Ceaseless sighs drifted through the Palace of Excess that day.
Rows of Slaaneshi Handmaidens walked with elegant steps, carrying "offerings" from every corner to present to She Who Thirsts.
Deep within the palace, Slaanesh lay on a soft couch, listlessly playing with a little toy in her hands.
That little toy was a Haemonculus.
Normally, Slaanesh did not trouble these masters of excess who had survived since the days of the Aeldari Empire. Compared with the infants of the Craftworld Aeldari and the rebellious adolescents of Commorragh, these Haemonculi clearly understood her tastes far better.
That was why she mercifully allowed them to snatch food from her mouth. It also made the Haemonculi some of the few among the Aeldari ruthless enough to wrest souls back from Slaanesh.
But today, this Haemonculus who had slipped into the Warp had no idea why She Who Thirsts had singled him out and seized him.
"Quick, make me laugh, or you're dead," Slaanesh said listlessly.
The Haemonculus, who had five legs and six hands, immediately began a ridiculous dance. He looked as absurd as a deep-sea octopus trying to learn how to walk.
But Slaanesh shook her head in exasperation. In an instant, she shredded him with the claws on her fingers, then tossed him to her handmaidens.
The Slaaneshi Daemons shrieked with delight, tearing him apart amid his terrified howls.
The next platter of gifts was brought forward. A Slaaneshi Handmaiden approached Slaanesh with dancing steps, then elegantly lifted the lid.
Inside lay a set of bound "Aeldari triplets."
Among the Aeldari, whose birth rate was extremely low, multiple births were almost impossible to come by. The great similarity between their souls made such siblings exceptionally gifted Wraithknight pilots.
Triplets were rarer still.
The three little ones huddled together in fear, staring