of his hand the corpse of his son rose, perfectly healthy and alive, as did his followers. The combat began again but this time a gift was activated; every time the boy was resurrected he became stronger for it.
The next hundred years past by in blink of an eye for the Blood God. So many wars, so many new skulls! It was rather satisfying to know that he had so many followers just lining up to offer him their own skulls. He gazed upon the endless fields of battle and his finger and arms tensed as he saw the inevitable end.
CRACK!
CRUNCH!
Splat
Despite seeing it so many times he still could not get over it. There was still some entertainment value at seeing his subjects being viciously mutilated by a naked boy with his bare hands. Khorne had long ago stopped counting the number of Bloodletters and flesh hounds his son killed. These days he only counted the ones that really counted, "one hundred and thirty! HA, that boy really wants to beat my record"! All around the boy lay endless corpses of demons, but the greater demons that were presently eviscerated numbered one hundred and thirty, the last one's heart being voraciously being chewed on by the naked boy.
After his meal he turned to Khorne, he who sat upon a mountain of skulls, and with speed and strength only a demon can obtain dashed towards his location. Khorne was pleased; his child was strong enough at last. He patiently waited as his son defiled his fortress to get to him. He waited as he turned his guardians inside out using their own horns. He even felt excitement as screams of pain and blood reached the base of his skull mountain. He gazed down at the child's white hair and burning red eyes, and his chest swelled with pride.
"Truly magnificent!" the God murmured to himself.
The boy climbed the mountain on all fours, panting like a beast. His red gaze and black sclera never wavered he kept going. After what seemed like an eternity he finally reached Khorne and stopped confusion on his face and uncertainty in his heart.
"Do you know why you are here, Boy"?
He did not.
He was always fighting, always dying, and always coming back for more. This was the first time he stood in front of this – thing, man, it – he did not know why he was here but he did know the basics.
"I am here to spill your blood!" and he charged the sitting Blood God.
"That's the spirit stripling, never stop!"
The boy did not even see the descend axe before he was bisected.
Khorne could feel many things, he could feel anger, he could feel bloodlust, in fact for the last fifty years he was overwhelmed with pride. Now he felt a new sensation, it was bafflement, wonder and confusion. And this was all due to his most recent sensation. Pain.
CRACK!
CRUNCH!
Splat
After his son ripped of his upper right axe wielding hand he cast him off his throne. Cast him, Khorne the Blood God, of HIS THRONE!
He honestly couldn't help but feel happy since…well ever. He left a great bellowing laugh at his greatest fortune. Not even passed two hundred years and already ripping the arms of a God. "Hahahaha! Now if only he did that to Slaanesh he truly make my millennium".
He gazed at the boy, his own arm already fully rejuvenated. The boy was crouched ready to reap bloody havoc on the Blood God.
"Do you know why you are here, my son?"
He did not answer; only stare at the large God sitting in front of him.
"Do you hate me for putting you to constant battle"?
"Should I be?" an honest question, asked with an honest face.
"How in the warp did this walking genocide have an "honest face"? Warp knows how many times I've ripped it off." Khorne thought silently.
Khorne chuckled lightly, and by lightly it means volcanoes erupted with a less fear inducing effect.
"You are here because you have a purpose. A purpose that myself and my brothers have carefully crafted for millenniums. Your purpose is to grow strong enough to kill a certain someone, and then afterwards restore the balance of reality."
There was a long pause. The gaze between the two did not waver. Finally the boy broke the silence.
"I have no idea what that means" he began " but even if I do whatever it is you want me to do, what's in it for me"?
The chuckling returned. "What do you want?" answered the God "As you are right now you have no desire. You want nothing, need nothing have nothing. With time you realize your own desires, your own needs. And so long as serve us faithfully, my brothers and I shall provide it to you in excess". He paused to gaze at him, to make sure everything was going to the boy's head "serve us well and you shall want for nothing".
The silence that followed was deafening. The child was not stupid; he knew what the Four Armed Things was saying. But if the rewards were endless that what does that say for the risks he would have to take? He looked around, his gaze landed on the spot where he ripped of the Things arm, he then gazed at the mountain of skulls and finally, to the creature itself. Grinning beneath his brass armor no doubt. What did he have to lose; after all he did have nothing.
"You didn't even tell me your name."
Khorne spread his arm in a grand gesture.
"I am Khorne the Blood God. God of violence, anger and hate. The greatest of the four Chaos Gods". His boast rattle his realm and shook the sky. But the boy stood impassively, this God would not harm him, at least not at that specific moment.
"Than what about my name? You called me son".
"You may have a name when you have earned it! And you may earn it when you survive the handling of the rest of my brothers"! Oh who was he Khorne kidding, the boy just tossed him of HIS THRONE! They have been passed the stage of testing. But his brothers would throw a conniption if they were not involved in "The Naming".
The boy began get a bad feeling in he pit of his stomach, it was that or it was that demon heart he had earlier. He guessed it was bad for indigestion.
"So when do I meet them"?
Khorne chuckled and with a wave of his the space on his right, the boy's left, tore violently open. A black portal emerged and beckoned the boy.
"You have survived me my son now survive the rest of the family"!
Khorne pointed to the portal. And even though he walked to it with no signs of weakness, an odd sensation burned in his stomach.
Tzeentch was not pleased. No he was not pleased at all. He did not care if he, himself, was not chosen first, HELL he didn't care if he was chosen last. What pissed him of was that he would get the boy AFTER Khorne was done with him. How is that a bad thing? Many would ask.
"By now that battle addled barbarian must have turn him into another berserker. A cluster-warped moron who uses all the muscles he has EXCEPT the right one!"
Tzeentch could already feel a migraine settling in, he did not have one of those since Slaanesh had that party after he ate all those Eldar Gods. Damn what mess that was.
His attention was shifted as black portal opened and the boy walked though. "Well at the very least I can be entertained as my Maze breaks his mind to insanity. Let's see if this barbarian can get through this maze alive."
The boy was not sure what he would find upon exiting the portal, but this madness was most defiantly not it. Myriads of colors, shifting paths endless visions seem to dot his sight. His head spun his feet crumbled and mad giggling erupted from his mouth. He didn't know that he was laughing until he felt the shortness of breath and the breaking of his thought.
Tzeentch looked on, beyond his library. "That didn't take long," he thought. He was severely disappointed, but than again his maze was well crafted. It shifted its contents as easily and frequently as he plotted. And Tzeentch, God of Change, did that A LOT. Still he was surprised, the boy did not become chaos spawn yet. But still, it would be a long time before they would meet face to face.
