Try to visualise, the fight, I think Slaanesh win he have the biggest colelctipon of eldar dragon dildo.
The prince/princess of excess just **** the wore queen so hard with Khorne stolen chain axe That Slaaan godess of sadomasoschitic hedonistic pleasure, the excitation abut life being on the bring of death will begin to see those thinsg as childish as she see Slaanesh porn collection.
Ho and by the way slaanesh pron collection is prohibited to people shocked by gore, massive drugs abuse, music excess. Chainsword being shoved ion the ass of a daemonette. COnsumption of huan flesh and blood. Slaanesh done it all.
Also damonette have spike on theyr toungue allowing them to bleed their victims when they so sensualy and sexualy lick the next and nice part of the said victims.
Slaan have made giantic orgys around a goat like figure, were people were udner heavy drugs, teh drugs was fume made with potion containing dead featus members finger and eyes of people who enetr the cult and refuse to adhere it.
They both love sex and gore.
VIsualize the fight now.
HO **** CUT THE VISUAL.
Seriously they were 666 jokes that coul have been made about that fight and you have to come with Bane wins........
YOU ARE SOOOOOOOOOO LLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMME
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Bane we are in warhammer 40 000 and Berserk, they both leave in depth of the astrla plane Slaanesh live in the eye of terror well he is born in the warp and the eye of terror is the domain of all 4 chaos god in the materium but slaanesh open it by just being birthed....
A rift in the warp in the materium....
Slan is in the dpet of teh astral plane She may moove her astral from to take form from I dunno troll intestin, or anykind of flesh lying on the ground, even flesh of astral beings
Now carthage stop trolling pelase and have some hot pic of slaanesh and slan
You are weird.
But at least youd id make a good joke unklike the ****tard over here.
5/7 = ???/666?
At elast 475/666
rememebr we are in godhand chaos god domain here.
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"Why should the veneration of the body be a crime? Why should we discredit the adoration of our companions and companions? Sigmar has long since died, yet he is treated like a God. Slaanesh is alive and all he asks of us is to love one another for what we really are. You can keep it, your deceased God. "
- Excerpts from the confession of Baron Otto von Daubler
The cults of Slaanesh are prolific; They are found as well in town as in the worst lost holes. Slaanesh offers a lot of fun and so much suffering. He fulfills each of your dreams, whether it is carnal union or the creation of beautiful sonnets. Patron of sweet dreamers and envious, it is surprisingly popular and possesses the souls of many personalities of the Empire. Slaanesh is much more accepted in the Old World than most other Chaos gods. If his perverse acts disgust most honest people, some are attracted by the freedom and carnal pleasures that he promises them. Slaanesh is particularly popular among the nobles, although the commoners often pray to him in secret to forget their sordid existence made only of chores and servitude.
There are many reasons why Slaanesh is so popular and holds such power in the Old World. Moral oppression is probably the main one. With a cult of monolithic Sigmar, the inhabitants of the Old World feel that they are repressed by the edicts of the temples, obliged to lead a life that does not fit their desires and needs. Add to this the notions of behavioral acceptability maintained by customs, and you get a society crushed by moral and ethical oppression.
Social restrictions are not the only reasons why people turn to Chaos. The Empire is a state where rank plays a leading role, a nation of classes, but the system is fluid. It is true that the poor have little hope of rising, but an artist painting the perfect portrait can be catapulted over the front of the stage from one day to the next. Similarly, a successful poet will be able to spend the rest of his days in comfort. But these achievements are rare. Moreover, it is much easier to fall from its pedestal. Thus a man may be the favorite courtier of the Countess one day, and hanged on the gibbet the next day. Add to this a growing merchant class that slowly but surely encroaches on the aristocracy's preserve in terms of wealth, and the social structure of the Empire will seem more complex than ever.
