Slaanesh in Action (1)

The Night Haunter is currently in agony. The Prince of Pleasure he encountered... well, you can't even call her a man.

For now, what I'm seeing is a female figure.

This wasn't even the most troublesome thing for him.

What truly gave him a headache was the aura emanating from the other person.

That kind of positive attitude, without the slightest bit of hypocrisy or pretense.

Although he was reluctant to admit it, he had been held captive by the Huangpizi for ten thousand years within the throne, and he was all too familiar with that aura.

Holy.

The Night Haunter felt his madness relapse when he thought about this.

A Warp God actually has something to do with the word "holiness".

That's absolutely ridiculous.

Of course, this isn't the most Despair.

The most Despair thing was the Chaos Gods's attitude towards the father.

It's just too bizarre.

This doesn't seem like the attitude of Chaos Gods towards humans; it's more like... being in love?

Well, it seems he really is quite insane.

Moreover, Curze is different from himself.

Compared to himself, Curze was far too normal. What if he were deceived by this Chaos Gods's sweet talk and flattery?

Just as the Night Haunter was worrying about these things, his fears were coming true.

"Long time no see, little bat, or rather, this is our first official meeting."

"You are... Slaanesh?"

"Hehehe, I'd much rather you call me Slaanesh."

"Alright, Slaanesh, what brings you here?"

Upon hearing Curze's address, Slaanesh couldn't help but be taken aback.

She then felt better about it.

"As expected of a child raised by the master, he really is exactly like him."

Just like Han Mingxuan, she was cold-hearted and stubbornly inflexible.

"Wouldn't it be great to be like Dad?" Curze said.

Although he and the other person got along quite well, he remained on guard.

After all, this is Warp God, not that half-baked Slaanesh follower named Pationa.

"Why are you coming to see me at a time like this?"

The entire Imperium of Man is currently in a turbulent period, and the sudden appearance of this Chaos Gods is not a good omen.

"Don't be so wary of me, little bat. I've come to see you on important business."

"Warp God came to talk to me about serious business. Could it be that the Huangpizi is a woman?"

"This is a letter Mr. Han asked me to give you, along with yours."

Upon hearing this news, the members of the Eternal Evernight Legion present all became serious.

But their first reaction wasn't to believe, but to doubt.

Don't doubt me like that, look at what I'm wearing.

Upon closer inspection, everyone realized that the Chaos Gods was actually wearing their Uncle's Glasses.

"These are Dad's Glasses, why are you with them?"

"Because it was in my Palace that my husband wrote his last letters to you, and he entrusted me with delivering them to you. Now I am here to fulfill his request and to take on my responsibility to you."

Upon hearing Slaanesh's words, Curze couldn't help but frown. Although his words were short, he discerned at least three problems within them.

"First of all, Dad isn't dead, he's just missing. That's certain. Don't try to mislead us. So this isn't the last letter home."

"Secondly, since you're here to deliver a letter, just leave the letter and go."

"And finally, and most importantly, you have no responsibility towards me."

"I have no recollection of making any deal with the Warp, nor do I recall making any deal with a Chaos Gods like you. That's all I have to say. You may leave."

After saying this, Curze stared silently at Slaanesh, but he noticed that Slaanesh did not move.

Or rather, Slaanesh's current state is strange; she seems to be recalling something.

At this moment, Slaanesh was indeed reminiscing; she was recalling how Mr. Han treated her, and the state he was in.

As expected of Mr. Han's child, he looks just like him.

Their ways of thinking are so similar.

However, this also allows me to put some of my plans on the agenda.

"Little Bat, I must say, you've truly grasped the essence of Mr. Han's teachings. This is a letter Mr. Han left for you; take a look."

Curze took the letter, opened it, and examined it carefully. It was indeed his Dad's handwriting, and there was even his Dad's power imbued in the words.

"Dad hasn't changed much, he's a bit more nagging than before, but I think that's fine."

"Mr. Han hasn't changed at all, but you have, little bat, you've grown up."

"Growth is inevitable, Chaos Gods, and I have no time to discuss philosophical questions about life and personal growth with you right now. Just leave."

"But you haven't grown enough." Slaanesh didn't leave; she just continued talking to herself.

She now wants to use this opportunity to change some of Curze's views on Mr. Han; only in this way can she have a chance.

"You don't have the final say on this kind of thing."

"No, I'm the most qualified to speak on this matter. Mr. Han should have told you what my authority is, so I'm very perceptive when it comes to feelings."

"Little Bat, shall we have a truth-telling session?"

"Sevatar, see them out."

"Clear."

Sevatar didn't hesitate either; he took out his treasured scales and walked up to Slaanesh.

As the first person in the entire Eighth Legion to conduct a practical experiment on faith, Sevatar knew very well that the scales left by his Uncle had an extremely strong special attack against the Warp.

"Your Excellency, please."

"Little Bat, whether you like it or not, I can feel that you are very attached to Mr. Han."

"If I have no feelings for my own Dad, wouldn't I be no different from all of you monsters?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about; you've always known what it is."

"Horus of the XVI Legion doesn't know, but Mr. Han educated you from a young age, and you inherited Mr. Han's knowledge and wisdom. You are clear-headed; you know what it is."

"Sevatar, wait."

"The Boss, don't forget what Uncle said: Chaos Gods are not worth believing in."

"I know."

Slaanesh was then invited to sit down, Thirteen-Person Group present at a round table.

"Little Bat, do you think your feelings for Mr. Han are right?"

Curze did not answer.

"And what about you little bats? Do you think your feelings for Mr. Han are right?"

No one else knew how to answer.

A strange stalemate ensued.

What do you want to say?

"Father complex."

"You're just making things up."

"I govern emotions and experiences, and I never make mistakes in that area. Little Bat, think about it carefully, are you mentally healthy? If Mr. Han finds out, he will be very disappointed in you."

"I will solve my own problem, and I have always known this. In this respect, I have always regarded Horus as my mirror."

"I acknowledge the existence of the problem, but if you think you can mislead me with it, you're mistaken. Tell me your purpose, Chaos Gods."