THIS WAS NOT POSSIBLE!
For one moment, that was all it took. Tzeentch looked away, to plot new treacheries, for ONE moment and the boy does the impossible. A measly twenty-five years, not even a century, and the boy was walking –WALKING – through his maze, HIS MAZE. The maze that constantly shifted, the maze that did not end, the maze that was based on the God of Change's fluctuating Psyche. And he was walking THROUGH it.
"Well this is a surprise." Was his quiet murmur. "But he has yet to find the my Fortress. He still doesn't even know how to manipulate the warp! He stands no chance". Tzeentch continued to watch the boy and despite his surprise, pride was within his chest. "At least he is not a complete barbarian." He thought.
He watches for a long time as the boy continued walking, seemingly nonplussed about the madness of the place. A smile was on his face, "I think he likes it".
Tzeentch looked on and if he could his left eye would be twitching in agitation. Once again the boy surprised him immensely, within a hundred years he was finely able to take use of the warp. He could manipulate the basic elements of wind, water, fire and earth. But now he Conjuring and warp Forging. He should not be able to do that!
BOOM!
CRASH!
BKAAWWW!
Tzeentch was intrigued "So that is what a Plasma Poultry Gun can do! Rather impressive. WAIT where the warp did he even get the idea to MAKE a PLASMA POULTRY GUN!"
In the Maze the warp was far more dominant. If you have the vision and the will one can literally make anything they want from nothing at all. But this was MADNESS!
MMMOOOOOOO!
BOOOOMM!
"A BOVINE BLASTING CARBINE. WHAT THE WARP! THAT WAS MY IDEA"!
He had no idea whether to be pissed or proud. Proud that his son was making weapons of chaotic proportions or pissed that he was making weapons only he could think of… WAIT! "Can that boy understand me? Can he understand the LORD OF CHANGE"!
As hearing Tzeentch's musing the boys eyes gazed deep within the changing void. There was no path way passed the colors and lightning. "Found you," he whispered. And reality broke apart. The inaccessible was shattered like glass the shifting impossible fortress was revealed.
Tzeentch was surprised, but very pleased. Finally someone who understands him. He began planning, "What kind of hell can my son and I do"?
Could Gods die from overwhelming pride, could they be so proud that their heart, if they had one physically, would burst from their chest, if they had those too. Tzeentch did not know but he was closer to it then he had ever care to know. His son was HIS LIBRARY! His Hidden Library where plotted and connived, his sanctuary where no one would ever reach. And he was here reading. Not exciting to most other beings, true, but for the God of Sorcery and Knowledge, well lets just say he was thankful that Khorne did not completely screw up the boy. Tzeentch curiously looked at the cover of the book.
"Hmmm. "How to manipulate Mortals for Dummies, By Tzeentch, Lord of Change". Ha he has good sense of taste. One of my first and finest creations". The heavy tome was filled to the brim with information around manipulating the sentient lives of the Materium, he was rather proud of that volume. The other thirty-nine volumes were all based of the very first.
THUD!
The heavy tome the boy was reading was done, but tat was not possible. The last time he looked he the boy was starting and now he was done?
"Oh right. The Warp. How does one forget about the billions of after affects the warp has in the first place"? He asked himself
"I require knowledge." A solemn and firm voice was speaking from the boy.
Tzeentch was intrigued. Many mortals have asked him for knowledge, and he has given it too them, for a price of course. He chuckled darkly. The constant shifting of Tzeentch's form moved closer to the boy.
"Do you now? And what be the nature of the knowledge you seek?" the boy was chaotic on his own. For all the plots plans Tzeentch could create he was unable to truly grasp what the boy wanted to know.
"I want the knowledge and wisdom required to use three very specific branches of magic." Strong, firm the boy's voice resonated in the Library.
"What would they be, boy? What can Tzeentch provide for thee?" it was not often he would use his own name. The boy was interesting enough, what could he possibly want?
"The first would be knowledge of Warp an Devil Forging."
If Tzeentch had eyes it would have grown twice as large as his head, if he had a head. Warp and Devil Forging was creation and manipulation using energy of warp and other power sources. True masters of this art can create anything out of nothing at all. This was a one of he highest level of spells in his arsenal. His mind began thinking of billions of plots that could come from such a power.
"Interesting choice, boy. One of the highest level branches in magic. Yes, most interesting, what are the other two?" he was thoroughly intrigued. Yet in the back of Tzeentch's mind there was something about that branch that set off alarms in red light.
"I want knowledge for genetic and molecular manipulation." Silence reigned in the Library.
"Interesting. Once again a branch of primal magic, the highest echelons to be exact. I wonder…" Tzeentch murmured. The warning bells became a loud klaxon signal.
That's It! A Trinity the boy was attempting a Trinity. Tzeentch himself could make Trinity's happen with snap of his fingers but for a boy, a human. A Trinity was composed of three primal spells. They were Creation, Manipulation and Destruction. He named Creation and Manipulation and the last on…
"Let me guess boy, you would seek knowledge of Energy Projection? Huh, boy, you would use that knowledge to complete your Trinity, is that correct boy?"
"No. That is not the knowledge I seek."
Tzeentch was rather pleased with himself he correctly deduced the last piece he would require to complete the boy's Trinity. With those specific powers he could… Wait, what was that? "That was not the correct knowledge? I was wrong". His mind raced in silence.
"I seek a different branch of magic than the one you proposed". Calmly coolly, a stoic expression on his face.
"I WAS WRONG!" Tzeentch Raged.
"I seek knowledge pertaining to Dark Matter and Anti-Matter Manipulation."
"HOW IN THE WARPING WARP WAS I WRONG, THAT IS INCONCIEVABLE!" the raging would have made Khorne Proud.
"In return, I believe I have sufficient payment for such Knowledge."
"DO YOU NOW, BOY," venom in his voice. "WHAT COULD YOU POSSIBLY OFFER THAT CAN INTEREST ME, THE LORD OF CHANGE"! Tzeentch Raged, he was so angry he was just about drive the boy insane. Nobody made him "wrong" the moment the boy said his peace he will spend the better part of the millennium believing he was a eight year old girl with blonde pigtails and a pink polka doted dress, and there was NOTHING he could say to stop him.
"In return, I will help you prank your brothers". Silence reigned within the Library once more.
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"What!" It seems Tzeentch can get confused after all.
