Chapter 44:

Chapter 44: The warmth in our soul comes from the love of our family or burning corpses.


I continued going through the 'Tomb of Bessar Agail' as the man insisted it be called.

"I do not insist it be called as such, my siblings called it such and insisted it be addressed as such, I am merely following their recommendations." He sang.

He likes annoying me with his ability to read my mind when I try to focus.

"I do not annoy you on purpose, at least not first, I just hit back when you are being annoying." It continued.

The lock broke and the door to the sixth floor opened and I slowly went down the stairs.

"How did I annoy you this time? I already apologized for not being able to stop singing, I don't know how!" I whined.

My mother's killer has been teaching me much as he insisted he wished for our final showdown to be one the gods will look upon in wonder. I didn't understand it but it got him talking and revealing information, information I might be able to use to kill him.

"You did not complete the entire floor! It was made for you to find and learn knowledge and you refused to dismantle the soul absorbing trap!" He ranted and I proceeded to ignore it.

I remembered that trap, for it nearly killed me and I had to Sever a piece of my soul into it so that I could escape. Thankfully it was a small piece.

"I was more worried about surviving it than dismantling it." I replied flatly.

This madman wishes me to experience every single part of his Tomb to learn its secrets and nobody has time for that nonsense.

"Don't give me that nonsense about time! I know perfectly well how little time one has and you most certainly do not have any reason to whine about time. You have no outstanding time commitments and the body of your mother awaits you down below. I've made sure my servants preserved it well and you will find it before you enter the final room to verify my claims." He said.

There are multiple entries hidden in the walls for his unseen servants, for they repair the traps once I go down. When I learned of this I had to check and indeed the traps were repaired and my mother's corpse moved and he swore it was being treated with respect.

"I would rather spend my time talking to my mother than you, is there a reason she can't do so as you do?" I asked.

"It is my Tomb, only I and my invaders get to talk in it and she is dead and so is no longer an invader, especially as she was brought here against her will. Also she has not made any attempts at talking which might be due to orders from your grandmother as we're still locked in a game of wits and neither of us wants any nonsense to mess with our ploys."

That made some sense I suppose, neither wanted outside interference in their struggles against one another and so they refused to let their family intervene.

"And why is my grandmother not here?" I asked

"She tried to be and nearly died for it due to legal nonsense. Her staying would have made sure she died and you should not worry about it, for she gloated about my impending demise after I did the same to her. Now more importantly have you eaten since you were born you imbecile? I've asked my siblings to prepare food for any would be invaders so they stay here longer before they run out of supplies and my servants found my food stores full." It asked.

Eaten? What's that?

"No." I answered simply.

I have no clue what eating means, but some parts of myself have started to hurt despite not being hit so maybe that's related.

"Go back to the fifth floor, the room to the right and behind the Severing Blade trap which you mimicked to escape my soul trap is a cache of food and water. Drink and eat whatever you find there and rest for a bit because you idiot are starving as whoever mutilated you and your mother until both of you looked like how you do now forgot to leave you the sense of hunger." It said.

"What's hunger and why do I need to do that? Also I did not mimic anything lest you forget. I escaped the soul trap before I ever saw that blade trap." I replied.

I did as he asked as I awaited for an answer. The trap itself was easy to dismantle as I did so before and at least it wasn't the giant burning boulder. That was almost insulting to be flattened by. It stopped being almost and turned actually insulting when it turned back and rolled over me again.

"You didn't huh, how strange. Never mind that nonsense, open the panel there and you'll find some cubes and cylinders. The cubes are food you put them in your mouth and chew and swallow, the cylinders are filled with water, you drink their contents and make sure they reach your stomach and not your lungs. You do so because your body can't sustain itself fully and so it needs resources from outside and food and water provide these resources" He said and did as he asked.

I've learned something crucial from my interactions with him.

He did not wish me harm, for when he ordered me to do something, he did it for my own good so that I learn. He claimed it was so that our fight is epic enough, I claimed nonsense and he agreed and said that he did not lie.

