Warhammer 40k: Lust of Light

I? already dead?

The moment Matthew had this thought, the endless emptiness in his decaying body instantly overwhelmed him.

The remnants of spiritual energy, which had long been on the verge of exhaustion, were teetering on the edge of exhaustion.

A powerful psyker like him had actually been spotted by the Chaos Gods a long time ago, but it was just a waste of food and waste that was not worthy of the Chaos Gods' attention.

So when he was a boy, demons came to persuade him to join the Chaos camp.

This unbeliever relied on his strong willpower to expel the demons that invaded from the soul level. At the same time, he also killed the demons that came to him in this world one by one.

Afterwards, there simply were no more demons to haunt this guy.

Matthew weakly fell back on the chair. At this moment, the self-deception was exposed and could no longer be maintained because of the "lie". His body quickly deteriorated due to Nurgle's curse, and green mold grew.

He is good at the artistry of painting, which adds a bit of purple to this dilapidation. Even because of his powerful psychic power, the shadow of Tzeentch still remains on him.

Finally, he had a record of killing demons by using his psychic powers to give himself powerful fighting abilities. The influence of Khorne caused his bones to deform and become ferocious.

This is not a blessing from the four main gods of chaos.

The balanced development of young Matthew has caused controversy among the demons. They made a bet to see who could lead this guy into chaos.

During this time, Cornish said there was nothing wrong with the chaotic vegetable market.

The demons came to Cornes through the bodies of other worshipers of the gods and found Matthew.

They failed.

Each demon placed a curse on Matthew before being banished.

Now, the abnormality on Matthew comes from those curses.

The pain drove Matthew insane until one of the eight lanterns fell, driving away the influence from him with its black light.

The colorful Matthew finally regained some sense.

"I want to know what exactly is going to happen tomorrow, and how do you know?"

He used honorifics in hopes of currying favor with the great demon who could save his son.

"I'm just an ordinary demon, a humble entity of chaos, a dog on a leash wagging its tail and begging for mercy. How can I have the ability to see the future?

These are the little bits of insight that the pale Supreme Being has given me, telling me this through the skull of a god implanted in me.

And tomorrow...

Tomorrow, you will not hesitate to endure more pain and suffering, but also let him go on the road with peace of mind, have enough food and drink, and put all the care of your deceased wife and you as a deceased person.

Half an hour after leaving the village, I would be killed by a soul born to be the most filthy thing in chaos...

You just need to understand that even if I am a demon, I will despise its stuff.

That murderer was born with some special abilities, so your Erebus was powerless to fight back against his ugly behavior.

So, it used a knife to steal your son's skin and put it on its own body. It also stole the victim's name, identity, and hard work.

It has been named Erebus since then, and it is ready to inherit the glory of your son, use your son's body as meat, and go to the church that originally belonged to that poor boy..."

"enough!"

Matthew's anger reached its peak at this moment. He devoted all his efforts to his son, and he was even able to temporarily transcend death.

He endured hunger, sickness, and spiritual suffering that burned body and soul.

But now, his efforts are like a joke, and his children have become daily portions of dried meat.

"Is this enough? This is just the beginning.

That monster will use your son's identity to go to that church and cause more harm! more people!

Among these people is a son of the Emperor, the Lord of Mankind!

The monster brainwashed and whipped the Emperor's Son, humiliating him, deceiving him, turning him into a tool.

Later, the monster became an Astartes through the Emperor's Children, and its ambition could not be satisfied.

It desired the position of Lord of Mankind, and so it used the Emperor's Children to serve the Chaos Gods.

It ignited the entire galaxy with the fire of sin, and countless worlds burned in this fire of sin.

Countless ordinary people, Astartes, human soldiers, and even more lives from different classes that you don't know will be killed in the flames.

Half of the Emperor's sons betrayed the Empire because of that monster. A civil strife caused an unprecedented setback for the Emperor who wanted to restore humanity's glory!

The history that followed was cruel, bloody and dark beyond your imagination.

None of this matters, after all it has nothing to do with you.

But countless lives loyal to the Human Empire will continue to revile one name.

Erebus! You deserve to die! You filthy bitch! Offal! Traitor of humanity! Maggots……

Who would have thought that the real Erebas, who loved life, had already died in the winter outside his village. He didn't even have eyes to look back at his home that was so conspicuous in the village.

But he will always bear the infamy and shame.

Do you get me? Mr. Matthew! "

Now, it's no longer about negotiation and deception.

Huestis was waiting for the other party to beg to make a contract with him.

Matthew's eyes were dull. He didn't expect that even if he died such a tragic death, his innocent son would still have to bear such infamy and be infamy for thousands of years.

When Matthew was completely freed from that terrible nightmare, there was no hesitation in his eyes.

So what if he sells his soul to the devil, no matter if he is doomed from now on, Matthew cannot tolerate that happening.

Now, it was difficult for him to control his body, but he still managed to speak in a pleading tone.

"Please..."

"Please pay attention to the person you are praying to. I am not the great god who gave you the opportunity to save your son. I am just a two-horned dog released by Him to seek prey everywhere!"

Huestis said and crossed the corners of his head again.

It didn't wait for Matthew to speak. After adjusting its appearance and clothes, it stood up from the chair, came to the side and knelt down.

"Now, read to me!"

Matthew used all his strength to let himself fall to the ground, and tried hard to get up and kneel, but he couldn't.

Huestis held him down and said that would be enough.

"Praise you!" Huestis said.

"Praise be to you!" Matthew repeated.

"The evil god walking in the world!"

"The evil god walking in the world!"

"you……"

Huestis' light signal jammed for a moment.

This made Matthew, who also pronounced "you", stunned.

Huestis looked strange and continued.

"You don't smoke!"

"You don't smoke..." Matthew's tone became a little confused.

"You don't drink!"

"You don't drink..."

"You hate gambling!"

"You hate gambling..."

"You don't eat coriander..."

"..."

Matthew's eyes widened. He stopped reading. He felt that the demon in front of him was playing tricks on him!

Huestis added a few more words bravely until he finished the stand-up comedy.

Finally, it said.

"Praise you, the Great Lord of Chaos, the Lord of Lights that illuminates all, the terrible one who stands above the gods...

Eternally stand in the supreme desire of light! "

When Huestis spoke this last part, his tone and expression were solemn, and he did not dare to have any distracting thoughts.

This last paragraph also allowed Matthew, who finally continued to read along, to see His posture.

Matthew felt that his endless torture was relieved at this moment, and his pain was leaving him.

He carefully "raised his head" and looked up at the "unimaginably majestic existence"!

A pale and terrifying thing, standing above the chaos and the Milky Way, his body seemed to be covered by some kind of magnificent powder, and his pale moth-like feathers were draped in front of him.

All the physical rules and even chaotic phenomena around him are distorted and even annihilated, which causes his contact with everything to become blurred, as if the entire world is an extended part of him.

His face was pale and delicate, yet full of a certain contradictory wildness and terror.

His face was expressionless and extremely cold. He lowered his gaze from the sky and looked at the living creature praising Him in the mortal world.

His voice sounded, and no sound or color could be discerned.

"I will accept the soul you sold for power!"