"My plan requires an industrial sized spoon, several hundred pounds of Gutbuster's Premium Tofu, the creatures called "Care Bears", the Immortal Torturer known as "Barney the Dinosaur", a field of Promethean Fire Lilies, massage oil, an eight foot tall, hairy, transvestite ogryn by the name of "Bubbles", Barry White, and several image recorders for the angles." Silence once again. And surprisingly the boy was still in one piece and not insane.
"Tell me more." Tzeentch said in a gentle, soothing yet sinister voice. It was a mystery, could Gods die from overwhelming pride? Tzeentch was on the cusp of death and he never even knew it.
It was that time again, when the four Chaos Gods would meet to speak of the progress of the boy. However, unlike the time when Khorne spoke there was no joy at the boy's progress.
"…THEN I'LL WEAR YOUR HIDE AFTER I FORNICATE WITH YOUR SKULL!" Well Khorne was not happy.
"Was that before or after you were going to peel away his skin and dip him in the excretions of a thousand Bloodthirsters Brother Khorne." Nurgle was surprisingly jovial for someone who was taped down on his throne whilst being force-feed Ork style Tofu. Further more his entire garden was invaded by Promethean Fire Lilies, defiling his diseases in sweet aromas and leaving his nurglings smelling like perfume. Still Nurgle had to admit it was a very good prank. "At least Isha was smiling", thought Nurgle "I wonder why though?" Despite the long period of time they had spent together his adopted daughter, the Eldar God Isha, was constantly melancholy in contrast to warm and happy God of Pestilence.
"And WHY ARE YOU SO CALM ABOUT ALL THIS NURGLE. THIS WARP BLASTED FOOL HAD THE BOY ATTACK US!" Khorne was really angry. Well considering his entire domain was virtually raped by a sea of undying multi-colored bears with an obsession for rainbows and hugs, he was being rather civil in his open disdain for that event. "I'LL TEAR OUT YOUR INTESTINES AND SKIP ROPE WITH THEM!" yes, very lax indeed. Tzeentch assumed that "Barney the Dinosaur" would not stop singing that friendship song. Even Tzeentch shivered at that particular torturous melody.
"Calm down Brother Khorne." A musical voice filled with all the pleasures of heaven and all the horrors of hell. "His pranks were relatively harmless." Slaanesh was lounged in his chair, though he constantly winced and fidgeted a bit.
"AND WHAT OF YOU BROTHER SLAANESH WHAT HAS THAT WARP-BRAT RELEASED INTO YOUR REALM!" Khorne Roared.
"DON'T ANSWER THAT BROTHER!" Tzeentch reply loudly and quickly as to attract all their attention. "We need not know the details." Indeed Tzeentch was not very eager to know of the debauchery of Slaanesh.
Slaanesh smiled lasciviously "Lets just say that Ogryn's are very creative with their weapon."
"What the hell does his rifle got to do with that boy's pranks?" Khorne, the ever dense, seemed to have calmed down a bit.
"Oh no Dear Brother Khorne the ogryn never touched his rifle, as for weapon…well let's just remember what they say about men with big hands" Once again Slaanesh had a perverse smile on his face.
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"DAMMIT YOU PERVERTED WARP DAMNED CRETIN. NOW THAT IMAGE IS STUCK IN MY HEAD!" well, there goes the calm of Khorne.
"Did you know that he has two other brothers"?
"COUGHCOUGH" seemed that large frilly dressed ogryn disagreed with his, err her, new master, or mistress.
"Oh sorry dear, I meant "sister". Did you know that "Bubbles" here" gesturing to the ogryn who was checking his, err "her", makeup "has two "sisters" by the name of "Blossom and Buttercup" and that they are all triplets", seem Slaanesh was rather giddy of three ogryns with the same hairy features.
"Oh Brother Slaanesh enough of your trysts." Began Nurgle with disturbing smile " Tell me Brother Tzeentch, how goes the progress on the boy?"
Tzeentch suddenly felt the eyes of his brethren, and began to feel nervous, or as nervous as a Chaos God can get. "About the boy, well he is doing fine his studies are progressing even better then I had originally planned."
"I can feel a "BUT" coming Brother." Khorne was getting impatient
"Yes, well progress is not the problem, it's his enthusiasm I am concerned about." Finished Tzeentch and no sooner did those words left the God the entire warp shook.
BOOOOOOMMM!
"Warp blast it what was that." Khorne seemed particularly pleased, perhaps an incompetent fool would actually trouble them, it has been a while since he had 'fresh meat".
"That would be the boy" Tzeentch sighed "he really is quite enthusiastic about his new skills. You know boys and there toys."
The Chaos Gods opened a portal to see their investment and were utterly speechless at what they saw. Somehow, the boy manages to bridge the realms of Chaos. He linked the realms of Khorne and Tzeentch into one large battlefield, and if that was not enough the demons of both realms have begun an all out war against the boy. Several thousand demons, both lesser and greater, were locked in mortal combat with the boy. The problem is, it simply was not fair, if the demons actually worked together and formed a cohesive unit they might have been able to last an entire minute before being reduced to ash or having the their internals become externals. Sad say, it was a dark day for demon kind when a naked boy is building a mountain using the desiccated corpses of demon kind. As for the Chaos Gods…
BOOOMMMM!
BKAAAAWWWW!
"Is that a Plasma Poultry Gun" Nurgle was curious and intrigued.
"Yes" Tzeentch deadpanned.
MMMOOOOOOO!
BAAAANNNNGGG!
"A Chaos Cow Cannon! Fantastic craftsmanship." Khorne disliked ranged weapons but was all for the unnecessary abuse of domesticated animals.
"Actually he calls it a Bovine Blasting Carbine, but the principle is pretty much the same." Tzeentch was explaining in a matter of fact tone.
"A Bovine Blasting Carbine? That sounds sooo inelegant. Why not simply call it the MooMoo Gun? That sounds far more cute." Seems like Slaanesh has taken a liking to that weapon, the Other Gods wisely shut their mouths. In retrospect, it was a very smart move.
"Why is he tying up that Bloodthirster Brother Tzeentch?" Nurgle had begun to feel curious at the proceedings.
"Ah now comes the torturing or information" began Tzeentch "He has created a veritable cache of instruments used for gaining information from an uncooperative guest."
"That is a Bloodthirster Brother, MY Bloodthirster. It would have NO information worth telling!" Khorne almost felt sorry for his nameless minion.
"Oh I know Brother. In fact, the boy knows as well." Explained Tzeentch.
"Then why the torture?" Khorne was now confused.
"Ask not WHY the torture. But ask WHY NOT torture" Tzeentch was very pleased "besides the boy, insists on practicing." AAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHH!. "Besides I think he simply wants to play with his favorite toys."