The food made me fill and feel good and the water was refreshing.

"Do not eat too much, three cubes are enough for six days and you've spent a month in my Tomb so 15 would be ideal, but I ask you eat them slowly over the course of a day." He instructed.

I still did not know what a day was but he made sure to tell me whenever one passed.

"How do you know when a day passes?" I said after I ate two more cubes.

Ten more until I ate fifteen and so I took a short break.

"I can't properly, for I cannot see the sky or feel my own heartbeats to make sure and my siblings did not give me a device to keep the time. I've decided on a unit of measurement that feels close enough and I'm praying the gods aren't pranking me for it. You'd normally remember your own heartbeats as well as your emotional state when you had them to tell the time assuming you had learned what each emotional stage turned your heartbeat into." He explained softly.

"I have two hearts, that's rather difficult." I replied.

I didn't know which one to pick to even start learning for both beat at different speeds and they like to switch things up sometimes.

"I understand the feeling somewhat as I have two logic streams going in mind and soul and it gets quite confusing knowing which I should pick and follow, hopefully you'll find someone to teach you, for I was taught by my adoptive Father which took me in when he found my newborn self covered in the blood and guts of my original father which I had killed on my first day after birth."

I nodded at that, albeit that made me ask another question.
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"Are you my father?" The particularly suicidal and too tough newborn asked me.

I had to take a few seconds to think that through. Did that blasted creature make me his father too?

The gods snickered and Isha laughed the loudest in denial as Cegorach tried to laugh and say yes but his lying mouth was covered by Isha and then he tried to make her to shut up and not ruin his joke.

I'll take that as a no, or maybe not yet.

The other gods started snickering as well.

"Not to my knowledge, but it would not surprise me if your grandmother planned for some nonsense in that regard, for she started plundering my box of horrors and I have weaponized adoptions in the past. What brought this question?" I asked.

I've never been more worried about what to do with the kid, because I sincerely did not believe I could handle more family nonsense without dying from laughter. The young one is an absolute riot to see stumbling through my tomb and my servants which are now haunting the Wraithbone bodies I made for them until they can reincarnate agree.

The kid was made to be tough, he survived being flattened by giant burning spheres of rock and a nuclear explosion to the face made him burp. He also did not know what eating was which is knowledge all babies are born with.

I don't know what the Alchemist which made him thought of doing but she was both a genius and a moron, for whatever this thing was meant to do she could not control it. Only someone that loves him could and he would have gone mental at birth and did everything his mother wished of him for she loved him.

It's quite the struggle to get him to listen to me, for I had to open my heart to him to get him to actually go through my Tomb properly and learn to disarm the traps that will actually kill him.

"You care for me and you told me your adoptive father cared and taught you as well and I hope this is the link between us and as you killed your own I have to kill you just as you killed yours." He answered my question with the answer only a child could give.

Complete and brutal honesty given from confidence and a lack of knowledge that made me wonder if he was correct. I did adopt one child that was promised to Slaanesh in order to kill it after all, so it would make sense Slaanesh is now trying to actively push one on me.

Quite annoying but I'll handle it, but I do have a more important question for now.

The Severing Blades are one of the three Lesser Secrets of my craft and one of the two tools I wished to originally teach my first apprentice.

Each of my Gun-Swords has a tiny piece of my soul to act as a computer because I'm a hack and I have no clue how computers think and I can't put it into writing or carvings. A Severing Blade separates a piece of soul from another and it's necessary to allow other people to use my tools and not have them serve as links to me.

Issue is I certainly do not remember inventing them, but yet after the Discontinuity I knew of them and how to use them and now this kid managed to recreate something extremely similar to them, only it wasn't a gun-sword but just a regular sword and I am quite worried Slaanesh decided to force a Paradox inside a Paradox to ensure some nonsense but I can't figure out how.

The baby needed an answer or it would start whining again.

