A Warhammer 40k fan

"Your forces are weak-willed degenerates. Just a disgraceful cult of excess and depravity. My Adepta Sororitas would destroy your ass, heretic."

Layla couldn't help but chuckle at the message her friend Becky sent over Discord. Her thumbs hovered over the keyboard, preparing a message of her own.

"Oh please. The Sisters of Battle are just a bunch of prudes working for the crown prince of the space fascists. And need I remind you that mommy-Slaanesh is the only chaos god to bring a sister to chaos?"

Layla could see her friend typing for a good while before getting a response.

"Miriael Sabathiel was just weak." the message read. "The other sisters would never betray the Emperor to chaos. And last I checked, Slaanesh was called the Dark Prince, Layla."

"Last I checked, Slaanesh is whatever you want her to be, Becky. If I want her to be a thicc dommy-mommy who pounds me with her two-foot cock, you best believe she'll be exactly that." Layla countered, smiling at her screen.

"Lol gross, dude! It's getting late. Gotta sleep, see you around. Bye!"

Layla typed her farewell and laid back in bed, thinking about her history with the game. She'd been getting into Warhammer for a few years now, mostly introduced to it by Becky. Though, it must've been disappointing for her when she discovered her friend was more interested in the Chaos God of sex, , and rock n' roll, rather than the "righteous and glorious" Imperium of Man. But still, the two of them played pretty often and frequently memed on the innate silliness of their ideologies.

Sure, Slaanesh had some drawbacks to her. She was a relatively young (and arguably weaker) Chaos God, and most of her servants were possessed by lust, pride, and utter depravity. But, she was also easy to worship, she was good at spreading her influence, her birth created the Eye of Terror, and though Layla would play it off as a joke, Slaanesh and her followers were fucking hot. I mean, she was literally a hermaphroditic sex demon. What's not to love?

As Layla relaxed her muscles and prepared for rest, she couldn't help but think about how much fun Slaanesh was. Even if total devotion would lead to some.... questionable things, just a little bit of vice and sin could still be fun. If only Becky understood....

While Layla drifted off into slumber, little did she know that dark, powerful forces observed her from beyond. Piercing through the veil between material and immaterial, a presence took notice of her thoughts and desires, and it took great pleasure in what it saw.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?"