Rising up from a Nobleman to Intergalactic Warlord!!-Chapter 238

---Nirn, Planes of Oblivion---

Calling out to my benefactors, as we entered the Plane of Oblivion, the Daedric Princes quickly revealed themselves, welcoming us to their domain. Falling silent upon seeing Slaanesh, they proceeded to encircle her like a pack of ravenous wolves. Chomping at the bit, ready to tear the weakened Chaos God apart, I requested they hear me out first before mutilating her.

“While I would love nothing more than to be rid of Slaanesh, we cannot afford to kill her until another matter is resolved. A fifth power has arisen in the Warp, an abomination by the name of Nemesis.”, I told them. “The ancient monstrosity has already laid claim to Nurgle’s power and nearly did the same with Slaanesh. As I speak, Nemesis and her legions of demons are steadily gaining ground against the two remaining Chaos Gods.”

“Nemesis, you say. I have not heard that name in a very long time.”, Hermaeus Mora said, snapping out of his bloodlust. “Her reemergence presents a very real danger to the entire universe. If Nemesis was able to absorb Nurgle’s essence, it means she has already regained a fraction of her power.”

“You are correct; the Soul Stone is already in her possession.”, I acknowledged. “That is why we cannot kill Slaanesh yet. It will only make Nemesis stronger, putting us all in a worse position.”

Annoyed they could not kill her, the eighteen princes instead settled on beating her just short of death. Politely asking my companions to back away, as soon as they were clear, all hell broke loose. Knocking Slaanesh to the ground, the princes cut loose and literally tore her body apart. While the Aeldari deities looked on with satisfaction, the other women looked away as the sight was too gruesome for them.

Taking out their pent-up aggression on her for a good twenty minutes, they finally let up, just as her regenerative powers started to wane. Burning her blood from their clothing and skin, Boethiah spit on her mangled body before walking away with the others. Watching her body slowly piece itself back together, Slaanesh began to silently weep as she looked up at me.

“Do not look at me for sympathy; I have none for you.”, I remarked, looking back at her with disgust. “Clean yourself up; you are a mess.”

“Hehe… Okay… Pookiebear…!”, Slaanesh choked out, grinning at me.

Lifting my foot, I drove it straight into her skull, knocking her out cold. Nodding their heads in silent approval, Amallyn and the Aeldari deities gave me a thumbs up. Leaving her lying there, I rejoined the Daedric Princes, who were pouring themselves a drink.

“So, what brings you to our humble abode today, Victor?”, Sanguine questioned, downing a bottle of wine in seconds. “Are you here seeking counsel from Hermaeus Mora? Maybe to warn us about the impending danger heading toward us? Or… Did you come looking for a private moment with your would-be lovers?”

Driving her fist down onto his skull, Boethiah told Sanguine to keep his filthy thoughts to himself. Apologizing for his crude question, a flustered Azura repeated his initial question.

“I came here looking to fulfill my end of our arrangement.”, I answered, summoning Stormbreaker to me. “Earlier today, Stormbreaker received a massive upgrade in the fight against our shared enemies.”

“This… This is not some sick joke, right?”, Vaermina pressed me. “We could potentially leave our prison today?”

“I would never joke about something so serious to all of you.”, I swore. “The upgrade it received should allow Stormbreaker to seal and unseal artifacts of Chaos. In theory, I am now able to break what remains of their enchantments.”

Overcome by emotion, the eighteen princes immediately pulled me into a hug. Profusely thanking me, they eagerly presented their chains, ready to be set free. Lifting Stormbreaker, I was ready to bring the hammer down on Azura’s bindings when Clavicus Vile got in the way.

“Wait a moment! What if your new power has a cooldown period or other restrictions?”, Clavicus Vile questioned. “We should hold a lottery to see who will go first.”

“As the strongest among us, I should go first.”, Azura asserted, sliding to the front of her peers. “If an unknown drawback does exist, I have a backup plan. Once my power is fully restored, Victor and I will break your shackles together. Right, dear?”

“In that case, my divine powers would be far more useful than yours.”, Meridia countered, shoving Azura out of the way. “Right, Victor?”

Leaping back, the men barely got clear before a catfight broke out. Choosing to stay neutral initially, things changed when the dimension started collapsing. Pulling the women apart, I told them the order did not matter.