Given the fluidity of the imperial structure, individuals have much to gain and to lose; Depending on their fortune, talent and ability to convince their neighbors of their value. This creates tremendous pressure and stress, and with their desire to succeed (or simply survive), many turn to the forces of darkness for inspiration and assistance. Given that Slaanesh proposes to realize all dreams, some speak to him when their trials are too heavy to bear. And Slaanesh most often responds. The more it gives, the more the mortals want it. An artist who lets himself be tempted by this Dark God will no doubt find the inspiration necessary to paint a masterpiece, but will soon realize that he will not be able to renew the experience without the help of the Supreme Serpent. He will end up giving himself more and more often to the Master of Pleasures, until he can do nothing without feeling his caress.
The disciples of Slaanesh are perverse hedonists, made up of the worst of what mankind has to offer. Everything, from sadistic to masochistic, is found, all giving themselves up to the worst vices for a brief moment of thrill, the fulfillment of all their desires in a few moments. The figure of Slaanesh being the 6th, its cults usually meet in multiples of six. No one is immune to the charms of Slaanesh; It attracts both the nobles and the commoners. The Master of Pleasures seduces people from the Empire to Bretonnia through the great city-states of Tilee and the fortified palaces of Estalia. During their perverse orgies, they often kill as they entertain, inviting strangers to take part in their hideous rituals, during which they titillate them with great promise, the whole reaching its culminating point when the guest willingly sacrifices his life For his new God.
Slaanesh imposes little on his worshipers except to devote himself to the quest for pleasure and hedonism. The longer a disciple worships Slaanesh, the more blasé he becomes, and the more his perversions must be repugnant and shocking to stimulate his blunted senses. Here are some of Slaanesh's commandments.
The quest for sensations is an end in itself. See beyond what is safe and banal to know the true pleasures and pain inherent in Slaanesh.
Glorify Slaanesh by awakening desire in everyone. Do not make any distinction of class or status. There is a child of Slaanesh sleeping in everyone.
Any form of pleasure honors Slaanesh. Whether intellectual or carnal, if an act produces sensations, it must be accomplished.
Excess, Perfection and Obsession
Seduction by Darkness
Slaanesh gains power and influence within the Chaos Realms by feeding and nourishing emotions and extreme experiences in the realm of mortals. Although no mortal can claim shelter from the temptations of the Supreme Serpent, some men are more likely to attract his attention than others.
The nobility, in particular, seems more attracted by the gifts of Slaanesh. Without the necessity of labor, just sitting in front of the food on the table, the nobles have every leisure to indulge in all the pastimes they desire, and a life of laziness is dotted with ready-made hooks To trap an imprudent soul. With wealth and a noble birth comes power, which it is very easy to abuse. The nobles have access to resources that few can imagine, including libraries of ancient texts and treasures full of priceless objects. What knowledge and forbidden relics lurk in these places, just waiting to trap the soul of the dilettante?
But it is not only the members of the nobility who seek the extremes of experience. While many believe that Khorne, the God of Blood, is the patron of warriors, many of these men implore Slaanesh's favor. Although Khorne delights in the simple and direct act of killing, no matter how he does it, Slaanesh seeks the perfection of the fatal blow itself and the experience of killing. The warriors who turn to the Supreme Serpent do so in order to perfect their martial skills to an artistic performance, where each blade is as delicate as the caress of a lover, and just as exquisite for the killer as the victim. These men go towards ever more extreme combat styles, aspiring to master the act of killing in each of its variations. If some warriors seek to perfect their skills, others come to revel in the cruelty of their art, to become masters of pain and torture in all its forms.
Those who seek knowledge are also sensitive to the temptations of the Prince of Chaos. One would expect most men to turn to Tzeentch for the revelations they seek, but this is not always the case. Scientists who become obsessed with the details of an obscure wisdom are trained to perform more and more extreme acts when Slaanesh has granted them his sinister blessings. There can be no terrible knowledge that they can not bear it - or at least believe it - and they will make all the sacrifices necessary for the unceasing pursuit of the teachings of which they dream. They inevitably reach the limits of the knowledge that a human mind can bear, especially when it concerns the secret stories of the world and its creation, and the forces that underlie reality. The sanatoriums are full of fallen scholars who gibber and wander about anonymous deities and impossible places, their souls and minds ravaged by the knowledge revealed to them by their sinister God.
