Pink, white, and purple streamers traced a rainbow through the air as Slaanesh backflipped down before Pale Night. The Dark Prince had arrived.
Pale Night certainly would not let Slaanesh make his entrance unopposed. Just before he landed, the Mother of Demons drew her shrouded arms back to her chest, condensing a ball of Abyssal energy.
Boom!
Waves of flame swept along with the Abyssal storm, raising dust dozens of meters high. The Mother of Demons' bombardment engulfed Slaanesh's landing spot.
But when the billowing smoke cleared, Slaanesh's perfect divine body, adorned in pink, white, and purple, stood utterly unscathed amid the reddish dust. He straightened his knees and stood proudly among Azzagrat's hundreds of thousands of Demons. Without a word, he merely smiled, raised his right hand palm-up, and gently crooked a finger at Pale Night.
Come on, if you dare.
"Uwaaaah!" The outline of the Mother of Demons' face shrieked furiously beneath her shroud. She felt insulted!
"Hehehe..." Slaanesh gave a pleased, coquettish laugh at having provoked this thing.
This battle was inevitable.
The surrounding Demons and Chaos Daemons tacitly stopped fighting and backed away.
"Ughhh..."
As Slaanesh faced Pale Night, Six-Fingers Graz'zt was crawling out from beneath the corpse of a Slaaneshi Daemon near the battlefield.
Drained of most of his Abyssal power, Graz'zt was as limp as a rice cake. He could no longer feel his legs and had to drag himself along with his hands. His body felt hollow, without a shred of strength remaining.
Graz'zt had come within a hair of being finished.
Normally, killing an Abyssal Lord on an Abyssal plane was practically a fantasy. Most slain Abyssal Lords had either gone gallivanting on other planes, been sealed and then permanently killed through special means, or fallen completely in an all-out war between