Written by Alex Prather with input from Tony Baumert & Eddy Bonnet and edited by Isabel Harrison

Dechala returned to the warp, her home. With the death of her god the warp was the only place where she felt vaguely safe from the daemons of the other gods since most daemons there had better things to care about. While preparing her warband the Tak’neisen for future battles, an idea slithered into her mind, a sinister, twitsted idea of manipulation and betrayal. An idea to finally free her from the reigns of her husband. Her desire to reach daemonhood matched her ferocity in service to Excess but her potential was held back by her husband who wished to keep her subservient to him. How would she break the taint of her own upbringing though? She couldn’t return to her husband, the Daemon Prince Samael, she refused to be his pawn. Her god was gone and in order to not succumb to slavery like most of her kin had to the other gods, she must become powerful in her own right.

Ideas crashed around inside her head, bouncing off ideas of lustful service to other daemons. The calls to give up and return to her husband left her frustrated in all the ways one can imagine she might. Futile, vain compromises to Excess even arouse inside her mind, slithering between other ideas of damning deals to other daemons. Finally her mind had rested on an idea, a deal so foolish, so vain that she dared not even attempt it, for it could ruin her. Her idea was to plead to another Daemon Prince, Azazel, in the feign hopes that he would assist her in destroying Samael, freeing her from his bondage forever. The daemon princes are immortal and so in a time of devastation would be her sure-fire route to survival. But her ambitions did not end there. She must be free and the best way to escape the control of an immortal, is by setting him up against another one. And so she hoped in truth that the two daemon princes would destroy each other and thereby finally leave her with no-one to call masteror husband anymore. She slithered through the warp, keeping her warband back in case she needed them to intervene. She was preparing herself mentally for what she would have to witness. Was she ready to persuade and deceive a Daemon Prince?

After carefully navigating the shifting form of the chaos warp Dechala had arrived at her destination, the pleasure palace of Azazel. Most pleasure palaces were overrun after the Dark Prince’s demise by the other gods’ denizens but not the Palace of Azazel. It stood strong and tall, a sign that none had dared oppose his will. Carefully she approached knowing that the slightest mistake, the smallest of misspoken words would see her completely and utterly destroyed, and unable to ever be free. She wandered the halls to find Azazel committing ‘pleasurable acts’ onto a former daemonette turned daemon of Nurgle, her once curvaceous body formed by the dreams of Slaanesh now beset by pustules and plague. Unlike Dechala, Azazel remains convinced that their God will return once more and so when he finds a being whose faith in Excess has waned, he makes sure to impart pleasures upon them like which would drive all mortals to lose their minds entirely. Azazel noticed the slithering sound of Dechala’s tail and stopped to glance at the disturbance before approaching the small mortal. His tongue was lustful, and wickedly lashed between his teeth as he spoke. “What brings Dechala the Denied to my Palace of Pleasures? Does your husband know you came here?”

Azazel’s form was beautiful, yet equally grotesque and sent waves of pleasure crashing through Dechala’s body. She struggled to maintain herself in the presence of Azazel, ideas of succumbing to the power of the Daemon Prince nearly surfaced and whispered within the deepest crevices of her mind but she forced them down. She had to maintain control of herself and struggled to even mount the words to propose her deal. “I’ve come to ask you to assist me.”

The Daemon let out a hideous laughter that sent even more powerful waves of lust crashing throughout her mind. Dechala truly struggled to maintain herself in the presence of such a beautiful being. Azazel’s jet-black hair, ran down to his shoulders and was what she was currently focusing on, not the eyes of the Daemon Prince which would certainly lead her into temptations she could never remove herself from. “Ah, yes you would see me act against your beloved husband. Another Daemon Prince to our dormant lord and lady. What do you have to offer me?”

Dechala swallowed hard. Even attempts at forming simple sentences and words had become increasingly difficult in the presence of such a being. Her mind had only been wracked in such a manner once before, when she had the full gaze of Slaanesh on her, she was unable to resist the temptation then. Now however she struggled to the best of her abilities. “Only the power you would gain from such a struggle.”

