【Kadia】

Fogen could feel it.

It's right there.

That can make the original fate of the existence of the master...... It's right there.

Fugen stumbled to the place where his best friend was buried, the long subspace voyage had completely destroyed his body, and in a breath, Fugen felt the blood foaming from his lungs.

The messy hair obscured the vision, and the original body frantically pulled them away, continuing to push forward.

Fugen ran on the earth where everything had been extinguished, and in the distance, on the horizon of what should have been the rising sun, was a tide of darkness surging and struggling.

He knew it was staring at him, its pure, greedy, emotionless gaze at the primordial form, at his wretched appearance, at his broken soul.

But Fogen was unafraid.

He only wanted to be sure of one thing—the Milky Way overturned, the stars fell, but after eons of time, they would rise again, but old friends would no longer exist.

For Fogen, it was all about retrieving everything...... No, it's impossible...... It's late, it's late.

Because Fogen has already made a deal.

After the farce of fratricide, he is swept into turbulence and thrown into the realm of false gods.

Under the gaze of the Most High, He wanted him to kneel, to bow his head.

The original didn't do that.

The phoenix swore not to bend his knees.

His rebellion piqued His interest...... He was in high spirits, and the gods within the Six Rings of Slaanesh seemed to have a premonition about all this, and the resistance of the original body even brought ...... Pleasure.

He struggled, defied, and vowed never to compromise.

The primordial was trapped there, trapped in a cage prepared for him by the gods, and he watched as his children fell into the tide of demons, unable to survive or die.

The feeling of being corrupted came along the subspace link between the original and the child, and he felt like he was crumbling...... But where is the way out?

In the corner of the chaotic subspace, in the midst of the rolling waves of purple madness, on the other side of the complete chaos of time and space, the original body trapped by Slaanesh's great power glanced up, and in the trance of his soul, he saw that existence.

The water of the River Styx, like a viscous liquid, slowly flowed down the waves of subspace.

The Primordial didn't know why he saw it in the realm of Slaanesh—perhaps because it was so large in the galaxy? Or is it too intimidating in the middle of the galaxy?

Or is it in the future, or in the past, that it has indeed invaded the realm to the point that it is visible to the primordials trapped here?

What is that existence?

Fogen didn't care, but the Primordial was clearly aware of the pain the monster itself had inflicted on the subspace, and at the edge of the pitch-black cavern, all existence screamed and devoured, and they tried to escape, but they were slowly and firmly drawn into the darkness.

Fogen knew his chance had come.

He tried to call on it, but the Primordial, unaware of the Stygian's true form, was unable to seek its gaze—the Primordial's attempt had caused him even more intense torment of Slaanesh.

He tormented him, more intensely, more and more urgently—why did He tremble? Why did He wait?

Forgen felt the hypocrisy's lust for him, and He would never let him go, and in the highest days without time, the torment would only end.

He had to leave.

While the black beast was still hovering here.

The original body could not confirm the whereabouts of the beast, in the midst of thousands of waves, its figure was uncertain, it was huge, intimidating, but also vague, hazy, in the fierce impact of the supreme heaven, it seemed that the next moment it would suddenly disappear.

And its distance from here...... It is changing with the ups and downs of the original body's thoughts.

Eventually, the primordial realized that when his mind pointed to that particular corner, the greedy gaze swept over the place—an ominous undertone over the palace of desire.

In the fierce ups and downs, the flow of blood and lust, the original body's mind grasped the key he needed, and his decision will change the future, and the future will affect the subspace at this moment.

It's looming.

In his mad desire, Fogen thought that he needed to leave, that he needed to get out of here—no! He can't stay any longer! This is his last chance, otherwise, he will completely fall into this drunken abyss.

He was waiting—waiting for the Primordial to give Him a chance, and He watched him patiently, waiting for him to make his request.

He seemed to be expecting something, too.

【…… I want to ......]

The primordial pupils had begun to dilate, and he squeezed the words out of his toothless mouth, each syllable causing his bare lungs to rise and fall like deflated pink inflatables.

【…… Make a deal with you. 】

The nails that pierced his flesh groaned in satisfaction, and the mirror that had been placed in front of the original body from beginning to end began to fog up, and his consciousness took one last look at himself, and he saw a blurred presence of flesh and blood, and various kinds of viscous liquid trickled down the bumps, the scars of love.

Slowly, word for word, Fugen uttered his request,

[My will will always remain pure,]

The Primordial said that with his words, the Primordial felt the gloom of the Slaanesh Palace, and that in the coming future, he had lost some of his power.

...... the end of the day What exactly are you expecting?

[Put my soul in the closest place to it...... In exchange, you take the perfect part of my body and leave me with the mutilation. 】

[If you agree,]

[Now......]

Fugen felt that his mouth was overflowing with fishy sweet blood, mixed with unknown pieces of flesh, and the Slaanesh demon army with various torture instruments around him quietly disappeared, and in a dull gray pink, only the original body hanging upside down on the cross and the mirror opposite him remained,

It was as if his position was collapsing,

【…… The deal can be done now. 】

Passion and madness faded together, the future was decided, and under the carved palace, there sounded a laugh like a coquettish scolding and a silver bell,

+ Deal! +

It was as if he was looking forward to the deal, and the original body couldn't think much and his brain trembled to think that he didn't understand...... Naturally, he didn't understand!

Obviously, with his words, he could already clearly feel that the power of the pseudo-god was beginning to weaken, and that part of the disappeared power would be swallowed by the dark water, and he would never return!

But why did He say yes so simply?

He was in a trance, he heard the laughter between the draped silk curtains, he saw the graceful figure that suddenly rose up after the hazy spinning, he laughed loudly, rippling like spring water, and threw his brushed eyes back at the eyes that looked at him.

The eyes of warning or temptation are gone.

He walked to His dressing table, and the maids drew the curtains for Him, and His brows were reflected in the mirror, and He gladly commanded the servants to bring out His treasures.

+Okay, okay~+

The youngest lady called, "Go away, go away, they won't understand him."

He trembled and thought excitedly.

Is He conforming to His concept? Or is it going against His concept? The Prince of Darkness didn't want to explore the emotions that followed, he focused only on that moment, the ultimate moment.

This moment belongs only to Him and the other side, and nothing else to do with it.

After tasting that unique experience, the bone-eating itch still pursued Him, how pleased He was, how He loved it.

The youngest lady is in charge of desire, the pinnacle of perfection, and he pursues the extreme—the of absolute perfection.

He is the god awakened from the self-mutilating of the spirits.

The black and purple bracelet made a soft sound, and the black veil was covered in the corner of the purple silk, and the balance of the Supreme Heaven could never be broken, since they would not let their desires continue to spread......

So why not choose a big for yourself?

Ah~~~~ This wonderful-wonderful everything!

…… Of course, oh, yes, of course, of course, of course—

+ My dear, +

The long, tough pink tongue licks through the fangs,

+ Your love is also by its side. +

+ Go to him. +

The delicate arms bent and twisted away his perfect body, and the tattered mass was thrown away by Him at will, and the brow was bent and the pity was reflected in the pure starlight of the discarded thing, but in the face of the greater Bliss, these were insignificant sacrifices!

Oh my God—He's already, He's impatient!

Come, Beloved!

No, let's make up for the winter vacation...... Soul Spitting ......

(End of chapter)