"Brother what is he doing with rusty wrench…" AAAAHHHHHGGGG!. "A h, Never mind Brother, never mind" Nurgle looked surprisingly pale.
"That would be his patented "Nutgrinder" Brother Nurgle." Tzeentch was rather embarrassed for whatever reason.
"Interesting. Is that a power tool? Isn't that used to secure in screws?" Khorne was now confused.
HELP!PP!P!P!PP!PP!P!
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"And he calls that the "De-Ballinator". Finished Tzeentch.
"Warp blast it that was foul. And coming from me that is saying something." Nurgle was pale at this point.
"What is he doing now?" said a thoroughly confused and intrigued Khorne.
"Oh warp no. Did the boy just bring out a wooden, sharp instrument" Tzeentch was now very chaotic, his form could be called fearful at this point.
"Yes" Tzeentch did not know who said that but at that moment immediately averted his eyes and hid within his corner. "OH WARP DO NOT LOOK, WHATEVER YOU DO NOT LOOK! THE BOY HAS BROUGHT OUT "THE STICK"!"
Of course the curiosity of the other Gods became too much and they gazed at the final instrument.
Suffice to say the inhuman screams form the bound Bloodthirster rocked the entire foundations of the warp. His howls chilled the bones of every inhabitant, including the four Chaos Gods. It was the most horrible three minutes in the entire existence of the Chaos Gods life. Khorne was rocking back and forth reciting a mantra that he believed would ward off "The Stick" that would soon plague his waking dreams. Nurgle was at his corner retching his putrid guts out and his Nurglings where following their lord's action, followed by eating up said vomit. Tzeentch had transformed himself into some sort of creature devoid of eyes, ears and other features to derive him from experiencing the horror again; a Chaos God can take only so much after all. And finally, Slaanesh, who was strangely silent throughout the entire debacle, stood ramrod straight, calmly breathing with sharp look towards the boy as he finished cleaning his tools and left for more prey. Slaanesh was the only Chaos who did not look away and over the three minutes that the "The Stick' was being implemented obtained a strange purplish glow from his eyes.
"That…that was positively deplorable!" Nurgle was finally able to control his rotting organs and ceased with his projectile vomiting. "I have never seen such ghastly use of a foot long stake. Where the warp was he even able to learn such cruel interrogation."
"""Interrogation" implies that there is a possibility of relief from the pain. But, my Bloodthirster had no information, this was not an interrogation. This malicious act was pure and brutal SUFFERING!" Khorne seemed angry once more. "I approve, it even had me shiver in fear for a moment." Then again Khorne does not care where the blood flows, just that it flows eternal. And frankly the there was enough blood to fill an ocean up and still flood an entire continent, and that was just one Bloodthirster. "Where did he learn his Brother Tzeentch?"
"Surprisingly, he invented that last one." Began Tzeentch, he was no longer going insane it seems. "I did not even now you could do that to anyone's' colon. What of you Brother Slaanesh, you have been silent for the entire ordeal."
Slaanesh by now had an unearthly purple aura emanating from him at this point. Then his shoulders began to chuckle lightly; soon it evolved to a full-blown laughter. Slaanesh was no longer suppressing his powers, it washed away the auras of the auras of the other Chaos Gods and began rise higher. The laughter continued and rose in sound.
"It was magnificent beautiful, skillful, perfection…" Slaanesh continued listing absolute praise, even some description defying reality, caused massive shakings in the warp. "I have decided Brothers, just as you Khorne and you Tzeentch have marked him and called him your "Son" so shall I."
At those words Nurgle's cautious features became piercing and sought out Khorne and Tzeentch. "YOU BOUND HIM, YOU GIFTED HIM! WE HAD AN AGREEMENT HE SHALL BE FREE TO CHOOSE!" Nurgle was outraged.
"Calm down Brother" Tzeentch was placating "He called to us. He did choose. He chose us, just as he might choose you and Slaanesh. Even the Anathema can be chosen. The boy has no limits. He can choose all of us and benefit from all our gifts. We need not fight for his soul any longer."
"Nurgle calmed down a bit. "Are you saying you broke our agreement for that!"
"We broke nothing Brother Nurgle." Khorne began "It was our mistake. The agreement never fully expected the boy to be this powerful. As such he is no longer bound by its limiting factors. He has the capacity to obtain all the blessings and receive no backlash from them. If anything he broke The Agreement itself, hence none of us are at fault."
Nurgle's eyes bulged. He was expecting something sinister, but for this to happen. For a man, a boy, to break the Compact of the Chaos Gods and the Anathema was completely beyond any of their expectations. He was most pleased, though not as pleased as Slaanesh.
"MY SON, MY SON, MY SON. WE ARE GOING TO HAVE SO MUCH FUN!" The other Chaos Gods seemed pale at the though of Slaanesh getting his hands on their "Son".
"Do you think we should help the boy? Slaanesh does tend to go overboard when he is in one of his moods." Nurgle whispered to Khorne and Tzeentch.
"A HAREM, A HAREM. THE GRANDEST HAREM TO EVER BE CALLED FORTH INTO EXISTANCE. THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN FROM EVERY RACE SHALL BE PRESENETED TO HIM. HEHEHEHEHEHEHE!"
"Is there any specific reason as to why you going to such great lengths Brother Slaanesh?" Tzeentch was actually curious.
Slaanesh turned to his brother, an unbelieving look on his face. "LOOK AT HIM BROTHER, AND BEHOLD HIS EXQUISITE ART. IF HE CAN PERFORM SUCH DELICIOUS ANGUISH IN SUCH A DREARY PLACE AS KHORNE'S BATTLEGROUND" "HEY!" "THAN THINK OF ALL THE WONDERFUL SENSATIONS HE WILL ISSUE FORTH WITH A SINGLE WANTON WOMAN ON HIS BED WITH MY KNOWLEDGE, OR TWO WOMEN, OR THREE OR THREE THOUSAND. HAHAHAHAHAHA! IT WILL BE A GRAND TIME!"
Okay, the Chaos Gods officially pitied their son, but warp damn it what a way to go. Some where in the Killing Fields the boy felt shivers go up his spine and for a brief moment considered killing himself. That was until his common sense returned to him; he would be resurrected again anyway, so there was no point. He would face adversity head on.
He was now stuck in front of what he assumed was an overly lavished palace. Endless shades and facets of color littered the palace and yet, it all made it breathtakingly beautiful, noteworthy, perfect. At that last thought his mind and body tensed. Nothing was ever perfect. Perfection was a distraction that pulled many to infinite traps. They would not pull him to his own doom any time soon.
