Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

＋Morgan, my lovely little spider.＋

+Have you ever thought about this question in your vicious heart? +

+ Your father, your creator and destroyer, the hub connecting your and my dreams: What means does he have? What ambitions does he have? What belief in victory does he have, so arrogant that he dares to declare war on the gods of the world and dares to disrupt the music written by fate himself? +

＋Even the master of the Crystal Maze would never dare to overstep his authority like this.＋

In the boundless darkness beyond the limits of the Primarch's vision, even the cold Emperor's fire could not avoid the influence of its surroundings: the halo that brought warmth and security flickered, like a bonfire shaking in the wind, making the Dark Prince who was so close seem even more terrifying.

He was hidden in the shadows, with only the harsh sound of his scales rubbing against the stone slabs torturing his eardrums. He was like a mystery hidden in the unknown and nothingness, a mystery huge enough to devour the Primarch.

At least from Morgan's perspective, the situation was gradually deviating from her expectations. Her field of vision was passively becoming narrower, and the shadows around her were no longer convenient to peek into: the owner of the Six-Ring Silver Palace once again proved that darkness was a realm closer to the subspace.

Therefore, when Slaanesh no longer deliberately showed his body, let alone observing his weaknesses as before, even the face of the god illuminated by the Emperor's Fire became increasingly blurred in the eyes of the Spider Queen: she had to concentrate her attention and naturally gave up protection in other aspects.

It was hard to imagine. A few minutes ago she thought the situation was at least within her expectations, but who would have thought that the god was not serious at all: while the flame in his palm was throbbing uneasily, the Primarch could only see the lower left cheek of Slaanesh, and a very small part of his chest and collarbone.

They are too close.

In the blink of an eye, the Emperor's Flame in the palm of his hand was suppressed from being able to illuminate Morgan's area of ​​more than ten meters to only slightly illuminate the distance of three to five meters in front of his eyes: and the sound of Slaanesh's breathing, accompanied by a poisonous breeze, was still suppressing the remaining light.

One can imagine how close the Dark Prince is to her now: Morgan only needs to slightly raise her eyelids to see the branch-like texture on Slaanesh's thick lips, smell the saliva flowing between the neat teeth, feel the hot breath, and hear the banshee's song whispering from the nasal-like organ.

But at the same time, the Dark Prince was too far away from the Primarch.

She couldn't see his eyes clearly, and couldn't guess what Slaanesh was thinking at the moment, but she could sense that the Dark Prince was staring at her, with greed and more complex emotions in his eyes: It was somewhat unexpected that Morgan, who had always been sensitive, did not have an instinctive sense of crisis at this moment.

It’s really interesting: Could it be that the Prince of Pleasure really has no ill will towards her?

The Primarch did not know, just as she could not see where the Dark Prince's arms and other parts of His body were: in the pitch-black darkness, she wondered if these deadly organs had already circled behind her, ready to strangle the Primarch's lifeblood.

The darkness was so heavy that the only thing that could be caught by the Primarch's vision was the occasional flash of smoothness like a purple gem, but that was also morbid, a clever distortion of the aesthetics and charm of mortals by Slaanesh: when the god sang and talked hypnotically, He needed these seductive yet terrifying accompaniments.

Come to cheer for His mockery.

＋Besides the purest stupidity, what supports the legendary courage in his heart? ＋

+What is this…+

+Let him live till today? +

Slaanesh hissed, and the strong and stinking fragrance was sickening. He played with the six fingers on his left hand, placing them one by one next to his lips, biting off half of the nail before moving to the next one. Purple blood, yellow debris and pink pus flowed uncontrollably with the sound of crunching.

Morgan endured it all with a better mentality than she had imagined. She divided her energy evenly into three parts: the smallest part was placed behind her, another part was staring at the Dark Prince's mouth and eyes, and the remaining part was still thinking: the Primarch did not intend to stop her thinking.

Even in front of God.

Because Morgan believed that as long as her mind was still functioning, she would be less susceptible to the influence of the warp: although thinking is always the first step to corruption, sometimes stopping thinking and going with the flow can be more dangerous, especially when a god is speaking to you face to face.

At this time, if you don't say anything, you will just remember His words.

Then the Primarch smiled reluctantly.

【From what you said: The Emperor's Great Crusade seems to be going against the will of heaven. 】

＋Isn't it, my sharp-minded little lynx? ＋

This title made the Primarch stunned for a moment.

[Aida Eldar? ]

＋Who can deny it? ＋

The Prince of Darkness licked the corner of his mouth. His tongue was blue-purple.

