[Warning in this chapter: Warning of very slight sleain in this chapter]

Yes......

O god awakened from the fallen desires of the spirits...... The essence of the endless thrill-seeking......

But as far as the gods are concerned, but for those chimeras of huge concepts mixed together, is there really a hope in this world that the gods cannot be satisfied?

He was driven by the nature of striving for perfection, but it was all a game at hand, and the most primitive thrill came from the heart of the creature that feared the price—the difference between a gamble and a street game was nothing more than the difference in chips.

The more chips are piled up on the table, the more pleasant pain is felt, with the sweetness of dopamine secretion.

Never-ending betting on your chips, money...... Body...... Life...... The layers of staking bring unforgettable pain, and the frenzied joy of victory.

The god of thrills and pleasures is no stranger to this, and he has seduceed innocent souls countless times to fall into this way, enjoying the twisted and painful pleasures of their souls.

…… But for Him...... Did He ever experience the moment before he fell into the abyss?

Does the abyss really exist for Him?

Maybe there was no choice in front of the gods in the past, but now, when mortals have the ability to kill gods, the gods themselves also have a sharp blade that can pierce their necks!

He stood before the abyss and fell in ecstasy.

It's coming!

Here He is!

The past and the future have turned into vague phantoms under the flow of the dark water, and the present is in vain.

Let Him be fully immersed in the turbulent flow of joy of the here and now!

Right now! Only now! Him and it! Come on! Come on!

He cheered.

Pain! Pain! Pain! The supreme joy of pain!

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With the pride of the emperor who fell into the supreme heaven as the anchor point, among the six desires, the huge power of the conceptual layer poured in, slowly and greedily devouring all the existence that is tangible and colored.

The process was not as intense as the first time, it came to an abrupt end, and the sheer size of both sides slowed it all down...... Become...... It makes him dizzy.

The Kuroshio Tide poured in, seeping through the closed doors, and in the fluttering pink light, the marble double doors carved with silver amethyst gradually melted, as soft and weak as melting ice cream on a summer day, and they fell tremblingly, dripping into the darkness and falling into the land of death.

A cold feeling of powerlessness came up from the end of the senses.

The devouring began.

The lowest demons screamed, they scattered and fled, and the youngest lady lazily listened to their prayers to you, and he licked their horror from the inside out, for the souls created by His hand also had such sweet moments.

The appetizer before the suffocation has already brought enough surprises to the Prince of Darkness.

He couldn't help but caress his carefully selected companion, the cute little spirit doll, his fingertips pierced the flesh and skin, peeling off layers of flesh and blood, whimpering and wheezing together, blood and liquid flowed out together, and with the actions of the Prince of Darkness, the crystal edge beside the bed flashed with a kaleidoscopic and strange purple image.

The youngest lady listened contentedly to the silence under the magnificent dome, and the singing and dancing that had not stopped for eons of time came to an abrupt end.

In the beginning, He was whole.

He danced on the bed surrounded by his own silk curtains, devouring his soul, and between the hazy light veils, the dancing body flashed with a little starlight, and countless gold and silver jewels rippled on the body of the youngest lady, brighter than the sun, softer than the Milky Way.

For the most miserable in the world, the jewelry on the beautiful woman is more beautiful than the beautiful woman.

The dark and biting water of the lake slowly rises upward, and the reflection of layers of gold mountains is reflected on the calm surface, and endless gold coins are piled up into mountains, like pig-like people arching and digging in between, willing to be moths in the rice piles.

The first gold coin fell as the greedy man excavated it and fell into the black river that slowly flowed through the ground.

Disappear silently.

No amount of treasure was thrown away, and tears made of pearls fell from the mountains of gold.

The demons of greed for gold and silver screamed, leaving behind their depraved and ripe souls, and they ran behind them, but the door to the next ring was closed, not welcoming them in.

The demons banged on the door in despair, letting out piercing growls and curses.

However, the foolish do not understand the sincere plea for mercy.

In the Circle of Greed, the Stygian Water greedily swallows the treasures of the world.

Gold and silver, agate jade, but in the next corner of the grand narrative, the monotonous background is far less vibrant than the garden.

The river continued to rise, not past the ankles of the demons, the demons who had lost their feet screamed and fell instantly, they tried to struggle to get up, but the essence of the black river was not the real flow, their bodies that fell into the darkness disappeared instantly, and the screams came suddenly, and they tried to lift up, and half of their dead faces fell into the river.

