Just as Slaanesh silently guided Delia to touch his body, intending to draw her onto the path of fallen pleasure, he caught the scent of blood. A furious voice, like hammered iron, rang out: "You damned coward!!! Pervert!!!"
Scarlet Warp energy instantly shattered the beautiful dream Slaanesh had painstakingly constructed, transporting them into a new dreamscape.
"You damned brute! Do you have to oppose me?!"
"Silence!!!!"
Slaanesh hurriedly sensed the body he had newly fashioned within the dream's subconscious. It was that loathsome patriarch.
Then doesn't that mean...
With a bang!, something drew Slaanesh's attention. A damned blood-red axe punched through the deck and landed beside the little mechanical girl. Slaanesh recognized it at a glance: Khorne's projection, a bloodthirsty battle-axe surging with boundless hatred and fanatical courage.
Then the girl called Delia picked it up. Slaanesh truly wanted to curse. Didn't your teacher teach you not to touch things that obviously look heretical?
The next moment, Delia roared in fury and charged at Slaanesh, who had transformed into the patriarch.
"Wait! Wait! I'm not the patriarch! I'm Soap!! The Soap you like!!" Slaanesh hastily tried to persuade Delia to put down the executioner's axe and turn over a new leaf. Under Khorne's interference, he had already lost absolute control over Delia's dream. Most of his divine power was occupied in arm-wrestling with that damned brute, Khorne.
Half of Delia's tiny dormitory was shrouded in lewd pink Warp energy, while the other half was occupied by red energy reeking of brutality and blood. The two utterly different forces tore at each other frantically, annihilating one another at their point of convergence, yet tacitly ensuring that not even a trace of that energy leaked from the room.
Delia, standing at the center of the clash between these two great powers, breathed