Slaanesh's gift of a flower had grown into something truly strange. At the very least, the God-Emperor could not appreciate this bizarre thing whose petals had the texture of flesh.
These leaf veins looked much like blood vessels... and this flower's center—were those little black specks all eyes?
The God-Emperor held the flower between his fingers, his brow tightly furrowed. The flower began to char beneath the searing flames of the God-Emperor. He had intended to burn it away just like that, but then he heard The Emperor's voice urging him to stop.
After considering it for a while, the God-Emperor fashioned a golden vase and placed the flower inside. After setting it in an inconspicuous corner, he still felt something was amiss. He closed his eyes and relinquished control to The Emperor.
When he opened them again, there was a trace of humanity in his eyes. The Emperor cast out a candle. Its faint light was utterly incomparable to the Golden Throne, yet that glimmer was precisely meant to guide another person here.
Beneath a crimson sky lay nothing but countless corpses. They had not decayed, remaining fresh, and the blood flowing from them had neither clotted nor dried.
Bodies bearing different wounds were piled layer upon layer. All manner of flesh fragments mixed with blood, forming one difficult-to-cross mire of blood after another.
A naked woman was making her way through them. She pushed aside corpses and dug through the ground formed from severed limbs with her hands.
These corpses all looked exactly like the woman. She was not horrified by their identical appearances; she had long since grown accustomed to all this.
"They really died horribly..." she remarked, gripping a corpse by both shoulders and pulling with all her strength.
Yet all she managed to lift were