"Fine, fine, I'll give them to you. Why are you being so fierce?" Slaanesh viciously flicked out his snake-like tongue at The Emperor, then casually clapped his hands. Khan and Yilafren appeared in them, still utterly confused about what was happening.
"Where is this? What are you trying to do? I'm telling you now, I will never submit to your fallen master!"
"Jaghatai... you seem quite spirited."
"Father!"
Jaghatai turned at the sound and saw his father watching him. He could tell at a glance that this was his real father, not one of those crude illusions conjured by daemons.
"Father, that brat Soap—"
"I already know. No need to say more."
The Emperor took Khan and Yilafren from Slaanesh's hands and placed a shield around them, lest they be burned to death by him in a moment.
The fuming Slaanesh was deeply dissatisfied with The Emperor's actions. "Hey! You can't just do that! Even though my dear and I have an agreement, and I won't take the initiative to cause you trouble, you can't be this shameless!"
"Alas..." The Emperor sighed. He vaguely knew about Lin Fan's conversation with Slaanesh as well. All he could think was that the brat had truly been recklessly bold, daring to court even a Chaos God like Slaanesh.
"What do you want?"
"Tell me where he is! I can't sense him anymore. He's covered in that Khorne bastard's bloody stench! I need to find him while Khorne is badly wounded!"
"I cannot find him. Just as you said, the bloody stench on him is too strong."
"No... it shouldn't be like this..." Slaanesh was deeply upset. He covered his face sorrowfully. He had only just experienced companionship free of malice, and Khorne had gone and interrupted that wonderful time.
*Next time, I absolutely