How ?! How had he done this ?!
The entire time they'd been talking, Adrien had been casting a curse on Cain through the mirror, one that should have had his body shrivel and die under the strain of a hundred different plagues. The curse's power had been diminished by the wards placed on his armor by the disciples of the Changing God, yes, but what remained should've been more than enough to kill him !
And yet, he hadn't even appeared to notice. Clearly Adrien had underestimated him, despite the warnings he had received. One of the other Dark Gods must have protected him somehow, either by strengthening his body or simply blocking the curse completely, he didn't know.
Nurgle: How Dare You!
Tzeentch: I didn't do shit, you living septic tank!
Nurgle: And you?
Slaanesh: ...Sorry, I was to busy drinking wine and eating some fine cheeses. What are we discussing again?
Nurgle: Who Blocked The Curse!?
Khorne: Quit whining like a sniveling whelp. If you want to win then send one of your daemons to help that sorcerer of yours. Throwing a fit just means you waste everyone's time.
Nurgle: Fine! I will! But I'll remember all of this! When I find out who did it, You'll pay! *Leaves angrily*
Tzeentch: Khorne... You're the one who's fucking with him aren't you?
Khorne: ...I may not have a lot of personal beef with him, but using something as cheap as a Curse to kill Cain just didn't sit right with me. If he's going to kill him, he should do it like a proper Warlord.
Slaanesh: ...Emilia must be affecting me more than I thought, because I almost kissed you just now.
Khorne: ...And Cain's affecting me because I would've actually considered letting you for a moment before dismissing it.
Tzeentch: It's always nice to see you two getting along.
Khorne and Slaanesh: Shut up, you shit stirer!