"I can follow that logic Young One, unfortunately I don't think you are correct in this matter because I assure you, if there is a link of family between us I can and will happily exploit it to my advantage for love is a weapon and it is one I am quite adept at using and unfortunately I have not been able to find or think of any familial link between us that I can abuse yet." I answered it kindly.

The kid was mentally addled, a newborn and had half the knowledge a newborn should have and half it really shouldn't but I needed to open my heart to him to find a way to deal with him and so I have chosen to be kind and not mocking, for kindness has served me well in all but one instance of my life.

"I can feel your mastery of love my foe, and I can feel that I am weak to love and that which loves me." He said.

No.

No.

NO!

'The bitch can't be this greedy!' I howled in laughter.

She was not willing to accept the victory of finally finding love and having some of her strikes returned, no she wanted all she lost to me returned to her and she wanted my love for it too.

'My grandmother is quite greedy, it seem. I'll make sure to abuse it.' I sang to my audience.

They did not reply as they looked in suspense at the play I made for them and I continued howling in laughter. My servants started feeling very scared which is fine, I'll explain them the joke once I finish laughing at it.

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Bessar Agail kept his promises to me. My mother looks in a better condition than when I was born.

She was cleaned gently, the parts that were cut into her gently mended and she was once again in one piece and even some of her burns no longer looked as nasty. I could even see how her face looked and it was lovely and I once again fell in love with the love she held for me.

She rests on great slab of of gray rock and she looks so peaceful.

I have been here for two months according to the man I must kill. I am now in the final room on the ninth floor before his final room and I am once again shown that he has fulfilled his promises to me and I felt bad about what I must do now.

I was weak to love and he decided to love me and thus made me weaker to his ploys but it mattered not, for the love I held for the woman which died to give me life is much stronger than that which I have for the man which taught me much.

"I thank you for keeping to your word and for letting me have my moment." I spoke to the man I must kill.

It hurts to do so now, but I must.

"Family is important Young One, and while your mind is quite addled, your soul needs this closure before I claim victory and I would not deny you it, especially as Isha blessed you for your love of your family." He answered kindly.

His kindness makes this more difficult than it has to be.

"It does not change what I must do, you know this." I informed him as I inspected my sword.

He did not answer that question.

He taught me how to make Wraithbone and I turned it into a sword. I did not bother with armor, for it was weaker than my own body despite his insistence to the contrary and he stopped trying to convince me after a while.

I looked upon the doors marking the resting place of the man I now must kill.

They were decorated to hold some sort of story and I realized that it was my own.

Seven figures of different shaped and beauty watched from above on four others, and they watched on the clash of blades between a faceless man dressed in white and a beautiful woman with horns holding a sun. To their right it was me and my mother and it was a depiction of my mourning and her resting as the two figures fought and the seven danced.

"Who are the seven figures?" I asked Bessar Agail.

I have not seen them and yet they featured on the door.

"From left to right they are: Cegorach, Isha, Lileath, Kurnous, Asuryan, Khaine, Vaul and Morrai-Heg. They are the Divine watching our struggle with interest. The two clashing are myself and your grandmother." He answered.

It was obvious who the other two were, so none made a mention of it.

So we had an audience.

"Why did they not talk as well?"

"They did, and they have been doing it quite often and loudly as we talked to one another but your veil of darkness kept you from seeing them and your youth and lack of training from hearing it. Pay it no heed, as you'll learn how to do both eventually and then you will not be able to escape from their complaints about fairness and other nonsensical demands. They're complaining again if you wish to know, they tell me I should stop teasing you." He answered again.

He always talked to me with kindness but this was the first time his answers gave me more questions than answers. I do suppose the time for question has passed.

I pulled out my sword from its scabbard and entered the Grand Room and I expected to meet his servant again. The ninth floor had 10 of them where I could see them and they taught me how fight with a blade well enough to not make an ass out of myself before I had to defeat them.

The room was empty except for the Sarcophagus my foe rested in and a statue of his looking over it. Each floor had one statue of him he told me he used as a focus to look upon me properly and I took great care to not damage them as I evaded traps or had to suffer through them, for the one in them was my only source of knowledge and companionship.

