Temptations of Slaanesh

Karasu was not one to be caution. Being a high profile killer of the Yakuza he felt as nothing could best him, that he was an agent of death, while also priding himself on his game with the women. To sum up, he was as deadly as a samuri and suave and smooth as a Barry Manalow song that fused with James Bond and Zeus' hotstreak with the dames. However he had one weakness: his life long goal of Carmen. On the day of his flight from Japan he felt something out of place back with his lovely...something shattering. Leaving his temporary resisdence and making haste for the airport the wind itself seemed to be saying something to him: "Lust, pride, envy...sin". Ignoring it and putting blame on the glass of wine he had over lunch thinking the resturant had not lived up to the expectations of their vintage.

Upon entering the airport he chartered an earlier flight home, but once in the air the feeling had passed. Dawn had come to their home, but that feeling had be replaced with another. "Paranoia?" he thought "Is this what it feels like?" He settled into his seat trying to sleep the feeling off, but as he closed his eyes a cackle passed through his ears and unsettling dreams set in. Dreams of strange and deadly women-like creatures set at him with lust in their eyes, but thoughts of malicious pain in their intent. Armored behemoths barred the way out, with their weapons pointed at him. He went to strike them, but horrible sonic pulses prevented his assaults till the demonettes caught him. Capturing and tying him down they discussed his fate, but before any harm happened...he awoke. The jerk of the plane landed brought him out in a cold sweat with eyes from the passangers looking at him. He was probably talking in his sleep, but he did not care. They ment nothing.

As he exited the terminal the air become very still and soon everything followed. Even sound went dead for a second. A little unerved he looked down the road by the airport exit and saw a small bright light. The light grew to, BOOM, a sonicboom tore a portal open with a fiery motorcycle came through with a mysterious rider on top of it. He wore the same armor from his dream, but no helm. His face was that of a demon, but smiled like a 70s Heavy Metal star with a dirty thought on his mind. His eyes glowed bright red, hair was a main of flames and some white powder was under what was to appear as his nostrils.

"'SUP FUCK FACE" The stranger said. "Pardon me, but who are you and what gives you the nerve to address me so?" The demon laughed a great roar at him. Never a good sign. "OF COURSE YOU DON'T KNOW WHO I AM, BUT I KNOW YOU ALL TOO WELL, KARASU. PRETTY GOOD WITH THE LADIES AIN'T YOU? WELL BITCH FACE I'M THE DOOM RIDER, BUT JUST CALL ME DOOMIE. ALL MY FRIENDS DO."
"What do you want?" Karasu inquired.
"PRETTY FUCKING SIMPLE ACTUALLY. OL' SLAANESH, MY MASTER, HAS SEEN YOUR PROBLEM. YOU CAN'T GET THAT CARMEN BITCH UNDER CONTROL AND IN YOUR BED PERMANTELY, CAN YOU? WELL WE CAN HELP WITH THAT IF YOU'D BE WILLING TO DO ONE THING."
"Don't talk about her like that, but was does your master want?"
"SIMPLY YOU, OR YOUR SOUL SPECIFICALLY. SEE YOUR SO LUST FUCKED AND PRIDE FILLED THAT YOU MAKE THE ABSOLUTE PERFECT CANIDATE FOR THE RESSURTECTION (LOL, ERECTION) FOR THE DARK GOD, SLAANESH. YOU DO THIS AND SHE AND IMMORTALILTY ARE YOURS. AND ETERNITY FOR FUCKING YOU FUCK SLAVE."
"I'm sorry, but my what?"
"FUCK SLAVE. SHE'S HAVE NO FREE WILL AND BE YOUR PLAYTHING FOREVER. WADDA SAY?"

His lust for her ran deep for her, but feelings equalily so. He wants her, but not in this fashion. This would cross his thin line that he called morality and thus had to say no to the demon.
"No"
"THE FUCK YOU SAY?"
"I said no. Believe me I want her, but not like this. It pains me to say this, but no I cannot accept for it's downright wrong."
"WOW, WELL CAN'T SAY I'M SURPRISED BY THIS, BUT LOOKS LIKE THIS IS GONNA HAPPEN THE HARD WAY."
Karasu reached for his bag with concealed a small sword. Assuming a fighting stance he drew his blade toward the demon.
"PUT THAT BUTTER KNIFE AWAY BITCH. I AIN'T HERE TO KILL YOU, WELL NOT ME AND NOT TODAY. NAH TODAY IS JUST AN OFFER WHICH GOES THE SAME FOR THE OTHER TWO AGENTS COMING. COURSE IF THEY FAIL THEN THE FUN BEGINS. HONESTLY I'M DISSAPOINTED, BEING A SOUR LITTLE PUSSY AND TURNING OVER A LIFE TIME OF FUCKING FOR LOVE. SHIT, THAT AIN'T GANGSTA, BUT WHATEVS. I'M OUT. GOT A ORGY BACK IN THE WARP WAITING AND DOOMIE IS ALWAYS FRISKY, LOL."
"I've made my desicision. Before you go, what's that powder on you lip...and on the dash board of your bike?"
"THIS?!? WHY IT'S COCAINE GOOD SIR! FUCKING LOVE THE SHIT AND I LIVES FOR IT...WELL THAT AND SEX AND KITTENS LACED WITH LSD. LOL, PEACE OUT FUCKING. I'LL SEE YOU SOON IN THE WARP."

And just as the demon appeared it vanished with a sonicboom. Time restored, but Karasu stood there. Another feeling welled up...fear. No one had laughed at him, a god of death. No one. And it had the ability to appear when and wherever.

2 more agents? Who are they and who will they appear too?

Character of Karasu is property of Miss Boots ([link])