"Welcome!"
A voice, just as heavenly and beautiful and ever colorful as the world he now resided in. He was immediately on guard. Perfection was a lie.
"Come now child. Surely you can relax in my presence."
There was an aura of contentment around him, it told him to be lax, to accept what was to come. He tensed and prepared for an attack. He had to be, even if he died he would be resurrected again, but pain still sucked.
"I see that you will not be placated by words alone. Then, I shall allow you to gaze upon my magnificence. I am Slaanesh, God of Lust, and Greed, excess, pain, pleasure and perfection.
The boy made the error of turning around to find the voice and to his great horror he was greeted by the most physically beautiful being he had ever seen. And as he gazed he began to feel his will leave him. A burning feeling in his heart emerges, and all he wanted to do was to serve this creature that embodied perfection.
NO!
He fought, he struggled, and he ground his teeth to prevent what was happening. These were not his feelings, he did not know love, he did not know hate, but this creature was making him feel. His will was being drained, he was weakening, and he wanted to serve…
NO!
He would NOT SERVE! HE WOULD NOT!
Slaanesh was most impressed. The boy was struggling greatly when he looked at his body. Greater men then the boy fell prey to Slaanesh's unholy beauty, but the boy was determined to resist.
Then to Slaanesh's great surprise a black blade made of pure anti-matter appeared in the in the boys hand. The boy struggled even more, his body wavered as his indecision became more apparent.
"Was he going to fight?" thought Slaanesh "this could get interesting".
Not many mortals fought against Slaanesh's charm, and those who did simply prolonged their exposure to Slaanesh and eventually fell prey to his aura. He did not know what the boy would do, would he run or would he fight. Once again Slaanesh was surprised and pleased.
HE WOULD NOT SERVE! NO NEVER! NOT UNLESS IT WAS EARNED!
With all the determination he could muster the boy raked his anti-matter blade across his own eyes.
AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!
The boy fell to his knees in agony, the antimatter blade left his face bereft of his eyes, all that where left was the black scar tissue where his eyes used to be. The anti-matter blade dissipated, but he got back up, blind and facing the direction of the Entity. At the very least the glamour would no longer affect him. The pin receded ad he used his hearing to pinpoint the Entity.
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
He swings the brand new black ant-matter blade with his right hand. He missed and the laughing continued, strangely enough from what the boy can tell the laughing held no malice. It held… amusement, surprise and … pride? The laughing was not malicious.
"Tzeentch was right! You truly are a marvel. You are the first soul that has ever been able to resist looking at my true form! You unseated Khorne and you outplotted Tzeentch, you truly are a gem! Oh, I can just imagine what fun we can have." Slaanesh was extremely pleased. "For entertaining me for so much I will bequeath to you a rare gift. You will be granted with an entirely new and previously unheard of array of sensory perceptions, the merest of which makes those he was born with pale in insignificance. With this gift I hope you will truly relish these new sensations as I do!"
With those words the new senses invaded him. His hearing increased to unheard of levels. His nose picked new foreign scents both foul and pleasant. His touch could caress the air itself, he could feel the empty space's movement, its gentle breeze, and it's violent after affects. New sensations, new feelings, pleasure, pain, confusion, depression. It was becoming too much. He felt more then he could understand. His feet itched… no they burned. His left arm was cut… but it was still attached. He could feel his breath become heavy, wait was he still breathing?
The senses were far too new; he began to struggle to understand, to feel. The task was too difficult, he collapsed on his knees. He could no longer move, the simplest movement would cause a chain reaction both pleasant and torturous. It was maddening, it was interesting. His thoughts were too fast, his head spinning. As he collapsed his heart lurched and gave out. He could taste his own blood, a wonderful taste now that he thought about it. His face on the dirt and blood pooling out his mouth he no longer had the fortitude to move, to breath, to think. It was too fast these sensations. It was absolute agony. And as the last vestiges of rational thought left him a single thought passed through his mind. As darkness and death once again lay claim to him he thought, "This was not so bad…" His light faded and all that was left was smiling God of Chaos.
Slaanesh was excited. Oh whom was he kidding? The Chaos God was absolutely giddy with exhilaration. The boy was far more than he expected, he was a pure soldier. He would take orders and do absolutely necessary to accomplish his goals. The boy, instead of worshipping Slaanesh, managed to resist his allure going so far s to blind himself in such a magnificent fashion. The pain must have been excruciating. Problem was, the boy had no goals. He was simply there, surviving, living, and just reacting to the endless shifts in the warp. If he could get on the ground floor, plant a seed within the boy than Slaanesh would be able to truly experience some unique sensations. The boy was an absolute gold mine. The God was so exultant, but then stopped. Their location was far from optimal. The boy must penetrate his palace before anything was given. After all, one can't receive anything without giving something away. With that the Chaos God faded away and returned to his palace and began a new tryst filled with debauchery.
How long was he face first on the floor? How long since he met that Entity, Slaanesh, he was called? The sensations never faded, the feelings never ebbed. But he was beginning to get used to it. Every twitch, every breath brought forth new sensations and almost every time he would fall unconscious, or dead, he could never tell. The sensations simply overwhelmed him and hemorrhaged his brain, it was simply too much. But time strengthened him. He was finally able to flex his muscles without falling unconscious. A rather monumental achievement all things considered. It was a novel experience, and he was not complaining, the boy simply wished he had a little bit more time to adjust before being hit with… what was it? A gift… a curse. Regardless he thought, that palace seemed to call for him and he would be damned if he did not assuage his curiosity.
The boy was relieved he had no idea how long he resided within throat twisted place. So many years and only six domains. Soon he would be before this Slaanesh, maybe they would talk, and maybe they would fight. It did not matter, it was a way forward. That was all that drove him at this point. As he trudged towards a large ornate door his mind wandered to the domains he passed. Some were easy to pass other, less easy.
The first was the Domain of Avidity; it played havoc with his greed. Knowledge, power, shiny baubles and other miscellaneous things he did not know what would happen only that something would happen. The moment he touched a bauble, shining in the darkest corner of the domain, he was trapped. For several decades his mind was trapped upon that bauble, mumbling to it, treasuring it, and calling it "my Precious" until his voice became hoarse. When was finally used to the bauble he soon forgot why he wanted it, and almost in a trance tossed it to the side and wandered passed the domain. The bauble, the ring, was forgotten, he could no longer remember why such a thing was so valuable, all he could remember was that it was exceptionally shiny.