There was nothing in it, but relief sculptures of his servants lining the many pillars that held the room, 290 of them were carved into the 13 pillars. The rest of the giant room was empty, just flat rock slowly curving upwards with the exception of the seven statues to the left of the room.

I bowed to the Divine for it felt appropriate and then looked upon the Sarcophagus of my foe. It had few decorations, only some strange floral patterns and I'll be able to learn what a flower is soon.

My mother or grandmother will teach me after my foe falls.

"This is the last day you haunt this world Bessar Agail, for I, the nameless son of the woman you have killed and grandson of your greatest foe will end you!" I declared with all my might.

The room turned bright and I had to cover my eyes The Music started and I prepared myself for the fight as my foe spoke.

"Awaken my Servants and enjoy the Unity of purpose and life that I have denied you as you still drew breath, Awaken guardians and servants of Royalty and the Damned!" He shouted with a mix of glee and imperiousness.

The echoes of his song filled the room as reality and the divine held it's breath for one heartbeat.

His servant jumped from their resting place as I tried to recover from the bright light that burned my eyes and they broke from their stone prisons and the pillars crumbled.

There were the same as those 10 I have defeated before, pure white bipedal forms without a head and with bladed feet and three fingers.

I cut the first five in a wide slash as I jumped to the left, there was a small gap between the pillars and their formation I could take to make room for the room is not symmetrical and the left side of the room is wider than the one to my right and it is where the statues of the Divine stand.

'I could use that.' I thought to myself as I jumped towards the open spot and put my back to the Divine as I beheld the army arrayed against me.

Arms came from the ground and they kept me in place as I prepared to try and kite them and I stumbled and fell on my belly. More arms came from the ground where I feel and they blocked me from moving as I laid there and try to break free.

I tried to struggle and to break free but the Wraithbone constructs were strong, and more came to hold me still as I broke free from those that held me until I could break free no more.

Eight of Bessar Agail's servants held each of my limbs from moving, as the light continued to blind me and the music continued to blare.

Suddenly they stopped.

"Damn you Bessar Agail." I shouted among my struggles.

He taught me wrong, his lessons lead me into a trap!

"I did not teach you wrong Young One, despite what you might think. I merely guided your development into a path I learned from you to exploit, for all that I taught you from swinging a blade, to repositioning and dealing with traps and groups I have taught you well, but you have also taught me how you think and I have taught you how to act and so my final trap was made specifically for it. If you were to have won and escaped from this one as well, my lessons would have served you well as your learned to fight your greatest foe, the mistakes of your past self. But as I taught you all you know you have taught me your weaknesses and where you stumble. Now come, rest in my soul-stone Young One as I empty my sarcophagus and prepare it for your mother as I have promised." He said as the music stopped and I could finally hear.

I heard the cheers of the Divine, and my own mother apologizing to me and I saw, I saw the soul-stone Bessar Agail spoke of and I could feel how it drew me in.

"No, no! I must win I must avenge my mother!" I shouted as I struggled to break free.

The stone cared not for my shouts and it absorbed me and I could think or hear or see no more.

"Are you entertained my masters? I have created a ritual and a play as your faithful priest to grant you the entertainment you so crave." Were the final whispered words I heard before I knew no more.

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Eldar priests are not priests in a sense humanity understands, they are not religious leaders that observe ritual and consult holy texts to commune with and understand Divinity. Eldar do not need such nonsense to know if our divinities approve of our actions, for Eldar priests are playwrights and actors and the divine our audience. I have performed three religious ceremonies myself and created five of them in total because I am meant to, as such is my position.

All Followers of Hoeth are priests, same for the Troupes of Cegorach which descend from us and with each play we produce we request of our gods to help us with a task to show that what we have made pleases them.