＋No matter how indignant the heirs of the ancient saints are, I am their god, the product of their corruption and prayer. I was born from their civilization, and I will bring an end to their civilization: this is my mission, and it is my unshirkable power. ＋

+ They only blamed my appearance for destroying their hegemony, but never thought that I was just the shadow of their desires that expanded excessively in the subspace, just like a star that will expand into a red giant that can devour everything after entering its old age, and then collapse and become listless, leaving behind a pitiful white dwarf. +

＋Isn't this their history? ＋

＋What is there to despise: they just never want to admit that it was their own misery that destroyed their empire. ＋

+And I am just the smoke floating in the air when the flames burn. +

＋Just like your father. ＋

The Dark Prince laughed, and his laughter grew louder and louder until the entire dark hall was filled with His voice, like the wails of a thousand children whose souls were being sucked out alive: Morgan frowned at this, because she thought of some very unpleasant memories.

＋But I am different from him. ＋

Slaanesh continued.

+ I have no interest in investing my essence in a doomed gamble, nor do I have the power or obligation to do so: all I have is my throne, and He told me that I don't need to be responsible for the sorrow of any living being, everything is their own fault, everything is just the code that fate has already written. +

＋Even if we want to stop it, we can only use our mortal bodies to block the giant ship. Even if we can stop it for a moment, what can we change fundamentally? When the ending has already been determined, not many people will care whether there are more ups and downs in the story. ＋

＋But he didn't understand this. ＋

The Dark Prince changed the subject.

+ He was too arrogant, too stupid, and too confident, thinking that he could challenge the invisible fate with the power of the secular world. He was intoxicated with his short-lived success: he should have stood at a more rational point of view and watched his pitiful compatriots go to destruction, because this was the opening speech that fate had written for him. +

＋This should be his luck. ＋

＋But it became his misfortune. ＋

+Because he rejected Him: he actually wanted to save these boring lives. +

+He actually jumped off the car and stood in front of it. +

+ He launched this expedition, an expedition aimed at prolonging the life of mankind, delaying the time of human extinction from several thousand years to dozens of thousands of years, and reuniting countless histories that should have been annihilated under his banner: he broke the most important rules of the game. +

+You know what? This is so unfair, my silent little thorn. +

Slaanesh moved closer, and the saliva between his upper teeth dripped onto his lower lip, making a sound of metal collision.

【fair?】

Morgan chewed on the word.

[When you say it, it really feels like a lifetime ago. 】

＋Of course you will feel like you are in another world. ＋

Slaanesh grinned.

+Because you have long forgotten: Do you still remember the time before you became the Primarch of the Empire, the only opponent in the entire galaxy who could hurt you, the Emperor who was killed by your father himself? +

【……】

＋Obviously: No one reflects on failure. ＋

Slaanesh's voice drifted off into the distance.

+ You know what? It and its race should be the protagonists of the next show, not the only ones, but their roles will definitely not be limited to these: I should have seen a wonderful fight between dragons and tigers, and several rising empires bleeding out the last survivors, bringing some new meaning to the show. +

＋But your father destroyed it.＋

+He resisted his fate. +

【destiny?】

Morgan smiled.

[What destiny: Is his destiny to become a god? ]

＋God? No. ＋

Slaanesh denied loudly, placing a hand on his chest.

＋It's not that tragic: he should have been a being of my own rank. ＋

＋There is more than just gods. ＋

【But you are gods.】

＋That is the view of ordinary people. ＋

The Dark Prince tilted his head, his thick lips biting each other.

+ God is your title, a quantifier in your imagination, and the limit of your ability to describe power and authority, not the truth that this world should have, and it is definitely not our true meaning. +

＋When mortals call me God, it is like putting a bucket of water into the ocean, and after it is full, they shout: Look, this is the shape of the ocean. ＋

+And you are even more pathetic, you don't even know what the real ocean is? +

+You only have power in your heart: power cannot bring everything. +

【I think I can disagree with your opinion.】

Morgan raised a hand, finally finding her voice for a moment after having passively received so many transmissions.

[No matter how high-status you are in your hearts, your influence on us is limited to power: for the real universe, if you gods do not rely on more assistance, all you can do is extinguish stars or swallow tens of millions of galaxies into the storm.]

[Not to mention the Emperor: This is not a difficult task for me. ]

＋I don't doubt that. ＋

Slaanesh shook his head lovingly, but this straightforward humiliation did not cause anger: just like seeing his three-week-old pet kitten screaming in a baby voice, the Dark Prince felt joy in his heart.

