Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Nepenora pricked up her ears and listened, walking slowly, trying to rise above the noise of her own heartbeat. After walking for a while, she pressed her ear against the wall and listened with bated breath.

However, there was nothing.

She told herself that those sounds were not caused by her thoughts, she had indeed heard some sounds before. She put her left hand against the wall, panting, and the reason she didn't lean her back against the wall was because she had two slender double swords on her back and a dagger coated with poison hanging on her waist.

Potions, poisons and curses can cause great pain to fragile people, but to her, this is nothing. She, Nepenora, is the Witch of Death and a high-ranking priest of the Cult of Cain, responsible for guarding Cain's secrets.

When a gap appeared in the defense system of Gorond, she followed Hellebron and fought her way into Gorond. At the beginning, it was very smooth. The northerners who tried to resist with shields looked like a group of defenseless children to her, and the beastmen were a group of lambs to be slaughtered. But as they went deeper, things changed.

A group of Khorne warbands, wearing heavy armor and holding sharp axes, rushed out and dispersed her.

After catching her breath, she began to retrace her steps, to rejoin the witches, to rejoin Hellebron, counting her steps as she tried to find her way back, and as a defense against the whispers in her ears.

"Come, learn to rejoice, little one. See our beauty, and know our place in the world. See the power and beauty and knowledge He has given us, and the joy...ah..."

"Come, come to us, have... have love, have to be loved..."

When Nepenora came to her senses, she had stopped walking, her hands hanging at her sides, and the tears on her face ruined her eyeshadow. She took a deep breath and put Kane's image in her heart. Kane's image swayed in those temptations, and she herself trembled in those temptations, but she still held on firmly.

She wiped the tears from her face and reached out to touch the wall again. At this moment, the wall gave her an unprecedented sense of security. She took a deep breath and continued to move forward. Laughter echoed in the passage, both in front and behind, but she continued to move forward.

"Kane no longer loves you... Just now, He gave up on you and did not lend you a helping hand."

Nepenora stopped again and this time drew the two swords behind her back. She could sense that this time it was a voice, a real voice, not a thought that penetrated her consciousness.

"How could Kane love a twisted, broken little thing?"

Although the words were full of cruelty, the voice itself was perfect, low and seductive, irresistible, and even everything seemed so reasonable.

"We can tell you how to make Kane fall in love with you again."

Another voice appeared, seeming to come from behind Nepenora, and she turned suddenly and swung her knife blindly.

"You actually already know how to make Kane change his mind, right?"

The first sound rang out again, and Nepenora turned again, this time lunging forward. In the instant of the attack, all her previous grace was gone, and she lost contact with the wall and stumbled to the left, stopping only when she hit the wall.

“You just have to say His name…”

The third voice appeared, and Nepenola felt incredible because this voice appeared above her head. She swung the knife upwards, but this time, like the previous two times, she swung in the air, and nothing appeared there.

Laughter rang out again all around, echoing back and forth in the passage.

“Speak His name, speak His name, His name…”

"Kane!"

Nepenola screamed hysterically, holding both swords ready at the same time.

"Slaanesh..." A hissing whisper came from the front.

"Joy..." came from above.

"Surrender..." came from behind.

"Never!"

Nepenora whispered, and she stumbled forward in a battle mode. She slowly mastered the rhythm of the injured, and her speed gradually increased. Finally, she ran. She jumped and easily crossed the deep pit. As she flew over, she glanced down, but there was nothing there. Whatever those beings were, they were not below.

She tried her best. She was injured before, and she fell. The moment she landed, she fell to the ground, but she didn't lie on the ground, but immediately got up from the ground. However, she couldn't run anymore. The previous series of actions tore the wounds she had in the battle with the warband. She held on to the wall, panting, and walked slowly, trying to make herself cautious and focused, to make herself ignore the continuous whispers that slipped into her ears and distorted her mind.

Something in front of her moved vaguely, and at the moment it moved, she vaguely caught a pair of pale and smooth limbs sliding into the corner? A sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth, and then she approached the fork carefully.

