"I thought you'd keep them all here."
"Do you really see me as such a cruel and heartless noble?" Valgull retorted toward the shadows, then tapped the table with his finger. Having received the order, the ghoul nobles leaped onto the table and began gorging themselves.
The disgusting sounds of their feeding stirred the appetites of the other Flayed Ones. The entire planet was infected by the desire to eat. The noises made by the bloodthirsty undead on the ground and the flesh palaces moored in the sky drowned out even the sound of the waterfalls of flesh.
This planet was grinding up vast quantities of fresh meat. Such waste—meat that could not be digested and could only be left to rot—would have been enough to make a Tyranid hive fleet die of heartbreak.
Unlike his subordinates, Valgull did not crazily stuff meat into the gaps in his skeletal frame. He sat elegantly upon his throne, slicing the flesh in his hand into thin strips that could easily pass through the grille of his mouth.
"What a lunatic. You've gone so mad that you actually look normal..."
Hearing the jab, Valgull chuckled softly before bringing up Alaitoc Craftworld.
"Let them clash with the Executioner Dynasty first. Inamars the Law-Emperor has been rampaging through my territory. That's all your fault, Amalaga..."
"Heh heh... But there are already plenty of sacrifices gathered here. You should be thanking me."
"Yes, yes." Valgull readily agreed with Amalaga. "Three Aeldari Craftworlds, along with those Commorragh survivors who thought they were hiding so well. Add to that all the living creatures in this entire sector, and it truly is enough for us to restart the ritual. But why exactly are you helping us so much? If it is for power and desire, I do not think