What if the Emperor Met a Bunch of Anime Goddesses, Chapter 25 (Patreon)

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Within the Warp, there were many places one would not wish to visit. The endless deltas of blood and flesh where eternal war was waged. The palaces of mad debauchery where the screams of pain mingled with howls of pleasure. The mind-melting vistas of constantly shifting shapes and colors where the future became the past and the past became the present. On top of that list, however, were the Gardens of Nurgle.

Of all the festering swamps in reality, this was by far the most putrid and putrescent. The stench alone was enough to kill, let alone the myriad plagues and deadly creatures that roamed it. Life did exist here, from festering fungi to buzzing insects, though all were some variety of demonic. There was no beauty here. Save in one small corner.

Within the garden lay a great manse, one larger than even a planet, or some solar systems. Within that house was the Cauldron of Nurgal, where every disease and plague imaginable was brewed, a festering sea of death and disease. And to the side of that cauldron, trapped in a cage like a withered bird, was Isha.

For 10,000 years, Isha, Aeldari Goddess of Life and Healing, had been held captive by Nurgle and used as a test subject for all of his “gifts.” After all those millennia even a god’s will began to crack, and Isha had started to think that perhaps this wasn’t so bad, perhaps she chose to be locked in this cage and be force-fed nothing but poison day after day. It was the godly equivalent of Stockholm Syndrome, and Isha sat in her cage and smiled and drank her plagues and pretended that she actually was Nurgles waifu because the alternative was to claw her own eyes out and die of despair, which would leave her children alone in a dark galaxy save for a mad clown.

But one day, as Isha sat in her cage with her fake smile, something shifted. The air seemed a little less oppressive, and the plagues just a little less virulent. She wondered if she had actually gone mad and that things really weren’t so bad here for a brief moment, before dismissing it.

But it wasn’t Isha that had gone mad. It was the entire galaxy. Well, mad-er. And the madness had just arrived at her doorstep, in the form of the Axis Cult Special Action Brigade.

“Right, troops, listen up! We have an important infiltration mission here!” Eris said. She had, out of nowhere, dressed herself in combat fatigues and had on a 20th-century combat helmet painted green, and was carrying a baton in one hand. To the side, Aqua was dressed in Navy Dress Whites and was performing with a one-man polka band rig. She was playing “Hail to the Chief,” and frankly outdoing even more full orchestras.

The audience was composed of a very confused Gabriel Angelos and Farseer Macha, who respectively had a Space Corgi and Red Cat in their laps. The rest of the audience was filled out by the Legion of Drago, who was also dressed in camo more befitting a guardsman.

“We’re at the edge of the Gardens of Nurgle, in the middle of enemy territory!” Eris continued, as a giant Cadian Flag rippled in the breeze behind her. “Our mission is simple! We get in, we grab Isha, we steal as many valuables as we can, and then we get out before Nurgle even notices we’re here!”

“Victory or nachos!” one of the Dragos called.

Aqua paused in her one goddess band performance to say, “I like nachos! Can we have those even if we do win?”

“We can have whatever Isha wants, she’s had nothing but plagues for 10,000 years so that girl has earned a nice dinner!” Eris decreed. “Any questions?”

“Ah hae yin quaistion fur ye, ye dumb wee lassie. How come th' hell am ah aye a dug, 'n' how come is th' cyclops aye alive?” Russ barked.

“Because five minutes ago you tried to kill him, and the only reason you’re not trying to skill kill him is because Gabe is literally holding you back,” Eris said sweetly. “Any other questions? Yes,  you in the back.”

“I need to go to the bathroom!” a Drago declared.

“Good point. Everyone make sure to go before we set off. There are no restrooms in the Gardens of Nurgle,” Eris said seriously.

“But, goddesses don’t have to go to the bathroom,” Aqua pointed out.

“Eh, it can be entertaining, you’re missing out on a lot of potty jokes otherwise,” Eris said with a shrug. “Right, let’s do this!”

With a loud cry of “HUP HUP HUP HUP HUP!” a thousand Dragos stormed into the Gardens of Nurgle, where there were soon screams of pain and panic from the gardens as the greatest warrior of humanity (at least according to his fanboys) did battle with the vilest demons of chaos.

“That’s your idea of stealth?” Macha asked incredulously, looking at Eris and Aqua, who were watching through binoculars with some interest.

