Emperor's Bane

Chapter 786: Prince of Darkness
There is no place for mortals in the palaces where the Chaos Gods reside.

Even for the Primarch, the situation would not change in the slightest.

Darkness gradually became the only main color in Morgan's eyes, like a broken hall with an overturned brazier. All the brilliance or decadence and madness were swallowed up by the cold and empty nothingness: darkness, like an insatiable monster, wandered endlessly beside the original body and in the distance.

【…】

Morgan didn't care about all this, whether it was the dizzying scene around him, the vague voice of the God of the Warp, or all the light and dust, which disappeared without him noticing: the palace that was so vast beyond imagination disappeared, and as far as he could see, there was only a shadow deeper than the abyss.

There was no glory or decadence, no extreme debauchery or cruelty beyond people's imagination: when the Primarch walked in the palace of the gods, when she broke away from the constraints of the real universe and infinitely approached the essence of the warp, what greeted her was only endless darkness.

Only in the boundless darkness is there a void that can never be filled.

Just like the Prince of Pleasure himself.

There is no joy, no violence, no profanity or meaning of enjoyment.

There is only emptiness, only an empty heart and shadow that can never be filled after prosperity and massacre.

This is the true meaning of Slaanesh.

This is also where He truly resides.

Likewise: this was Morgan's only destination on this trip.

When the Spider Queen felt that she had advanced far enough in the darkness, that she had left the light of reality far enough behind, that she had stepped past the strife and decline of the secular world, and past the empty throne and sword base, she finally stopped.

Six hundred and sixty-six steps.

No more, no less: the sounds of laughter and crying are most intense here.

Arrived.

The Primarch exhaled, and a smile appeared on his lips unconsciously.

She looked to her left and right, only to find that she had been engulfed by the extreme darkness. Even though her five fingers were spread out in front of her eyes, and even though her index finger was touching the tip of her nose, she could only see a vague outline: as if the darkness was clinging tightly to her skin, depriving the Spider Queen of all her tangible senses.

However, those invisible senses, those senses related to the soul and instinct, which were separated from the senses of smell, vision and taste, seemed particularly strong at this moment: just a slight hint of will was revealed in the darkness on one side, and endless ecstasy invaded the Primarch's mind, like a raging storm, which could not be stopped at all.

Before Morgan could react, her body succumbed irresistibly: the muscles and nerves all over her body were unconsciously trembling, curling up, moaning and sweating because of the satisfying pain, and the feeling of ecstasy almost made her kneel on the ground.

Unfortunately... it was almost there.

【whispering sound……】

It was really embarrassing: the last time this happened was when I was facing Emperor Ran Dan.

Taking a deep breath, the Primarch adjusted her state as quickly as possible. She no longer made reckless attempts, but made sure that her body and soul were not further eroded: Morgan stayed where she was, staying in this holy place that was most suitable for the Prince of Pleasure.

She could feel that if she took a few more steps forward, she would inevitably encounter something very bad: the jealousy and greed among the Chaos Gods far exceeded the imagination of mortals, and if she could not obtain the Primarch, the Dark Prince would rather destroy Morgan completely than see her fall into the hands of another brother.

It's a really embarrassing situation: like the final item at an auction.

The Primarch laughed at herself and quietly adjusted her mindset. She didn't waste time on other things, but followed her inner feelings and instincts: listening to the voice that had been quietly echoing in her mind and heart since the moment she was born.

For more than a hundred years, this mysterious voice has never been wrong: from the ruins of Dawn to the battlefield of Randan, from the chamber of Indomitable Truth to the throne of Aurora, from the darkness of Salamas to the glory of Holy Terra, it has been like a steadfast old friend, pointing the way for the Primarch time and time again, and choosing the best one for her among millions of possibilities.

Its choice might not be good for the Empire, the Emperor, or anyone else, but it would definitely be good for Morgan: it had never deceived her. In this world where even the gods, the Emperor, the Empire, and every brother and offspring she knew had deceived or concealed her to some extent, only her own heart would not betray her.

In the heart of the Primarch, in the deepest part of her lucid mind, the Spider Queen could actually vaguely realize where this voice came from: it came from Morgan's destined kingdom and throne, from the authority that even the Chaos Gods had to die equally, and from the most valuable part of her soul.

It's very dangerous.

But this time, the Primarch still followed the direction her heart guided her to.

After listening, Spider Woman did not hesitate any more and quietly turned to the left side of her body, turned to the area between five and six o'clock, turned to the southeast side of the sacred eight-pointed star, turned to the source of every passionate breath behind her in the past hundred years.

There is nothing there.

There was only a maddening scream containing endless pleasure and wild impulse, only the throne named [Ecstasy Perception] was silent, and only six pairs of lavender, narrow eyes with snake pupils flashed the only light in the darkness.

Only the Prince of Darkness
He was looking at her.

Smiling, licking lips, breathing heavily.

He was approaching step by step: although Morgan still could not see anything, her soul was laughing and screaming at her, announcing the latter's arrival in ecstasy and rage. When the burning breath was close enough, the Primarch finally raised one hand.

She snapped her fingers, and golden flames slowly rose from the very tips of her fingertips.

Finally: the Prince of Darkness, who was advancing step by step, stopped temporarily because of this action. He stopped very close. When Morgan finally illuminated the darkness on this side, when she finally saw the emptiness in the depth, she just raised her head slightly, and she could see how huge the body of the Prince of Pleasure was.

Everything about Him is vague.