Those who serve the various beliefs and cults of the Empire and beyond are particularly valuable to Slaanesh, for blasphemy is one of the many concepts of his kingdom. Nothing is more pleasing to the Supreme Serpent than an individual displaying a facade of purity - especially if it is a priest - but who delights to practice in secret the acts he condemns to the open day . Thus, the Wizards must regularly seek in their own ranks - and that of the Cult of Sigmar - hidden followers of the Prince of Chaos. Countless leaders whose sanctity seemed irreproachable were accused of heresy and put to death when the Mark of Slaanesh was discovered on their body.
There are many other examples of people led on the paths of damnation by the dark promises of the Prince of Chaos: promises of power that will lead them to the highest excellence. Practitioners of Magic must always be vigilant against the sirens' song of knowledge and forbidden power. Counselors and administrators are also often tempted by the power they exercise, and those who are prevented from fully exercising their capacities due to birth among the populace are all the more inclined to Sell their souls to reach a status that the nobles guard jealously. The narcissist aspires to embellish his face to make other mortals crazy with desire, and the artist to create wonders such that the spectators will want to tear their own eyes so that they are never contaminated by a lesser vision. Hunters seek the ability to track their prey by remaining totally indistinguishable and possessing an almost supernatural aim - they invariably start hunting not beasts, but men, and some feel compelled to test their skills against the Sylvan Elves , Often with fatal consequences for the hunter.
Invariably, those who even enjoy the tiniest blessing of the Supreme Serpent are dragged along the road of excess and their damnation is inevitable. The cruel reality of Chaos is that it always ends up destroying all those who try to use it, except for the most powerful of its Champions. Perhaps more than any other Chaos Gods, Slaanesh delights in this process, boasting of the fall of the Champions, even the most powerful. Though they do not know, the excesses of the servants of Slaanesh only feed the fires of their own eternal damnation.
"Kiss Poisoned, is the edge of the stylet. Crimson triumph, are the red lips of blood. Delightful grief, is the soul of the mortal who is extinguished. Dance of blades haunting and exquisite, pain is only part handed. Screaming Herald, who proclaims the ultimate eternal victory, in the embrace of Slaanesh, let us fall, for he is our Dark Love and our Dark Lord. "
- Anonymous Slaanesh's Demonette
Divinely graceful and ravishing, the slender and elegant body of this divinity is hermaphrodite: male on the left and female side on the right, to better defy the order of the world. Unlike the other gods of Chaos, it is the only one to possess an engaging aspect, that of a slender and elegant being with the enchanting and diabolical androgynous beauty, nimbed with a totally irresistible palpable charm that aspires the souls of the bodies of its Enemies, lost in the depths of his languorous gaze. Stunning and magnificent in some ways, it is extremely disturbing and unnatural by others. Slaanesh can take on a masculine, feminine, hermaphrodite or androgynous appearance, but it appears most often in the form of a young beardless man filled with the sap of youth. He is a winner as only an immortal can be, disarming of innocence and sorcerer in his slightest gestures. His hair floats like waves of pure gold, pierced by two black horns that push him to the forehead. He is dressed in a sparkling mesh shirt lined with velvet and gems with obscene beauty. In his right hand, he wears a scepter of magic jade which he claims to be his most precious treasure.
The Scar: During the war between the Elven Pantheon and the Chaos Gods, Khaine and Slaanesh clashed. Even though Khaine was banished to the realm of mortals, he inflicted severe wounds on the Prince of Chaos, and left on his perfect face a notch that never completely healed.
