The Lilithine Cabals

> *"Give yourself over to absolute pleasure. Swim the warm waters of sins of the flesh - erotic nightmares beyond any measure, and sensual daydreams to treasure forever. Can't you just see it? Don't dream it, be it."*
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> "*Raise buildings and sing songs in My Glory. In My name, pursue your arts and enshrine all beauty. Let all people follow their every desire, sate their every hunger, and deny themselves no adventure. For it is in these things, and in others, that you will find the greatest pleasure, and it is through these things, and through each other, that you shall rise yourselves higher, even unto the steps of My throne. You will take pleasure in all that is, though your bodies will break and your souls be forfeit. For I am Slaanesh, most jealous of gods, and most demanding of lovers, and My thirst for you shall never be sated...*"
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**Lilith**, also known as the "**Dark Queen**," the "**The Supreme Empress**," the "**Lady of Excess**," the "**God of Obsession**," the "**Master of Excess in All Things**," the "**Perfect One**" and even the the "**Mad Queen**," the **"Demon Queen**," the "**Mother of Deceit**," and the "**Mistress of Betrayal**," back when she was still bound to the Material Realm, is the Chaos God of pleasure, passion, obsession, excess, hedonism, decadence and pain.

Lilith is the Newborn Dark God dedicated to the pursuit of carnal gratification and the overthrow of all decent behavior, as well as hedonistic and amoral pleasures for its own sake, from gluttony to lust to megalomania. In the growing pantheon of the major powers of Chaos, Lilith is one of the youngest and least powerful of the New Gods, for the complex emotions that drive erotic desire, hedonism and decadence can only exist within the minds of intelligent mortal beings. But above all else, Lilith has begun to guide the mortal souls of the Known Universe to go ever further in pursuit of new heights of sensation with no concern for the morality of their quest.

## Lilith

**Lilith** was the first wife of the Edenai King Adam who after her actions in the First Ancient Terran War, was forced into imprisonment in the Over-Void along with her allies and would later become the mother of the Cabals and the (self-proclaimed) Supreme Empress of the Void.

## Physical Manifestation

While Khorne is a frightful and terrible warrior, Tzeentch's sorcery forces its form to defy mortal logic, and Nurgle is the ultimate embodiment of its own decaying and physically disgusting creations, Slaanesh alone is divinely beautiful. While generally referred to as a "he" by Humans and as a female by the Aeldari, Slaanesh is actually neither gender, combining characteristics of both and perfecting them.

Slaanesh typically appears in an androgynous form in which it is a woman on the right side and a man on the left with two sets of devilish horns growing from its head. Slaanesh can assume any physical form; male, female, both at the same time or no gender at all, but it prefers male bodies. In whatever physical form it chooses, Slaanesh is perfection. A long-limbed, elegant figure with a haunting, almost frightening beauty, Slaanesh's appearance depends more on the observer than the observed, changing eagerly to please and seduce the eye of the beholder.

Whatever its form, two pairs of slender horns always rise from the god's flowing golden hair. Slaanesh is often depicted wearing luxuriantly lined, form-fitting armour and bearing a jade sceptre that is said to be its greatest treasure. Rumour amongst its cultists says that to look upon Slaanesh is to forfeit your very soul to the god's every whim.

## Philosophy and Methods

### Sensation Without Limitations

> "*Well of course my people love me. Only the insane would consider otherwise! Accelerate work on the Grand Hall of Statuary, so all may adore me even when I am not with them.*"
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Slaanesh can see its hand at work across the galaxy in countless ways. The joy a parent feels when a child is born, the pride a commodore feels when his fleet executes a cunning battle plan, the stirring of a lover's heart when in the embrace of a paramour, the heady rush of pleasurable relief that reminds a soldier how good it feels to be alive after an unexpected skirmish -- all of these sensations, on some small level, are pleasing to the Master of Delights.

They are not enough. Though the decimation of the Aeldari and its pursuit of the remaining few of their species is a source of great joy to Slaanesh, it has much, much grander desires to fulfil. Every breath is an opportunity to take in a new scent. Each glass raised is a chance to savour a new flavour. On every battlefield, each chainsword blow can elicit a never before heard pain-filled scream.

From its glittering palace in the Dark Prince's Realm, the Lord of Excess revels in each new sensation discovered. It guides and directs the inhabitants of the galaxy to push ever onwards towards new heights of sensation.

A god experiences existence on a level far beyond that of which a mortal can ever dare to dream, but that does not mean Slaanesh is content to leave the galaxy to its own devices. It sees the stars, the planets, and indeed the very fabric of reality itself as its plaything, to be poked, prodded, ripped, and tightly bound to its will in order to squeeze out every last sensation there is to enjoy.

Those who choose to serve it emulate Slaanesh as best as they can, limited as they are by mortal form and mortal imagination. In every corner of the galaxy, worshippers of Slaanesh spend their time inventing new delights and challenging themselves to craft experiences for themselves that no one has ever had before. This can be something as base as eliciting a new reaction to a carnal entwining, or as high-minded as creating a master work of art so profound that it brings tears to all who behold it. The truly inspired, though, have much larger stages to play upon.