Despite her caution, the walls around her still echoed back her slow breathing. However, she knew she was right because she heard the sound of shells rubbing against rocks ahead.

When she gritted her teeth and slid out, two new passages stared at her like the eyes of the Prince of Darkness, beckoning her with temptation and judgment, offering her a choice.

The right passage brings a breeze, with the promise of a path to the surface: freedom, life. The left passage leads to death, or carnival-like surrender.

She paused at the fork in the road and breathed slowly, opening her mouth to let the air touch the roof of her mouth. She could smell...something in the air? A musk, a scent. Faint but hard to miss, the scent of life, and she smiled, breathing in the air so deeply that she could almost feel it spreading from her lungs to her body, bringing her an intoxicating tingling sensation.

Laughter came out of her mouth, but soon stopped abruptly, her eyes suddenly widened, revealing a look of fear. She immediately understood the truth, and hurriedly grabbed the blood-stained scarf hanging on her belt with her sword hand. She covered her mouth and nose with the scarf, holding her breath until the scarf was fixed before exhaling air.

"Stupid, stupid." She knew poisons and anesthetics well, and knew the smell and taste of musk and its effects, and she cursed herself under her breath.

"Yes."

Hearing the sound, Nepenora jumped back, away from the fork in the passage. The moment she jumped away, a beautiful figure appeared in her sight. The vivid green eyes, revealing innocent joy, were full of attraction, pulling her closer to this existence involuntarily. The figure had honey-brown skin, and a head of black curly hair fell casually and seductively, covering her eyebrows, as if deliberately outlining temptation.

So beautiful, so greedy, so perfect.

"For Kane, close your eyes."

Nepenora whispered this reminder to herself, closing her eyes before launching an attack, slashing towards where she last saw the succubus maiden, swinging her blade in a wide arc to prevent the monster from moving.

The monster didn't move, or didn't move far enough.

She knew she had hit the target this time, and a scream rang out. Hot liquid splashed on her hands and arms. The sense of glory of having her flawless flesh cut open by the blade filled her with fighting spirit.

She opened her eyes and saw her opponent clearly. Her attack cut the monster's abdomen open, and the pain caused the monster to lose its disguise.

The monster revealed its true face, claws, fangs, and an impossibly large mouth, a tuft of unkempt hair that stood up like a mane, eyes that were unnaturally large, black and merciless, revealing complete madness. Its skin was entangled with moving tattoos, twisting and moving in the darkness, trying to attract the elf's attention and confuse it.

However, Nepenora avoided these strange patterns and only observed with her peripheral vision. When the succubus maid's sharp claws attacked her, she quickly swung her knife to block it, stabbing the blade deep into the inside of the monster's elbow, causing it to bleed and howl sharply again.

She swung the blade back, aiming for the unprotected throat of the succubus, but at that moment, she felt an onslaught of senses, touch, smell, and an indescribable sense of her own insignificance, as if the substance of countless failures and imperfections were pressing down on her shoulders.

The elf's attack was therefore slowed down and was dodged by the succubus maid. At the same time, its arm with black curved claws swung, grabbing Nepenora's upper arm, and tearing the elf's cheek along the arm, leaving blood everywhere.

Nepenora let out an angry and painful roar, filled with blood, anger, and shame. Her mind almost collapsed, unable to withstand the heavy blow to her senses, but her body, which had been trained for decades, did not stop, and the instinct of fighting replaced thinking.

She leaped up, stepped on the succubus maid's knee, leaped up with force, and chopped down with all her might with the blade.

The succubus maid's arm was chopped off at the shoulder and fell to the ground in the passage.

She flipped backwards to create some distance, staggered when she landed, and almost fell, but she finally supported her body, assumed a fighting stance, and did not let herself fall.

The succubus screamed, this time it was a scream of pure pain, a scream that did not interfere with or confuse the elf's senses. As the sound shook the surrounding walls, it turned and fled into the passage, leaving behind a broken arm and dripping dirty blood.

