"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!"
Meanwhile, Slaanesh, who had been spying on everything through the Wailing Lens, was also filled with boundless fury at that blind, crafty Genestealer Patriarch.
"I told you to shut up!!!"
"Get lost already, you crippled bandage! Your ass must be glued to that damn throne so tightly you can never get down from it again!"
Slaanesh showed no fear as he listened to Khorne's roar and shot back with insults. Every second of every day, small "frictions" occurred between him and Khorne along the borders of their realms. The wars between daemon armies representing different factions far surpassed anything seen in the physical universe. He was not afraid of Khorne's threats. At worst, they would just fight another war.
Sensing that Khorne had gone quiet, Slaanesh turned his gaze back to the Wailing Lens.
What I, Slaanesh, hate most in my life is having my enjoyment interrupted.
Silently wielding his power, he delivered an oracle to Slaanesh's followers across countless worlds: destroy the Genestealers. Sacrifice them, and I shall bestow blessings upon you.
Feeling the ecstatic intent and swift action of his followers, Slaanesh nodded in satisfaction and continued watching the interactions between Lin Fan and Delia.
"I never expected this little Adeptus Mechanicus priestess to possess such rich emotions. She's nothing like those gear-headed fools who only get hard when faced with STC blueprints and unknown technology."
An interesting thought suddenly surfaced in Slaanesh's mind. "So I can't corrupt you! Can't I corrupt those around you instead? Borrowing someone else's body still counts as using it! Let me properly savor the thrill of one who knows my true nature."
For a moment, the power of the entire Realm of Desire was mobilized. A Warp rift leading directly to the Flame opened, and a small portion of Slaanesh's power