There are so few that have had the pleasure of seeing entire squads of Space Marines evaporate under the fire of a Subjugator Chaos Titan. Fewer still are those who have heard a million voices cry out in fear and then nothing but dripping stillness as nucleic-acid bombs dissolved away flesh.

Most lack the vision to create scenarios where these delights can be experienced. It is likely not even possible for the greatest excesses to be achieved in the mortal realm. In the Realm of Chaos, however, all things are possible.

Lilith

Lilidasha: The New Born Goddess of Excess, Lust, and Depravity

## Lilithine Cabals

* The Flesh Weavers
* Pygmatious, The Flesh Lord, The Born Consort of Eisheth

## Concubi Covenants

The Bastard children of Lilith, born of the worst and most depraved parts of ancient Humanity. These warbands are the main-line troops used by the Cabals in their sadistic raids. Employing hit and run tactics these obscene sadists, strike without miss, and pillage without conscience.

Excess Lords- Masters of temptation these Concubi are the epitome of their covens, what all lesser Incubi and Succubi strive to become, leading them on their raids throughout the Hellish wastes of Daemo-Worlds.

Concubi: The Catchall term used to describe the Incubi, and Succubi warriors.

Violators- Those captured by the Covens, and are allowed to reach this far into their hedonistic madness often reach a level of insanity that turns them into these monstrous shock-troops for the covens.

## The Lilithine Thralls

### Lilithine Daemons

#### Greater Lilim

* **Keepers of Secrets** - These are the mighty Greater Daemons of Slaanesh, huge and indescribable creatures whose very presence is capable of bringing the bravest warrior to their knees in anguish and ecstasy. They are the closest companions and servants of the Lord of Excess. They typically have four arms -- two which end with Human-like hands, and two tipped with large crab-like claws decorated with brightly coloured lacquers. A Keeper of Secrets is a very powerful foe in close combat.
* **Daemon Prince of Slaanesh** - The Daemon Princes of Slaanesh are also known as the "Favoured of the Senses," "The Chosen Children," and the "Blessed of the Flesh." The ultimate reward for any mortal follower of one of the Dark Gods of Chaos is to be granted the right to serve for eternity as a Daemon Prince. The accomplishments a mortal must achieve to receive this blessing vary from god to god. For some, the path is straight. A follower of the brutish Khorne, for instance, must slaughter in the Blood God's name, reaping skulls and draining blood until his god takes note. It is simple, direct, and largely the same for all who serve him. For those who wish to enjoy the Lord of Excess' complete embrace, the path to greatness is less clear. Many avenues are open to be explored, many hidden pathways awaiting eager probing by the curious and dedicated devotee. All he must do is select one and find a way to take it to a level of excess so sublime that Slaanesh's attention is drawn. Once he has his master's eye, he must continue to push, to break through boundaries and limitations. He must amuse the Prince of Pleasure in such a way that he is judged to be not only unique, but worthy of reward, for uniqueness alone is not enough. The Dark Prince touches many mortals in horrifying and cruel ways, warping and twisting them into mindless, unnatural forms. All of the Ruinous Powers are capricious and are as likely as not to lavish mutations upon their followers, but Slaanesh's urges for indulgence make its caress especially risky. A mortal could achieve greatness worthy of notice, only to be ruined and become a mindless Chaos Spawn because the Dark Prince was in an especially wistful mood. Those that do receive the greatest gift of all, though, realise their goal of immortality and are reborn a Daemon Prince. It is the nature of Slaanesh, however, that even this great accomplishment is more of a beginning than an end point. The newly transformed Daemon Prince must continue to push the edges of excess, must do more, must be more. If he was rewarded for creating an elixir so sweet to the taste that its mere scent causes people to ingest ceaselessly until they drown in it willingly, he must find a way to entice entire worlds to choose to taint their supplies of drinking water with the deadly concoction. This accomplished, he must go further with his creation, perhaps altering it to leave each victim with a yearning smile on his face. Service is unending and eternal. Failure is as well, for Chaos Spawndom or worse is always a possible punishment for disappointing Slaanesh, even for a mighty Daemon Prince.

Vegna

Echaer

## The Asmodai

Born of the forced union of Asmodel and Lilith. And created in the defiled elements of Asmodels essence.

Asmoday, first of the Asmodai. Champion of The New God Lilith, and bearer of the Amaymon Panoply, and The Raptured Flame.

* Bathsheba, the Queen of the Uruk Cabals, Matriarch of the Rabisu hordes, and consort of Asmoday.

Asmodeus, the Wrath of Lilith, the Nidirin Scourge, Vile-Lord of The Ravagers of Compulsion

Mahrnar, the Gourger and the Forgotten, Vile-Lord of the Discordant Masque

Shidonai, The Defiler of the Name, Lilith's unclaimed, Father of the Celebrated Envy

Kylvyn, the Thorn of the Cabal, Pursuer of the Carnal, the Debaucherous Enforcer

Dracrel, the Drake, the kin eater, consumer