Editing Heretical Love (section)

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The Emperor downs another pitcher of his favorite beer as he laughs at Typhus’s Ork joke. That dude is seriously a comedy gold mine.
“Ah damn, gotta drain the “psycher”, be right back.” He says, slapping Typhus on the back, who turns to tell Slaanesh one about a Tech-priest walking into a bar.
He stumbles a bit as he makes his way to the little gods room, finally relieving himself.
“Oh Terrah, that’s better…”
Suddenly, the lights go out.
“What in my name?” He mutters, spinning around.
Tzeentch is standing there in all her glory.
…Holding her head as she looks at the ground, completely lost on what to do next.
“Emperor… I…” She stammers.
He looks at her quizzically.
“Ohhhh… Screw the plan!” She shouts, throwing herself at him.

"Tzeentch, what are you..." The Emperor stammers, as he looks down at the red-faced chaos goddess.
"Quiet, you fool! Don't ruin this..." She says, before working to strip off his armor.
The Emperor is a bit stunned as he takes in the sight.
"Ugh, this is so hard to remove." Tzeentch grinds her teeth as she pulls at his codpiece.
"It's... Its my first time, so be gentle, ok?" The raven goddess says quietly, face burning.
Slowly, she lowers her queen of change toward his golden throne...
"So...So good!" Tzeentch yells as she thrusts the Emperor's holy sword into her void of chaos.
"I feel the warp overtaking me, it is a good feeling!". He shouts as her hands grab his hips.