“The upgrade does not have a cooldown or any restrictions.”, I stated.

“Oh… Why didn’t you just say so?”, Ithelia questioned.

“You did not give the poor man a chance too.”, Sheogorath answered, trying to keep a straight face. “I have a suggestion for you, ladies. If you genuinely want a relationship with this respectable man, use your ears more than your mouth. Well… at least outside the bedroom anyway, HAHA!!”

Gritting their teeth, the eight women collectively struck Sheogorath's face with a sucker punch. Knocking him clean out of the realm and into the next, his hysterical laughter echoed behind him. Turning to me with sheepish expressions, Azura and the other women urged me to please proceed.

Starting with Azura, I instructed her to extend her bindings and put them under tension. Doing as I asked, she closed her eyes, ready to put her old life behind her. When the hammerhead came down on the ethereal chains, they erupted in a violent explosion. As the shackles faded away, her former power surged back into her body.

“Yes!! I am free at last!!”, Azura shouted, shedding tears of joy as she leapt onto me. “Thank you for restoring my freedom, Victor. You have no idea how much this means to me. I swear on my life, I will make you the happiest man in the universe.”

“If you are serious about it, who am I to stop you.”, I chuckled, holding her with one arm. “Alright, let’s liberate the rest of you as well.”

Proceeding alphabetically, the other seven thanked me in a similar fashion. The men thanked me with simple handshakes, except for Sanguine and Sheogorath. They playfully mimic the women, even going as far as trying to kiss me. Bashing them over the head, just as I would with Slaanesh, both men laughed it off, calling me a party pooper.

“On a more serious note, what do you gentlemen intend to do now with your newfound freedom?”, I questioned. “If possible, I would like to continue working with you on ridding the universe of the Chaos Gods.”

“We would like that as well.”, Jyggalag agreed. “In my opinion, our goal should be to find like-minded Lesser Chaos Gods and amass a sizeable army. With the combined strength of all our current forces, the enemy would easily repel us.”

"Victor, I formally acknowledge you as the new ruler of insanity. Taking these insane women into your household is the very definition of madness.”, Sheogorath cackled, turning to the women. “You ladies should do your part for the war effort and start popping out Lesser Chaos Gods. We are going to need all the assistance we can- “

“No! No!! No!!!”, Slaanesh seethed, running up and kicking him straight in the nards. “I am Victor’s baby factory, not these hussies!!”

Foaming from the mouth, Sheogorath crumpled to the ground in pain. He started to let out faint moans of agony as he curled up into the fetal position. Wincing in sympathetic pain, the men and I shifted uncomfortably, trying not to cry along with him. Bidding us farewell, for now, the male princes carried Sheogorath away to recover somewhere in peace.

“Get your filthy, grubby hands off my man!”, Slaanesh hissed, glaring daggers at Azura and the others. “I tolerate Isha and Lileath because we are cut from the same cloth. You eight are- “

“Oh, hell no!”, Lileath snapped, refusing to take that one on the chin. “You are an abomination; my mother and I are pseudo-deities. We are not the same!”

“That is just semantics.”, Slaanesh scoffed, dismissively. “In the end, the three of us were brought into existence by the Aeldari’s collective consciousness. Time to accept we are related and put the past behind us. We are going to be married to the same man after all.”

Looking at one another, the Aeldari deities and Azura’s group silently nodded their heads. Attacking Slaanesh together, they dragged her to the ground and proceeded to pummel her into the ground. Slaanesh, fighting back to the best of her strength, cried out for my assistance. Turning my back to her, she giggled gleefully as I walked away.

“She is well and truly a lost cause…”, Ionica sighed, rubbing her temples. “I presume we will be heading out to find Aremus’ flagship now?”

“No, I think I will send in a retrieval team to recover it for me.”, I commented, looking back at the Warp entities. “Taking all of them with us into Imperial warp space is just asking for unnecessary trouble. Nemesis will sense their collective presence and send swarms of her minions after us. It would not just be us in danger either; the entire Solshura System would be at risk.”

“What is your plan then?”, Aela questioned.

“While we wait, how about lunch at the Bannered Mare?”, I suggested.

Nodding their heads enthusiastically, my wives wholeheartedly approved. Telling the others we were leaving, they stopped beating on Slaanesh and ran over to us. Staggering after them, she begged us to wait up, as she wanted to eat too.