Alvin, wrapped and bound in silk like a mummy, hung suspended in midair within the palace.
He tried to break free from the strange silk's control, but quickly... he realized that struggling was completely useless.
Before long, Alvin felt endless desires gently and slowly enveloping him.
Whether it was bone-deep hatred, burning greed, or even lust surging like a tidal wave, all sorts of emotions formed a vast ocean, dragging his mind down inch by inch.
No, he couldn't sink...
An alarm blared deep within his mind, and Alvin instantly snapped awake amid that ocean of emotion.
He lowered his head and looked at the bottomless, abyss-like sea below. He knew that once he sank into it, the end awaiting him... would be to have his emotions completely "controlled," ultimately falling and becoming a Daemon!
He had no desire to become a Daemon.
The next instant, the blood-red mark on his left shoulder erupted with dazzling crimson light!
Khorne's mark did not merely grant its bearer "immense power." Every time that power was used, the user would sink ever deeper into their thirst for slaughter and blood, eventually becoming completely reduced to a follower of Khorne.
In the past, that truly had been a side effect.
But now, what Alvin needed most was precisely that side effect!
"Boss Khorne, you wouldn't want your man to be snatched away by Slaanesh and turned into its sex toy, would you?" Alvin gave a savage grin and muttered inwardly, "I'm counting on you now. Don't let me down!"
As he spoke, Alvin completely lowered his defenses over his spiritual domain.
He allowed that mad desire for slaughter to charge straight into the deepest part of his mind.
"Ha ha ha ha... Come on! Dominate me!"
Dragged into Slaanesh's domain, Alvin laughed wildly and