The next was called the Domain of Gluttony. This was rather easy to walk pass. Within the Warp food offers no real sustenance. The only meals he ever ate were Bloodthirster Hearts, and even then only to assuage his curiosity, never out of need. The domain was stuffed to the brim with beautiful, and bloody hearts, each as deliciously looking as the next. But considering the boy had no need for food he was able to shrug off the temptation easily enough. With a mild curious look he gazed at the piles and piles of hearts, some big, some small, some cooked, some raw, and walked away.
The third was the most confusing one of all. The moment he entered the Domain of Carnality he knew he was not staying long. All around the room was a writhing mass of moving flesh, near countless individuals, naked as the day they were born, connected together, most commonly around the hips or mouth. The smell was heavy with carnal perspiration, and the sounds of moaning and groaning was a musical concerto. It was interesting to look to see, and at some point a rather… attractive…beautiful… gorgeous, oh he did not know. A woman of great physical feature stood in his path, bent over, spread her hindquarters and beckoned him forth. The boy had no idea what to do. The new senses that Slaanesh had gifted was working overdrive on his mind, whispering in a language he never knew, signaling delights of dark and delicious nature. But, that was the fatal flaw. The voice, this feeling, they were not the boy's. As such there was a great understanding. "This is a distraction," thought the boy. He walked to the woman, patted her on the head, avoiding the snakes that writhed on top, he gazed at her eyes and walked away. This place was a distraction and to the boy distractions can only be noted then ignored. As he walked away he failed to notice the deafening silence that reigned upon the realm as he walked out.
The Domain of Paramount was next. Entering the domain, he was greeted with cheers of adulation. He gazed around thousands of individuals lined up in columns and rows, shouting his name, or at least at what he thought was his name. Now that he thought about it, he cannot seem to remember what it was. Oh well, probably not important. The crowds cheered, he could hear many of them wishing to swear fealty to him. And for a very long time he stood there in the very center, basking in their praise. For, maybe, two or three centuries he stayed on that spot listening to their cheers and compliments, let them wash over him in satisfaction. That was then he snapped out of it. He did not know these people, they were cheering them but he could not understand a single word they are saying. In fact, there were no words, simply screams of gratification. He was trapped again. And he allowed himself to be trapped. Self-loathing and disgust welled up in his throat; dark bile seemed to lodge in his breath. Angry eyes, met the cheering crowd. But he could not fight them, could not kill these people, they knew nothing else, just like him. They were eternally bound to cheer falsely and as he realized this, the boy's anger ebbed away and was replaced by pity. He pushed his way out of the crowds and to his destination, leaving behind their cries never knowing he would meet a similar group in the future.
The Domain of Vainglory was another domain that captured him for several centuries. As he entered the domain he was shown a vision of himself, but not just as he is but as what he can be. The tall man that the boy saw, himself in the future. Tall, well built, lean of muscle, pure white hair with red eyes. As for the rest of his face, it was not there. For the boy, the nose, the ears and mouth and brows where not features he found pleasing. Therefore the image he saw was a perfect representation of what he wanted to be. The moment he sucked in his pride, he felt it in his stomach, he could not stop looking at the figure, and he was trapped once more. Day in and day out the boy would gaze at the figure, which constantly changed to suit his pride. It became fat, it became slim, it had red hair, then blue hair and at some point the figure became female, the boy had to admit he made a very fine girl. The problem was that the figure constantly changes to keep the boy trapped in his pride, eventually as the figure began to lose its features. It was no longer muscular, no longer supple in body, it lacked hair and the eyes were dim and lackluster. Pride lost hold of him; he could no longer look at himself with any pride at all. When he realized this, the boy was once again shocked, then angry, and most importantly felt disgust. His disgust at himself, his failure, his distraction was vast. He stayed within the realm simply basking in his disgust, whether from shock or as a form of punishment he could not remember, for an entire century. When he finally moved on he vowed to himself, never would he allow such pride to goad or trap him. Such a vow would stay by him for the eternity of his existence, even when he lost his forms, and his memories, his vow would stay with him when all others would not. As he left the realm encounter the most tasking of domains.
The Domain of Contentment was by far the most ruthless and most vicious of all the domains he had visited, hands down. It did not take more then five whole seconds before the boy was trapped. His entire body relaxed and his entire persona simply dropped in idle haze. This place was paradise, green trees, running streams and massive mountains dotted his vision. A hill of flowers, bursting at the seems with gold crimson and azure beckoned to him and he could not stop himself, he did not want to stop himself. The moment he laid down on the field of flowers his world became content, and nothing else mattered. His anger, his purpose, his mission his knowledge, all gone and for many centuries he would remain in this state with no care in the world. And just as quickly, what was centuries to millennia in time, was all a heartbeat for the boy. His eyes widened his stance tensed and he found himself in an empty void. A trap another !$^%#^**%^ of a ^$%#!$% WHO SHAT ON A SQUIGG TRAP! HOW MANY TRAPS HAD HE FALLEN FOR! His cursing continued for an undisclosed amount of time. Though it is fortunate that no one was there to hear it, considering the colorful choice of words anyone unfortunate enough to be in hearing distance would suffer massive ear bleeding. It took him a moment until finally realized that his current state was different. For a stripling of a boy he had changed. No longer was he frail of stature but taller, maybe five foot nine inches, he thought. His hair longer, shoulders broader. He looked down and was surprised to see hair next to that organ he used to excrete water. He turned his head to the side and noticed that that organ was much larger too, or at least he thought it was larger… he never really understood why that organ always released water in the first place. He left the realm in confusion, but when he took his first step his eyes widened in disbelief.
He was taller, broader and bigger in almost everything itself, but to his horror his muscles and reflexes were a different story. He did not know how long he was trapped, but it was a long time. Just as he grew up in idle contentment so to did his muscles remained content. In fact they downright atrophied. The strength he had to dethrone Khorne was gone, the sharp mind used to impress Tzeentch missing, all his hard work gone in a blink of an eye. He was dismayed but kept moving. As he moved he worked on his sorcery and Trinity and found that although greatly diminished his power still worked. "I will grow from this" he thought, "I shall remain vigilant. I can no longer afford idle contentment." As he though t o this he moved forward towards the Great Palace of Slaanesh, all the while hoping Lords Tzeentch and Khorne would not mind him visiting the Library and Fortress again. He might die again, which is a very possible event, but there are worse things than death, "Like being weak".
