Chapter 947: The Way the Gods Get Along with Each Other
Although the food and shelter Nurgle provided her were terrible, the kindness in his actions was not false. In this disordered and invisible subspace, this kindness was precious enough for Isa to ignore the filth surrounding her.
As the goddess of life, Isa pays more attention to the strong emotions attached to the gift itself. As a god, she can create rare and precious ingredients at will. If a poor man offers Isha food that he has worked hard to make from grass roots, Isha will gladly accept his gift and praise the strong emotion in the food. The second point is that there are many kinds of life, and what is honey to you may be poison to another race.
Many Eldar myths describe Isha's fate as extremely tragic. The Eldar goddess of life is locked in a rusty iron cage, just like humans keep birds in captivity. There was not much room in the iron cage, and there was not enough room to turn around. Isa could only sit on her knees in the cage and cry day and night. Her hands were worn apart by the railings, and rust stains and plague seeped into her veins. Nurgle has been torturing Isa without sparing any effort, so that this goddess of life can completely surrender before him.
These mythical stupidities, binding her in a cold prison and torturing her with cruel instruments of torture are things that only Slaanesh can do. Nurgle is a pure gentleman, friendly and generous, but no one can fully enjoy his kindness. When Nurgle shows you his kind smile, you crumble, inguinal lymphadenitis, phlegm, blood and entrails! Boils, sores, rot and pus! Blisters and ulcers bloomed all over your body, but Nurgle didn't think there was anything abnormal about this. Instead, he thoughtfully poured you a glass of phlegm water to moisten your throat.
Isa looked at Nurgle's panicked and cautious face, and couldn't help but think of the moment when she and Nurgle first met. The God of Decay and the God of Renewal met in the screaming frenzy of Slaanesh's birth. Nurgle discovered how dazzling and exciting Isa was. She was like a ripe fruit that had not yet fallen to the ground. Just thinking about the beauty under the skin. The sweet juice made Nurgle happy.
And Isa also saw Nurgle, the corrupted god who was a link in life. Isha is not tired of the involvement of decayed matter in the life cycle, and she even actively teaches sentient beings to collect dead branches and leaves to make fertilizer that allows crops to grow vigorously.
But a stagnant garden with only decay is not what Isa wants. The two are similar in the essence of life, but they are very different in the specific behaviors of interpreting life. This is like the ideological conflict between the Purifiers and the Death Guard, and the conflict between Isa and Nurgle was buried in the ground early.
To give a case in point, when Isa sees a lion holding the carcass of an antelope and feasting on it, she can only lament that this is part of the cycle of life. One day the lion will die too, and his corpse will nourish the growth of grass.
Nurgle would wave his hand at the scene of the lion eating, and then the lifeless antelope stood up unsteadily, dragging half of its body and intestines. And the frightened lion was also blessed. The parasites and many diseases in his body flourished with him. In the end, the lion turned into a bloated and miasmatic balloon, which exploded suddenly at the slightest touch. A swarm of parasites. But even so, the lion did not die. He and the antelope were bound in this desperate moment.
Nurgle fought off Slaanesh and carried the frightened Isa back to the center of the garden, protecting her safety with the walls of the decaying building. By Nurgle's standards, he provided Isa with a sufficiently beautiful and comfortable environment. The floor in the room is as soft as rotten meat. Pulling the rope made of intestines can open the curtains made of ribs. Outside is a stream of excrement that is constantly flowing, evaporating and heating under the dim light of the dying sun. A terrible stench and a damaged rainbow bloomed in Isa's eyes.
When Isa first arrived, she was frightened by the scene in front of her. She didn't know what to say to Nurgle, so she could only let him handle it. Nurgle gently placed Isa on a bulge that was so raised that it looked translucent and served as Isa's bed.
He thought the pus in the rash would warm Isa, and the wet mess would pulse and massage Isa's tense back.
Damn Slaanesh! Disrespectful slut! Unscrupulous addict! Worst neighbor ever! I don't even want to make a bowl of soup for her birth!
Nurgle cursed, then noticed Isa's torn clothes. He hurriedly opened the closet that he had not used for a long time and sprayed several puffs of mold-smelling gas inside. With enough toughness of mucus, moldy and wet cloth, and skin shed by patients, Nurgle spared no effort to sell to Isa how comfortable clothes made of these materials were. However, Isa refused Nurgle's kindness and turned herself into a woman. He sewed and mended the tattered clothes.
The materials for Isa's needlework naturally come from Nurgle's garden. She picks up as much dead vegetation as possible to make cloth and thread. Nurgle took Issa's behavior into his eyes. Although he felt a little disappointed, he still decided to respect Issa's choice. After all, he was very generous and he did not want to be as selfish as Slaanesh and Tzeentch. guy.
At first, Isha just sat there and cried silently. The countless Eldar devoured by Slaanesh's birth were wailing to her, and Isa could only sit here helplessly weeping over their tragic fate. What made Isa even more painful was the death of her daughter. The moon goddess Lilith, who was deeply loved by her, was swallowed alive by Slaanesh. Isa was completely unable to feel any breath of Lilith's existence in the warp.
This deep sadness broke Nurgle's heart, and Nurgle's children were also sad for their father's sadness, so they captured the Eldar and used their ribs to grow mushrooms and overripe berries. Facing these foods, Isa never touched them.
Food and drink could not eliminate Isa's pain, so she looked for other entertainment. The Nurgle spirits with the most comedic talent in the whole garden performed in front of Isa, jumping around to make her happy. But Isa never laughed, but just watched the Nurgle spirits calmly until these cheerful little creatures were embarrassed and couldn't laugh.
Nurgle also planted poisonous grasses dripping with pus and magnificent withered flowers on the surface of the valley, commanding flies and poisonous bees to perform the end of life in front of Isa. Isa still watched all this calmly without saying a word.
Nurgle felt pain for Isa's silence. He did not resent Isa for being difficult to serve, but just blamed himself for not doing well enough.