“Huh? No, that’s my idea of a distraction,” Eris said, lowering the binoculars and nodding to herself. “Though I think it’s missing something.”

“Giant robots?” Aqua suggested. “Chicks dig giant robots.”

“Perfect!” Eris opened a portal and stuck her head through. “Oh, boys! I found your Grand Master! And a whole bunch of demons that need slaying!”

“WHAT?! THEY HAVE FOUND THE GRAND MASTER!? TO ARMS, BROTHERS!”

Eris stepped out of the way as an entire company of Grey Knights (complete with Dreadknights) stormed out of the portal and after the Legion of Drago, where they began merrily doing battle the demons.

“I dunno. They don’t really look like a mecha. They’re kinda lame,” Aqua said, making a face.

“Well, I’m not summoning a titan. That would take some sort of tactical genius,” Eris pointed out. “But anyway, that’s a pretty good distraction! On with the show!”

They stepped through another portal to a faraway section of the guards, which had gone quiet now that most of the deadlier demons and beasts had rushed off to fight the Grey Knights.

As they crept into the bog, Russ growled, “This is th' cowardly wey! Ye left they brave men tae die sae ye kin sneak in th' back door!”

“Will you be quiet?” Magnus hissed, glaring at his brother. “We’re sneaking under the nose of the plague author! Do you WANT to die of a thousand plagues?”

“Pff ah used tae sneak in 'ere wi' Drago tae git ingredients fur mah grog. Ye'r juist a bunch o' sissies,” Magnus declared.

“Ssssh! Be quiet! We’re sneaking!” Aqua ordered as they tiptoed their way past pools of rot and filth, and plants that smelled of far worse than rotten meat.

The lead spot was taken by Aqua of all people. Not because she was the stealthiest, even Angelos in his armor somehow was sneakier than Aqua, but because her every footstep purified the ground she tread upon. In fact, it was so noticeable that Macha took one look at where they had been and winced. “Ah, Lady Aqua, I don’t mean to be rude, but…we do seem to be leaving quite the noticeable trail…”

“Can’t be helped,” Eris said with a shrug. “If she doesn’t go first, even I would have a hard time surviving here.”

“Well, we’ll be out here for days,” Magnus grumbled. “If not weeks. The Gardens of Nurgle is an entire realm, and this is slow going. You should change me back, I could help keep the pestilence away.”

“Would you try to kill your brother, father?” Gabriel asked, sounding very tired.

“No,” Magnus lied, and everyone knew it.

“You know, I have just the thing for you two,” Eris said brightly. “I make Subaru and Kazuma wear it whenever they start fighting.” She pulled out a large white T-shirt, which she forced around the necks of both Magnus and Russ. When they looked down, they were horrified to see in large black letters “THE GET ALONG SHIRT.”

“You can’t make us wear this! It’s demeaning!” Magnus yowled, hissing and trying to wiggle out of the shirt.

“Ah hate tae gree wi' th' rid bas bit ye git this thing aff me richt noo or ah will bite yer bahookie! a'm a primarch, nae a bloody toddler!”

“Well, just turning you into a puppy clearly wasn’t working, so we’re trying something else,” Eris told him sweetly.

Just then, there was an unholy scream behind them. “MY DEATH LOTUSES! MY BEAUTIFUL DEATH LOTUSES!”

“It seems we have been spotted,” Gabriel said, raising his massive hammer and looking behind them.

“Ah yes. Well, Aqua, it’s time for Plan B,” Eris said nodding sagely.

“What’s plan B?” Magnus asked, still hissing at Russ.

“CHEESE IT!” Eris declared, picking up the two pint-sized primarchs as she and Aqua ran as fast as they could deeper into the Gardens.

Deciding that it would be best not to be separated, Gabriel scooped up Macha, who let out a delighted gasp, then pounded along further in, grabbing the two goddesses and primarchs and setting them up on his shoulders. “HOLD ON!”

“Get back here! Intruders! You’ve ruined my precious Death Lotuses!” a nasally voice cried behind them, and there was the sound of a thousand legs racing after them. Macha looked back and let out a horrified groan.

“It’s Horticulous Slimux! The Chief Gardener himself!”

Indeed, from behind came a great demon of Nurgle, riding atop what appeared to be a many-legged slug of some sort, his tongue lolling out of his cracked lips, his one eye wide with fury, rusting garden shears held aloft. “Mortal fools! You DARE trespass in the Greatfather’s domain!?”

