"What... are you still waiting for?"
"What I can grant you is far more than this..."
Deep within the palace, shadows condensed into an indescribable form, yet one heartbreakingly beautiful.
Hidden behind pink gauze curtains, merely revealing the tip of the iceberg was enough to set Alvin's throat ablaze with thirst. A yearning sharper than hunger turned into flames that burned through his organs.
"No, no... I can't look directly at it!"
Clinging to the last remnants of his reason, Alvin forcibly shut his eyes.
He even erased the image he had just seen directly from his mind, including those details... details?
No, it appeared again!
That utterly perfect body, those lines brimming with seduction, were like a red-hot anvil deeply branded into his mind. They could never be forgotten, much less erased!
This was the terror of Slaanesh.
It represented perfection, emotions, and desire. Once you had seen it, even if only for a single glance, it would be planted deep within your soul forever. Then, silently and imperceptibly, it would change you bit by bit until you were corrupted and fell!
And more often than not, even you yourself would find it difficult to notice the process of corruption.
Corruption was like silk, delicate and winding.
And now, Alvin had been ensnared. Threads named corruption and desire tightened around his neck.
"What... do you desire?"
"Is it... a perfect face that would make the whole world adore you?"
"Or perhaps... extraordinary combat skills without the slightest flaw?"
"And... experiences beyond the limits of the senses?"
"The pinnacle of desire?"
"The ultimate limit of beauty?"
"Submit to me... and I shall grant you supreme status~"
From deep within the palace, the figure behind the pink curtains tempted the human below with soul-stirring words.
"I want..."
Alvin's gaze turned unfocused,