The Demon Sword Draconis, wreathed in blood-red flames, cleaved straight through the nauseating Palace of Lustful Flesh.
The gale carried by that power swept up the pink gauze curtains in the palace's deepest recesses.
Alvin's charge tore through the cloyingly sweet air.
Draconis slashed through the curtains with bloody fury, yet the sensation transmitted through the blade was nothing like striking something solid.
The uncanny apparition hiding behind the pink curtains scattered like ripples on water startled into motion as the blade approached, then re-formed several meters away in an even more sinister shape.
His strike missed. Alvin hunched over, scorching, seething air spilling from his mouth.
Huff, huff...
The air he exhaled carried a scalding heat.
The air around him was scorched by that blistering temperature, producing a distortion like refracted light.
"You have a revolting smell about you..."
The sinister apparition roamed behind the soft silk hanging from the vaulted ceiling, its beguiling voice carrying a trace of cold disgust.
Clearly, the aura of Khorne on Alvin disgusted the apparition.
"Why are you running?" Alvin's eyes were scarlet as blood, his entire face hideously contorted. The murderous intent around him almost took physical form, burning as blood-red flames. "Weren't you the one who invited me in? Now that I'm here, why are you running?!"
His voice echoed through the palace steeped in desire, but Slaanesh did not answer.
The heavy blade dragged along the floor with an ear-piercing scrape.
Screeech—!
Amid the sparks thrown off by the blade, Alvin raised his head. His murderous eyes tracked the sinister figure drifting like a ghost. "Stick your ass out. I'm coming to fuck you—
"—!"
Bang!
The next instant, his figure vanished again. At the same time, his foot shattered the soft, white-jade floor.
Exploding flesh sprayed like a torrential