Lin Fan seemed to feel that this was not enough, so he called Yilafren over and had her wander around in front of the daemons.
"Really? They won't eat me?"
"They wouldn't dare. Even if they did eat you, Slaanesh could make them spit you back out."
After hearing that, Yilafren happily ran into the midst of the daemons. She had never observed Slaanesh's devils from such close range before. The fragrance of her whole soul and living flesh made the daemons restless, yet they remembered Lin Fan's command and waited for the third number to arrive.
The clash between temptation and restraint made the daemons suffer. Their faces twisted one after another, and the demand that they neither make a sound nor move caused the Chaotic essence beneath their skins to knot and tangle.
Every act of enduring the pain of restraint was transformed, under the blessing of Slaanesh's power, into pleasurable ecstasy. The more uncontainable their hungry desires were, the greater the pleasure they became when transformed. Within this endless cycle, they suffered and rejoiced.
That would keep them obedient for a while. Lin Fan watched Yilafren happily tease the daemons, then turned to see Fulgrim wearing an indescribably conflicted expression.
"I've already heard a great deal from Jaghatai. Why Slaanesh? Why did you choose her as an ally? Could the other Chaos Gods really be even worse than her?"
"Slaanesh is easy to satisfy. That's all there is to it. I can't imagine how I could possibly work with the other Chaos Gods. Even if I strangled Khorne to death, he'd be reborn in the Warp the next day and come looking for trouble with an axe in hand. Nurgle and Tzeentch—one seeks eternal stagnation, the other endless change. By comparison, Slaanesh's needs are easier to fulfill: