"Have a seat wherever." Su Ming tossed the Golden Throne into Kamar-Taj's main hall, plopped down on it, and shifted around a few times. He gestured for the Battle Sister to find herself a seat as well; dinner would be served shortly. "Mordo! Where the hell are you?"
"Master." A burly, bare-chested man in leather pants flashed in from the icy wilderness outside. Smiling pleasantly, he bowed.
"Tell the kitchen to bring over a full spread." Su Ming brushed away Wade's claw, which was still gripping the throne, and casually gave the order to the Master of Pleasure.
Hamill had to guard the Great Library, Little Wong was at Loyalty Academy, and Little Ka was on the Savage Continent. Mordo was the only one Su Ming could order around at Kamar-Taj now.
"I already notified them, Master. Is there anything else?" Mordo replied with a beaming smile. He even pulled out a bottle of olive oil and rubbed it over his back. Kamar-Taj stood high in the Himalaya Mountains, where the air was rather dry, so his skin needed to stay smooth and moisturized at all times.
Otherwise, when he whipped himself, both the pain and the pleasure would be diminished.
Efferal looked at Mordo with open disgust. It wasn't as though she had never seen followers of Slaanesh before; this muscular man was beginning to show some of the same signs.
But then she realized that she was no longer in her original universe. Slaanesh's demons were no longer any of her concern.
After everything over there had concluded, Deathstroke had not only taken her into the Spectre Universe, where she saw Living Dead resembling animated skeletons and mysterious, beautiful magic, but had also taken her on a tour of several other universal systems.
It had been a real