Slannesh: - HOW DARE YOU!? -

The angry voice of the god shook every portion of the immaterium. The anger, the rage, the immaculate lack of control that the deity emanated was such that even Khorne himself would be tempted.

Kanan had no chance to utter a word, as his warp astral projection was launched miles away as Slannesh struck him with his barely controlled rage. The white-haired ork fell to the insistent ground, bouncing and spinning again and again, doing his best to avoid any fatal blow.

The wounds in the body are painful without a doubt, but insignificant compared to the wounds received in the soul itself. Kanan experienced that pain firsthand, even though he had no physical body on which his receptors were activated, but without a doubt his pain had never before been so devastating.

????: - He resists. -

Kanan did not have time to identify the mysterious voice that was whispering in his ear, because when he looked up, he could only see how the god attacked the floor with his hand, crushing it with devastating forces and his gigantic hands.

The white-haired ork would know that such a blow would undoubtedly have destroyed several of his organs, but the warp kingdom was too cruel to allow him the luxury of a quick and painless death.

Slannesh: - HOW DARE YOU DEFY ME!? I CREATED YOU... I AM YOUR MASTER! YOU MUST OBEY MY ORDERS! -

In another fit of rage, Slannesh struck the ork again, throwing him even further away than before. Metaphorically speaking, since in the realm of the immaterium concepts such as time and space are completely non-existent.

This time Kanan's fall was much more agonizing. His body did not roll over on itself... but remained stuck on the non-existent ground, in such an unnatural way that it looked like a rag doll.

His astral body hurt. It hurt like no one could imagine. He could feel his soul being torn apart with each outburst of the god's fury. He knew that Slannesh would give him a slow death, doing everything possible to provide him with as much suffering as possible. I knew... I couldn't do anything to stop it.

?????: - Get up. -

I was there. That strange voice echoed once again inside his head. He didn't know why it seemed so familiar, especially since he had never heard its loud ringing before. Kanan raised his eyes, only to see how Slannesh had one of his arms raised, ready to hit him again and slam him into the ground.

What was the point of fighting? His opponent was a god, an invincible being made of pure malice and negative thoughts. A torrent of warp energy materialized in a Machiavellian and angry Lovecraftian being. There was no chance of being able to defeat him. What was he talking about? Just thinking about facing him was already complete madness. Maybe... it would be best to just stay still... motionless... Let all that pain consume your soul and maybe... just maybe... find some eternal rest.

But not.

Kanan opened his eyes, engulfed in bloodlust clearly visible. In a last desperate attempt, he used his left hand and foot to push himself out of the path of Slannesh's attack, twisting his body to the side until he believed himself to be a safe distance away.

The god of chaos roared with fury at such insolence, while he watched with increasing anger as this pathetic mortal dared to challenge him while he barely stood up. Kanan's face showed no fear, no hatred, no anger... none of that. His angry face showed his determination. He wouldn't be broken so easily. He would not be brought to his knees against his own will. Never more.

Slannesh: - HOW DARE YOU!? YOU INSIGNIFICANT WORM! -

?????: - ¡Peléa! -

Kanan watched in terror as Slannesh attacked him once again, but this time, the god's hands showed enormous, sharp claws that could surely rip them apart with a simple touch. The ork had to roll to the side to avoid the impact, and despite everything, he could feel the shock wave that the fury of the god of chaos caused behind him.

????: - ¡PELÉA! -

The voice in his head echoed in his head over and over again. He didn't know why, but listening to her seemed to have an invigorating effect on him. He could feel the desire to battle growing inside him, even though his opponent was an all-powerful and indestructible being. Still... Kanan charged at Slannesh as if he truly believed he had the slightest chance.

An angry shout from Slannesh marked his determination to punish the insolent man. His hand was charged behind his back, lashing out in a violent horizontal movement that would destroy everything in its path. Still, Kanan managed to slip beneath the god's colossal hand before continuing his run.

The ork's objections were null. Without weapons or any means to defeat his opponent his fight was completely in vain, but surrender was an option whose very idea made Kanan have a bitter taste in his mouth. But without a doubt, what infuriated Slaneesh most was seeing the smile that the ork wore on his face.

The crazy green skin seemed to be enjoying the unequal confrontation, although calling it a confrontation would be an epiphany for the most deluded. Well, seen from a realistic point of view, Kanan looked like a simple grasshopper dodging the powerful footsteps of a Tyrannosaurus rex.

In a decision that could not be considered anything other than an artistic attack, Kanan clung to Slannesh's hand as his claws passed dangerously close to his head. The ork clung to the god's metaphorical skin like a splinter under the skin, even as the god shook his hand and slammed it into the ground, but it did not let go.

?????: - ¡PELÉA! -

Hearing the voice once again drove him to do one crazy thing after another. Now, clinging to the god's hand, he began to trap on his forearm, digging his enormous clawed fingers into it to ensure a firm grip as he climbed up the chaos god's skin.

Slannesh struggled to shake him off, but the god of excess was so enveloped in absolute rage that thinking clearly was simply impossible. His blows were erratic, to the point of hitting his own arm with such force that it deformed it, creating chilling sounds of broken bones.

Kanan took advantage of the god's own injuries and deformities in the limb to climb on his arm while he dodged the attacks and held on to the violent shocks. But despite his constant struggle, Slannesh was not able to rid himself of such annoyance. Even so, his face became even angrier when he saw the greenskin over his shoulder.

