Thinking about Syll'Esske...
Date Night 2: Double Date

If Cain had a bottle of Amasec for every time he was dragged kicking and screaming into the Warp maybe he would not be practically shitting himself right now. Unluckily he could not put off visiting the House of Rememberance forever lest Emeli grow suspicious or, arguably worse for a Slanneshi daemon, bored. Thus he finds himself sitting at a tea table across a bald giant and daemonette by the side of Emeli. He knew there was no way out of this den of madness, the only way to survive intact was unfortunately to play along.

"So... Emeli sweetest..." He began, doing his best to keep the fearful tremors from reaching his voice. "Who are your... friends here?"

Emeli clapped her clawed hands together with a cheerful smile. "Why I am so glad you asked dear! Allow me to introduce my very special colleague-"

"Syll'Esske, pleasure to be acquainted Caiphas Cain, after all it is so rare we get to engage with kindred spirits!" The duo opposite him said at once in sonorous voices aligned with such perfect unison one could not tell who contributed what.

"Kindred spirits?" He asked, making the mistake of having a tiny sip of tea which suddenly made every colour more vivid.

"Why of course I mean those rare few who understand the power of true love!" Syll'Esske, who Caiphas had to guess was the name of both of them, declared triumphantly. The giant taking the smaller daemonette in his hands and lifting her up above his head, each with enormous expressions of utter joy and adoration.

"Really their tale is quite famous in the realm of the Dark Prince, a true symbiotic relationship between Daemon and Ascended Mortal held together with truest love! Isn't it just so romantic!" Emeli gushed, similarly wrapping Cain in a crushing embrace.

Trying to keep his heart rate down from the cocktail of drugs he had ingested unwittingly Cain decided to engage in small talk until the gathered Daemons would agree to let him go home. "That does sound nice, how did you two meet anyway?"

The Daemonette sighed dreamily lounging over her lover's broad shoulder. "I was a Herald of Slannesh, Syll Lewdtongue, and had raised thousands of champions to greatness with my guidance. He, Esske, was a war-slave in the gladiatorial pits of Slannesh who I had taken a liking to, with my aid he quickly rose in skill, victories and favour!"

Before Cain could muse much more how fitting the Daemonette's name was her lover continued with a deep, honeyed baritone. "But her rivals grew jealous and saw her attachment to her champions as unnatural. They conspired to strip her of her power and form, leaving her a mindless soul grinder..."

"The silly fool fought to save me, and through great sacrifice he did, right as a great Khornate war-host swept through the Gardens of Slannesh. We fought together as one body, slaying three bloodthirsters before the Dark Prince's throne!" Syll picked up immediately, caught in a rapturous enthusiasm recounting the pair's feats.

"Seeing our devotion I was immediately elevated and she granted far more power than an ordinary Herald. So impressed was she that we were bonded in soul never to be separated again!" Esske concluded. "But still though they have been cowed by our blades our rivals still mock us in their secret places, unable in their jealousy to see the true value of purest love..."

"Which is why we were so so so excited to learn about you adorable love birds!" Syll chimed in. "It's a shame there's a strange film covering his soul though, that would make soul bonding hard..."

Emeli hissed protectively as Cain flinched at the suggestion. "HE IS TO CARVE HIS OWN PATH TO ASCENSION WITH HIS OWN GREATNESS! I WOULD NOT ROB HIM OF HIS GLORY!"

"But of course! That's why you interest us so!" Syll'Esske backed off, hands in the air. "Love has countless different forms, but each as beautiful as the last!"

Only then had Cain noticed somewhere along the way his hand found its way curled up with Emeli's own. Despite the elated look on the Daemon Princess's face saying otherwise he told himself it was probably Emeli's idea. The alternative idea made his organs move strangely.

"That is a truly lovely story. I take it though you have business to discuss with us?" Cain spoke with cautious words, hoping to quickly get out into sane real-space with all parties satisfied enough not to gut him. He was glad they weren't going to try to soul bond him with Emeli of course, she would instantly find out the depth of his fraud if they did, but surely they wanted more than to show off their relationship right?

At this all three Daemons in the room laughed making Cain chuckle nervously. He was so dead wasn't he.

"Oh that's my Caiphas, mind always on work~" Emeli giggled teasingly. "But relax~ The business of Slannesh is pleasure after all~"

"Your lover was so eager to extoll your virtues that we just had to have a taste!" Syll'Esske said with hungry eyes and twinned voices. "If you are ready of course."

Caiphas could not bring himself to care anymore, deciding it wasn't the worst way he could die he quickly downed the rest of his spiked tea. "Fragg it, I've had a long day chasing a little monster around the Palace, let's do this."

Cain emerged besides the statue of Emeli that was now wearing an expression much more smug than he remembered it last. He had a pounding headache, every part of his body ached, he felt like he couldn't walk straight but he was alive and in one piece. Dragging himself to his feet and wiping off the last of some questionable substance from his collar he hoarsely called for aid through his personal Vox caster.

"Bring me a double dose of Panacea stat! And a lot of water and a few ice packs..."

Soon a bemused Jurgan and Krystabel entered the room carrying the requested material.

"I take it you had a successful date?" Krystabel asked suggestively, looking him up and down with waggling eyebrows. Cain noticed then his pants were on backwards and his shirt buttons were in the wrong holes.

"...You have no idea..." He half grumbled as Jurgen injected him with the miracle drug. He was already feeling broken bones starting to knit together.

"Oh I think I have a pretty good idea sir." Jurgen chortled.

Staring at his aide with abject shock Cain stammered out. "Et tu Jurgen?"