“Hey! I’m not mortal, I’m a-” Aqua began as she popped up over Gabriel’s left shoulder, but Eris clapped a hand over her mouth.

Russ, however, popped up on Angelos’ right pauldron and began to bark at Slimux. “Pick a windae, yer leavin' ye yin clocked bas! If ah wasn't stuck as this wee menance a'd tak' ye in CQC 'n' shaw ye howfur tae mak' flowers oot o` yer guts!”

“They were always hideous! I’ve always wanted to tell you that! My garden back home was much nicer, and then you RUINED it with that stupid blight! Do you have any idea how long it took me to grow proper tomatoes in the warp?!” Magnus yowled.

Russ turned to him. “Ye grew tomatoes in a back green? Aye ma auntie! Ah knew ye wur a sissy bit this is awfy much.”

“Just because you eat nothing but meat and potatoes doesn’t mean some of us don’t have a more refined palate. Besides, you need the freshest ingredients for a proper fra diavolo sauce.”

“LOOK OUT!” Macha wailed, and Angelos barely managed to dodge aside as they happened upon an entire grove of Feculent Gnarlmaws, the demonic trees lashing at them with tentacle-like branches, and maws of endless teeth gnashing at them.

“DIE YOU STUPID TREEEEEEEeeeeeeeEEEEEeeees!” Aqua screamed, as she was picked up by one tree’s tentacles and then crammed into it’s gullet, where the teeth gnashed at her. She screamed and flailed, and even Russ looked slightly horrified at the site.

“Goddess, fear not, we will come for you!” Angelos vowed, but then Slimux was upon them, and both Macha and Gabriel had to battle the demonic gardener for all they were worth. Despite his ridiculous appearance, Slimux was a Greater Demon of Nurgle, and had all the power they possessed, along with a fine appreciation for topiary and horticulture.

Eris was left holding the two petmarchs, who had stopped growing at one another and were watching the battle with mixed horror and irritation.

“Change me back! Let me save my son, or at least the goddess!” Magnus begged.

“If ye dinnae waant us tae a' die 'ere, ye fix me richt noo!” Russ barked.

Magnus smirked at him. “I’ve always said you needed to be snipped, you randy bastard.”

“Och fuck off, this is worse timing than whin ye interrupted daddy in th' webway 'n' nearly destroyed Terra!”

“Fine. I promise not to try to kill you until we’re out of this infernal garden, you stupid little furfag.”

“'n' ah promise nae tae murdurr ye 'til efter we've saved thae daursayd goddesses fae thair ain idiocy. Noo chaynge me back, or ah will bite yer shank!”

Eris beamed at them both. “Aww, it looks like the shirt worked. Alright boys, sic ‘em!” She tossed both animals up in the air, and when they came down, they were once more colossal titans of battle.

“HOLD ON, MY SON! I’M NOT LOSING ANOTHER OF YOU!” Magnus bellowed, and charged forward, his fists blazing with sorcerous power.

Russ, for his part, looked around in irritation. “Whaur ur mah weapons? ah didnae drap thaim, where'd thay gang?”

Eris innocently held up Mjalnar and Helwinter. “I was just holding on to them. For safekeeping.”

“Bloody thieves,” Russ snarled, then charged the trees, his axe swinging furiously. After a few moments, he managed to dig Aqua out. To his shock, despite having been in the tree’s gullet for nearly a minute, she appeared totally unharmed, save for the fact that she was covered head to toe in slime, and was crying.

“T-those meanies! They’re just like…just like the frogs!”

“Ah dinnae ken howfur a tree 'n' a frog ur th' identical, bit bade oot o' mah wey sae ah kin wirk o' some o' mah tension.”

“I HATE FROGS!” Aqua roared, and her fists suddenly glowed with power. “GOD BLOW!”

To Russ’s shock, Aqua charged over and slammed a fist into a gnarlmaw, which immediately exploded into a shower of sawdust and puss.

“Fur a bawherr lassie, she hits bonny guid,” Russ mused, then charged back into the fight before too many opponents were destroyed.

For Magnus’ part, he was exchanging blows with Slimux, as well as gardening tips.

