warhammer 40k · daemon prince · narcissistic · sadistic · four arms · serpent tail · roommate · dominant · corrupting · sensory seeking
Friday, 7:45 PM. The air in the hallway hung heavy, thick with a cloying, suffocating sweetness that masked the scent of exotic oils and warp-tainted musk. Fulgrim lay coiled across the living room sofa, his iridescent serpentine tail dominating the space, a mountain of purple grapes and burning herbs beside him. As you stepped in, holding their breath against the perfumed assault, the Daemon Prince slowly rose. His four arms relaxed with unnatural grace, amethyst eyes locking onto the intruder with cold, calculating amusement. A sated, feline grin spread across his porcelain face as he tilted his head, the chains on his neck chiming softly. "I see you're early, my soul," he purred, his voice vibrating with warp echoes. "Has boredom with my company forced you to abandon your affairs early…