Friendly reminder, those pictures of Dexcessa and Synessa are not how they look like in the real world of Age of Sigmar and is my AI generated picture I made of them with a few tweaks to make them look good and not hideous like their models look like.
You can look up what they actually look like and thank me for deciding to post the pics that they will be their looks for this story instead.
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I scoured all of Uglu for their traces while scouring information across Uglu of the seven pretender lords of their locations.
Though as it was made very aparent that every single one of the pretender factions were spread out all across the realm, that and these were only the pretenders of Uglu as their were also ones located in the realms of Aqshy(Fire) and Ghur(Beasts)
But surprisingly none were within the realm of Hysh, but as that's a realm of light I'm not surprised those twin gods of light would push any of Slaaneshes followers back at all costs, but after listening to the whispers in the dark I had their names and the locations.
Agonyr Slavethigh of the Legion of Excess
Elusash Feigntorn, Champion of the Serpent Cult
Sleos Pleasureheart, The Shadow Artist
Slithule Hitherhide, Temptress of the Sinful Hollow
Scorpasha Crawlhide, Concubine of the Labyrinth of Shadows
Vitrious Chillflayer, Sadistic Lord of the Flaying Host
Shorakra Ebonstalker, Leader of the Enraptured Host
"…. These names are…. Strange…." I muttered to myself after writing down the names of the pretenders who want to become the next Slaanesh, even though I read the stories and the names of those characters but still, these names are just so odd to me to hear and say with my tongue.
But it didn't matter as I found my targets, so if I wished to gain those godling sisters to listen to what I have to say.
(N) I'm not going to say what he does to all of them except for one and how he deals with them almost the same way.
"Speaking of which I don't need to hide my true form now do I?" I mutter to myself as I made my hair longer before my skin took on a cosmic purple color of my Over Heaven form which was fitting as those followers of Slaanesh have skin tones of either pinks or purples so looking like this I'd surprisingly would fit in if I disguised myself as one of Slaaneshes Demons, minus the BDSM type gear they wear but being shirtless was a fine alternative in my opinon.
So the first one I decided to deal with was Elusash of the Serpent Cult as it was the most well known along with the cult getting in the most conflict with the Druchi, Dark Elves, and have been a large part of this never ending war that has been going on all across Ulgu since the Age of Chaos eons ago.
So when I arrived a festival of sorts was going on where one indulged themselves in all sorts of pleasures, pleasures of the flesh, of drink, company, arts, ecstasy but it went well what was healthy for an average mortal to enjoy.
Sex that ends in extreme torture or death, or maybe it's better to call it rape? People gourging themselves on food and drink until their bodies are hideously bloated, piles of gold and gems everywhere with men and women bathing in them while they slowly began to turn into gold themselves, fine artworks that came alive themselves and began to torture the minds of those that viewed them, everything that was here was derived from being pain and pleasure without end until the mortals slowly became more daemons of Slaanesh.
But the man I was looking for, Elusash, was sitting upon a luxurious golden throne covered in rare gems and even the rarest realm stones as he had Daemonettes attended to him and constantly give his body pleasure.
Now you would assume someone who is trying to be the next Prince of Pleasure would be exorbitantly beautiful, but no, he did hav long flowing purple hair and a well defined body if you excluded his left arm being that of a crab, but it was what he had on his face, I completely pristine pure white mask that seemed melded to his very skin, hiding his grotesquely mangled face underneath it.
"And you call yourself a the next prince of pleasure but you hide your hideous visage under a mask, a monstrosity like you is no god-" I say before I'm cut off as a whip aims for my face before I casually flick it to the side as I don't break eye contact with this pretender prince.
"You dare question my right to the throne of our fallen god?" He asks with a silky smooth voice as he retracts the whip as he slowly stands from his throne.
"I don't know, tell me, do you bleed golden blood?" I ask before he was instantly slashed across the chest as dark red blood spewed out from his wound.
He gripped his chest to stop the cascade of blood flowing out of him without even noticing I was already right in front of him as I grabbed him by his throat.
"No, you don't, so your claim means nothing as you are no god." I say before placing my hand onto his chest as his eyes, nose, mouth and ears all began to spew blood that splattered onto my face, chest and hair as I pulled his soul out from his body thanks to the power of NWO making it so.
Though after doing so his soul was stolen from my hand as the mark of Slaanesh devoured it personally as I felt it vindictively begin to torture his soul for his insolence before I ripped off his head and let his headless body fall back onto his throne before I turned to the rest of the Cult as they just stared at me.
"Is this your god? I just took his head as effortlessly as plucking a grape off the vine, so I'll ask again, Is This Your God?" I say as I toss his head as it begins to roll down the steps to land at their feet.
"…. Slaanesh!" One person eventually shouted out, and that's what broke the damn as to what these simple minded daemons and followers all began to shout and cheer for, all for Slaanesh's name.
And the same happened with every pretender Prince I would face, none of them were even at the level of a demigod and were at best just higher demons with only two being Daemon Princes them being Scorpasha and Slithule who instead of killing were willing to become my personal pets as they gave their souls to me which were now bound to mine and I could do with them as I pleased with their free will being a suggesstion rather than a fact.
So with five of the pretender princes killed and their souls imprisoned while being tortured within the Mark of Slaanesh while Scorpasha and Slithule were now eternally my slaves to do with as I please.
With the 7 pretenders dealt with it was time to meet the Daughters of Slaanesh.
(Scorpasha)
(Slithule)