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＋But you didn't see clearly: Do you think that power can really threaten us? ＋

【Just enough strength. 】

＋Really? ＋

Slaanesh laughed.

+ Then let me tell you: when the Eldar were at their peak, their power was far beyond your description. The memories of their ancient glory in your mind are nothing but dust in comparison. Your current achievements and power are nothing but an inconspicuous meteorite among thousands of planets compared to the Eldar Empire at its peak. +

+It doesn't even glow. +

＋But even so, the Eldar Empire, with all its great achievements, still fell, leaving behind only its gnashing immigrants, who still had the desire to escape from me or kill me: what a pity, isn't it? ＋

+ They are just like you, thinking that they can kill me with their strength, thinking that they can wipe my ghost out of the warp with the so-called Crone Sword, or the god of death they hope for: they think that gods are just the aggregation of power, but fail to see the greater destiny behind them. +

＋Let me tell you. ＋

＋Even if they collected all the Crone Swords, even if they really summoned the Grim Reaper with Destruction, my life would not be threatened in the slightest: Who do you think would spread the information about the Crone Swords when the Grim Reaper was trapped? ＋

＋Even if they use the annihilation of the entire race as the final means, I will continue to exist as their god: because there is only one way to kill me, and the way to summon it is my demise. ＋

+Our demise. +

+Also: your demise. +

Slaanesh stretched out a finger with six hundred and sixty-six snake kisses densely packed in it, all spitting out their tongues towards the Primarch in unison, so close to Morgan's nose that it seemed as if they could kiss her eyes at any time: the Primarch was amazed that she could still maintain a stable posture.

【So, that’s all I have to say. 】

[You just want to tell me that you are an existence that transcends gods and monsters.]

＋No, I am nothing. ＋

Slaanesh pointed to his head.

+ I am a memory, a delusion, a wandering ghost, an empty room that existed in the past but never existed, a corridor that will never end, a group of ideas born in ideas, I am the desire of desire, the shadow of the shadow, every second of your happiness and every tear you have ever shed. +

+What you did has no essential impact on me, because they are not my source: even if you kill all my believers, my power will only enter a low period, and there is no possibility of losing the great game. +

＋Similarly, even if you annihilate every sun in the galaxy, even if you kill all the creatures in the world with your own hands, even if you turn the real universe into a dead place, it cannot interfere with my continued existence: you can't starve us to death, you can only make us feel temporarily bored, and force us to put more patience on each other until another group of actors can step onto the stage. ＋

＋What do you think I am? ＋

+ Is it the sun? Is it the world? Is it any entity in your mind that you can or cannot harm? Or is it your own desires? And the whisper in your soul: No, I am something more illusory. +

+ I am the thought of destruction that came to you when you killed the sun, I am the fire that burned in your heart when you resisted the erosion, I am death itself, which brought you the peace of death when you committed suicide: I can be anything, even Slaanesh is just the only star you can glimpse in the brilliance of the entire galaxy. +

＋And you think that's all. ＋

＋How pathetic, my sullen little storm cloud. ＋

At this moment, the Dark Prince was like a real mother. He stretched out a hand, which became softer than mortals could imagine. He stroked the Primarch's lost hair through the air. His voice was both soothing and tempting. He looked forward to Morgan's expression and next words.

[That is to say…]

The Spider Queen hugged her mast tightly in the raging waves. She didn't know how long she had been silent, nor did she know whether she had revealed more flaws to the Dark Prince during this period. She could only feel her lips dancing up and down, asking a question that she was not sure whether it was from the heart.

[You wish to see my father become a... being like you. ]

＋This may be the only mortal word that can even remotely describe us.＋

Slaanesh did not answer immediately.

＋It’s not about whether or not we want to: because this is what fate has planned for us. ＋

＋It would be unwise to go against it. ＋

＋Even though we've all tried. ＋

＋So, his stupidity and stubbornness were not unexpected. ＋

【……】

[How interesting…]

The Primarch blinked: a detail that had been missed suddenly occurred to her.

[I didn't know that even you beings would have a sense of destiny: I thought it was just a function of one of you, a tool and a joke for you, not something that could drive you behind the scenes?]

＋It seems my brother didn't tell you the story of Him and the Well of Eternity.＋

Slaanesh's voice is still so sweet.

At least to Morgan's ears: it sounded nice.

