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... of Pleasure reclined upon the throne-bed, basking in pain and ecstasy, a satisfied breath slipping from parted lips.
A pink mist spread wider, leaving the pleasure-palace damp and slick.
The authority and awe of that Hope Primarch—the Savior—only stoked the god’s hunger and fascination.
"No..."
At the foot of the dais, the Fallen Phoenix, Fulgrim, slumped to the floor, eyes squeezed shut in pain.
This Daemon Primarch of Slaanesh had been summoned to attend ...
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