If I were willing to change, would you be willing to love me?
That was indeed a good suggestion. Lin Fan turned back to look at the sorrowful Slaanesh kneeling on the ground, then walked back and crouched beside Slaanesh.
"Why do you like me so much?"
Slaanesh raised his head, wiped away his tears, and answered Lin Fan's question. "Y-you can touch me, and you won't die. You're not like Khorne and the others, who want to chop me to death the moment they see me... Though I was rather looking forward to Khorne chopping me to death..."
Lin Fan listened as Slaanesh chattered on, explaining what drew him to Lin Fan and how difficult the other gods of equal standing in the Warp were to communicate with.
Through their conversation, Lin Fan came to understand Slaanesh's current state of mind.
As a god of the Warp, there were very few beings on the same level as him, and every god of that rank was utterly insane.
Khorne only wanted to chop off Slaanesh's head. Tzeentch treated Slaanesh like a brainless idiot. Nurgle was simply too disgusting. Though there was little fundamental conflict between them, Slaanesh could not stand that filthy environment where shit, piss, and filth flowed everywhere.
On top of that, as the god of all sentient beings in the universe, Slaanesh received every emotion—good emotions and bad ones alike.
Slaanesh always enjoyed trying fresh new games. Whether it was skinning someone alive or eating a meal, there probably was no distinction of status or worth in Slaanesh's eyes. It was all experience; the only difference was which game stimulated the nerves more.
But there were two kinds of happiness: mathematical happiness and spiritual happiness.
Mathematical happiness was easy for Slaanesh to experience. For example, sneaking next