Slaanesh and the Great Game
Even though Slaanesh is the least powerful of the four brothers, the other Chaos gods fear him secretly (though none of them will openly acknowledge him). Although Khorne, Nurgle and Tzeentch infuse - respectively - wars, plagues and machinations into the world of men, Slaanesh gains power by feeding the darkest impulses of mankind, stirring the fires of all that drives mortals into the world, before. In the end, this power is autonomous, for heresy begets heresy. One day, Khorne will run out of enemies, Nurgle's count for epidemics will be over, and Tzeentch's plots will come to their conclusion. No one, however, can imagine a moment when mortals will be able to put aside their darkest passions and selfish desires and renounce what they most desire. In truth, the potential of the Supreme Serpent is limitless because it is defined by the evils that men can dream of inflicting on one another.
Khorne is the only God to openly detest Slaanesh, fulminating against the decadence and lust in which his rival wallows. While a devotee of the God of Blood will prevail by the brutal use of his strength, a servant of Slaanesh will savor each of the delicate slashes aroused by his blade, and will release his victim from his respect only when she no longer provides him pleasure. However, Nurgle and Tzeentch also have difficulty in enduring the presence of the Prince of Chaos. This is partly due to the fact that he incarnates the excesses of the other gods: Khorne and his anger, Tzeentch and his intrigues, Nurgle and his love of pestilence. Unconsciously, they realize that Slaanesh's influence is getting stronger and stronger, and that perhaps one day the power of the Prince of Chaos will match theirs, or even eclipse it.
Prince of Chaos Domain
In the undulating and unlimited kingdoms of Chaos, each God has his own territory, whose unreal boundaries grow and decrease as the power of their master flow and ebb. That of the Prince of Chaos is the smallest of these infernal regions, for Slaanesh is the youngest of the Gods of Chaos and his power does not equal that of his brothers.
Unlike the other Powers of the Ruin, in particular Khorne, Slaanesh has no fortress or citadel as such. Instead, his court is in a vast, luxurious, shimmering pavilion where all the excesses imagined by humanity are practiced to the last degree: worshipers and devils indulge in them without any inhibition at orgies and feasts where food Foul yet has an exquisite taste. It is said that this terrible place is agitated with emotion and experience so extreme that it radiates in the dreams and desires of mortals, stirring up the hidden passions and nourishing the secret appetites. It is even said that these extremes are practiced in the form of competitions, judged by Slaanesh, so that his champions can be chosen and sent into the world to spread their evils among mortals.
Such a place may seem vulnerable to an attack by the cohorts of the brothers of the Prince of Chaos. With his hosts in every possible way in the roof of his pavilion, his enemies could easily attack and destroy his domains once and for all, but the possessions of Slaanesh are well protected, because their defense is the weaknesses Intruders themselves: any attacker must first pass through the Six Circles of Temptation before entering the territory of the Prince of Chaos.
Although appearances suggest that he welcomes them with open arms on his land, Slaanesh traps both his friends and his enemies. Once subjugated to the will of the Supreme Serpent, death is a merciful liberation from which the damned can only dream. The few people who somehow manage to pass through the Six Circles meet in front of Slaanesh himself. It is impossible for a mortal to contemplate his angelic face without losing his soul, and those who do so become enslaved to all his caprices. In truth, an eternity of damnation awaits souls enslaved to the blasphemous desires of the Prince of Chaos.
"I have been informed that prominent members of the prestigious Red Falcon Salon engaged in blasphemous rituals and had been behaving in a way that did not suit the nobles. The confessions of the witnesses cause me great uneasiness. Stories of carnal acts, bloody sacrifices and the absorption of illegal substances of a suspicious nature are only the beginning. I advocate the arrest and interrogation of these members for more information, as well as purification of the parlor by fire, should these rumors be based. "
- Mannfred Shonauger, Wrecker
Cultist of Slaanesh
What kind of mortal is subjugated by the song of the sirens of the Supreme Serpent and promise their souls to Slaanesh? Of course, those who have noble blood are easy prey for the Great Corruptor, but there are also many others, from artists and musicians to politicians and warriors. Slaanesh is honored in its many forms throughout the Northern Lands as well as in the Old World. Thousands of years ago, a faction of the Ulthuan Elves indulged in the perversions of the Cult of Pleasure, which is said to have been the cause of the great split which divided this noble race. Throughout the heart of the largest cities, decadent and discreet worship is hatched in the higher spheres of society. How many then inadvertently slipped into the welcoming arms of Slaanesh by slowly succumbing to sin? How many great leaders have allied themselves with the Prince of Chaos to strengthen their position, or even to arouse the admiration and respect of their fellow citizens? Slaanesh exploits these weaknesses to revel in the devotion he inspires them.
