The misadventures of the chaos gods

Chapter 8

Within a large palace of fine architecture and beauty, lay within the god of pleasure slaanesh, she slept peacefully in her queen size bed, snoring away until the dreading sound of every species....

RIIIIING! RIIIING! RIIIING! RIIIIING!

"Noooo.... N-not now...."

Getting up from her blanket, slaanesh looked a bit awful, her white hair messy, a drool on the side of her cheek and saggy eyes and any makeup she had on yesterday smudging her face

"Who the fuck calls someone at.... 12:00?!"

She yelled in disbelief, her rage flaring as she looked at her clock then towards her telephone, it was beautifully design and appealing, smooth wooden surface made out of exotic material and immaterial

Engraved masterfully into the wood depicting the fall of the eldar and her birth, with a large heart over a depiction of her and her siblings. Picking up the phone she groggily answered

"Calling the prince of pleasure and sex god, to whom am I speaking to?"
"Listen here, I know it's a special day for you, I will keep this brief and short, follow these steps to gain the reward you will earn at the end of this goose chase. Will keep watch on you, see you another time."

Hearing the line die, slaanesh muttered to herself. Special day? Creepy distorted voice? What the actual Warp is going on? Slaanesh was confused, who did this? Why are they doing this?

"Better do whatever they want."

Getting out of her bed, she went into her bathroom to freshen up, not going to task without tasking her face. Slaanesh turned on the lights and quickly gasp

"What the actual FUCK?!"

To her shock, she saw her makeup, blow dryer and anything that would help her freshen up were missing, not a single nail polish or lipstick here, in fact she saw said lipstick that she use on special occasions was on her mirror

Written on the mirror said

To slaanesh

Your makeup or any beauty products are gone, why don't you doing something natural? As for your next step, go to the forest of corda for further instructions.

"Whoever is doing this, I hope they like getting their face shredded off by barb wire."

Gritting her teeth, slaanesh walked out her bathroom to her closet, at least she'll wear something warm as today was a bit cold and breezy

But yet again, to her utter surprise and disbelief, mist of her cloths was gone, in fact the only thing left was a pair of pants and jacket

"ALRIGHT, IF YOU HEAR ME! THEN I'LL SKIN YOU ALIVE AND FUCK YOU WHILE POURING ALCOHOL ON YOU!"

She shouted at the top of her lungs, her rage would have made khorne proud but then she realized it, where are her servants? The daemonettes that prowl her home and do as she says

"Oi! One of you pricks! Come here!"

She shouted, hearing her voice echo through her home and the deafening silence, she became worried, has some invaded her realm and tooo pit her army? Had she fallen into a cruel trap?

Sweating at the thought, slaanesh quickly ran to her bed and reached under her mattress to retrieve a gift from khorne, a long but elegant saber made out of greater daemon of khorne

She thanked khorne for the gift now, seeing as she might need it for the suppose intruders that had most likely set a trap for her, putting on her jacket and going out her window