Kallen, the Aeldari clan chief who died amid guilt and pain, would never know that the instant that wraithbone dagger pierced his heart, a Warp god with an endless hunger for the Aeldari sensed their existence.
The youngest god born atop the corpse of the Aeldari Empire, the youngest Chaos god, the Prince of Pleasure whose name the Aeldari dared not even speak—the Lady of Hunger—caught the fragrant scent of food.
Those bland, primitive Aeldari seemed to have changed.
To restore vitality to his people, the aged Kallen had resolutely chosen to end his own life. It was the release of a man at death's door, the salvation of one about to die, and his withered heart shone because of it.
Amid the violent collision of emotions and his great enlightenment, the primitive Aeldari's souls, once dull and tasteless from their return to savagery, became like dust-covered gems wiped clean, their radiant soul-light flashing within the Warp.
It might have been exceedingly brief. The flash lasted only an instant before Kallen's soul was drawn into the spirit stone, but an instant in the Warp could also be eternity. The Prince of Pleasure, who coveted every Aeldari soul, noticed that interesting gleam.
+An Aeldari who sacrificed himself.+
+An interesting soul.+
+Bring him before me.+
The Prince of Pleasure was the Chaos god who ruled over indulgence and pleasure. Though the youngest of the gods, They stood on equal footing with Khorne, Tzeentch, and Nurgle.
Every form of indulgence and stimulation became fertile ground that nourished Them. The birth of Slaanesh, the Prince of Pleasure, could be traced back to the Aeldari Empire's long ages of pleasure-seeking and excess. Of course, for such supreme Warp gods, once born, They already spanned the timeline, existing eternally from past to future.
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