The essence of the gods cannot be verified and cannot be explored with mortal senses: Morgan's eyes were on Slaanesh, but every time she blinked her eyes or moved her gaze from one place to another, the Spider Queen could clearly feel the loss of memory, and could instinctively perceive that in places she could not see, the essence of the gods switched like flowing water, and all her observations were in vain.

It took the Primarch less than five seconds to realize this hopeless situation. She finally raised her head, gave up observing more details of the form, and instead took a few steps back, looking at the figure in front of her from afar.

How huge.

The gap between gods and mortals was manifested in the most intuitive form at this moment: although Morgan was the Primarch, although she was over three meters tall, and although her figure was enough to make ordinary war engines and even knight mechas pale in comparison, in front of the gods who had revealed a hint of their essence, the Queen of Avalon was still as small as a mortal.

The shadow of Slaanesh loomed over her.

Her body, her soul. The Dark Prince was as huge as a mountain, his true essence looming in the infinite depths beyond the Primarch's sight, while his body filled every inch of the world.

Morgan then realized that what surrounded her before was not darkness, but the Dark Prince's concrete, shimmering tail like a snake: she used it as her temporary lower body, like Medusa or Jörmungandr in the Terran legend.

This snake's tail was longer than the equator of Holy Terra and thicker than the Phalanx. It was carelessly piled up and served as the Atlas Mountains in this area. Following the purple-black scales upwards, the outline of Slaanesh's body was forgotten in Morgan's mind the moment it touched, as if the protective mechanism in the soul was defending Morgan's last spirituality.

But the Primarch was not cowardly. She explored step by step, and with amazing courage she waded through the madness of the gods of the Warp, who were like natural enemies to the creations of the real universe, and finally focused her gaze on the face of the Prince of Pleasure.

She was looking at Slaanesh, and Slaanesh was also looking at her. When Morgan's gaze moved towards Slaanesh's face, Slaanesh's face was also moving towards her: the Prince of Pleasure pressed her body step by step, like a queen lying on her side on the couch, showing off her perfection in front of her most beloved creation.

One step, one step, and another.

At last: the face of Slaanesh appeared in the glow of golden flame.

He was illuminated, and every detail was finally temporarily imprinted in Morgan's mind.

And the Spider Queen also stopped thinking at this moment.

The thoughts that she was so proud of were cut off and swallowed up. They were mercilessly bombarded and trampled by the god's vast size and madness as broad as the Milky Way. She could only resist in vain, without any more wisdom or thinking.

The Spider Queen's brain and heart did not stop. On the contrary, they were running at an unimaginable power, resisting the gaze and erosion of mortal life by a true Chaos God head-on. Compared with the Primarch's experience at this time, all the sufferings encountered by the galaxy were so ridiculous.

The Dark Prince only needs one drop of his own blood to cause a star region to fall in an instant.

And now: Slaanesh poured a full cup in front of Morgan.

Such a great power will surely produce results.

Morgan stood there in a daze. She was like a child deprived of wisdom, staring blankly at everything in front of her. From her hair to her fingertips, everything was as silent as ice, as if all time around her had stopped.

The Primarch did not resist, did not think, and did not even breathe. It was as if she was completely unaware of how dangerous the smile on the Dark Prince's face was. She was also completely unaware that right behind her, Slaanesh's snake-like body was slowly tightening, like a gap in a cage, closing bit by bit.

The Primarch was in danger: perhaps just six seconds of hesitation would make everything worse, irreversible.

But, for the Prince of Darkness.

Six seconds is a long time after all.

The same is true for the Primarch.

+Ah…+
In the boundless space, the Dark Prince's defeated sigh echoed.

The youngest evil god retracted his snake body in annoyance, because the Spider Queen in front of him had returned to normal: even facing the madness of the Chaos God could not make the Queen of Avalon completely give up her resistance.

After being down for about four or five seconds due to the limitations of the mortal body, it let out an angry scream as the golden flames in its palms danced, and the voice in the Primarch's heart whispered, shaking Morgan's frozen soul bit by bit. Along with the Spider Queen's own persistence in freedom, her only remaining, last bit of independent will, the tentacles of Slaanesh finally retracted.

He felt the heat: enough heat to thwart his attack.

This meant that Morgan had come to his senses: the best time had passed.

[What a pity, isn't it? ]

Now, it was the Primarch's turn to smile,

[You almost succeeded? ]

＋Who knows? ＋

Morgan heard no sound of defeat in the Dark Prince's voice.

＋But if this succeeds, I will be a little disappointed. ＋
【…】

Morgan did not respond, because her soul was wailing silently. After being crushed by a god, it was rebuilding like a ruin with difficulty. The Spider Queen had to move the golden flame in her palm closer to her chest and cheek. She narrowed her eyes slightly and used her third eye to feel the outline in front of her.

To see the face of Slaanesh.

【Tsk...】

The Primarch frowned.

[Do you have any unspeakable obsession with my genetic father? ]

【Using his face? I don’t see anything positive in that.】

＋Don't use your mind to explore the nature and thoughts of gods, little one.＋
＋Unless you sit in this position.＋
The voice of Slaanesh was sometimes far and sometimes near, sounding like both a man and a woman, both an old man and a child, both a pure saint and an evil sinner, like the most important person in Morgan's consciousness, and also like the accent that she most wanted to forget in her subconscious.

Well, Jonson and Heydrich: it is hard to imagine their voices becoming one.

【…】

The Primarch was silent for a moment.

【What do you want to talk to me about? 】

＋Some...interesting things. ＋
The Dark Prince was smiling, and His voice and tone were so alluring that even Morgan couldn't think of any reason to refuse.

[For example? 】

＋For example…＋
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＋Aren't you curious about the only way to be free? ＋
(End of this chapter)