Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

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So, this is how you've always lived?

For some reason, the demon felt a pang of pity for Kasgar.

[Yes, she has been just as...passionate ever since we met on Chemos over two hundred years ago.]

However... it seems that Fugrim's affection for me has not diminished over time, but rather seems to have grown stronger.

Two hundred years!

God!

He actually survived such torment from Fugrim for so long!

And they're still alive!

At that moment, the demon within the piercing sword felt a deep respect for Casgar.

hiss......

No, logically speaking, no ordinary person would allow Fugrim to run rampant like this.

You...you're not enjoying this too, are you?

No...no (feeling guilty)

really?

The demon within the stabbing sword sighed in the void.

really!

Neither of these two people is normal.

It finally understood why Salis had left after its first attempt to seduce it failed, never to cast another glance or offer a blessing.

Is this what it means to cut your losses in time?

Or rather...

Actually, He was always watching, but He was just—peeking?

......

[So that's why my flames no longer have a burning effect on you.]

After listening to the demon's lament from the sword, Kasgar fell into deep thought.

I roughly understand.

The only possible explanation is that you are actually a subspace being formed from the purest power of love in the universe.

The reason you ended up under Slaanesh's command is because He devoured and corrupted a portion of the power and authority that did not belong to Him, causing you to previously believe yourself to be a Slaanesh demon.

That's not actually the case; you were never originally a member of the Slaanesh faction.

The warp creature in the sword was originally a pure-love demon, but given that Slaanesh expanded his territory in the warp after his birth, he also absorbed that authority.

Just like Tzeentch at his most powerful moment could control the Hellstorm and the Invisible Twisting within the entire Chaos Octagon.

However, with the combined resistance of the other three Chaos Gods, even the mighty Tzeentch could only spit out a portion of the power he had devoured, and even his staff was torn to pieces.

But this chaotic octagon does not mean that the entire subspace only has these eight corners.

Besides the eight directions of the Chaos Octagon, there are countless subspace creatures that symbolize extremely finely divided domains, and their existence may also be affected.

This demon with the stabbing sword was originally a demon of pure love, but unfortunately, under the influence of Slaanesh's power, he mistakenly believed that he was Slaanesh's follower.

Actually, you've always been a pure-hearted devil who loves looking at centaur gold rings.

This is a compelling explanation for why, in the original work, it disappears from the story after seducing Forgrim.

Logically speaking, how could such a great achievement as luring Forgrim and killing Feralas not shine brightly in the Slaanesh camp, which is desperately short of manpower?

Then look at the Chaos Demons of the other three factions. Don't even mention that useless Kabanhar who could be killed twice by angels. Can any demon be as effective as his stabbing sword?

Such a powerful entity subsequently disappeared without a trace.

While it's a bit embarrassing to be killed by Forgrim, its disappearance can only mean that it wasn't originally part of the Slaanesh faction.

Now, it's just a matter of acknowledging one's ancestors and returning to one's roots.

Is this... real?

Although it sounds a bit eerie, this seems to be the best explanation.

Of course, this is just my speculation, but it fits the current situation quite well, doesn't it?

[Hello? Are you alright?]

A long silence followed as Casca questioned the sword.

This was a huge blow to that demon's worldview.

He does not cultivate good deeds in his daily life, but only loves to steal the head of a bull.

Suddenly the temple opened, and there they encountered the madwoman.

The tides come in at Lalan Atoll, and only today do I realize that I am truly myself.

......

You mean to say that I'm actually one of the centaur's subordinates?

In the end, the demon trembled and chose to accept Casgar's explanation.

Having lost the blessing of the powerful Slaanesh, the current Demon of the Slaying Blade has lost much of its power.

It urgently needs to find a new job to draw energy from.

Otherwise, subspace creatures would quickly wither and die.

That's right.

Kaska nodded at the other person, feigning sadness.

Although it's hard to accept, it's better to accept it as soon as possible.

The stabbing sword fell silent again for a long time.

wrong.

No, no, no!

wrong!

Pleasure must outweigh that ridiculously awkward centaur gold ring between those two scoundrels!