For Hoeth, his Masks are the Artistic Directors of a theater, Older Brothers are the playwrights, Younger Brothers the lead actors and nephews are the staff and occasionally the supporting actors and Hoeth is our target audience with the other Divine being his family that he occasionally invites in to watch the shows. Without a target audience we are damned, damned to fail and perform for those that do not fully appreciate our art and thus cannot grant us the obvious signs that they approve and that one is a great artist as is the birthright of all Eldar that not even The Ancients could take from us.

The perfect example of it is 'Ritual of Awakening' which is a play and the 'Young King' which is its leading actor which is a play that the Craftworlders will use to awaken the Avatars of Khaine where a mighty warrior reenacts the play that tells Khaine what they need him to do, which is usually 'go kill something'. If they are to remember this properly they'll be able to ask him for a lot more, but they've been made to forget how to by Cegorach so that they don't do something too stupid because they are idiots that can't act or think right and think farseers are trustworthy and that their advice is to be followed.

You don't trust fools with divinity, not when the survival of your species is on the line. And besides, they'll learn how to ask Khaine for help properly once they stop being idiots that can't learn the right lessons that Khaine has been trying to teach them because they keep insisting on learning the wrong ones and not the correct ones or incomplete ones that don't put them into the right frame of mind.

Khaine is the god of Villainy and violence, for he patronizes villains and their dastardly plots, their violence music to his ears and the screams of the weak a symphony and lullaby, for he wishes for the Eldar to be strong, he wishes for heroes to rise up and stand tall and pick a blade and be mighty and when the Eldar forget to do this he will create villains that will teach them why it is necessary that they stand united against evil and they fight as one for what they love.

Asuryan in comparison is his twin and he patronizes heroes by teaching them what heroism is and how a hero should act and there are many types of heroes, and each inspires our people to act just like their patron by showing them an example that they should follow when times are tough and we are brought low.

All that the Craftworlders need to learn is that they fucked up, that they and their ways have created all of the issues they suffer from, accept it deep within their souls and seek to redeem themselves by abandoning villainy and self pity, picking up a sword and fighting together for what they must and the failures always, and I truly mean it when I say always, have failed at each possible chance given to them to learn this.

All except one that is.

The Craftworlders are squabbling like animals when they should be working together, they let their differences lead them to War when they should be working together and at every single chance they are given where they have to acknowledge that they did wrong, they unite as One and categorically refuse to do so and it's gotten so bad the Divine are starting to think that it's the Craftworlders that are playing a prank on the Divine and hid the fact that they have learned this lesson, for the one that lead the Warband that shot at me was capable of it.

Even if it's only him, I had to mark the woman who shot me as a hero to make sure the madman is safe and can teach others whatever goes through his mind, because he is the only fucking Craftworlder I've ever seen that when faced with the monumental result of his own fuck up he apologized and sought to make amends unprompted, and meant it not because it was advantageous for him to do it, but because he believed it is the right thing to do and because it would help those he commands and would do so a lot more than it would help him and his plots.

I've never seen this from other craftworlds or the people on them, I've never thought the idiots are capable of it and it's what convinced me to send Rionala Arana to protect the Craftworlders as opposed to her family when I instructed her. Gua Bis is defense enough already and I've showered them in enough defenses and weapons and allies to make sure that nothing short of the Divine will kill them before they can run and Rionala Arana can't help them with that more than my apprentice and Ulthuan combined. They don't need more defenses.

We however need the madman alive and to teach the way his mind operates to others in case he was a fluke and not a prank, because he has learned the one lesson the rest of our entire race has been trying to teach the Craftworlders for millions of years.

'You fucked up, apologize and try to make amends to those you wronged and insulted and then learn to do better.'

He learned it and now my siblings and I need to find or create rituals that will get him to teach it to others because like hell we're letting the fool die before he teaches others. Sallara-Sao created Lammor to go and help him even if he turned into a farseer, my siblings across time and space are heaping every single shred of support and rituals we can think of on Craftworld Anaen because they managed to create an Eldar with common sense and I need to contribute too with my own rituals and support when I am able, for I am a priest and to create rituals to help my people is my duty, even if everyone else insists on calling them apocalypses but they are not. Apocalypses are just a sub-type of ritual, one that the Laughing Blade specialized in and decided to teach all those that learned in her houses, but while it is my trade passed through the line of the Laughing Blade it is not the only type of ritual I can do or have created.

