Hogg had a Book of Lorgar, and it updated in real time so Blackwatch could get revenge on the bastards who dared mess with their Primarch.
And now, Tzeentch sat at the very top of Hogg's list, in enlarged, bold red letters as the number one target of his hatred.
As Tzeentch cackled wildly beside him, Hogg slowly released the little minx in his claws and pulled his tentacles back. But the moment they slipped away, Slaanesh woke with a smack of the lips, licked the corner of her mouth, and shouted at Hogg:
"Cutie, I want more!"
"Get lost!"
Hogg planted a foot right on that big face and stomped the bewitching visage back into the Warp. He hurried to repair the dimensional hole, afraid that the crazy bitch would say something else that'd sully his reputation.
"Damn, what a rotten day. What's wrong with everyone's brains? Why are they all staring at me? They could be staring at Yellow Weasel's icy ass instead!"
Hogg felt thoroughly disgusted and was in no mood. Only his loyal transport captain could cheer him up, and all he needed to do was give her a little encouragement. Hogg was certain that once he let a little of his kingly aura show, Cordelia would meekly submit, just like she had at their first meeting ten thousand years ago.
But things didn't go as he'd hoped. Before long, distant stars flashed with artillery fire as the Aeldari fleet and Imperium Secundus clashed, the fighting growing more intense by the second.
Hogg quickly summoned his number-six lackey, Ginny, then shot flames from his backside and flopped onto the Moyu, heading straight for the distant Blacklight.
By the time Hogg reached the battlefield, the two sides were already beating the hell out of each other, trading