Far away, on a world entrapped in the Eye of Terror, a raven haired Aeldari woman stopped walking.

She stood on the remains of one of the tall buildings, tiptoeing on the very corner of the roof, balancing expertly upon the ledge. Her form was muscular but lithe, the perfect balance between grace and power. In her right hand was a single dagger, and her left carried the severed head of one of the smaller monsters that had remained here until this day.

She looked up into the sky, still covered by pink-purple clouds, before tossing the head off the side; sending it hurtling into the abyss of the daemon world.

"You died." She said to nobody. It had been decades since she had last spoken. There were only the insane and their nightmares on this planet. Every word uttered by them was either meaningless or a trap meant to enrapture the unenlightened and ignorant.

Kyrazis's sister sat down on the ledge of the building, kicking her feet like a bored child.

She had died the day this all started. The only thing that held her here was her brother's life. With him gone, there was nothing to hold her back, and she had already seen what awaited them all in the afterlife.

"With every pain there is a pleasure. With every pleasure there is a pain."

It was as simple as Newton's third law of physics. Nothing could only birth nothing. Therefore, the depth of despair had to be matched by the height of hope, so they would fill each other and balance both of them out.

The Aeldari Empire had been built from the nothingness of the immaterium, yet it ruled over everything for tens of thousands of years. Thus, if the laws of the universe could not destroy it, the laws of the immaterium would have to consume it.

That was Hir view of the Fall. A galactic comeuppance and a restoration of how everything was supposed to be. But, if all things equated each other out, there would be nothing but a flat void that would bring eternal boredom.

The god that brought about this Truth was powered by emotion as everything else in that realm was. Thus, it would have to be the excess of all things, so the pit and mountain would be equally infinite and constantly moving.

"That is the Truth." She muttered to herself, as another chorus of screams erupted from somewhere in the city.

They, the Aeldari, had lived thousands of years in paradise. Now, they would live an equal amount in pain before being submerged in pleasure once again to fuel Hir with their thoughts and feelings so Hir message could be spread across the stars.

Mortal minds would never understand Hir and Hir and ilk, nor would they accept her. But, their ignorance would not be suffered by them. They brought the Truth of the world to enlighten all with the reality they turned their eyes away from.

She smiled to herself. All of that knowledge was gleaned from the belly of the beast that professed it. There was no way that it was unbiased, and no guarantee it was true.

In the end, it didn't matter. She killed these Daemonettes of Slaanesh because they were the most enjoyable game on this planet, and there wasn't much else to do here. Food and drink were unnecessary for her, for every kill empowered her body far more than any elixir, and the fighting and killing was more intoxicating than any drug imaginable.

She enjoyed herself because she wanted to, and there was no other reason necessary to do what she did. If that was the path that all creatures eventually walked upon, unhindered by all physical, emotional, and moral restraints, then maybe that was the unavoidable Truth of all things; the natural state of how all the creatures in the galaxy eventually deteriorated towards, a mental entropy that dragged culture and civilization towards the Prince of Pleasure like the gravitational fields of a black hole.

A sigh escaped her lips. She had slipped into uncharacteristic monologue and introspection. Things were a lot simpler for her most of the time, but with her brother dead, it was now her turn to be the one under the knife.

All the daemons she killed weren't dead. They waited in the Warp for her to fall into their hands. Her soul would be defenseless against them, for she knew only how to fight with her body. Every torture and humiliation she inflicted upon them would be inflicted on her, before she was returned to the intestinal walls of Slaanesh.

She could see it whenever she closed her eyes; walls of writhing flesh covered in long tentacle like villi that swarmed over her body. For now, they merely held her in place, for she was not yet fully dead.

The moment she released her grip on the materium they would strangle and sodomize her before tearing her apart and melting what was left in digestive acids only to be reconstituted and regurgitated by Slaanesh and given to the hundreds of daemons that she had killed.

That was the fate that awaited her, and the price for the knowledge and enlightenment that kept her sane in this mad world of nightmares and daemons.

Her brother would fall into the same depraved dimension, and no doubt Slaanesh and Hir daemons planned to use him and her against each other. Whether it was to force one to watch as the other was defiled and tortured, to make them tear each other apart with lies and false memories, or create an elaborate act where the two of them were just insignificant extras to the main event of someone else's miseries and mirths; a shaming for the both of them who had been the main characters of their own stories.

As she kicked her feet, sitting on the edge of the building and waiting for her body to collapse like a doll with its strings cut, a strange feeling rose up in her.

Her brother was dead, but she was not dying. She didn't sense him in the Prince of Pleasure's domain either. Something had taken him, and was holding her here, stopping her from falling into the immaterium.

"What's the point?" She muttered to herself. Her brother might be saved, but her soul was already embedded in the intestinal walls of Slaanesh. Unless whatever held her here could tear open that god and pluck her out from Hir intestines, this was just a stalling tactic. Eventually, she would be left alone in the Warp with nobody but the daemons and Slaanesh to keep her company.

She sent a tinge of annoyance to whatever held her. Her brother was not tainted by Slaanesh, so he could be saved. She, however, accepted the Truth of Slaanesh. Even though her afterlife would be painful, it was what was meant to happen. She only slew Hir daemons because their arrogance annoyed her, and it was just so much fun to watch their proud faces twist as they realized they were being bested by a mortal.

"Domination over those who would dominate. Is that not the perfect excess of power?" Her words made the thing holding her pause. It was bemused, disgusted, and uncertain of what to do; like a mother whose child had just brought in a frog or snail they had caught and was showing it to them proudly.

"Fine." She said, standing up as she dusted herself off. "If you don't want me to die just yet, I'll enjoy myself with the time you've given me."

She did not want to die, merely accepted she would do so someday and would suffer eternally when she did so. But, if the being that held her didn't want her to, she would oblige it.

It had been a while since her last kill, and she was starting to feel peckish.