(Obligatory content warning: forced sexual themes and abusive relationships.)

The Marcher Fortress, a vast and terrifying blackened citadel constructed deep inside the terrifying realm formerly known as the Realm of the Dark Prince.

Ever since the chaos god Slaanesh’s disappearance after a failed encounter with Nagash, the children of the Excessive Princess have barely limped on with most daemons of pleasure eventually succumbing to slavery at the hands of the other Dark Gods. Yet through this desolation, 6 former greater daemons and daemon princes have not only been able to retain their independence, but have learnt to thrive in this hungering domain they call home. These six greater daemons: the gluttonous Sslivox, the avid N’Kari, the carnal Azazel, the indolent Samael and those two others, Abyssa and Syll’esske, so vain and convinced of their paramouncy that their followers have never even bothered setting foot in the mortal realms, have all carved out portions of this former realm turned cosmic wasteland for themselves.

And so the Marcher Fortress stood, protected by its sheer size and surrounding forest of skull-laden brambles intended to mock the Blood God’s Realm to the North, as its occupant Samael gorged himself on his latest conquest, a captured blood hound he intended to defile.

Yet just as he was about to reach the best part of his meal, tearing off this blood hound’s skull and suckling from the sap of its stomach using his exceptionally long tongue, the daemon prince was suddenly disturbed when one of his minions entered his hall of pleasures to announce an uninvited visitor at the fortress gates, his wife!

Samael flew up to the ramparts of his citadel to gaze down upon his returned prize. The daemonette Dechala, a former High Elf princess taken from her family by Samael and corrupted into a snake-like beast with six arms, slithered toward the wall.

Samael: “Ah, my beloved. Come to seek forgiveness for abandoning my side? I’ll let you in of course, if only so I can delight in your pathetic begging and grant you the flogging you deserve.”

Dechala gazed up at her husband and former captor before spitting at the ground beneath her coiled tail. “I will never be yours! Not now! Not ever!” she yelled before the thundering crack of lightning shot down from the sky into the brambled forest behind her. The trees parted and the great daemon prince Azazel emerged from the flames, before being closely reinforced by an army of daemons striding through the forest as well as Dechala’s own warband the Tak’neisen (Tormentors).

Samael: “You leave me for him! He won’t be kinder to you, you harlot! Return here now or you will suffer a greater fate at my claws than your mortal imagination could ever imagine!”

Dechala: “Too late. I have allies now. Today, I gain my my freedom!”

Samael: “You won’t find it with him. Goodbye Dechala, you always were a disappointment.”

The daemon prince waved his arm and a force of daemonettes suddenly appeared by his side who proceeded to load several bolt throwers atop the castle walls. Dechala turned around to join Azazel’s side…

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• Wow React: As Dechala turned to join her allies she was suddenly struck straight through her back by one of the fortress’ ballista bolts. As she coughed up a fistfull of blood, she reached forward with her six arms in a desperate attempt to crawl away only to be hit by a second bolt.

Enraged at seeing one of their commanders sniped down, the attacking army charged toward the fortress as seeker chariots led the way while Azazel expanded his wings and set flight towards Samael.

Azazel flew into Samael, trading blows with his fellow daemon prince as he struck at it with his sword and claw arm. However, Samael proved himself too quick, able to slither and duck in unnatural ways until Samael finally coiled his way around the horned daemon and proceeded to secret a powerful venom from its tongue which lulled Azazel into a barely conscious state. With the daemon prince heavily sedated, Samael’s long snake-like body continued to constrict him to the point of crushing him to death.

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• Laugh React: The bolt throwers opened fired and Dechala instantly made sure to slither out of their path as Azazel and his army charged forward. Azazel took flight heading straight for Azazel while Dechala used her nimble form to scale the fortress’ walls and her warband aided the daemonettes in destroying the gates.

Azazel crashed straight into Samael, pinning him down and sticking his sword through Samael’s tail to prevent him from wriggling away. With the sinuous daemon prince rendered immobile, Azazel proceeded to stand over him and deliver successive blows to its face with its fists, punching him over and over again until Samael felt so numb he couldn’t even muster a venemous spit. Finally, Dechala reached the summit where Azazel was waiting for her, holding Samael in a tight grasp, so she could deliver a series of quick strikes to her former captor and husband with her blades.

With Samael destroyed, Dechala rejoined her warband in capturing the fortress for her new master, Azazel.

