Something's Wrong

"These evil gods, formed from countless extreme emotions gathered within the Warp, truly changed their attitudes at a whim."

"They never understood what unity was. Most of their strength was spent fighting and sabotaging their own brothers and sisters."

Aisha sighed and shook her head as she stirred the potion in the crucible.

"Heh, what right do you Aeldari gods have to say that? Your gods were hardly united either. Otherwise, how would Slaanesh have been born?"

Mortarion suddenly spoke. Though he knew perfectly well that he was asking something of her, he simply could not control that foul mouth of his.

By the time he realized he had said the wrong thing, it was already too late. Aisha's projection before him sharply furrowed her brows, even stopping the antidote in her hands.

Cold sweat immediately poured down Mortarion's back. He did not know whether it was because his illness had improved significantly, or because he had been frightened into sweating.

He cursed himself inwardly for losing his composure. If this Aeldari goddess was as petty as he was, would he not be finished?

"With that personality of yours, Mortarion, I suppose not many of your brothers liked you, did they?" Aisha suddenly teased.

Mortarion kept a stiff face and let out a cold snort.

"My foolish brothers are not worthy of speaking with me. What is there for me to regret?"

"The weak gather in groups, while the strong always walk alone."

Aisha suddenly covered her mouth and gazed at Mortarion with smiling eyes, making even the Lord of Death's skin crawl.

He suddenly had a very bad feeling.

"No, listen to my explanation, Lady Aisha. I did not mean to contradict you..."

"Shh."

Aisha raised her right index finger in a gesture for silence. Mortarion immediately shut his