"Hope, love, hate; these are but different names for desire. Because mortals value them most, we lead them to the path of paradise lost."
The earth trembled with disgust, the sky was a bruised, purplish-black, and the air was torn by terrifying screams and delirious ecstasy.
But this was merely the aftershock of such a magnificent being's arrival; Kenmyo Isayama was so overwhelmed by this terrible power that he couldn't breathe, and his head throbbed.
At first, the laughter in his ears sounded like a young girl's, but later, it grew increasingly deranged and terrifying, and his mind felt as if it would explode from the sudden, sharp cackles.
After countless washing machine-like spins and turns, Kenmyo Isayama fell into endless darkness and lost consciousness.
When he awoke from his stupor again, Kenmyo Isayama found himself lying on an exceptionally soft carpet. The supremely gentle touch and perfectly snug fit made him feel as if he "never wanted to get up from it, even in death."
The spacious room was impossibly large, and an unimaginable blend of luxury and classical artistry. Various exquisite sculptures and vintage artworks, clearly from master craftsmen, served as decorations.
Delicate, patterned carpets covered the corridors and rooms, and a pleasant, relaxing fragrance permeated the air.
However, Kenmyo Isayama still struggled to get up. Lacking a strong sense of security, he couldn't forget the scene where he almost "died young" just now.
So, his first action was to summon the warhammer simulator. But what puzzled Kenmyo Isayama was that the overwhelming alarms from before were now gone without a trace; there wasn't a single one, as if it had all been a terrifying nightmare.
No matter how many times Kenmyo Isayama refreshed the warhammer simulator, he couldn't see the previous [Warning] notifications.
Kenmyo Isayama clearly remembered the last message, those blood-red, prominent words:
[WARNING! Please stop the simulation immediately.]
"What in the world is going on?"
Having experienced something unprecedented, Kenmyo Isayama was utterly confused and full of questions. Where was he now?
Why was he in this extremely luxurious room?
However, there was one thing Kenmyo Isayama could confirm: as long as no other dangers appeared, this place was temporarily safe.
Before Kenmyo Isayama could even let out a sigh of relief, a second voice, not his own, appeared in the room, instantly raising his guard and making his heart pound.
"Oh? You're finally awake?"
This voice was full of allure yet also jarring, somewhat like the combined voices of a holy Ecclesiarchy saint and a filthy Chaos Daemon. Although the two should have no connection whatsoever, they appeared simultaneously, and this strange, muddled sound sent chills down Kenmyo Isayama's spine.
And it was at this moment that Kenmyo Isayama suddenly felt an extremely intense, terrifying tremor, a sense of being watched by a being superior to his soul.
He abruptly looked up and saw a woman sitting at a simple white round table. Above her hung six impossibly large, giant crystal chandeliers, their lights twinkling from the gems and shining on her, making her dazzlingly radiant.
If one only considered her appearance, she was undoubtedly a woman whom all other women in the world would envy and hate, for her mere presence would dim their beauty.
In a word, she was a darling of the heavens. Every beautiful thing could be embodied in her; one could even say that the word "beauty" was her most essential and vivid expression.
This woman, with her graceful figure, exuded a fatal allure merely by sitting there, with every slight movement.
Her pink eyes held a gentle yet profound gaze, and against her exquisite face, her tender, watery eyes appeared extremely moist.
Though her elegant demeanor and, most importantly, her artistic and refined aura were filled with nobility, driving people to a frenzy of desire.
The woman with a cascade of purple hair wore a black, off-the-shoulder silk maxi dress. A pair of ruby earrings swayed gently at her ears. Her soft, milk-white, glowing, and velvety flawless skin contrasted sharply with her pure black dress. The grand chasm before her was even deeper than the galaxy.
The fabric of the woman's dress was very thin, subtly revealing the two slender legs hidden beneath.
Such sparse clothing could hardly conceal her seductive figure; the slightly taut dress perfectly showcased her curves, making her even more irresistibly charming.
If one only looked at her appearance, this woman was absolutely top-tier. But Kenmyo Isayama, on the contrary, looked as if he had seen a ghost, because in his eyes, she was no beautiful, enchanting woman, but clearly a terrifying Daemon.
Her rank was extremely high; Kenmyo Isayama even saw the Warp twisting into unspeakable horrors beside her. Beside her flowing black gauze, numerous Warp Daemons with terrifying presences surrounded her, and he could even see horrifying Vengeful Soul and Daemons dancing around her.
This scene truly blended the sacred and the Fall, and Kenmyo Isayama's heart was in his throat.
In Macarnus-Elfman's Inquisition career, he had never encountered such a terrifying entity; it transcended the normal laws of the world.
This noblewoman, sitting in her chair, gave the illusion of being seductive. She cleared her throat, and her muddled voice immediately became pleasant and melodious.
She spoke in a magnetic voice:
"Forgive me, it's been a long time since I spoke in a human language."
But when she saw Kenmyo Isayama's wary expression, she burst into a fit of giggles.
"Don't be so stiff, little one. Come here, sit in front of me."
The woman said with a chiding tone:
"This body of mine was made to your liking, so why are you so wary?"
She cupped her hands together, then released them. With this gathering and releasing motion, the elasticity was truly like a bouncy jelly.
Heh, if not for the overwhelming situation,
Kenmyo Isayama would surely have given a triple denial:
"I'm not, you're making things up, I didn't."
"And you should understand that if I wanted to do something to you, do you think you'd have any room to resist?"
Under the gaze of those pink eyes, Kenmyo Isayama's pressure doubled.
He could only silently walk to the woman's side and then sit in the empty chair opposite her.
The floor was covered with a carpet made of some unknown creature's fur. Shiny silver cutlery, candles, and vibrant flowers were neatly arranged on the dining table.
"I took a liking to you at first sight, you give me a feeling like my own child."
Looking at Kenmyo Isayama, who was so close, the wicked woman smiled enchantingly and said:
"Be my Chaos Champion. I will grant you any condition."
Her tone was somewhat sad:
"Though you are very weak now, so weak that I can only meet you through a projection weakened tens of thousands of times."
"But I will have my most powerful warriors teach you martial arts."
"Yes, the sons of your Imperium of Man's Emperor."