116: He Walked Through a Pool of Blood

(Warning: This chapter contains graphic content and depictions of Slaanesh. Read at your own discretion. Those uncomfortable with it should leave.)

Blood.

Abuse.

Slaughter.

Dark green boots, savage in appearance, lightly stepped into a pool of blood. Shallow crimson ripples spread outward. Beside them lay pale, gaunt Eldar, collapsed and twisted in agony, their eyes filled with despair.

Shh.

Ancient beastly roars echoed through the jungle of steel ruins, along with the impact and shrieks of flesh against flesh.

A gorgeous yet eerie brilliant purple blossomed overhead. The star once captured to provide power struggled in its death throes beneath the crumbling sky.

Madness covered this place.

But... you had to be quiet.

Shh.

The ripples quietly vanished from the pool of blood.

Light, feline steps crossed the corpses littering the ground. A cold gleam ran along a blade. Order and madness existed within the same man; he was a beast wrapped in the skin of order.

He was...

An aged face emerged from the shadows beneath a tattered hood.

Lion El'Jonson.

This place was no longer fit for humans to survive in. It was not fit for any living creature. Madness and desire seeped into one's bones until one sank into delusions of love and insanity.

He did not need to leave.

But someone should.

Lion El'Jonson lowered his eyes. In a flash, he slipped into an alley and changed his route again. Minutes later, a group of grotesquely huge Eldar appeared on the street, their scalps peeled back and their brains exposed, thick needles embedded within them.

The Eldar belonging to the Lord of Desire walked unsteadily as they came forward to investigate, yet they caught not the faintest scent of Xenos. After wandering around for more than ten minutes, they could only slowly depart.

The Lion King