The wounds on her cheeks and shoulders were bleeding like a fountain. Nepenora chased after him desperately like a madman, but the pain was no match for her anger and desire for revenge.

The pursuit continued, she followed the bloody trails on the walls and the ground, while her own blood also left a trail. The silk scarf she had worn on her face was torn by the claws, and the blood slid down her bare skin, staining her chest red, seemingly endlessly. But she ignored it all, the ecstasy of battle and the joy of victory boiling in her veins, and every drop of lost blood turned into anger and a surge of pleasure for the next battle.

However, her pace gradually slowed down. She knew she was injured, and even though the monster was injured, it was still very fast, and she could not catch up with it. She should rest, recover her strength, and then follow the occasional fresh air to find a way back to the surface and reunite with the witch spirits.

There is no way to win, you should run away and save your life, until you die in shame many years later with a scar on your face.

Nepenora snarled at these foreign, false thoughts and tried to quicken her pace, but she felt like she was running on sand.

The slope of the passage began to rise, and the roar in her ears was far more than just panting and heartbeats. A cold wind hit her face and blew her hair, with a wet and salty smell in the wind. However, it was not only the slope and wind that slowed her down, but a kind of pressure and pressure, which slowed down her pace and beat on her heart: stop, rest, sit down, and treat the wound.

After a moment, she adjusted her pace, trudging wearily with her head down, and the succubus maid she was chasing had long since disappeared. Should she really stop to rest? Why not? What harm would it do?

The last thought made her suddenly alert. She sneered, then stopped, closed her eyes, and let the darkness surround her. She tried not to think, and let her body perceive everything around her instead of her fragile and easily manipulated mind and senses.

Thirst, very thirsty, tired, want to eat, and also need to treat the wound.

She felt exhausted, so exhausted that she wasn't sure if the thought was her own or an external temptation. She recalled the path she had taken, the deep pit she had crossed, the narrow crack, the fork in the passage and its potential ambush point.

She wanted to leave here and find a way out.

"Hi……"

A voice brought Nepenola back to reality from his thoughts.

"Die, pale and broken being, because you cannot live. Die now and put an end to it all. The pain... the torture... you will never be good enough again, you will never be worthy of Kane's love again. Die, little one. Die now."

The figure's perfect face twisted in sorrow and it dropped its hand from the elf's cheek as it whispered.

A sob erupted from Nepenora's chest, the sound of her heart breaking into pieces that could never be repaired, and she swayed forward on her knees, her center of gravity shattering. The salt in her tears burned the gaping wounds, and the clear pain sent a warning that made her suddenly sober.

"What?" She looked at the figure again and tried to speak.

The succubus maid screamed at the elf and stabbed at Nepenora with her sharp claws.

The elf parried with her forearm, an instinctive defensive action that did not require a mind that was in pain, confused, and morbid to think about. The succubus thrust again, and she parried again. Her consciousness gradually became clear, struggling to free herself from the web of self-loathing and self-doubt.

"No, no, you can't have me," she growled.

"Go to hell!" The succubus maid let out a crazy and shrill laugh, piercing Nepenola's eardrums.

"Die?" Nepenora pounced on the succubus maiden and wrapped her arms around the monster tightly. She roared and bit the monster's throat, tearing off a piece of flesh. The monster's body fluids poured into her mouth and splashed all over her face.

The succubus maid tried to scream, but no sound came out. She tried to struggle...

"You die first!" Nepenola pulled out a dagger and stabbed it hard into the monster's neck.

The succubus maid stopped screaming and only made inarticulate whimpers. Red light burst out from the dagger and spread rapidly along its blood vessels and arteries, faster than thoughts.

"Destruction ends destruction, life does not remain with me, life does not return where I pass, burn the blood of chaos! Praise Cain!"

Nepenora drew out her dagger, released the monster's body, and looked at the monster's corpse. She endured the pain of the wound, her body trembling with adrenaline, fear, and anger, and her heart was filled with the desire for blood and the joy of killing.

"Two more!"

