Perhaps it was because she had been repressed for too long under Nurgle's captivity, or perhaps because Slaanesh was hot on her heels, but that decadent, pleasure-soaked aura seemed almost close enough to touch.
When Aisha heard the Emperor's words, her whole body trembled as though struck by electricity.
"Lady Aisha, you wouldn't want to fall into Slaanesh's hands, would you?"
There was clearly nothing wrong with those words. The Emperor was merely persuading Aisha not to do anything foolish.
Yet when they reached the goddess's ears, they sent ripples through a heart that had already endured so much hardship.
The Aeldari pantheon was not made up of detached gods untouched by mortal concerns. In a sense, these Aeldari gods were more like mortals who possessed divine power.
They had their own joys and sorrows, loves and hates. Aisha herself had become the consort of the hunter god Kurnous.
Of course, Kurnous had long since been killed and devoured by Slaanesh, while Aisha herself had been "protected" by Nurgle until now.
Nurgle was not a depraved Chaos God like Slaanesh. True to the title of "Grandfather," Nurgle regarded every life in his garden as a child or family member.
And Aisha was family in Nurgle's eyes, his most precious beloved.
Yet Nurgle's love differed from that of all other beings. Like some obese shut-in stalker, he merely wanted Aisha to remain by his side and keep him company forever and ever.
Nurgle personally brewed his plague stew and always gave Aisha the first taste. As the Goddess of Life, Aisha would naturally heal herself, while Nurgle recorded how long her recovery took to judge the effectiveness of his creation.
This cycle had continued for countless years, yet Nurgle had never considered elevating their relationship beyond that of captor and prisoner.