The Daemon Prince let out more boastful laughter, that sent shivers down to Dechala core, her body had begun to tremble against her will in lustful desires. She was unsure of how long she could maintain her resistance to the beautiful gaze of Azazel. “Then you have nothing to offer me, and have wasted my time. Now tell me, how exactly would you like to perish?”

Angry react – Dechala resists the Daemon Prince, but instead of attempting to plead with him further decides to attack. Her weapons are easily deflected by the Daemon Prince own mighty weapon in a show of both grace, and grotesque ferocity. Dechala’s will further deteriorates over the coarse of the battle, her strikes becoming slower, more held back. She uses her snake like body to avoid the blows of the Daemon Prince but her body slowly starts to defy her, making it harder and harder to dodge the lethal swings. In a finally act of defiance Dechala attempts to flee from the Daemon Prince who laughs before using his gorgeous wings to lift him into flight and catch up to Dechala in a matter of seconds before delivering the fatal blow that cleaved her in half.

Sad React – Dechala continues to attempt and barter a way into winning the Daemon Prince’s favour but her actions are nothing less than futile. Her body beginning to fail in the presence of such pure temptation, and beauty. Her mental ability to resist finally fails her Dechala succumbs to the invites of the Daemon Prince, her body lost in the ecstasy of the moment. Waves of pleasure and torturous failure rush through her and Dechala is forever in the service of the Daemon Prince.

Love React – Dechala continues her attempts to barter, the Daemon Prince does his best to listen, and resist the temptation to kill her on the spot. Dechala instead of giving into her temptations resists them. Her words becoming clearer as she continues to carefully navigate Azazel’s patience. Until finally the two come to conclusion, one that surprisingly is in Dechala’s favor. Azazel agrees to plot and scheme with her against the other Daemon Prince of Slaanesh.

Laugh React – Abandoning all reason and sanity Dechala attacks the Daemon Prince with a beautiful array of blows from her swords. The Daemon Prince deflects and parries the blows with masterful skill. Azazel makes no attempts to attack Dechala in return, amused by her futile attempts to slay him. The Daemon Prince’s patience is finally brought to its weakest when in a clever move Dechala sends a flurry of blows forward all to be deflected while swinging her tail around to finally sting Azazel in his side. Of course her poison has no effect on the Daemon but it finally causes him to go on the offence. Azazel using both his Daemonic Weapon and Chitinous claws to assault Dechala. Dechala manages to carefully block the blows as she slowly retreats from the losing battle. Another of Dechala blows slips through Azazel’s defences as she counters his offensive and with that distraction she flees. Azazel spread his wings to pursue the elf-daemon and flew through the glass ceiling of his palace to wait above and pounce down on her when she exits the palace below. However, just as he prepared to pounce, two ballista bolts were suddenly launched and pierced his wings, which caused him to tumble down to the surface of the warp below. He attempted to stand to fight the snake on foot only for both his arms to be caught within the whips of the Tak’neisen who together pulled his arms behind his back. Dechala emerged from the palace and charged forward at the daemon prince, planting two daggers in his throat and the remaining four in his chest. Her plan to free herself from Samael had been momentarily set back but at least she now knew it was possible to kill a Daemon Prince.

Wow react – Azazel attacks Dechala his Daemonic weapon twisting as if alive but Dechala deflects the blow. She does her best to defend against the elegant onslaught from the Daemon Prince. Dechala making slow movements towards the exit now understanding the error in her plan. There is no way to destroy a Daemon Prince in the warp, not without the intervention of a Chaos God. Before she can retreat Azazel lets out a flurry of blows from both his Daemonic weapon and his claws in a futile defense Dechala blocks the blows from the sword but the claws of the Daemon Prince cleave through the sinew of flesh, muscle and bone of two of her arms. Wounded Dechala turns and flees from the Daemon Prince and with a final swing from his Weapon Azazel severs Dechala’s stinger from her tail before she can finally retreat into the warp. Azazel chooses not to pursue Dechala instead feeling like the wounds he gave her were sufficient for the time she had wasted.

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