My younger siblings and I prepared three rituals before their adulthood to try and ask the gods for assistance in case it was needed and the one we did make both saved and showed the rest of the Followers of Hoeth our next individual of interest. I was not fully there in the soul to perform it properly it, for I was injured still but I could still do it on auto-pilot with only my mind and body, for my siblings and I had practiced our roles.

The first was a request for reinforcements from Cegorach because we're young, desperate and have not been instructed right and we need to rely on our enemies not being willing to kill us to survive because we are clumsy and don't know how to act properly and so we need help and to learn.

The second play we have thought of and that which we have actually performed was the request to Khaine to send us someone to teach us or help us and he sent us to Gua Bis, an ancient and mighty warrior which decided on a 'whim' to take us in and call us family and provide us with protection, love and guidance so that we can recover properly from the Discontinuity that lead us from one life and reality to another.

The third was a request for mercy from Slaanesh so that she may have mercy on her young progeny, which I had just learned is my own grandmother. My siblings knew somehow and decided to try and push that angle to try and at least make sure one of us survives.

I will make it quite clear when I see them again that I do not approve of their attempt at saving my life while they suffer even if I have done so previously in the past, for they need to know it and it is important and they need to be reminded of important things. I also do not care for their deceit on this matter, for I know they did it to my benefit and I'll call us even for implanting into my wives the idea that I shouldn't be the only one that is married and which lead my two wives to prank all of us with her Skin Walker ploy. I also needed her to give me a reason to prank her and I was in luck, for Sallara-Sao had found me a wise wife that instinctively knows what her husband needs.

If she still lives I'll have to find a way to repay her.

The second ritual I have performed was the adoption of my daughter and the healing of Cippani Oiair and ended with me walking as Khaine. In it I requested of Khaine again to look after my two fools and make sure to kill whatever threatens them while they're in the Empire because we need them to live and be healthy for our plans, and I told him that I need more apprentices or students to teach my Murderous Medicine to.

I was sent an Ancient Hero to look after that family, Eldrad of Ulthuan and his family to be raised with or in it, the family of my clan sister discovered how to use a tool that can keep them hidden from the Divine and I received an audience with the Princess of the world where she all but pledged her allegiance to my plans and a wish to be made a part of them, even if I did not need her to do anything but continue ruling and fortifying that World and in exchange I'd give her a son that knew how to calm Khaine down, one which Khaine and his twin also sent me, for the Twins do not give their twin blessings at birth normally.

They only give them as a sign, for to be patronized as both a hero and a villain makes no sense and I am quite curious to see how that plays out.

Here on this world I have also found hundreds of individuals with the right souls to teach and new ones which were made specifically for me that can use my craft, and all he asked of me was to not cleanse this world of all Eldar which I granted and managed to convince my adoptive children to take who they could under their stewardship in order to make sure the Eldar continue to have a presence on this world. It also allowed me to tell him my plans and I can feel that the Pantheon has prepared for it.

Whoever claims the gods are not listening are morons, at least before Slaanesh is born, as it's incredibly difficult to keep them from listening and acting rather than getting them to act and Cegorach has been doing everything he could since birth to make sure the Eldar don't stop us from killing Slaanesh for good by asking the gods to act against our plans.

The Veil being raised was a perfect example, as we had to enact it because each time we tried to implement our plans they were thwarted by everyone and their mother and cousin and pets creating rituals and plays to keep us from acting and so we had to make it more difficult and less obvious that the Gods were actually responding and when that didn't help, Hoeth killed himself to get us a distraction and tool and brother that will stop our moronic species from saving them from the disease that will destroy us all.

