"Miriael, are you and your sisters ready?" Daemon Calamity lowered its head to ask Miriael, the fallen Sister of Battle.
Miriael, who was running her hands over her subordinate's shapely body, lifted her hazy, desire-filled eyes toward Daemon Calamity and said sweetly, "As you can see, my sisters are always ready."
"That's not what I meant! I meant ready for battle! For slaughter! To offer sacrifices to the great Dark Prince!"
Daemon Calamity was growing irritated. Since her fall, Miriael had become far too indulgent in her desires. If her sisters had not been useful to the plan, Daemon Calamity would have liked to cleave her apart and impale her on its spear.
"Of course. Ah~ just like that~ Offer sacrifices to the great Dark Prince~" Miriael acted as though she could not hear Daemon Calamity at all.
Daemon Calamity drew its spear, intending to teach Miriael a lesson first.
Suddenly, a long, ancient, frenzied horn blast shattered Daemon Calamity's train of thought.
It was Khorne. His daemon armies had launched another all-out assault, on an even greater scale this time, attacking the territories of Slaanesh and Nurgle simultaneously.
"Those bloodthirsty lunatics!" Daemon Calamity cursed. It could see its forces suffering heavy casualties under the Khorne Daemon Army's assault, and the desire for battle surged within it.
Just as Daemon Calamity was about to advance into battle and break the Khorne Daemon Army's momentum, Miriael spoke.
"Patience... patience... Our goal isn't simply to slaughter the enemy. More importantly, it's to please the Dark Prince, isn't it?"
Daemon Calamity, which had risen to its feet, crouched down again. It felt that Miriael was right. This woman still had her wits about her.
The Khorne Daemon Army would not break through to this position anytime soon, but once the opportunity to please