Nurgle's greed-filled eyes fixed upon Vashtorr's drastically transformed form—or rather, upon the primal, filthy life force surging out from that grotesquely mutated shell.
To Nurgle's senses, this power was so "fresh," so "vigorous," brimming with the potential for endless reproduction and savage growth. Its essence even overlapped greatly with his own domain.
Naturally, he attributed it to the Revelations of Gla'aki in his hand.
He believed that after studying the grimoire, Vashtorr had successfully achieved some ultimate transformation, ascending from a mechanical god with a narrow domain into a god of life and reproduction far more "compatible" with himself!
"Oh... Vashtorr..." Nurgle's voice was like countless viscous bubbles bursting, filled with delight and undisguised greed. "You have given me... a tremendous surprise. This book... possesses such great power? It transformed you into such a... marvelous form?"
In his eyes, this newborn "God of Life," Vashtorr, was simply an exceptional prey that had willingly delivered itself to him—a plump lamb exuding an enticing fragrance.
The mad whispers constantly emanating from the other's body, attempting to taint one's mind, were no more than the irritating buzz of gnats beside the ears to a Chaos god of Nurgle's stature. They could exert only the faintest influence, and instead resembled an appetizing seasoning that stirred his desire.
He attempted to communicate. His enormous palm lifted slightly in a soothing gesture, while the garden's sweet stench of decay tried to envelop Vashtorr's mutated body. "Come... come to me... Let me properly 'examine' the new power you have gained... We can... share... exchange..."
What answered him was a shrill howl!
The evil eye atop Black Goat Vashtorr's head abruptly focused, firing a scarlet burst of psychic energy condensed to the utmost extreme, filled with the most primal blasphemy and frenzied desire, directly into Nurgle's consciousness!
That