Powerful demons began to use their companions as stepping stones, and they trampled on their companions desperately, driven by fear, and in an instant, a wriggling mountain of flesh was piled up in front of the gluttonous gates, and the jewels on their bodies made the mountain shine brightly.

From time to time, a person who has lost his footing falls from a great height and falls into absolute death.

+Ah......+

The Prince of Darkness let out a sigh of contentment, and he couldn't help but caress his smooth skin, the gold and silver jewels that had fallen into the flesh melted, and he felt him melt, and in the utter cold, his hot, noisy exterior was peeled away, revealing the naked core in between.

It's been a long time since His appearance has been so monotonous...... It's so simple, it's like a virgin.

How...... What a wonderful experience!

+ Fast... Come on. +

The youngest lady cried out, and he obeyed his concept, and he bowed his head like a beast, and on top of his soft, deep bed, in the shadow of his body, lay a little cutie, whose tightly sealed mouth trembled, what a lovely and stubborn little spirit.

The gold and silver, which had liquefied and turned into stinking droplets, dripped down the ravines of the Dark Prince's muscles on the face of the Spirit Clan.

He stretched out his hand—what a clean hand, no ring, no bone-piercing bracelet—and took off the clumsy imitation mask, which was thrown from the bed at will.

He stroked the harlequin's face to the extreme, buried his head, and kissed the corner of the doll's mouth

He was skinny, his belly empty, his fangs growing violently, turning into a demon, his mouth turning into a sucker, his fangs screaming in circles, kissing his partner like the sweetest lover, cradling like maggots on his tarsal bones, true love, trembling, gratefully scraping every grain of flesh.

The beast of darkness bared its fangs and slammed open the gluttonous door.

It changed, it became more reckless, more impatient, after tasting one of the six desires......

The Prince of Darkness stood up, and beneath him was a broken skeleton, and he couldn't help biting his fingers, and one hand caressing his blood-covered face,

Behold, he knew it too would perish.

…… It's all like that.

All things will eventually sink into the six rings of Slaanesh,

He bit his finger and chewed it eagerly.

Come, come, He is getting hungry.

He bit off his palm, swallowed it in one gulp, his neck bulging like a python swallowing a giant egg, and before he could chew again, he leaned down in a panic, licked the blood-soaked silk like a pig, and swallowed the silk torn by the spikes of his tongue—He was hungry! He was hungry!

The Dark Prince's other hand couldn't help but go down his waist, and he trembled with great hunger, was that what it felt? Will it feel endless hunger? Is this the essence of its devouring?!

Hades - Hades!!

Under extreme torture, the whimpering Prince of Darkness whimpered its name between the corners of his mouth.

In the highest heaven, the other three waves shook violently, as if screaming, as if arguing.

The water tumbled and made huge waves, and the rare delicacies disappeared in the blink of an eye along with the people who devoured them, and the sea filled with wine was only a mouthful of the Lord of the Underworld, and with a wave of its huge hand, the fat on the long table was swept away.

Accustomed to the Ring of the Six Desires, it became even more unscrupulous, and it did not stop at the table that Slaanesh had prepared for it, but devoured them violently, and then went deeper.

This was frustrating for the youngest lady, but its straight to the point made it even more ecstatic.

In the presence of starving ghosts, the flesh and blood of the beautiful woman is more fragrant than the beautiful woman.

Are you here for my flesh and blood, my dear?

Slaanesh sighed contentedly, and suddenly he was not hungry, and he collapsed in a mess of softness, stretching his waist wildly.

He is the serpent of desire that devours his fears.

The snake of desire, which tries to fill its never-ending greed.

+Come ~+

With the words of the Prince of Darkness, the third door opened on its own.

The tentacles reached in greedily, but unexpectedly, the Ring of Pleasure was empty.

Countless bloodstained, dried chains hung down the walls, and the former hall of pleasure was transformed into an abandoned torture chamber.

In the middle of the hall, there is only a huge bed that is no longer luxurious and fragrant.

Squeak—the sound of a weight rising and falling on the bed sounded, and Slaanesh, who resembled Fugen, got up and stepped barefoot on the cold, hard earth.

The pearl chain that ran through his ankle had long since turned into a rusty chain, and he was content, but he stood there as if he never knew what self-control was.

Slaanesh sighed, and the voice of pain and regret echoed in the six rings of Slaanesh,

+ My dear, this is our end. +

He stared at the darkness, feeling fear peeling back at his core.

A voice like a silver bell rang out, and he giggled,

+ But the good news is that we still have some private time~+

No, yes!

(End of chapter)