A strange fragrance drifted into Lin Fan's nose, but the hands covering his eyes were not warm. They were even somewhat cold.
Was it Sashiko? Lin Fan did not think so. If Slaanesh found out that one of her Greater Daemons had done something like this, Sashiko would definitely be snapped apart, tossed into porridge, and swallowed in one gulp.
Then perhaps it was Slaanesh herself. At that thought, Lin Fan instead felt like teasing the descended Slaanesh.
"Oh! Who could this be? Such smooth, soft hands, such a lovely voice—it must be Elina!"
"..."
No human voice answered him. Instead, a soundless agitation filled with resentment and jealousy emerged behind Lin Fan, like the static emitted by an old television after it lost its signal.
"Oh! Not Elina? Then who could it be? Manas? Avril? Yuna?"
Lin Fan rattled off names he did not even know belonged to whom, but he could feel the hands over his eyes loosening considerably.
He suddenly felt uneasy. This terrifying unease greatly dampened his urge to keep teasing Slaanesh, while the expression on Slaanesh's face behind him became extraordinarily horrifying and bizarre.
The expression on that face twisted into an extreme form no living creature could possibly make. Beneath that utterly black visage, only one eye remained, staring fixedly at the back of Lin Fan's head.
Slaanesh's expression at the time was probably like this. Those who watched the Blue Channel and liked weirdcore stuff probably knew.
"Cough, cough... I know you're Slaanesh. Are you okay? Was I not supposed to joke with you?"
Lin Fan's apologetic voice sounded out. Slaanesh's expression returned to normal, and the horrifying shadow and unsettling high-frequency noise behind him disappeared, replaced by a brilliant smile.
"I knew my darling wouldn't forget me~"
Slaanesh hugged Lin Fan and