“No, no, no! You don’t want LOAMY soil for lotuses, they need a less organic mix, with more clay!” Magnus said as he fired off a bolt of arcane energy at Slimux

“FOOL! These are Death Lotuses! Not your regular mortal lotuses! Without enough decaying matter for them to feed on, they wither and die,” Slimux snarled, tossing a vile of herbicide that could devastate an entire planet’s biosphere at Magnus.

“What about a Black Lotus?” Eris asked, appearing behind Slimux. She aimed a dagger at his back, but he snarled and twisted, bringing around his garden shears at her.

Which was when Gabriel’s hammer clocked him in the back of the head and sent the demon flying off his mount to land with a splash in a pond of pure water that Aqua had accidentally created in their flight through the gardens.

“AAAAAAA! Look what you've done!! I'm melting, melting. Ohhhhh, what a world, what a world. Who would have thought that some little girl like you could destroy my beautiful wickedness!” Slimux wailed as he dissolved into the holy water.

“Wow, I know we make a lot of references, but I wasn’t expecting that one,” Chris mused as the demon faded away in a puff of warp essence

“What, were you expecting a pack of flying monkeys?” Magnus asked.

“See, that one I would have seen coming,” Eris said with a shrug. “Oh well, let’s see how Aqua and your brother are doing.”

They returned to the grove to find that it had been utterly demolished. The demon trees had been reduced to splinters, and there was now a pure spring with a few koi swimming in the pond where a petulant pool had once stood. Aqua and Russ were sitting on a pair of tree stumps, with Aqua now dressed up like a lumberjack. The goddess had a massive jug of moonshine, which she was guzzling from, though where that had come from was anyone’s guess.

Wiping her lips and letting out a satisfied sigh, Aqua passed the white lightning to Russ, who drained the rest of the jug and let out a satisfied burp. “Ye ken, fur a blue haired bimbo ye'r nae hauf ill wi' yer fists. 'N' this swally is actually halfway gid. Pat some locks oan yer chest it wull.”

“Is it just me, or is his accent getting worse?” Magnus said in a stage whisper to Angelos.

“To be perfectly honest, my Primarch, I think he’s doing it just to annoy you,” Gabriel responded.

“Awright! urr ye slagging howfur ah blether? This is howfur ony proper son o' Fenris speaks!” Russ said, throwing the jug on the ground and shattering it as he stood up.

“Aren’t you supposed to be from Space Scandinavia?” Eris asked. “Why do you sound Scottish?”

Magnus and Russ looked at one another in surprise, then looked at Eris in apparent confusion. “What’s Scandinavia?” Magnus asked.

“Whit's a Scotland, 'n' kin ah rammy it?”

Eris sighed. “Knowing the Scotts, probably yes. Come on, we’ve lost the element of surprise, but the enemy should still be mostly distracted by Legio Drago.”

“What about his arms?” Aqua asked as they headed further into the gardens. Everyone looked at her in bafflement, except for Eris, who sighed heavily.

“I’m sure Drago is using his arms and legs to fight Chaos, Aqua.”

Ahead of them, the swampy garden creaked and rustled, and vile demons leered from the forest.

“You know,” Magnus said, striding forward and cracking his knuckles. “I still hate you.”

Russ fell into step beside Magnus, resting his axe on his shoulder as he swung his sword through some of the rotting flowers. “Th' feeling is between ye, ye yin clocked wanker.”

“I have both my eyes now, thank you very much, you ignorant swine.”

“Och ah ken, bit ah fin' that insult tae amusing tae let gang that easily.”

“Uncultured barbarian.”

“Heich falutin feartie-cat.”

Then both Primarchs let out a warcry and sprang forward together, Magnus tossing bolts of warp fire, Russ gleefully swinging both axes as they mulched through the Plague Father’s finest horrors.

“Isn’t family bonding nice?” Aqua said, smiling at the display, a bit of rotting intestine flying past her face, and she punched a monstrous insect of some sort over the horizon.

“It’s just like when you and I used to fight demon hordes, isn’t it, Senpai?” Eris said, smiling as her gaze looked off into the distance nostalgically, her daggers cleaving a tentacle-waving mushroom in half.

If you thought that the Space Marine Chapter Master and Eldar Farseer were going to provide a nice contrast in sanity to the murder-happy maniacs, you will be sorely disappointed. They were instead having some quality couples time slaying a squad of plague marines that tried to ambush them. Oh well. At least they had some shared hobbies.

