The Warp. The swirling unending sea of raw chaos that lay just behind the face of reality.
The Vile Garden of Nurgle. Home to every disease ever known and more, where the Dark Grandfather of Sickness holds court in a rotten mansion.
A Burning Wake. A barren, purified scar that now stretches throughout the realm of death.
The Maiden Knight, the result of thousands of years of labor, and the countless souls of the most devoted of Isha's warrior-priestesses.
For so long, this amalgam of souls has burned its way across the Warp, slaying all in its way, demon, cultist, and lost soul alike. Now they stand at the gates of Hell itself, ready to do whatever it takes to free the Mother Goddess. With a sickening groan, the door opens ponderously, rusted hinges creaking.
Inside waits something not even the wisest of Farseers could have foreseen. A horde of Slaneeshii demons, a wriggling, writhing mass of vibrant flesh violently indulging in each other. An endless cacophony of lilting, unnatural moans fills the air as every kind of imaginable carnal horror takes place. Worst of all, the souls of fallen Eldar are scattered about, enduring mind-searing agony.
Closest to the entrance, two Keepers of Secrets thrust their tree-trunk sized cocks into the ruined holes of two once-proud Eldar warriors. Their eyes are rolled back, their bodies twisted and broken to accommodate the rabid demons. With a ground-shaking roar, one of the Keepers reached his climax, his fuckpuppet's face twisting into a shattered mask of confusion and horror, her mind broken long ago. With each hard thrust into her gaping cunt, the demon shoots another load of tainted spunk, filling her, pouring out around its cock and causing the eldar's belly to expand horrifically, the dark magick of She-Who-Thirsts keeping her from ripping open.
Others were not given the same protection, judging by the piles of vaguely humanoid meat being devoured and ravaged by hordes of demonettes.
This was impossible! Why would the oldest and the youngest ever work together? How could the spawn of She-Who-Thirsts even exist here? No matter, they must succeed, even more so now when unimaginable suffering and degradation surely awaits both them and their goddess should they fail.<|im_end|>
Time flowed unpredictably within the warp and only those beings born into the place could truly understand its nature. It was pure chaos, flowing forwards and backwards at the same time, where nothing was certain beyond the realms of the gods.
When the Maiden Knight stood at the garden's gates, she stood in defiance of the odds. Countless dead demons lay in the great avatar's wake, yet as they had died, the path she'd blazed had become clear, and it wasn't so hard for the dark prince of pleasure to realize where she must be going. A thousand souls kept from her grasp by those fragile little constructs housed in that beautiful shell.
Nurgle had been all too willing to grant them access in exchange for a portion of them since so many went to She-Who-Thirsts to begin with, and more to test his many gifts upon would be greatly welcome.
Against one god, there could only have been victory. Against two, there was no hope for anything but failure.
The Greater Daemons did not even bother to cease their thrusting, as they leaped at the Maiden Knight, two arms continuing the work of bracing the mind-broken warriors against their ravaging while the other four reached for her, some swinging blades, others simply grasping, reaching, groping, tearing coverings and teasing flesh with both pleasure and pain. Blows that would fell any mortal could not fell the Knight, and so they held nothing back, surrounding her, trying to lift her up and impale her.
Meanwhile, hot on the greater beings' heels daemonettes and nurglings alike surged around the Knight, plucking at the hundreds of soulstones they could reach, and for every hundred or thousand that failed it was inevitable that the occasional one would succeed, plucking a crimson gem away and crushing it to manifest an untainted Eldar Warrior's soul, each one of whom was instantly swarmed by more shrieking demons...<|im_end|>