When the Gods Come to Play

(3rd POV)

The Gods of Chaos, evil beings that wish nothing but to bring ruin to the world of man, or it would appear to the average mortals who view them.

Though they do enjoy pain and suffering of others, they do also enjoy the good emotions mortals have as well, but most if not all are evil in every sense of the term for the pain they bring onto mere mortals.

One such Goddess (In this story at least) is Slaanesh, Goddess of Carnal desire and dark emotions, and she was bored.

Now to say a bored god of chaos is a bad thing is saying something as Mallus, The World of Warhammer, has so many things a god of chaos can enjoy, more specifically bringing pain and suffering to the mortals that reside within it.

But their are only so many different ways a mortal can scream in anguish and ecstasy in Slaaneshes ears, she has heard it all and seen it all, and several sons of the same thing can get repetitive even for a god such as Slaanesh.

The only thing she and her brothers haven't been able to achieve is completely corrupt the world of Mallus and bring about the Final End Times and begin the True Age of Chaos as the Mortals of Mallus keep preventing the End Times, time and time again by constantly defeating their champions of chaos.

Though the same couldn't be said through Tzeentches games that he plays in his own personal miniature versions of the world of Mallas where he can see how things could ever possibly play out in their favor.

Though he sees all the ways everything would fail as well for them and how the mortals would defeat their champions and bring order to the world of Mallus.

But the thought of having her own mini Mallus that she could see in her image where carnal desires and dark emotions reign supreme across the world would be such a sight to see in her eyes, something she would enjoy and cherish as the world was made how she saw fit.

Though at the cost of a million of Slaaneshes mortal souls she was able to acquire her own world to shape how she saw fit, but it was also a reward for her followers.

The question was who out of all the daemon princes were worthy to go and dominate a world of Mallas in her name? Nakari? Azazel? Maybe one of the many other Daemon Princes of no real renown?

No she had a better idea, if a mortal follower of hers can traverse her domain of carnal desires and excess without falling to the temptations they offer will be granted one wish from her along with the choice of becoming her Will Incarnate within her own personal world of Mallus.

When she made her Will known, many came to best the challenges that her realm, and they all fell into the temptations they offered, greed, lust, gluttony, leadership, power, even eternal youth, these temptations were too much for the mortals to ignore as they fell to them one after another.

No matter how brave, strong, courageous or even of sound mind, none could ignore her realm's temptations, all except for one mortal man.

There wasn't anything special about him, in fact he was weak, frail even, as he used a walking stick to keep himself standing as he kept going down the rings of her realm.

His body was completely covered in thick robes made of some of the finest thread that mortals could acquire, but not a bit of skin was visible as only a expressionless mask adorned his face as he walked onward.

Endless glittering gems and gold didn't faze him as he kept walking, a never ending party where one could eat forever more meant nothing to him besides the knawing hunger in his belly, the seductive temptresses never entered his eyes as he kept walking, being offered all the power he wanted in the world didnt mean anything nor when the realm whispered to offer his deepest desires but he was unmoved as only Slaanesh herself can grant his wish and only her alone.

And finally before the very shore leading to her palace of excess and pleasure did he nearly stumble at the thought of a serene rest that the final obstacle offered him, one that many fell to, but he kept moving step by step as the voices of those who forever sleep begged him to stay, begged him to rest, but he wouldn't listen to their pleas as he finally reached the steps to her palace.

Slowly he made his way up the steps, but each step his body began to feel weaker and weaker before he fell to one knee and coughed up blood, a disease had been wracking his body all his life, one of Nurgles nasty machinations at play, and soon it was to claim his mortal life.

But he persisted, he persevered and at the final steps he only had the strength to crawl up them and reach the front doors to her palace as he pushed with all his meager strength to slightly open them and make his way inside.

But his body, wracked in pain would no longer listen to him as he laid there, breathing heavily as blood flowed from beneath the mask as he laid their dying as all he could do was stare with his blind eyes towards the sky as he felt the life slowly draining out of him.