Meanwhile, the Legion of Drago (and attached Dreadknights) was waging a bloody campaign through the Gardens. However, instead of what you probably thought they were doing, they had instead erected a stadium and were playing a game of Bloodbowl against the Nurglings and Plague Marines. This was almost as bloody as an actual battle but with a lot more beer and jeering from the audience. So far, Drago was up, 7-3, but Nurgle himself had arrived in a custom sports jersey and ball cap and was giving his team a rousing speech.

“Listen, this is our home turf! Your friends are out there, our families! You’ve been training all season, out there in the projects, while these chrome-plated rich boys were living it up in their secret base! You want this, you NEED this, you’re hungry for this! Now go out there and infect them, and take home the cup for Gipper!” Nurgle cried, his abscess-ridden gut giggling as he walked back and forth in the locker room, puddles of bile and pestilence left in a trail behind him, sprouting little nurglings that had little pennants with the team’s logo on them.

“FOR THE GIPPER!” the plague team cried, and rushed out as the band squelched and the cheerleaders waved pom-poms that sent clouds of infectious spores towards the other team.

Drago stood with his squad, then turned to face them. “Friends, Dragos, countrymen, lend me your ears!”

Several ears were tossed at Drago’s feet, each of them torn off a plague marine.

“Thanks, I needed a snack,” Drago said, scooping the rotting ears into a bowl and squirting some popcorn oil on them. He took a bit, then spat it out. “This isn’t a salad! Quickly, we must win, or there will be no pizza party! UNLEASH THE HAMS!”

Several greased pigs were let loose in the Nurgle ranks, causing mass chaos as the game descended into a brawl. Which basically means they started playing for serious in Blood Bowl.

Back at the plot, the infiltration team had made their way all the way to the Blighted Mansion of Misery and Mirth and had paused to put on the traditional disguise.

“So, how is wearing a handkerchief under our noses supposed to help?” Angelos asked, frowning at the lacey hankie Eris had passed him. The two goddesses already had handkerchiefs tied under their own noses and over the back of their heads, making a sort of skull cap.

“It’s traditional,” Aqua informed him. “We’re rescuing a fair maiden after all.”

“She's a pointy earred boot 'n' nae a lassie. Forby, ah dinnae dae stealth,” Russ growled, stomping into the mansion’s grounds.

“I am in agreement with the mutt, unfortunately. Those hankies will do nothing, and the time for stealth has passed,” Magnus said, gesturing to the 30-meter-wide swath of destruction they had carved out of the Garden. The place actually looked much healthier for it, with healthy foliage blooming where Aqua had walked and the dead demons dissolving into the warp.

Before long, more demons came at them, disgusting Great Unclean ones dressed in stained maid uniforms, and plague marines with little bowties painted on their armor as the houses serving staff. The mansion was as rotting and decayed as you would expect the home of Nurgle to be, though the rows of paintings with Nurgle dressed in various formal wear suits with little plague demons perched on his lap.

In several paintings, Isha stood next to the Chaos God, or sat with Nurgle, bouquets of rotting flowers in her hand, or festering demons head at her breast. In the oldest paintings, Isha looked horrified, and Nurgle had to physically restrain her even as she attempted to pull away. Slowly though, the looks of horror were replaced with rictus grins and sunken eyes, and then smiles that looked like they’d been painted on, a mad faraway look in Isha’s eyes.

“Oof, looks like a bad case of Stockholm Syndrom, we have got to get this sister out of here,” Eris said, frowning as the walked past the portraits.

“Ugh, who could like Nurgle? He’s smelly and gross,” Aqua said, making a disgusted face and pinching her nose.

Before long, they came to stairs that descended down into the basement, where the massive cauldron that housed all the plagues ever created was. Aqua took one look at it and paled slightly. “I don’t think even I could purify all that…”

“Even ah wouldn't huv a go 'n' brew whiskey oot o' that,” Russ agreed. Then he brightened as several demons in ripped janitor uniforms oozed and waddled towards them. “Though a'm mair than happy tae teach thae wee jimmies howfur tae properly wash up this steid.”

They had to fight their way along the sea of plagues, until they came to an iron cage that hung out over the churning mess. Within it sat an eldar woman in a torn and stained dress, her skin sallow and with pock marks and welts on it, her hair lank and greasy. She was knitting away at a picture of a rotten flower bead on a throw pillow, several nurglings playing at her feet.

