Editing The Tales of the Emperasque: Part Sixteen (section)

==The Warp==

The Vaults of Excess echoed with screams of horror and agony. Hundreds of thousands of Dark Eldar souls were pouring in, and basking in delicious fear, the daemons of Slaanesh cavorted. Where the halls of the Palace of the Prince has previously been filled with the sullen grumbling of the freshly-defeated Emperor’s Children, now it rang with delighted laughter and terrified whimpering.

The Prince himself sat on his throne, feeling the experiences of a hundred thousand immortal hedonists race through him. He throbbed with the power and excess in which the Dark Eldar had reveled, and laughed contentedly. “And they lived happily ever after,” he giggled.

A daemon waddled in, arms full of thrashing wyches. Slaanesh extended one sensuous tentacle and scooped them up, absorbing their experiences, and casting their trembling specters to his servants, who scurried away, already planning their fun.

“Oh, now, this does make up for lost time, doesn’t it?” Slaanesh said cheerfully. “I wonder if dear old Arha will pop in for a visit?”

“One hopes,” a daemonette by his side purred, snagging herself a treat and enjoying it. “I wonder how many more are coming?”

“Who cares?” Slaanesh retorted, basking in the power that raced through him. “Oh…so many wondrous experiences to share!”

“Do we even know where they’re coming from, Master?” the daemonette asked, running her grotesque tongue over her master’s leg.

“Hee hee, I DO! They come from deepest Commorragh itself! Oh, I wish those humans would take the initiative more often if this is the result!” Slaanesh said happily.