My Choice Is... to Toll the Death Knell

Once someone was deceived by their appearance, they revealed their true nature, gently leaning close to whisper in their ears, "Life is the Emperor's currency, so we must work hard to mint coin for the Emperor."

Promiscuity was no great matter in Kaiser Whitefang's eyes. He had seen filthier and more absurd situations. Compared to those, these daemons who had lived for centuries or millennia draining a few mortals dry could practically be called harmless.

According to Lin Fan, this was friendship turning sour—a heavy cart crushing a little pony.

In battle, they also loved to execute Chaos cultists and xenos in the Emperor's name.

It was an extremely strange experience. Kaiser Whitefang could not accept this group of Slaanesh daemons using Chaos cultists as material for carving patterns. Those people had indeed betrayed the Imperium, but Kaiser Whitefang felt that only the Emperor could judge their fate, not these well-disguised Slaanesh daemons.

It was precisely because of Kaiser Whitefang's warnings and objections that these daemons reluctantly shifted their execution targets to Khorne daemons.

They did quite well, even better than they did when tormenting mortals. Perhaps only the Emperor and their master knew how many years these daemons had spent fighting one another in the Warp.

Sometimes, during those precious moments when the flames of war subsided, Kaiser Whitefang would ponder a question. These daemons said that every time they called out to the Emperor, they could feel His gaze. If they were telling the truth, what would the Emperor think when He looked upon them?

"These little ones are elite troops, I'm telling you. Together, they've slain more Khorne fiends than any Imperial force."

"Mm."

"Their leader is also a Pale Hunter I personally selected. She's presented me with quite a few heads of exalted Bloodthirsters as