Slaanesh was impressed. He threw almost everything his realm had to offer at the boy. And sure there where some hefty casualties, namely the boy's abilities, but all of it was worth it. Now the boy had the required mindset needed to survive the trials and gifts Slaanesh would bestow upon him. What's more, was that the boy managed to reach his palace in la little over a millennium, which is a vast improvement on his original estimation of three millennium. Still, now with the experience the boy has acquired he would be able to handle the new ring that was in direct link to his nervous system that he would give the boy in the future. The process of binding the ring would be suicide on itself, considering no anesthetic would be use, or provide for that matter, but with Slaanesh's desire for new sensations the ring could cripple the boy's nervous system if Slaanesh was not careful.
"Warp damn them. If Khorne is giving him the Brass Gauntlet and Tzeentch is willing to part with a Crystal Shard Amulet then I am going to give him en Empathy Circle!" Slaanesh thought heatedly. But that was farther ahead then schedule, for now the boy had to survive the Trials first.
"Do you know why you are here boyo?" Slaanesh did not stop thrusting his three tentacles inside the three dark eldar males that was on his grand bed. Their moans of pain and pleasure were one and the same to the Chaos God. The boy behind him was having problems of his own.
DAMNIT! The boy was in trouble. When he first met Slaanesh the Urge to submit himself to this God was a war in and of itself. But as the God was doing…something… with those three pale bodied… boys? Men… the allure was even stronger, this was partnered with the new senses that was originally gifted to him on their last meeting, made the current situation even more difficult. The natural allure, the unholy sensations and the current actions of the Chaos God had the boy on edge and was holding back from dropping to his knees. His only saving grace was the experience he had garnered from the various domains.
Vigilance, Integrity, Apathy even Stubbornness was on his forethought, using these to ward against this God's Allure.
AAAHHHHHHH! The allure's influence skyrocketed for a few moments, the after effects forced the boy shut his eyes, and he was a breath away from absolute surrender.
And then nothing… the boy tentivily opened his eyes.
The boy…no the young man blinked. This was the first time he saw another being use that organ before. He wondered why there was so much and why it was white. It looked sticky from his point of view. All things considered he wondered if the three males on the bed drowned in the liquid substance, because they were not moving and their entire body was covered, mostly their faces, with the thick whit liquid.
The God sighed in relief, a multi colored robe materialized around him and turned. He was pleased to see the boy was still standing, he looked at the boy and noticed at the confusion on his face, but not on him, it was n the bodies. I smiled inwardly.
"So tell me boyo. Do you know why you are here?"
This was a question Khorne once asked him. Up until now he still had no straight answer. Nor did he care for one. He would still survive.
Slaanesh was intrigued at the young man's silence. "You are here because I desire for you to be here." He began. With a wave of his hand the bed and its occupants disappeared to warp knows where. "Under normal circumstances you have no say in what is about to happen next. But due to certain… factors, that have recently surfaced your situation requires a far more liberal approach."
The young man listened. The voice was soft, sweet and velvety. This Chaos God new how to talk, he had great oratory skills. However, the young man was a simple mortal.
"With all due respect, sir" he began carefully "Just get to the warp damned point. Are we going to fight or talk the entire time?"
The Chaos God laughed. Really laughed, the voice made the boy shiver at its cold bite and warm tones. He tensed ready for anything. The beautiful purple skinned Chaos God chuckled more, then stopped and gazed at the young man's eyes.
"My boy, my son… you are not here to fight." Slaanesh started "you are not here to talk. You are here to Experience!" with a flourish the colorful walls of the palace vanished and left the both of them in perpetual darkness.
Moments breathe and lights illuminated an area. He could see the Chaos God standing beside a bed with various silks and pillow, and assortments of containers nearby. The bed was low, but it had a thick cushion that seemed to beckon the young man forth. The Chaos God smiled mysteriously.
"Up until this point" Slaanesh began "You were free to wander around. You experience horrors and pleasure you thought impossible before. The sensations you have now are permanent, you can never get rid of it as it is my gift to you." The young man winced. While that gift was interesting, the sensations he has been feeling has always made him constantly fight or he would lose himself to the sensations.
"Do you wish for a way to make those nasty side effects lessen?" Slaanesh used a singsong voice. "There is only one way for one to overcome my little present." Hope shined in the young man's eyes. He did not want to lose the gift, but maybe a way to damper the feelings before in drew him to insanity would be nice. "And that way is constantly practice its' use until you are comfortable with your new senses!" a maddening gleam rose in the Chaos God's eyes. The boy however was confused. The young man was confused, he did not know what the bed, the assortment and oils and the God had in mind.
"And how exactly am I to practice these sensations then Lord Slaanesh?" he asked, then his eyes widened and his features became excited "Am I to fight your creatures to the death?" sure he would die several million times, but he'll be resurrected. Also this way he could regain some of his lost powers due to the muscle atrophy, surprisingly something he blamed on himself instead of the Chaos God.
The Chaos God was pleased he remembered his name. Even more pleased was the young man's naivety. He was "PURE"! " Oh you will meet some of my creatures dear boy." Slaanesh laughed on the inside "But you fight them on a different type of battle field and with a different assortment of weapons and techniques." He was so giddy on the inside, Slaanesh could barely wait.
"So now boy you will be given something many people are never offered. A choice!" the Young man was excited, a new battlefield, new fights, and he could not wait. "The first choice is the quick and easy road, you will receive all the necessary procedures done to deaden your senses to my Gift." This was said in such a spiteful way that the young man knew it was not a choice to begin with. "And the second choice… would be to use the sensations to such a degree that they become something you are used to." This time Slaanesh's manner of speech gave off warmth previously silent before. The young man did not even blink or pause and made his decision, which was smiling at the Chaos God.
Slaanesh could no longer talk it. As soon as the young man smiled he rose to the air in haste. He would let his daemonettes take care of the boy, maybe after sometime he'll offer the young men some eldar afterwards, he mused. He watched as the boy got into a fighting stance, still not knowing of the "Battle" he just committed to. Slaanesh giggled silently at the young man.
Within the darkness, the only things visible were the large, albeit low standing bed, the assortment of oils and the young man. The young man was obviously confused; he looked around the area in anticipation. Then it began the young man turned and gazed at a pink-fleshed creature, who came to him stalking. The fun would begin soon. Slaanesh was pleased.
The young man was waiting for the first strike. The creature was far smaller then the usually Bloodthirster he usually eviscerated, but he would start small then work his way up. The pink creature had a … beautiful… pretty …nice face and chest? Well they were fine features he supposed, and then he had to consider the pincer that took place in her arm and the hooves on her feet. He really did not know if the creature n front of him was beautiful or not. He never really considered such things before, still beautiful or not he would still make this thing choke on it's own blood. That was when her friends decided to join in.
