Chapter 2: Is Slaanesh Chasing Me?

The Emperor responded!

Above the void, the cold sun forged by the Emperor's will shone like a star, so sacred and divine!

Buzz!

The waves of the psychic tides spread out.

Despite the endless distance, Eden could still feel the surging psychic energy.

What immense power!

He quickly reacted, calling out within his consciousness, "Your loyal servant needs saving, Emperor!"

But the sun representing the Emperor gave no response, and no gaze fell upon Eden.

The Emperor slumbered, allowing his light to shine impartially.

Another wave of psychic energy hit, and before he could react, Eden was kicked out of the psychic space.

He opened his eyes to see the green plains and the tempting bodies surrounding him. He was still in Slaanesh's palace!

Plop!

An eyeball fell to the ground, and Eden instinctively bent down to pick it up.

It took him a moment to realize that his eye socket was empty.

My eye!

Eden quickly shoved the eyeball back in place, too shocked to feel fear, his mind racing with questions.

How could this be? Didn't the Emperor manifest? Why is nothing happening?

Does he think I'm not loyal enough?

It turns out last-minute prayers don't work — now he was truly doomed!

Above the void, in the core of Slaanesh's palace, a gigantic purple shadow slowly manifested.

It was the master of the palace — Slaanesh.

Eden was furious, and since he was about to die, he didn't care anymore.

With his one good eye, he flipped the bird toward the void and cursed, "Slaanesh, I curse your ancestors!"

The shadow shifted slightly, and its gaze turned toward him.

Wherever its gaze fell, the demons knelt.

A powerful pressure surged toward him, and when the gaze locked onto Eden, the overwhelming force almost crushed him in an instant.

But then, the warm force from earlier appeared again, surrounding him with a golden light.

Space fluctuated violently, and a small rift opened up.

That mysterious power, defying Slaanesh's pressure, pulled Eden out of Slaanesh's palace.

Slaanesh's gaze paused briefly, seemingly surprised.

The god let out a soft chuckle, and an even greater desire erupted.

The entire palace quivered with life, ushering in an even more intense frenzy.

The Lord of Pleasure had taken note of this little insect and would personally prepare the most extreme pleasures for him!

At the same time, in the distant void of the Warp, a small sun radiated warm light, hiding beneath the grandeur of the great cold sun.

Eden screamed, feeling as if his body and soul were being stretched like noodles.

Then he was thrown into a washing machine, violently spun around, and finally pulled out and slammed into some solid entity.

...

In the peaceful sector of the Imperium, in the northern region of the Goli system, lay the planet Urth.

This was a typical industrial world, where deadly pollution covered the surface, and mutants ran rampant.

In the center of the continent, the hive city of Grant towered above the land, a mountain of metal housing tens of billions of people.

Every breath of air and every drop of water inside the hive city had been recycled millions of times.

People survived on corpse-starch and worked day and night, praying for the Emperor's blessing.

Life here was harsh, except for those at the very top.

They enjoyed sunlight, fresh air, and water, controlling everything on the planet.

The most powerful among them was the Planetary Governor, who held absolute authority, with the power of life and death!

At the top of the hive, in the king's court, inside a massive mansion, combining Victorian and steampunk styles, an opulent bedroom glittered with luxury.

Eden woke up screaming.

I'm alive?

Eden realized he was unharmed and breathed a sigh of relief.

The Emperor must have saved him — belief in the Emperor really could save lives in the Warhammer universe!

He decided to carry a copy of the Imperial Creed with him at all times and read it often — maybe even memorize it!

Praise the Emperor!

As the tension eased, Eden noticed his unfamiliar surroundings.

Where am I now?

Shattered fragments of memories rushed into his consciousness, forcefully entering his mind.

After absorbing the memory fragments, Eden finally understood the whole story.

It was quite complicated.

The Planetary Governor of Urth, Eden Grant, had indulged in excessive drinking and pleasures, engaging in inappropriate activities with a maid in his bedroom.

Playing too recklessly, he had fallen victim to Chaos corruption and was dragged into Slaanesh's palace, where his already weakened body perished in terror.

Eden's soul happened to transmigrate into the body of the deceased Eden Grant, which led to the thrilling and terrifying scenes he had just experienced.

Luckily, the Emperor's blessing had saved him.

Eden had inherited both Grant's body and memories.

Now, he had the signature black hair of the Grant family, with deep eyes and a pale face that looked a bit stern. Overall, he appeared somewhat frail.

But on the whole, he had become more handsome.

The only trouble was that the memories he inherited were incomplete.

Many parts were missing or hazy, as though shrouded in mist.

But regardless, Eden was now the Planetary Governor of the Imperium and the ruler of Urth — Eden Grant!

This was misfortune mixed with a little luck.

The night was deep, and the faint red moonlight filtered through the stained glass windows of the balcony, casting a soft glow into the room.

Suddenly, Eden remembered something — wasn't he just doing something inappropriate with the maid?

Where's the maid?

"My dear, are you looking for me?"

A disturbing sound, like bones grinding together, came from the darkness.

What the hell is that noise? Eden immediately became alert.

"Did you forget about me?"

A woman was facing the wall, her body shaking with sobs.

Before Eden could react, her head spun 180 degrees to stare directly at him.

It was the horrifying head of a Slaaneshi Daemonette, with hollow eye sockets and sharp teeth, and a long, dripping tongue.

Oh crap!

Is it chasing me here?

Can't get rid of it, huh?

"Why aren't you saying anything? Don't you think I'm beautiful?"

The Daemonette's body twisted and emerged from the shadows, bathed in moonlight, its deformed figure covered in spikes. The black maid uniform she wore was tattered.

There was no doubt, this was the maid, now fully corrupted into a monster.

"Couldn't wait for me, could you, my dear?"

The Daemonette swayed her hips as she approached the bed seductively, but the grotesque scene only made her more terrifying.

She climbed onto the bed, staring down at Eden. "Let's have some fun..."

"I'm not feeling great today, how about another time?"

Eden forced a stiff smile, trying not to provoke her. Using his memory, he discreetly pressed the alarm button beside the bed.

"But..." The Daemonette's long, pointed tongue slid across Eden's face. "I can't wait any longer!"

To hell with you!

Eden kicked the Daemonette off him and, remembering where it was hidden, pulled a miniature pistol from a secret compartment, aiming it at her and pulling the trigger.

Bang!

A puff of smoke erupted from the gun as the bullet hit the Daemonette's chest, causing her to fall backward.

Was it over?

"Ouch!"

The Daemonette stood up again, staring at Eden with a raspy voice. "But I like it. Hit me again!"

An SM-loving Daemonette? Well, I do enjoy helping others!

Eden pulled the trigger again, but no bullet came out.

What's going on, has the machine spirit displeased me?

He glanced at the ivory-and-gem-encrusted pistol in his hand and silently cursed Eden Grant's ancestors.

What kind of idiot uses a single-shot, black powder antique pistol for self-defense?

If you wanted protection, you should at least have a lasgun or a melta!

Eden threw the gun at the Daemonette and took the chance to flee the bed.

But his body, weakened from indulgence, was too frail. After only a few steps, he collapsed to the ground.

Struggling to get up, he saw the Daemonette charging toward him with a hideous face!

(End of Chapter)