As beings composed of psychic energy, it was possible for daemons to possess physical forms, yet somehow also impossible. With a shriek from N'Kari, purple mist instantly appeared around Fulgrim, dense and heavy, as though mountains of clouds had fallen from the heavens. Even a Primarch's keen eyesight could not see what lay beyond it.
Fulgrim had been isolated. He tightened his grip on the Flame Sword and discovered that the flames upon the weapon had vanished as well. This legendary weapon forged by Ferrus now had only two praiseworthy qualities left: sturdiness and sharpness.
So the daemons are coming for me...
Fulgrim looked around and found that even the elevated platform broadcasting its lewd sounds had disappeared from view.
I hope Ferrus can complete his mission. I should be able to handle these daemons.
"Hehehe... Why keep resisting and struggling? Wouldn't it be better to join us? Enjoy supreme pleasure." The daemon's voice came from within the mist. Tens of thousands of figures of varying sizes greedily stared at Fulgrim's body.
Those burning gazes disgusted Fulgrim. He sneered and expressed his contempt for the daemons. "Join you to enjoy pleasure? I'll pass. Your taste is simply dreadful. I have certain standards when it comes to clothing. Those sheer little dresses with their chests hanging out are beneath me."
"Really? Do you truly look down on them? Or do you merely regret that such an outfit is not being worn by someone you like?"
"Someone I like? What kind of nonsense are you talking about..."
Fulgrim would soon realize that he should not have chatted with daemons of Slaanesh. The mist did not disperse, but several graceful figures emerged from it. Among them were women Fulgrim had married on Chemos.
"Doing this will only provoke my fury. They were all