Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

After an unknown amount of time, when Howard opened his eyes again, the first thing that caught his eye was Freya's two huge treasure chests.

He was now resting his head on Freya's thighs, and above their heads was an abnormally large apple tree, which shaded them both.

Freya changed her attire. Before this, she had been wearing armor decorated with spikes and chains, with a bright red cloak draped over her back. At that time, she was a great demon fighting for Slaanesh.

But now He was dressed in gorgeous and hazy clothes made of soft white silk, with gem pendants on the four horns. The wings behind His waist were carefully cared for, and each feather was as soft and shiny as if waxed, and was draped with thin silver chains. He wore bracelets on His hands, copper rings on His bare calves, and bright feathers on His ears. His exposed blue-purple skin was painted with colorful streaks of gold, cinnabar and peacock green.

A gentle breeze blew, swaying the grass on the ground, rubbing the leaves of the apple tree, and even ruffling Freya's hair.

If Freya's appearance at this moment was photographed and posted to the lsp communication groups in reality, it is estimated that a large number of group members would vote for Slaanesh on the spot.

"Did I pass the test?" Howard asked.

"Not entirely approved, but I'll make an exception for you," Freya said.

Howard got up from Freya's lap, not understanding what this demon was doing.

"In fact, on the imperial warship, I know that you came to me just to delay time. You were hoping that the pseudo-emperor's angels would win. Including your decision to release those mortals later, it was just to save their lives, not really considering me." Freya said suddenly.

Howard took a step back in fear, thinking to himself, this isn't right. We've come this far, are we going to have a falling out?

Freya didn't seem to notice Howard's reaction. She continued, "But I still agreed to your request. Do you know why?"

Howard shook his head, and then he saw Freya smile at him: "Because I am willing to fulfill your little wish, even if you are lying to me."

Howard didn't know how to respond.

"But when you join us, you will be ashamed to let those mortals go. It will be a shame for you." Freya added.

Then Freya stretched out her hands and gently picked up Howard, then lifted him high into the sky. Freya knelt on her knees, as devout as a believer offering a sacrificial lamb to the gods.

"But before that, I need to offer you to the Great Lord of Pleasure!"

Howard saw the heavens open and God descend.

Howard thought of the religious texts he had read in the past. In fundamentalist religions, angels were usually majestic and terrifying, while demons were charming and wanton.

Because the devil wants to tempt those with weak minds to fall through their appearance, while the angels want to intimidate the devil.

But the god who descended before their eyes possessed the qualities of both an angel and a demon. He was holy and solemn, like a marble statue in a temple. It seemed that just by standing there, white feathers would float down from heaven accompanied by hymns. But he was also enchanting and charming, like an over-ripe fruit on a branch waiting to be picked. He was clad in a gorgeous purple robe and adorned with the most precious gems in the world. But he was also naked, generously displaying his flawless body like a work of art to the world.

He is the prince in every woman's heart and the perfect lover in every man's heart.

He is Sarīsh, the Lord of Pleasure.

He is the god of love and beauty, art and desire, joy and spices.

When the pursuit of these legitimate pleasures exceeds the proper limits, depravity results.

He also has a new name.

Slaanesh.

With the advent of Slaanesh, rocks and vines broke through the earth and grew towards the sky, supporting each other to form a majestic throne. When the throne was formed, Slaanesh sat on it.

"Freya, why are you calling me?" The evil god named Slaanesh asked his servant. His voice was as majestic as a king and as tender as a lover. His voice was like a mass sung devoutly by countless people at the same time, and like the endless ringing of bells in an ancient city.

So Freya lifted Howard higher, just like Howard had once presented him with the pancake.

"My Lord, this mortal has walked through the six rings of desire." Freya replied respectfully, lowering her head even more, almost kneeling before Slaanesh.

Slaanesh finally set his sights on Howard. Howard had no time to avoid it, and his gaze met Slaanesh's. Slaanesh's eyes also had no whites, and his purple pupils spread across his entire eye sockets. But within this purple, there were also star-like sparkling points of light.

Howard looked directly into Selene's pupils, as if he could see the entire universe through them. He saw stars being born and then annihilated, and saw the galaxy disk slowly rotating on the cosmic scale. The center of the galaxy was indescribable darkness. The huge gravity slowly stretched Howard out and crushed him repeatedly in endless time.

Howard didn't break free until Slaanesh looked away. By then, he was exhausted, his clothes were soaked with cold sweat, his heart was pounding, and he had not yet fully recovered from the huge shock of looking directly at the god.

"How interesting." Then Howard heard Slaanesh's laughter, and then he heard Slaanesh say: "Mortal, you come to see me, what reward do you want?"

wrnm!

Although he felt weak, Howard couldn't help but curse in his heart.

Has every step I've taken recently been of my own free will? I was just happily making pancakes and singing on an agricultural planet when I was suddenly kidnapped by the Astartes. And then, halfway through, I was kidnapped by the Chaos. If I hadn't known that dying in this place was more dangerous than living, I would have wanted to just run headfirst into the Chaos Space Marine's chainsword during the Chaos boarding.

Wrnm, and I even want to meet him, as if all the suffering I've endured along the way is my own fault?

The Empire is not a good thing, and you Chaos are nothing at all!

But Howard only dared to curse in his heart, and he didn't even dare to curse too badly in his heart, otherwise this evil god might really hear it.

"Being able to meet you is already the greatest reward for me. I dare not ask for more grace." Although he was cursing in his heart, Howard did not stop talking. He wanted to coax the Slaanesh in front of him in the same way he coaxed Freya.

Slaanesh did not react further to Howard's flattery. Instead, he continued to ask Freya, "Freya, it was you who brought this mortal here."

So Freya explained to Slaanesh what had happened and Howard's special abilities.

"Show me," Slaanesh said after hearing this.

This time, Freya prepared complete tools and ingredients for Howard, and soon a pancake was ready, and presented to the Lord of Joy at the perfect time to enjoy it.

After eating the pancake, Slaanesh smiled.

Slaanesh's laughter gradually rose from a low pitch to a sharper one, like the wailing of countless banshees gathered together.

Freya shuddered at Slaanesh's laughter, and although Howard covered his ears, blood still flowed from his eyes, nose and ears.

From the advent of Slaanesh to now, He seems to have always shown considerable divinity, so much so that Howard began to doubt whether He was the evil god who played R21g games like drinking water.

But in this terrifying laughter, Howard was absolutely certain that He was Slaanesh, the darkest reflection of the Warp and the deepest nightmare of countless intelligent creatures in the real universe.

Slaanesh stopped laughing, stretched out his hand and pointed, and Howard's hands were cut off at the roots.