As she walked and whispered, she knew there were two more, two monsters whispering and sighing in the darkness, two enemies whose beauty would never be destroyed like hers, whose bodies would never fail due to lack of water, food or injury. Two enemies who had the highest loyalty to their master and would never be questioned.

"Say His name, surrender, say His name ..."

"Kane!"

As she walked, the voice in her head beat like her pulse, relentlessly, and when she could bear it no longer, she would whisper a trembling reply, only to receive a sly, dismissive laugh from the other side, the enemy driving her in the darkness, always far away, forever out of reach.

"Will Kane make you beautiful?"

"Will Kane give you happiness you never imagined?"

"Speak His name."

Nepenora knelt on the ground, her hands tightly covering her mouth, and her right hand pressed hard on the scabbed wound on her face. When the wound broke, the stench of corruption and hot pus seeped into her palm, making her feel sick and almost nauseous. She frantically called the name of the God of Murder in her heart, while her mouth and tongue were forming the name of the God of Pleasure. "Kane can't help you."

"Kane doesn't care about you."

“Say His name!”

"speak out!"

"speak out!"

Suddenly, Nepenora smelled the musk again, and she stuffed her injured finger into her mouth and bit it down hard, turning the urge to open her mouth into a sharp pain. But she still couldn't resist the strange taste, and the feeling of happiness began to erode her broken will, numbing the pain in her hands, face, shoulders and ribs.

She held her breath and pulled her fingers out of her mouth. She quietly drew her weapon from its sheath and slowly stood up.

"Surrender."

"join us……"

"Dream, my love."

“Breathe and say His name.”

Nepenora's lungs burned like fire, but she didn't dare to breathe. She held the hilt of the knife tightly with one hand and covered her mouth tightly with the other. The next second, she moved, she caught the monster's position, she squinted her eyes, swung the weapon, and cut open the monster's belly.

The succubus maiden was unable to even utter a moan before she realized she was dying, and her charming disguise disappeared in an instant.

Nepenora clearly saw the monster's ugly true body and the foul-smelling intestines pouring out of its ripped stomach. The observation lasted only half a second before a whistling sound of wind came and the sharp claws of another succubus maid hit her back and pierced her shoulder blade. The burning pain made her gasp.

She tried to get out of the monster's reach, but the monster, with its longer arms, was faster than her. Her boots were pierced, and the monster's sharp claws scratched her calves. She screamed in pain and fell to the ground.

When her face was about to touch the ground, she felt her body being caught. The succubus maid hugged her and held her in her arms like a child.

Nepenora looked into the monster's face, perfect, cold, and hot, those eyes almost made her willing to sink.

"Say His name, little one, offer everything you have to the Lord of Pleasure, and I may spare your life." The succubus maid whispered while stroking Nepenora's hair.

"I am Kane's bride!"

Nepenola spoke, thrusting out his dagger at the same time.

The succubus maid slapped her weapon away, and the dagger tinkled and rolled to the ground. She looked at the dagger, and watched it roll to the side of another dead succubus maid, and a terrible sadness flashed across its face.

"I'm sorry." Tears stung Nepenora's eyes, shame choked her throat. She whispered to the gorgeous creature holding her, and to the succubus maid she had killed earlier.

"I'm so sorry." She sobbed, her face buried in the succubus' shoulder, breathing in the addictive musky scent of the monster's skin between sobs. Shame welled up in her, knowing she could never be as perfect, loyal, and skilled as this creature.

"Tell me His name, who is the one you love most?" the succubus maid ordered again in a low voice.

"Kane."

Nepenora responded pleadingly as the succubus maid's claws gently scratched across her uninjured cheek and moved towards her throat.

"Kane!"

She knew this was the last time she would speak in her life, so she put all her heart and soul into it.

"No, my little one, it's not Cain. Who is it? Take a deep breath and tell me, say His name." The succubus maid corrected, pressing with a little force with her claws without piercing the skin.

"I am not worthy, not worthy of you, not worthy of any of Them." The succubus maid's skin exuded a fragrance that was more intoxicating than musk. Nepenora buried her face in it and cried.

