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This story contains mentions of Chaos and its infernal magic. This story is not meant for the eyes of those who believe in the Emperor and his might. The author is currently being investigated by the Inquisitors, and is charged with conspiracy against the Emperor and spreading propaganda of Chaos.
Fraternizing with the enemy, especially the disgusting Chaos, is not to be tolerated! They are the archenemies of the Imperium and the Emperor!
Seek the Inquisitors if you believe you have found evidence of Chaos and its vile magic.
Glory to the Imperium!
Glory to the Emperor!
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It is the 41st Century.
Across the wide expanse of the galaxy, on many planets and in many cities, battles are waged and war continues as it has been for many centuries. The Emperor sits, ever vigilant, on his Golden Throne of Earth. He is the Master of Mankind, the Carrion Lord of the Imperium. He watches across the stars as his soldier;, the guardsmen, the Space Marines, the UltraMarines, and countless other armies fight in his name! They fight for his glory, to snuff out the witches, mutants, and especially the heretics.
In the grimdark future of the 41st Century, there is no peace among the stars. Races from all over fight in the attempt to have complete dominion over the universe. They are forever locked in battle, killing each other, bathing the stars in blood and organs. From the simple, yet rapidly multiplying, race of the Tyrannids, to the technologically advanced T'au Empire. While the Orks and the Eldar fight for survival, or the glory of battle, there are two factions of this war that are in a heated battle. One destined to destroy the other, not only the battle of guns and weapons, but of mind and belief.
The Imperium of Man and the Daemons of the Warp.
They are archenemies of each other, locked in battle. The Imperium strives to teach the humans the glory of the Emperor and of the vile Gods of Chaos, while the Chaos seek to convince the people of the Imperium that their god is dead and to induct them into their cults.
Even the Gods of Chaos themselves are busy fighting each other in the hopes of dominion over the Immaterium. Tzeentch, the Changer of Ways; Nurgle, the Plague Lord; and the ever wrathful Khorne, the Blood God.
There are battles everywhere! Not one ounce of peace will ever wash over the galaxy. And what make the Gods of Chaos all the more dangerous is that they are fueled by the emotions and desires of every sentient being in reality. All emotions are inherently dangerous, as they fuel the desires; rage and violence fuel Khorne, the fear of death and the desire to live give more power to Nurgle, and even the simple spark of hope is all Tzeentch needs in order to continue his ambition (though he has no grand plan).
But there is one God of Chaos that is rarely spoken about. One that even the other gods hesitate to kill, especially the ruthless Khorne; Slaanesh.
The Dark Prince, the Lord of Excess, She Who Thirsts. Slaanesh is powered by the pleasure, pain, and desires of the sentient beings. Not only is the act of lust that powers them, from a victory in a great battle to even the minute things in life like indulging on the best culinary delights that they could find. A great appreciation for artwork, the sadistic satisfaction, and the perfect collection; all things like that fuel Slaanesh, and they continue to whisper such things into the ears of those susceptible to him.
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Forbidden Pleasures (A Warhammer Oneshot)
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