Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Her long purple hair cascaded down, like a bolt of silk cut from the night. Only two short devil horns remained on her forehead, resembling dangerous ornaments deliberately preserved by some foreign nobleman.

She was so beautiful she seemed inhuman.

The eyebrows, the bridge of the nose, the corners of the lips—every curve is excessively precise.

Between her neck and collarbone, several purple cracks remained, inflicted by Lawson. These cracks didn't detract from her beauty; instead, they resembled fine lines on white porcelain, blending fragility and danger together.

A dark gold choker was fastened around her slender neck, the faint glow of imperial gold flowing along the inner ring, adding a humiliating lock to this alluring creation.

This is the wickedness of Slaanesh.

It's not just about wanting something.

It makes people feel that rejection itself is a loss.

Ash Velos clearly knew this.

She slightly raised her chin, her purple-gold eyes gazing at Lawson, a faint smile playing on her lips.

She was waiting for a change in Lawson's expression.

Even if it's just for a moment.

A moment is enough.

Desire never needs a door to be opened.

It only needs a single crack.

However, Lawson looked at her for a few seconds without showing any emotion on his face.

That gaze could hardly be described as appreciation.

Lawson sneered.

"Pets should have the awareness of being pets."

"I will obey your orders 100%."

The keeper's smile faded.

Lawson continued, "Serving tea and water, washing feet and massaging backs are your duties."

On the observation platform, Er Gou coughed again.

San Gou glanced at him.

"Is your voice damaged?"

Er Gou stared down and whispered, "No. I just think it's a bit of a waste for the BOSS."

Inside the testing grounds, the guards' fingers were already clenched tightly.

Lawson acted as if he hadn't seen it.

"Also, please help me find the traitors corrupted by Slaanesh in each sector."

Upon hearing this, the anger on the keeper's face subsided.

She looked intently at Lawson.

"This is what you really want."

"All."

"You want to use me to sniff out sinful believers, noble secret societies, hedonistic cults, depraved officers, corrupt art troupes, and star-speakers and psionicists touched by the pleasure court."

"Yes."

"You also want to use me to study the signals, rituals, summoning habits, and corruption paths of the Slaanesh demons."

"That's right."

The keeper of the secret fell silent.

She began to calculate.

Ten thousand years is a long time.

For ordinary people, this is almost equivalent to the lifespan of civilization.

For the Great Demon, this is not a short time either.

But if she refuses, she might be swallowed up in the next second.

A pet that lasts for ten thousand years sounds like an insult.

But from another perspective, staying by Lawson's side for ten thousand years means being able to observe this subspace catastrophe up close.

Observe how he turns the Chaos Demon into a resource.

Furthermore, we should observe whether his outrageous statement might actually touch upon the possibility of divine intervention.

If Lawson dies, she might be able to escape.

If Lawson fails, she can offer her observations from the past ten thousand years to the Lord of Pleasure.

If Lawson continues to win...

A subtle glint flashed in the eyes of the keeper of secrets.

That would be even more interesting.

Slaanesh's demons crave extreme experiences.

Humiliation itself can also become a kind of twisted feeling.

To be a pet of a mortal is an unbearable humiliation.

It can be the only guardian pet beside a monster that can threaten the gods, which is another kind of uniqueness.

Uniqueness itself is attractive to Slaanesh's creations.

More importantly, she survived.

Only by existing can one have the right to betray, turn the tables, climb higher, and enjoy life.

When the soul dissipates, nothing remains.

The keeper lowered his head and looked at the collar around his neck.

True name oaths can be manipulated with words.

The Devil's Contract can be exploited.

All the high-ranking beings in the Palace of Pleasure know how to hide seven knives in a single oath.

But this ring is a bomb.

A bomb stuck to the soul.

She can deceive language, but she cannot deceive the collar's reaction to malice and disobedience.

Therefore, to survive, one must first truly obey.

Obedience will last at least for ten thousand years.

The keeper of secrets looked up.

"it is good."

Lawson looked at her.

"Have you thought it through?"

The Keeper of Secrets still possessed the pride of a high-ranking demon; even with a collar around its neck, it had not truly become a docile pet.

"I promise, for ten thousand years."

She stared at Lawson.

"But I need to know if you will keep your promise to release me."

Lawson smiled.

"It depends on your performance."

The keeper's eyes darkened.

"Human cunning."

"Does a demon even have the right to say such a thing?"

She paused for a moment, then raised her right hand.

My fingernail scratched my palm.

Purple blood condensed into tiny runes in mid-air.

"I swear by my real name."

"Ash Velos".

"The Keeper of Secrets in the Palace of Pleasure".

"The Blade Bearer of the Mirror of Ten Thousand Fragrances".

"The Whispering Collector of the Seventh Corridor".

"Under the anchor of reality and the restriction of the soul, I offer ten thousand years of obedience to Lawson."

"During this period, obey orders, perform duties, and do not take any initiative that could harm their lives, the military, or core interests."

"If I break this oath, may this name be set ablaze by the collar, may my physical form crumble, and may my soul fall into the hands of the one who holds the chains."

The vow has been fulfilled.

A wisp of purple-gold light rose into the air.

The light was swallowed up by the imperial golden fire on the collar in the next instant.

A new rune lit up on the inside of the collar.

Real name locked.

Ash Velos.

Of course, Lawson didn't really believe the devil's oath.