"You are indeed unworthy until you speak His name. Who do you love? Who is the one you love most?"

The name was there, on Nepenora's tongue, bubbling like a bubble, warm as blood. Her heart began to draw toward Him, her soul longed to speak to Him.

"Lord of Pleasure."

More tears streamed down her cheeks, and the succubus maid comforted her like a baby.

“Say His name.”

She could feel the succubus drinking her despair like fine wine, the monster's slender body trembling slightly, enjoying her pain. The monster tightened its embrace, cutting off her breathing, and the wound on her shoulder burned again like a raging fire.

"Ok?"

The musky scent emanating from the skin became stronger as the succubus maid continued to taste and inhale it. It hummed softly and squeezed hard again, causing severe pain and making the elf let out a hoarse and intermittent moan.

The pain intensified, and Nepenora wanted to give up, to give up resistance, to submit to the monster and its orders.

“Say His name.”

“Say His name.”

"You will know the bliss of the Lord of Pleasure and His followers."

"Let me go..." Nepenora's ribs creaked in the embrace of the succubus maiden, and she struggled, "Let me go, let me breathe, and I will tell you everything you want."

"Are you lying, little one?" The succubus maid leaned back slightly and looked directly into Nepenora's face.

Nepenola shook her head and said nothing.

"Pleasure and power, immortality and beauty await you, and all pain will be transformed into pleasure. All you need do is betray Khaine and give yourself to Him. Offer your heart to the Prince of Darkness and speak His name."

"I will, I will."

Nepenora murmured in a low voice. She was now broken and scarred. She just wanted everything to end. She was too tired...

The succubus maid hugged Nepenora tightly to her chest, ripped the weapon off the elf's back, and threw it into the darkness with force. The elf flew far beyond the elf's reach and disappeared into the dark depths of the passage with a crisp crash. It placed the elf on the ground.

“Say His name.”

At this moment, the succubus maid's face was twisted with excitement, but still beautiful and flawless. In comparison, Nepenora felt like a worm.

Everything the Succubus Maiden had was exactly what she had expected from her faith in Cain but had never had.

The Succubus Handmaiden is everything, and Slaanesh makes it everything.

The Succubus Handmaiden is the perfect embodiment of the Dark Prince's will.

All Nepenola had to do was surrender and say that name, and he would get everything.

Her legs gave way and she fell to her knees on the stone floor, as if in worship. Perhaps, it was worship, but her fingers scratched the ground, searching for something, until she found it, while her eyes were fixed on the succubus maiden.

"Say His name, say His name. Fall, be born again, love and be loved. Say it, say it!"

The succubus maid tilted her head, as agile as a bird, and raised her elegant, slender hands in front of her body.

The name pulsed in Nepenora's blood, echoed in her heart, her mind, and flowed over her skin like the touch of a lover. The name ate away at the last remnants of her will, devoured her faith in Kain, her god, her Lord.

Slaanesh.

Slaanesh.

Slaanesh.

Nepenora's faith hung on a thread, a fragile thread woven from habit, potions, loyalty, and decades of devout worship. Her body trembled slightly, and her feet, as if pulled by an invisible force, stepped forward mechanically, beginning the ritual sword dance.

The succubus maid sang softly, her voice like a thread soaked in venom, entwining every inch of the air and emitting an irresistible temptation.

This power surged towards Nepenora like a tide, pulling the last thread of faith bit by bit until it broke. A name surged in her stomach, and an ancient and dangerous power surged in her body, rushing to her chest, as if a hot flame ignited her heart. It was a sweet and burning feeling, and she suddenly found that she actually liked this kind of pain, and even desired more.

This force rushed to the throat, and the last remnants of faith began to crumble...

Nepenora opened her mouth, ready to speak, a sound that would be a betrayal of faith and a surrender to temptation.

The succubus maid sensed that victory was imminent, and she screamed out an excited laugh that echoed in the empty passage.