All around the bed the many "sisters" began to appear some more "beautiful" while other not so much, they stalked closer. The young man waited his position was compromised and he was outnumbered. Not a good start he thought, a strange feeling came from his chest after a moment. That was when all hell broke loose.
Before the creatures could get any closer a new "sisterhood" emerged from the glooming dark. These new creatures quickly surrounded the other purple creatures before viciously stabbing their hands into their chests killing the purple fleshed creatures and tossing them in the dark once more. With that done the new creatures eyes focused on him and he knew he was in trouble.
These females were whole different breed from the previous. The first thing to notice was that they were all exactly the same height, if he could guess they were maybe five feet eleven inches to a solid six feet. Aside from their height the females shared similar features in their muscle, they were lean and fit, they seemed built for endurance and agility in his opinion. Another similarity would be their pairs of fat on their chest. The normal female, he read in Tzeentch Library, had a pair of fat appendages on their chests, these females had three pairs. Strange how they were able to walk with six large breasts on their chest and not have back pains, though deep down the young man found them quite pleasing though he did not know why. The final similarity was the fact that they all had two sets of arms with five digits each. Long and powerful, it looked like they could be able to wield a large assortment of weaponry with deadly efficiency.
That was it for their similarities; their differences were varying for each individual. Their hair varied from golden colored, to cold blue even flaming red, and some hair were made of fire as well another was made of pure feathers too. Their sharp faces had modest noses, gentle cheeks and the sharpest eyes he had ever seen, which varied in color not so different from their hair; he was fond of burning eyes as well. Then came other features, some had curved horns; others had them framed along the top of their skulls. Many had tails of varying furs and some even covered the shoulders and some of their arms.
So focused was he on their appearance that he missed the one behind him. With a gentle push he tumbled to the bed, crimson covers met him and he had to admit the bed was comfortable eve if he still did not understand its purpose. He quickly turned around to see his attacker but it was too late. Four arms each grabbed and held down his arms with surprising strength. He turned to see the woman had his arms locked by their weight; his search once again was his undoing. While distracted two new females caught his feet in a firm grip just near the edge of the bed, he panicked as he looked around more of the females in varying forms emerged from the dark. As he looked at those binding his feet a new female came to ho vision standing behind the females holding his legs.
Pale skinned she had golden eyes and purple hare that blended in the darkness. She had horns that bent forwards and had feathered tail colored the same as her hair. He had stopped struggling a few seconds ago long understanding its futility. The female looked down on him as she position herself standing in the middle of his spread legs. She had smug and smoldering look about her, that was when he realized a very important fact that he had somehow missed. These females bore no clothes; they were naked as he was. The female smiled a bit, losing the smugness a little, when he finally noticed. His eyes locked on her gold ones, as she attentively knelt. It was slow, he felt trepidation and but she kept getting lower and it seems she was heading towards his… organ? What was she going to do? Was she going to eat? He would not be surprised he did that before too, though dying that way sure sucked. He looked on as she opened her mouth and was completely surprised. Aside from her canines the rest of her teeth were like his, curved and blunted. Then another surprise, while he had only one tongue this female sported two long tongues that moved in tandem. Now he was confused, how are blunted teeth and twin tongues supposed to kill him? No sooner did he thought of this did her tongues attacked his organ and caused him to gasp.
This sensation was new, PLEASURE, he knew what it was now and oh did he knew.
SSSLLUUUUURRRRPPPP!
He gasped again. That organ he took for granted now hardened and stiffened; the female had forcefully shoved the whole of it in her mouth. The tongue causing delicious sensations all through his body. He looked left and then right. Within the dark hundreds upon hundred of eyes looked back, so many different colors gazing at him, hungrily.
SSSSSSLLLLUUUUUUURRRRRRPPPPPP!
He moaned again something was happening, his stomach was clenching. He was about to groan when something or someone grabbed his head a=had shoved their tongue down his through. He tried to fight this sensation, just like he did in the domain but soon he let go. With a thrust from his pelvis he let loose in both mouths and became exhausted.
The pressure ebbed a little and the mouths left him. He thought it was over but his limbs were still bound. He breathed hard, but all to soon it was over. He closed his eyes for a moment before he was assaulted once more. This time however, not only did the mouths attack him again, his fingers were now wet with some sort of slime that was being repeatedly stuffed in a hot, tight, and sticky tunnel. His toes welt similar sensations as his nameless organ, several tongues were lavishing them with attention and his nipples were suffering the same treatment. Pleasure was overwhelming his sensations and it would be many years before he would be coherent instead of a massive flesh bag controlled by his hormones. Regardless this was a very pleasant detour, he wondered how long this would last.
Slaanesh for intents and purpose was a sex god, in all that it implies. So why then was he not smiling or doing his business with his own willing, or unwilling whichever he preferred, harem? The reason being was that things unhinged from the original plan. Not too badly really, but things were brought to his attention. The main problem was his daemonettes, and their jobs. Specifically, they were net doing it. The daemonettes were to "teach" the boy about the Flesh, constantly over a long period of time. He was surprised when they were brutally, and efficiently killed then tossed aside. He would have stopped these new creatures but it seemed they wanted a piece of his son more then the daemonettes. As he gazed at the growing horde of female flesh, he wondered were they come from. He obviously did not make them, considering they just killed his daemonettes. Khorne might have done it, but their current actions amongst the pile proved otherwise. They were far too beautiful and sexy for them to come from Nurgle. The Anathema was to prudish and ...orderly…YUGH!... so that left Tzeentch. As soon as they could he would have to talk to his Big Brother again and see what he had to say about invading his realm.
That was when Slaanesh felt it. It would be invisible to many mortals, to catch the power frequency of being, but Slaanesh was a Chaos God. Deep within each of the females resides the power frequency of both Chaos and Order. Furthermore, the if he had to guess, these females were just "born" a few moments ago. That means that the other Chaos Gods and the Anathema could not do it because their powers would oppose his in his realm, therefore making the creation of these females difficult and time consuming. In conclusion, Slaanesh believed that the entity, who created these females, was someone who had intimate experience within his realm, had great power and drew his source of energy from both Chaos and Order.
Slaanesh gazed down. The young man's body once again covered by female flesh and their musical moaning. There were only two entities with the power of creation in his realm currently, and only one of them drew power from Order. The most interesting thing he noticed about these new females was the fact that they were of Daemon kind and had the Order Source flowing in their veins. As the moaning reached a crescendo Slaanesh smiled truly for the first time in existence.
"Malice's time has come." He solemnly thought.