＋But: Using fate to describe Him is a bit too disrespectful. After all, fate is His visible shell, the ugly skin outside the delicious flesh, the wide apron that wraps around the beautiful figure, and another voice that can be understood by you mortals. ＋

＋And if I were to say, I prefer to call Him by His real name. ＋

He opened his mouth, letting the obscure language of the Warp float in the air. It was not something that could be captured by the eyes or ears, but only by the heart and psychic power, using the innate adaptability to the Warp to perceive it and remember the traces left behind in his mind.

Morgan did it all: at the cost of unprecedented confusion and consternation.

【chaos?】

His teeth bit his lips and he uttered a word that was as close to the original meaning as possible.

＋That’s right. ＋

Slaanesh supported his face with his hand, and before he knew it, he had fallen to the ground like a cat.

+Chaos. +

＋It is our [Destiny]. ＋

+Our destruction. +

＋Our Gospel. ＋

＋It is also good news for you. ＋

The god looked at Morgan, penetrated his skin and eyes, and exchanged glances with the original body's soul hidden in the deepest part.

+Don't run away from Him, my destined little eight-pointed star. +

+You know He exists. +

+ You can guess: all the signs are so eye-catching. +

+ You must have wondered about this question, you must have wondered about it in your heart, you must have searched for the secret of numbers: you must have heard and wondered why each of us, me and my brothers and sisters, must have a sacred number, a number that can fully represent us and that even we ourselves must abide by. +

+Nine, eight, seven, six...+

＋You dread this countdown, don't you? ＋

+Because you know: what the next five represent.

＋Because you know: one day it will be your turn. ＋

＋Because you also know that there will be no one behind you. ＋

+You are the last one. +

＋You are the most important one. ＋

+You are also the most innocent one. +

+ You are the key, you are the final player, you are the final words that will occupy the last page after the story is over, you are the main actor who will return to the stage at the end of the drama: you do not belong to any scene in this great game, but your role is more deadly than all of us combined. +

+Because you are the last one. +

+Because you are [Two]. +

+Because you are the last thumbtack that keeps the curtain on the wall after our holy numbers have appeared one after another, and the last nut that keeps the iron door from falling off: you are the starting gun at the start of the race, but also the red and white symbol across the finish line. +

+You are our death, our inevitable end. +

＋Because after you, because your throne received your tears, because when the authority that symbolizes all unknowns put on the crown that belongs to Him: when the last trace of unknown in the galaxy also dissipated, when the last piece of unexplored territory also appeared on the star map. ＋

＋……＋

＋He is coming. ＋

＋He will come. ＋

+He will awaken, roar, and bring death and voice to all of us. +

+ His last trace of slumber will be pulled out by your own hands. He will awaken and return, devouring all living things, devouring us. He will bring us inevitable death. He will use our corpses to complete His ritual, end the great game, and reunite everything in the real universe and the subspace. +

＋A new era begins.＋

＋So, you will awaken Him. ＋

＋Awaken【One】. ＋

+ Awaken the end, awaken everything, awaken everything. +

+Awakening our end. +

＋So…＋

+You have also become the end. +

+Because your ascension means His coming: because time has no meaning in the warp, because your authority symbolizes everything that belongs to the unknown in the warp. +

+Each of us represents a part of Chaos. The rise of each of us brings the distance between the Warp and the real universe closer: bringing Him closer to being shown to everyone, and bringing Him one step closer to being born. +

＋When you ascend your throne, all the unknown will be revealed before everyone, becoming known, revealing the full picture and power of the Warp, revealing the true name and essence of the Warp. ＋

+When the last unknown of the subspace is revealed, everyone will naturally realize His existence, He will appear, and He will stand in front of all of us. +

＋……＋

+Chaos. +

＋He is one. ＋

＋He is destiny. ＋

+He is the end. +

＋He is our end. ＋

＋……＋

＋It is also...our gospel. ＋

——————

＋Because: Only when He appears. ＋

+ Only then will we have a chance: to break free from our throne and shackles, to find our ladder in the unprecedented chaos, to seize our destiny in the final battle of the great game, to use the power of our brothers and sisters, and to control every corner of the eight-pointed star in our own hands. +

+Talents... +

＋From Khorne. ＋

＋From [Tzeentch]. ＋

＋From Nurgle. ＋

＋From Slaanesh. ＋

+Upgraded to... the only [One]. +

+Upgraded to...real [Chaos]. +

＋Only then can you face your fate. ＋

＋Only then can we triumph. ＋

＋Only then can we return to the original darkness. ＋

＋Only then can we embrace, ascend, rule, and be eternal. ＋

+Only then can I be with you...for ten thousand years and ten thousand years. +