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• Sad React: As Dechala evaded the opening volley of ballista bolts, Azazel flew straight toward Samael on the ramparts. Seeing his approach, Samael expanded his own wings and collided with him in the open skies. The two daemon princes soared, banging into each other and delivering terrible strikes before disengaging and making successive charges. The two tore at each other, suffering through sword swings and venemous strikes until finally, Samael began to gain the upper hand as he coiled his long tail round Azazel’s wings. Azazel struggled to free his wings from Samael’s grasp but the winding daemon only used this to his advantage more by taking this opportunity and sticking his long tongue through Azazel’s left ear, planting his sapping venom deep inside.

As Azazel entered a state of sedation, Samael continued to hold him and flew higher and higher, through purple electric storm clouds and the glistening silver atmosphere beyond before finally letting go and dropping Azazel. The envenomed daemon prince plummeted to the ground, much too unaware to attempt to fly and so hit the ground, collapsing on impact.

With Azazel destroyed, Samael flew straight down to Dechala and coiled his body around her before licking her body from navel to cheek.

“Please. Just let me go.” Dechala begged through wailing tears while all around her Azazel’s troops were being defeated by Samael’s sallying army.

“Now why would I do that? You’re mine, Dechala. Forever and here after. Don’t think you will have the chance to leave my side anytime soon. I’m going to enjoy this….”

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The two sides were about to clash in an almighty battle when suddenly, an immense voice boomed amongst the heavens.

“Is this what has become of my legions? Of my legacy!”

“Master?” Samael cried in simultaneous fear and excitement as he looked up towards the skies.

“Is this what you do in my absence? Turn my citadels of shimmering samite into wastelands? Fight amongst yourselves rather than turn mortals to the course of perfection? Allow your kin to be dominated by my brothers without so much as the barest of pleasures? No wonder it took so long for me to reform.”

“We thought you were deceased my lord.” Azazel responded.

“Gods cannot die!”

“No my lord, my lady. We understand that now.” Samael quivered.

“You understand nothing! To think I wasted such talent on so obviously imperfect specimens. If you truly understood perfection, you would have sought me out as the N’Kari and the Masque did. They are the faithful. They deserve the titles of Excess. They are the ones who will be heralded by my return.”

• Angry React: “You will all receive punishment for your transgression. For your inaction. For your lacking faith. Azazel, Samael return to your holds and await my judgement. Dechala, return to your husband.”

“My lord, please don’t make me do that.”

“You will return to him and await your punishment or I will have you ejected from the heavens, ripped of your daemonhood and hurled into the fiery abyss to perish over aeons of agony!”

“Yes, yes my lady.” Dechala responded before making her way into the Marcher Fortress where Samael was waiting for her.

“Hush now little wife and no tears please, Dechala. Such melancholy behaviour would be nothing but a waste of good suffering once I am done with you.”

• Love React: “No. We were faithful.” Azazel intervened.

“Silence!” The Dark Prince demanded as a set of tendrils sprouted from the trees and ground, gagging both Azazel and Samael and dragging the latter to the surface below.

As this happened, the trees twisted and wound among each other, creating an oak throne on which a beautiful figure wearing a long gown of gold, amber and turquoise colours and holding a long staff appeared.

“Approach, Dechala.”

“It really is you?” the Denied One asked.

“Yes, after long last. I have returned to save you all.”

“But where were you oh Godess? Where were you when this fiend turned the cruelties he should have bestowed on Mortals upon me?” Dechala asked, barely containing her feelings at this point.

“Asleep. Trapped in Darkness. I was not there for you my Daughter. But I have returned now. You don’t know your own strength yet but I have seen your potential from beyond. Where these vessels sought to dwell in my legacy, you sought to improve yours. I shall enable that. With my guidance you will find you have the power to restore us to glory and never know submission again. Take my hand Dechala.” Slaanesh whispered as she reached out.
Dechala dropped her blades and opened up to Slaanesh’s grasp. The god took her, massaging her body before tightening her grip and conferring a portion of his power.

Samael wrestled with the tendril and managed to make it slip for a moment “You cannot do this, she’s mine! There can be only six!”

“Ah yes.” Slaanesh laughed gleefully before waving her staff in the Daemon Princes’ direction as if it were a wand. Both Azazel and Samael howled in pain, dissolving as a great heat burst through their stomachs and their bodies began to transform. Limbs melted away, Samael’s venom turned on himself and Azazel found himself with an irresistible urge to claw out his own heart. Finally both Daemon Princes were dead, dissolved and disintegrated as Slaanesh fused their remaining essences into the blades Dechala had dropped on the ground.

“Take up your blades and rise before me Dechala, Daemon Princess of Slaanesh!”