The gods never stopped listening or being willing to help us, for they love us as we are their children. The Eldar just forgot how to beg for help and attention properly to get what they need, for Eldar possess the soul of artists and the bodies made for war and if you want to touch the soul of others and get them to act, then you need to make the appropriate art piece that creates that emotion and that makes people act the way you wish them to. The right blessing makes it more likely for the respective god to pay attention to it but if you make it suitable enough you can get the attention of more of them and if you do it well enough they'll bless you for it.

The third play I am performing now and I am in its final act, for it is a request for the Gods to avenge me because something wants to kill me, and failing that look after my family if I do die and if I survive to applaud me for my achievement. I wrote this play as I was making it, for my other sister had her own script she wished for me to play and as she is much more experienced I had to improvise so that it is not just her play that the gods listen to but my own as well.

It worked well, then Slaanesh decided to barge in into my plans and adopt my own mother which I had killed without knowing who she is, and I can sense it came as a surprise to every single one of them… except Isha which knew, and she knew because she was the first to bless me before Khaine decided my art pieces were things that he's more likely to appreciate and thus gave me his blessings and patronage.

The reason I did not get hers as well is because she does not approve of me killing my father and she does not like to see families killing each other. She still came to this play to make sure I survive it, but she is quite clear that while she will celebrate the death of Slaanesh she does not want me to kill more of my family as I have killed both of my parents already.

The pantheon are deliberating and they have quickly come to an agreement, for their feelings on the matter are clear and they have made a request of me for my next show.

I sighed but nodded at their demand for my next spectacle.

It is annoying, but I will do as they wish, as it seems the Pantheon has decided that I will no longer be handling the Slaanesh issue from now on and by the looks of those present they are in complete agreement on the issue, for they know my weakness just as I know it, for it is mine and I have never been shy in admitting it.

I am weak to that which loves me and Slaanesh loves me, for she loves my mother which saved her and my mother loves her, for she found a way to make sure her son lives and that I have already sought vengeance against that which would try to kill me which it now seems to be Slaanesh. If she continues her manipulations of my heart for much longer I will forgive her for it and so I am told that I will no longer be handling this, that my efforts are appreciated and that I am in no uncertain terms to do something else, as they will have someone else handle the paradox of my Birth and Adoption, and that my other siblings will handle their end of the plan.

It is not an order for I have done no wrong, but a statement that any of my ploys against Slaanesh will no longer receive their blessing or assistance, which to Eldar might as well be an order, but one given from Divinity to priest and not one given to enemies or animals you've captured and told or taught to obey or else.

The gods are pleased and with the exception of Isha they approve of what I have done and praise me, for it was a masterful show of deception, family drama, twists and turns in the narrative and that which I have combined with the Hero's Story of my past life to present a quite enjoyable Spectacle.

Khaine gave me my fifth blessing, Cegorach his first and all of them, even Isha clapped in appreciation at what I have made for them.

My soul bowed in gratitude as they left my tomb and the Divine took the soul stone with my past self's soul in it with them. The nonsense of how I turned from an adult looking eldar with a modified body when I was born as some monster with too many arms and feet then turned into a baby with a half human and half Eldar soul will remain for somebody else to solve as the gods figure out who can create such a play for their entertainment, as that's certainly beyond my skill level.

I envy whoever will pull that one off, for I know my limits and that's beyond what I could ever learn.

The gods left and I could finally hear the screams and they tasted delicious, for none of them came from that which loved me or that I loved.

Time to get out of here and see if my younger siblings and my failed child have finished breeding fear into Eldar, and hopefully it gets to stick for long enough that my wife can teach them to do something else than swing a sword. Oh I should also console my vassals for they still cry at my death which is adorable, for my vassals are too fair for this world.

I'll have to make sure their homes are sturdy and safe when I leave and that they are no longer as ignorant.

Until then I'll have to ignore the way my body hurts for my body hurts to be in and I have not eaten in months, for the dead do not eat.

AN: Music for those interested

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I9n6iMeIW8A