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The Dark Prince lounged upon a throne of light that was blinding, of flowers that were clowning, so beautiful as to be inhumane. Slaanesh, wreathed in the silks of desire and darkness, reigns upon a court within six circles of excess, where none have set foot save for those Slaanesh gazed upon. Its lecherous eye scalds those it scorns, and torments those who catch the love of its regard.
It’s games, its precious playthings, its Palace where screams are one with delight. In the Palace of Pleasure, this is where the Dark Prince reigns.
Before the soul who has wandered into its court, unseen choirs sing unspeakable praises, and ears weep at the unholy harmonies, as Slaanesh’s eye strays once more. The god beckons from its Palace, and smiles a smile as charming as the dying sun, for resistance in the face of perfection is not a possibility. It only curiously looks onwards, upon the visitor within its domain, a new game to play and break.
It will love this game well, as it has loved all of its subjects.
"Speak to me." it whispers, in a voice that could have struck angels from the sky. "Take pleasure. Rejoice. Love and lust in your despair. I am Slaanesh, most jealous of the Gods, most demanding of lovers, and My thirst for you shall never be stated."
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