However, at that moment, an indescribable determination ignited in Nepenora's eyes. She roared, stretched out her hand to grab her tongue, and cut it off with a dagger without hesitation. Blood gushed out of her mouth like a fountain, and the strong smell of rust filled her entire mouth. The tearing pain rushed from her throat to her brain and exploded. Her face was distorted by the pain, but it revealed a cruel determination.

The succubus maid was stunned at first, then she let out a shrill laugh, ecstatic at the painful scene before her, intoxicated by Nepenola's violent struggle, and trembling with ecstasy. The enchanting light suddenly dissipated at this moment, her flawless face was instantly distorted, her skin became gray and rough, and her hands turned into monster claws covered with sharp claws.

Nepenora used all her strength to throw the severed tongue at the succubus maid, and then pounced on her like a beast. She hit the succubus maid's chest with all her strength, and pressed her whole body on it. The dagger quickly pierced the monster's shoulder, pulled it out, and pierced the chest and neck again. Each stab was filled with rage and despair, with redemption for herself and a curse on the monster.

The succubus screamed in pain, and her claws tore at Nepenora's back, tearing the scabbard, straps, and flesh together, and even cutting the muscles. Blood splattered, but Nepenora did not retreat. Instead, she used all her strength to suppress it, as if she was riding on a madly struggling warhorse. Every time the dagger stabbed, it was with an unyielding will.

Blood flowed out from the succubus maid's body and Nepenora's chest, gradually interweaving the two into a bloody mess.

The succubus maid fell backwards and struggled to shake off the elf, but Nepenora was like a leech attached to her bones, holding her down tightly and stabbing her with the dagger again and again, with the determination to destroy everything.

When the monster's screams gradually weakened, and finally stopped completely, and its body stopped twitching, Nepenora still did not stop. The dagger stabbed again and again until it could no longer penetrate anything that was still alive. In the pool of blood, her movements gradually slowed down, with a kind of mechanical stubbornness.

The magic glow dissipated, and the enchanting whispers fell silent, leaving only the sweet smell of blood and her low sobs in the air.

Tears and blood slid down her cheeks and dripped onto the cracked dagger. Her body was covered with scars, with more than a dozen wounds, and the blood and saliva that flowed from her mouth mixed together and fell on the broken ground. She trembled like an abandoned body, and finally collapsed on the destroyed monster. Her chest rose and fell violently, as if she wanted to squeeze out the last bit of strength. Her eyes were blurred by pain and fatigue, but they still burned with a tenacious light.

"Kane."

She called out silently in her heart, her mouth could no longer make a sound, but her will had not been extinguished.

"Nepenola?"

Time seemed to stand still in the darkness. No one knew how much time had passed. Following a hazy call, Nepenola, who was lying on the ground dying, opened his bloodshot eyes.

In the darkness in the distance, a vague figure appeared, and then the shadow began to distort. The figure shuttled back and forth at an unsettling speed, as if it merged with the darkness. The next second, the figure suddenly appeared in front of her like a dark blade.

It was a figure wearing a dark cloak, with the hood hanging low, covering half of the face. The cloak hung down, covering most of the body, only the right hand was exposed, holding a half-meter long, strangely shaped weapon. The weapon was shaped like a machete, but with some ominous curves, and the blade was shining coldly, like an abyss that swallowed light, not in this world, but in another dimension.

Nepenora had never seen such a weapon, but her fighting instincts told her that the figure so close was suffocatingly dangerous.

"Nepenola?"

The figure stood for a moment, then slowly squatted down, and the deep voice sounded again, his eyes staring directly at the dying Death Witch. There was a hint of hesitation and exploration in his voice, as if he was confirming, or sighing.

"Nice to meet you. Let me introduce myself. My name is Ryan, Ryan Takia. Why are you here? I wasted a lot of time looking for you. I really want to know what happened, but... I still have a mission, and you, it seems, can't speak? So..."

The figure took a step back and introduced himself. After the introduction, the terrible weapon moved, and the flashing blade cut through the dimensions and pierced the darkness.

"Goodbye, Nepenora the Tongueless." (End of this chapter)