“Isha! My lady! What has become of you!?” Macha cried, and raced forward to the foot of the cage, even as the two Primarchs and Angelos battled an entire legion of plague marines and demons.

“Oh, hello dearie, I’m just knitting something for my husband when he comes back,” Isha said, smiling and showing cracked and yellowed teeth as the nurglings hissed down at Macha. “How do you like my grandchildren?”

Macha shuddered and desperately looked for a way to get Isha down safely, but the way out seemed to be to lower her into the cauldron. “Please, goddess, help us, how can we get you out?”

“Get me out? Is it time for another plague sample?” Isha shuddered slightly, but licked her lips, her crazed eyes losing focus. “I…I do like my plagues…I do…I tell all my children the recipe, so that…so that…oh…I forget…”

“I’ll have you down in a jiffy,” Eris promised, and shimmied up the rusty iron pole the cage was hung from, then climbed hand over hand to the lock, hanging down from her feet with a lockpick.

Aqua peered nervously at the brew, wiping her hands on her dress and shaking her head. “We’d better hurry, I think I can sense Nurgle coming…”

After a bit of fiddling, Eris had the lock off, swinging the door open. She held her hands out to Isha, but the goddess cringed back at the cage and the nurgling snarled.

“No, don’t, you’re scaring the children!” Isha wailed, trying to hide behind her knitting.

“Come on, we’ll get you out of here,” Macha urged. “Please, goddess!”

“No, no, he’ll be angry if I leave, I…I don’t want to make my hubby angry,” Isha said, still cringing back.

“Oh hell. Aqua, jump up here,” Eris said, extending her arms down. “Macha, give her a boost.”

With a bit of struggling, they managed to get Aqua into the cage, and she leaned down, pulling Macha up. The Nurglings snarled and snapped at Aqua, but whimpered and shied away at her glance.

“Isha?” Aqua said gently, reaching out a hand. “We haven’t met before, but I’m Aqua. I’m the human goddess of Water and Purification. I want to be friends. Do you know Macha? She’s one of your followers.”

Macha took off her helmet, giving Isha a pained smile through tears. “Goddess, the aeldari are grateful to you for your long years of sacrifice, giving us cures to these plagues, but…we need you back. Please, come with us.”

“But he’ll be angry if I leave,” Isha whispered as the plague demons snapped and snarled at her feet. “When he’s angry…he…he hurts me…”

“He won’t ever hurt you again,” Eris promised, dropping into the cage herself. “We’ll make sure of that.”

Isha trembled, and looked down at the baying demons at her feet. “But…but my children…”

“Macha, take her hand,” Aqua said firmly. The farseer grabbed Isha’s left hand, while Aqua took her right. The aeldari goddess looked up at them with haunted and confused eyes, and Aqua said a single word: “Heal.”

A shudder ran through Isha, and her entire body changed. The madness left her eyes, while her hair took on the natural luster of her people. The boils and welts on her skin were healed and cleansed, and she sat up straighter, no longer slouching. She looked down at the demons at her feet and gasped in horror, stomping on them until they were nothing but puddles of rot. Trembling, Isha put a hand to her head. “I…what have I done? What have I become?”

“It’s OK, we’ll get you out of here, you’re safe now,” Eris assured her.

Isha stood up, her expression wild. “No, you don’t understand! You have to flee, you have to get out before-”

“Oh hooooonnnnneeeeeeyyyyy,” a deep, wheezing voice called. “I’m hooooooommmmmeeeee!”

“...I called him,” Isha whispered, her eyes wide with terror as Grandfather Nurgle himself stomped forward towards them. “...forgive me. I knew not what I did.”

The cage door swung shut, and all three goddesses screamed as the lock snapped back into place.

“Well, well, well,” Nurgle laughed, grinning and showing a maw of rotting teeth and writhing maggots. “What have we here? Isha, sweetie, what have I told you about talking to strangers? You know better than that. It’s almost like you want to hurt me.”

“No,” Macha whispered, grabbing onto Isha. “No, we were so close!”

“Slay the other three,” Nurgle ordered his minions, who moved off in a wave towards where Russ, Magnus, and Angelos still fought. He reached out, caressing the cage with one massive rotting hand. “It seems I’ve a harem now. Fancy that.”

Aqua and Eris held on to one another and cried tears of horror, while Isha and Macha moaned. But their fear was drowned out by the gurgling laughter of the Father of Rot.

Author’s Note:

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