Ever since that foul catastrophe where ten thousand people came down with diarrhea, Mordred had never drunk porridge again. Even the sight of nutritional porridge made him nauseous—second only to Nurgle's Soup.
Nauseating as it was, based on what had happened before, Mordred had confirmed one thing: there was indeed no problem with people worshipping him. If anything went wrong, it could only be the worshippers themselves.
Experiments conducted on a group of Eldar sprouts who had volunteered revealed that when they sincerely believed in Mordred, Slaanesh would indeed not seize them after death. Instead, their souls would be licked over by Mordred before being directly incinerated.
Using brainwashing and chemical control, a worshipper who had narrowly survived a disaster described the vision he had seen at the brink of death.
According to him, as he lay dying, he saw a bright, radiant moon and countless winged Eldar angels dancing in its light. Across a bridge of bliss and knowledge, they guided the faithful toward eternal peace.
Perhaps recalling something, this Eldar worshipper went out of his way to describe those so-called Eldar angels. He said he had never seen angels so perfect: not only did they possess beautiful faces, but they also had hot bodies utterly unlike those of Eldar.
But when asked what those angels specifically looked like, the worshipper could not describe them at all. He only said that he had been dazed at the time and had been awakened before he could see them clearly.
After hearing this, Kialan became wildly excited. She believed this was the salvation that prophecy had guided her to find. Before everyone present, she swore loyalty to Mordred and presented that Webway map.
Yet only Mordred himself knew that there were no so-called angels, nor was there any Dark Moon. There