Kanan screamed in fury, in an impossible race on the shoulder of the colossal being while both vented their rage in a frantic exchange of angry roars. Kanan ran with all his strength, ready to reach the Slannesh's face to unleash his anger, but he was not unaware of seeing the god's enormous arm that would violently attack his own shoulder.

Slannesh was at its worst. That dirty ork had dared not only to rebel against him, but to desecrate his beautiful body with his disgusting mortality. Between screams and roars he cursed the insolent man, swearing him the most painful and slow death for such an offense. All those mortals were the same... unable to see their twisted beauty and accept them as their own. That's why they all deserved to suffer for eternity while he devoured their pathetic souls.

Slannesh slammed his own shoulder with such force that his metaphysical body distorted as if imitating the dislocation of the shoulder. His own rage had left a mark on his thin skin, as well as the marks his own claws had caused, but his target had escaped his onslaught.

Slannesh looked up slightly, only to see Kanan fly above his head wrapped in a mysterious aura. The green skin himself was not aware of it, but his body emanated an incomprehensible green miasma, which contrasted ridiculously with the smile on his face. Kananlo was enjoying himself like never before, and that was something that would escape any mortal's understanding.

But he was an ork... That was something he had already accepted and he wouldn't back down because of it. If he was going to die, it would be with a huge smile on his face, and he would not rest until his body or spirit were unable to move. Meanwhile... he would continue fighting until he reached his goal. Because...HE WAS AN ORK!

Suddenly, Kanan's fist showed a bright green light. An overwhelming amount of energy was concentrated on his knuckles, energy that he had no use for, and that would obviously destroy his body if he didn't let it out immediately.

????: - ¡PELÉA! -

Kanan's fist hit Slannesh's face with unacceptable force. The impact shook every region of the inmeterium, as an unstoppable wave of energy pierced the warp to the unknown infinity, the face of Slannesh itself being the epicenter of it all.

Kanan was thrown into the distance by such immeasurable power, but he did not take long to get up to see the dented face of the god right where he had hit him. The logical thing would have been to wonder how he was able to perform a feat like that, but Kanan himself was so euphoric that it was not even worth asking such nonsense. He was able to do it... and that was all he needed to know.

However, the excitement did not last long. Slannesh stood motionless, in shock. Reluctant to accept reality, and the fact that that disgusting inferior being had dared to tarnish her perfect face. His hand slowly approached his cheek, and when he felt the dent that the unworthy green skin had left in it, his anger exploded absolutely.

Slannesh's angry cry shook reality itself. The Aeldari felt a chill run through their bodies and a sudden headache. Psykers across the galaxy felt sudden fear, even the least powerful ones, though they were unable to know why. Even the most savage and conscienceless species hid in the face of imminent danger, although nothing lies in wait for them. Even... the Tyranid hive mind itself paused for a few seconds, analyzing with meticulous care the cause of such an energetic burst.

Slannesh turned to the ork slowly. His beautiful facial features were deformed, as Kanan's own perception of him had cracked, turning into a grotesque discoloration of excess and rage. In front of his mouth, a ridiculous amount of energy was concentrated, taking the shape of an unstable sphere whose surface was deformed by the energy bursts inside. Kanan knew something ridiculously big was coming, but his face could do nothing but smile in anticipation. He was elated... possessed by the pleasure of battle. But he was not up to this.

Suddenly, the strange ball of energy became a chaotic ace that devastated everything in its path. The metaphysical terrain itself burned and cracked before such overwhelming force. There was no way Kanan would be able to dodge such an attack. That would surely eliminate his definitive existence in all realms, whether physical or warp. Still, the ork did something unthinkable.

With an angry roar, Kanan charged forward into his imminent eternal oblivion. His face carried a strange combination of fear, regret, fury. Still... it was the big smile that overshadowed the rest of his emotions. There would be no regret. There was no need for doubts. He would get a dignified death and not run away from it. On the contrary, I would hug her with enthusiasm knowing that she gave everything she had against a being that was literally invincible, and I was happy about that, but...

??????: - Well done.

The energy beam obliterated everything in its path, creating a huge hole between the warp realms that lasted a couple of seconds before reestablishing itself. So much was its power that Cicatris Maledictum itself expanded several light years away towards the east of the galaxy. Never before had a god of chaos used a hint of his true power, reminding the galaxy how terrifying these forces could be if they truly set out to wipe out all life.

Even so, the only thing that could be heard was an angry roar from Slannesh himself, when he saw that Kanan had disappeared before his eyes, leaving behind him a strange green smoke that little by little dissipated among the warped seas of energy of the immaterium. But even gods have their fears, and sanity returned to the mind of the god of chaos when he learned what had happened. After all, there are beings in creation that even the ruinous gods themselves fear... so much... that they wouldn't even dare ask about it.

However, in a completely unfamiliar place, Kanan looked clearly confused. From one moment to the next, the dystopian dysfromian tides disappeared before his eyes, and now he found himself in an endless field of fresh, green grass.

He knew that he had been teleported to another segment of the warp, as it was a sensation that was not foreign to him, but he would never think that there was a place in that nightmare realm capable of surpassing the beauty and peace of some of the places of the warp. reality itself.

But without a doubt, what quickly caught his attention was an imposing figure three times his size standing right in front of him. Arms crossed and looking at him with a smiling face. The figure of an ork.