While I respect all of the Dark Gods, I serve the Lord of Dark Delights above all. The reason is simple: I seek mastery and stimulation. While Tzeentch is the Archmage Supreme and Lord of Ambition, he is the most fickle god, and his servants all end up betrayed in their direst hour. I prefer more... secure relationships, and I know what to do to get rewards from Slaanesh and preserve my usefullnes to him/her. I am fuelled by my desire to be the perfect scholar, connosieur and sorcerer, so worship of the Prince is a viable way to achieve this and to stave off the boredom inherent in existence. I indulge every whim and fancy of mine, seeking ever greater decadence. Mine is an existence of selfishness, and endless torrent of sensation. All who I encounter are mere tools, tools to be used for stimulation, whether intellectual, carnal or visceral. I spread the enlightened wisdom of my master, tempting and corrupting the austere into ever greater depravities of faith, mind and body. And when I die, I shall be embraced by the Great Seprent, and granted an eternity of pain and pleasure in his ravenous hands, or rewarded by daemonhood to spread her carnal-wisdom to lesser mortals.
I praise my lord Tzeentch, the Great Changer of Ways, by incinerating those who thrive on the stagnation and rot that is this carcass of a galaxy. It is disgusting to accept this! It is the will of an old carcass who still holds some semblance of a mind that makes this galaxy rot from the inside out! It is my duty as a Sorcerer-Lord of the Greatest of Conspirators to annilate the spawnlings of Nurgle! The children who prey upon the weaklings for there own sick and twisted pleasures suffer the same fate as the Decay Worshipers, as they would be content with there drug addled pleasures and let it rot rather than change it for the better! This is the mindset of a brat who gives praise to the God of Children! The Warriors of the Blood God.....are useful pawns.