"Bring the mortal to me." He could hear before suddenly he was surrounded by Alluresses and Daemonettes who grabbed his body as they hoisted him up before they brought him to the Throne Room of Slaanesh where he was knelt before the steps to her throne.

"Leave us, I wish to speak to the mortal alone." She said to which the Daemonettes and Alluresses bowed before skampering off through the various gapping holes in the walls to seek pleasure elsewhere.

"Nurgles filth has no place within my palace of perfection." She merely said and with a wave of her hand the disease began to fall off his body.

Black protruding lumps of leprosy fell off of his body one after another as the weakness in his bones and organs began to heal, not only that his hair began to grown from his patchy baldness in full while his eyes regained his sight along with his severed volcal cords regaining their former function allowing him to speak once again as all the cloth and disease was washed off him as if he was baptized and reborn anew.

Feeling his body back in full health and even regaining the ability to see he began to weep tears of joy as he thrower off his mask to reveal a handsome man underneath as he bowed before her in worship.

"Thank you! Thank you for this gift my lady, thank you for freeing me from that blighted sickness that was slowly eating my body." He said in a smooth velvety voice that didn't sound anything like the raspy voice he once had before the disease affecting his body made him mute and unable to speak, whether this was his voice if he never was bound to that life long sickness or a machination of Slaanesh is unkown to all but the goddess herself, but she definitely had a play within how his looks could even make Sigvald the Magnificent envious at how beautiful he looked.

"His diseases have no place here and only belong within his garden of filth, now mortal I have granted your deepest desire, the desire to be healthy and beautiful while forever wishing to serve me, and as you now serve me personally I shall bestow upon you my true gift of beauty and decadence." She said before the mortal man bowed his head as her mark was forever burned onto his back as his body began to change.

His body began to metamorphosis between different forms, from his human form to a High Elf, Dark Elf, Wood Elf, Dwarf, Chaos Dwarf, Cathian, Skaven, Greenskin, Undead Vampire, Living Tomb King, Beastmen and Lizardman, all of various shapes and sizes before his body returned to his original Human one before he fell to the ground with no strength left within his body.

"Now you have a body that perfectly fits any situation you see fit, almost like that little Changling that loves to cause chaos in Tzeentches name, now it's almost as if I have my very own, now rise my Harbinger, for now you forsake your life as a mortal and become my newest Daemon Prince, Rise Abbadon, The Prolificator, Rise in my name and bring my desires to fruit in MY world of Mallus!" She commanded her newest Daemon Prince as he rose to one knee before bowing his head towards her as his skin began to turn pink, ram horns grew out from his forehead as leathery bat wings sprung forth from out of his back.

"I am at your command my Goddess, how may I spread pleasure and ecstasy in your name?" He asked as his eyes became like that of a demon as he gave a snaggletoothed smile from ear to ear.

That day a man died but Abbadon was reborn in his place, and he was given one task, shape her personal world of Mallus in her image, drown the world in ecstasy and bend all the races to his will.

Without a second thought he agreed and entered Slaaneshes own personal World of Mallus show it what wonderful sights he had in store.

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Another smut fanfic I know I know but I've just got this itch that needs at least a bit of scratching.

Doesn't help that I've been making sexy Beastmen, Lizardmen and Skaven through the AI App that I got along with making Warhammer Beastmen and Lizardmen cannon in one of my other smut fics and I just thought make one that's focusing on the races of Warhammer Specifically.

But I'm leaving this as a heads up and that making Porn chapters is hard and I need to be in the mood to make them compared to normal non-sex chapters as I don't have to describe what's happening in so much detail and this one luckily isn't almost all smut like my Palworld fic but still has more than my Futa fic so expect upload to be sporadic and infrequently happening as a result.

I'll upload a picture for the cover, probably one of the pics I have generated already and see how this sight likes it as I can't post too sexy of stuff for front covers now.