The Grim Reaper Descends

Death Descends

"Second round."

The Emperor said, rising to his feet. He planted one leg on the wooden table and, with some effort, pulled out the black spear embedded through it. Then he aimed at the pinkish-purple lump of flesh in the center of the table, where bright yellow fluid looked ready to spurt out at any moment.

"This was really exciting."

Neos raised an eyebrow somewhat theatrically, aiming his dark spear at the yellow blister in the middle of the pinkish-purple flesh.

"I summoned the Underking."

He said, driving it down hard!

"Did you feel pain?"

It asked.

"But I felt pleasure."

Slaanesh shrieked, making the darkness slowly closing in on It tremble. The Underking gathered the darkness around Himself, forging it into His sturdiest armor.

Slaanesh tore more flesh from the filthy ground, gaining more freedom as a result. In pain, It clutched the wound in Its abdomen and tried to retreat. Its six arms swung, and six enormous dragons of flesh burst from beneath the earth, pouncing toward the Underking!

The Underking's pitch-black eyes did not blink as He stared fixedly at Slaanesh trapped within the nest of flesh. Highly concentrated Psychic Power poured down from the heavens, filling Slaanesh—or rather, the Death within Its belly.

At the same time, the six dragons formed an encirclement, baring their fangs!

Spatial severance.

With a thought from the Underking, a two-dimensional plane like flickering static flashed around the grotesque flesh dragons' necks. Then the laws of gravity He had seized faithfully carried out His command, tearing down the daemons' raised heads.

Six cross-sections of severed flesh appeared at once. Blood gushed forth as their bodies collapsed, dismantled by gravity.

He would use laws to erase a god.

"This time, I won't let you escape again... If you truly