The nobles are particularly inclined to be seduced by the promises of Slaanesh, thanks to a life of indolence without hindrance. It is said that most of the worshipers of Chaos worshipers who exist throughout the Empire have arisen between coteries of noble idlers, individuals whose decadence has gone from selfish banter to something much darker. In these groups the thrill of futile indecency is too easily oriented towards manifest blasphemy and deliberate iconoclasm. Similarly, curious minds can easily pass from exoticism to esotericism; From there, the path to the pursuit of forbidden knowledge is as rapid as it is reprehensible. Those who intrigue and conspire against rivals or more favored parents are abused by the promise of extraordinary powers, while people with certain weaknesses, real or imagined, might find a way to overcome them, if they accept pay the price.
When the lazy "frasques" of the nobility are transformed into active pursuit of power, the agents of the Powers of the Ruin are ready to offer their advice and to drive the damned always further. Hooded foreigners appear in the early morning and speak to the glassy-eyed nobles about power and experiences that even they have never imagined. Messages are written and rituals are performed. The blood is poured and pacts are sealed. Souls are exchanged and unnameable acts performed. Overnight, the group of nobles seeking distractions from the small cares of everyday life became a cult, members fearing to be discovered by the Wailers who suddenly appeared in the city. Even before they realized it, the nobles became devotees of the Powers of the Ruin, already integrated into the innumerable ranks of the wanderers and the damned.
In truth, most of the Old World men who hear Slaneesh's call will die long before they can fully respond, for the Sigmar Templars are always vigilant. Some are consumed by their passions, drinking too long at the nectar of obsession, so that their sins become evident to all those around them. Others are endowed with marks of their divinity, so that they must flee into the woods before their true nature is revealed, but most of them will be easy prey for the Beastmen and other inhabitants Of forests, and they will never realize the visions that haunt their feverish dreams. Unless their dark passions hatch within an established worship, the debauchery that seizes them invariably signals their covenant with the Supreme Serpent in the eyes of all, and makes their sins impossible to ignore.
That is why those who worship the Prince of Chaos are used to form secret coteries, sects and confraternities, for, perhaps more than for the followers of the other Chaos Gods, their actions must remain hidden in order to endure. The disciples of Slaanesh are gregarious by nature, and their rituals require both victims and an audience, although these are often the same people who fulfill these two roles. Indeed, no act, however extreme or blasphemous it may be, makes sense if no one else is witnessed, whether by other Slaanesh followers or by just involuntary victims before moving from Life to death.
Most of his disciples avoid wearing the Lord of Pleasures symbols in public, but most dress in a sensual way or wear jewelry with erotic motifs as a sign of their allegiance. In fact, his worshipers are often dressed in the latest fashion, although their clothes are adjusted to reveal even more their bodies or to emphasize the forms in order to push the limits of propriety. During private rituals, the worshipers wear dresses exposing their right breasts, whatever their sex.
Great is the attraction aroused by the incarnation of satisfaction in all its forms, and those who join it succumb quickly to the sins of pride and arrogance. Slaanesh's henchmen are always sensual and exercise a strange seduction despite their repugnant mutations and mutilations. Those who serve for a long time the Supreme Serpent lose any inhibition imposed by the social norm. What was once pleasant to them becomes banal, and these disciples must seek new ways more strange and depraved to appease their appetites. Soon even the most debauched experiences of the flesh lose their attraction, and the worshipers of Slaanesh must seek sensations of gentle agony to feel the slightest excitement. Decadence gives birth to perversion and perversion becomes abomination, until there is nothing left but a frantic and throbbing need to feel something ... anything.