As the saying went, even a C'tan was a god. After ascending to godhood, Hogg felt like he was on top of the world. He could finally taste a star like the other C'tan.
But before Hogg could properly savor his immense power, a violent wave of nausea surged through his mind, and he threw up:
"Ugh! Damn little harlot, how dare you take my head and do that sort of thing with it? And you, Yellow Weasel, how dare you sell me out? When I get back, you're both dead. Over."
It wasn't that Hogg was being overly sensitive. He'd already been through plenty, but he'd never imagined that after ten thousand years of evolution, Slaanesh would become even more depraved. Maybe she wanted to try something different, because after snatching Hogg's head, she actually...
Even at his worst during the ten thousand years Hogg had been imprisoned, he'd only been used. No matter how you looked at it, he was still a macho man. But Head Brother had it truly bad this time. He wasn't a macho man anymore!
Not only had he been forced into a little skirt, he'd also been abused in every way by Slaanesh, like a rag doll. Thankfully, her possessiveness was stronger than ever. Otherwise—sheesh! It was too horrible to even imagine.
"No wonder Head Brother shut himself away and went to be Batman in the lower levels of the Hive City for over ten years. Anyone would've gone into seclusion after that! Wait, maybe Fulgrim would've enjoyed it. I hope Third Sister isn't left a widow because of Ferrus."
Hogg hurriedly deleted the memory for good. He didn't want that horrifying recollection lingering in his mind for even a moment. It was just too awful, and it left him feeling like his