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6/6/2016 4:40:33 PM
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He was sitting at his throne, and a mere gaze at him made her fall to her knees in admiration. He was massive, his arms were as thick as a space marine, and his legs were even thicker. His height around forty feet, his armour was built around him, as if he even needed any. It was heavy, like the armour of Khorne. It was the same colour as the rest of the palace. His facial features were absolutely beholding, immediately making the Daemonette infatuated, her knees basically like jello.
[i][u]"Hello there."[/u][/i]
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[b]Astrid tries to come up with something to say. But she couldn't, for the first time in her existence, she was speechless. She had never met someone as breathtaking as him.[/b] "I.... Uhh..... I...."
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He chuckles. His whole being radiated with power, charisma and will. [i][u]"At a loss for words?"[/u][/i]
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[b]She nods, her eyes filled with adoration for her new master.[/b]
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[i][u]"Am I what you expected?"[/u][/i]
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"N-No... You're even better..... I'll gladly serve...."
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[i][u]"Good. Then we won't have any issue."[/u][/i]
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"Yes Master......" [b]Astrid bows her head.[/b]
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[i][u]"please, rise. You are no mere servant."[/u][/i]
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"A-Are you sure?... I wasn't even a greater Daemonette when I served Slaasesh..."
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[i][u]"I will make you great. Your past needn't mark you... I will make you into my Daemon princess. But for this, I need to ascend into godhood."[/u][/i]
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"How can I help you with that? Your will is my command..."
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[i][u]"I have an operation planned. You know of Isha, yes?"[/u][/i]
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"No, I'm afraid not....."
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[i][u]"Isha is the Eldritch god of life, Regeneration, love and compassion. After the war on heaven, where the Eldar pantheon was weakened by their own inner strife, and Slaanesh was born, Isha was beaten by Slaanesh. But before the newborn god could devour her like it did the others, she was rescued by Nurgle. Nurgle, to this day, keeps her prisoner, testing his plagues onto her, but never killing her since she is the god of rejuvenation. If I free her from Nurgle, perhaps she could help me ascend into godhood."[/u][/i]
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"I like the sound of that... I've never like Nurgle anyway, he's just so gross....." [b]Astrid smiles at him.[/b] "What do you need me to do?"
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[i][u]"you Daemonettes are expert assassins. You are masters of stealth. I will need your talent to help me sneak into his lair and free her. It will be only us two, since more would attract too much attention."[/u][/i]
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"Alright, I can do that. As long as I have my crossbows and scythe, I'm ready for anything."
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[i][u]"We will most likely not be fighting. His lair is somewhat empty of enemies, for the master of filth."[/u][/i]
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"That's good, anything else my Lord?"
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[i][u]"Yes. One more thing. I believe I should give you some power. Even though I am not in a proper shape to ascend you to a higher form, this should suffice as a welcome gift."[/u][/i]
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"Oh? What do you have in mind?" [b]Astrid looks at him with interest.[/b]
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[i][u]"I can give you a stronger mind, able to resist psychic attacks. And after I have ascended, I will grant you shape morphing abilities. Your power will grow beyond belief... you will be perfect. Fit to be my queen."[/u][/i]
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"Yes my Lord.... I'm glad to be with you...." [b]Astrid smiles at him.[/b]
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He raises his hand, a second throne erecting from the ground. He smiles, pointing it with his hand. [i][u]"Sit."[/u][/i]
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[b]Astrid walks over and sits in it, her eyes filled with joy.[/b]