The so-called pure love is nothing but a foolish rhetoric. Some people have rejected it with the same argument, but in the end they all fell into Slaanesh's arms!

If you still refuse... I do have a suggestion.

Casca communicated with it in this way.

At that moment, a very...dark plan suddenly appeared in his mind.

What suggestion?

Well then, since you also find the centaur gold ring hard to accept...

Why not watch it with us and build up your resistance through desensitization therapy?

Is looking at centaur gold rings a way to desensitize oneself?

The demon within the piercing sword paused for a moment, as if in thought.

Okay, I promise you.

Upon hearing those words from the other party in his mind, Casca revealed a triumphant smile.

Well, this guy isn't exactly smart either!

No wonder he was able to turn the tables even when he was hanging on the wall by Forgrim; it's really hilarious.

[Hmph, let's see. I refuse to believe that an orchestra made up of mortals like you can rival the great Slaanesh musicians.]

However, this method of luring people in...

...Why does it feel like Casgar is more like a stabbing sword?

......

The Imperial Pride is still traveling in warp space.

After receiving the invitation from Philus, they continued to move towards their goal.

Soon, the Emperor's Sons fleet will rendezvous with the Primarch Sisters on Carolis and assist the Fifty-Second Expedition in continuing the fight.

But it was precisely during this period of continuous travel in the subspace that Casca had ample opportunity to lure...

Bah! How can you call this centaur thing an enticement?

To correct the demon's mind in that piercing sword, and gradually make it accept the beliefs of the centaur gold rings of Casca and his companions.

So, after watching so many performances featuring the centaur gold ring, don't you have anything to say?

【No...no! I've always found you two scoundrels utterly ridiculous! And that whole "pure love, war god, centaur" thing you mentioned is completely beneath my notice!】

—Still being stubborn.

Kaska himself could feel that the demon within the piercing sword was constantly weakening in its resistance against them.

Even Casgar could sometimes hear the demon unconsciously humming in his mind.

Clearly, it won't be long before this Slaanesh demon is only capable of chanting "Thirty-year-old centaur gold ring aba aba aba".

Progress is encouraging!

The thought of wielding this piercing sword as a divine weapon filled Kaska with joy.

A sword that possesses a sword spirit, and the sword spirit will help it fight alongside it.

It's not a hindrance, but a rare magic sword that can fight alongside you.

Unlike combinations like Abaddon paired with Draconian, or the Grey Knight paired with the Demon Sword where both sides hinder each other, if the demon within this sword were completely corrupted...

The intensity in the future will be unimaginable.

Casca is very much looking forward to this.

—But doing it this way, it seems like I'm the one who's more like the devil...

......

"Front!"

"Report to the commander immediately! We've spotted another legion's flagship ahead! Connecting is in progress!"

Just as the Imperial Pride was about to reach its designated location, a number of other legions appeared directly in front of them, and these were not even ships of the Iron Hand.

That was... the flagship of the Deathguard. Its olive-colored hull and the unique and enormous insignia of the Deathguard clearly indicated the ownership of this Glory Queen-class flagship.

The flagship of Mortalian, the (temporary) commander of the Fourteenth Legion.

"Motalian? Why is he here?"

But Kasgar remembered that Mortalian shouldn't be here, at least not in the upcoming battle, which would be a showdown between the two Primarchs, Fugrim and Filus.

"I don't know, I haven't even received any requests from him."

Fugrim frowned slightly.

As the Imperial Warmaster, she has many responsibilities, one of which is coordinating relationships between the Primarchs.

But it seems that Mortalian did not inform them why they were here.

This is a very suspicious act.

After all, cooperation between legions is not a big deal, and Mortalian had no reason not to explain in advance why he wanted to fight alongside the Iron Hand.

"I need to access their communications and get to the bottom of this."

"Ah... General Zhan, hello there."

The Mortalian in the holographic projection looked somewhat awkward.

"Motalian, explain your purpose and why you came here secretly without prior notice."

"The Great Crusade is drawing to a close, and we are about to clear away all obstacles in the galaxy. Therefore, I need you to explain your reasons."