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Ставлю теги фб и 40к т.к демоны во вселенных по сути общие. Дехала это отсылка к Заракинель (Хранитель секретов, ранее бывший Н'кари)

Dechala is the mistress of the Tormentors, the greatest of all of Slaanesh 's warbands to ever roam the Chaos Wastes. She is as cruel as she is beautiful and as pitiless as she is beguiling.
The earliest records of the ravages of Dechala reach down through the centuries. Some say that she was blessed with great age by Slaanesh, or maybe the legends that she was once a High Elf princess are true.

Dechala is mutated beyond recognition, making her a creature of Chaos more akin to a Daemon than a mortal. Her skin is smooth and milk-white. Her legs have been replaced by the lithe and sinuous body of a snake. Her multi-headed tail cracks like a whip, and drips with poison. Her multitudinous arms grasp heavy-bladed swords and her deep blue eyes glow with an inner light, promising terrible pain and pleasure to any who dare to stand before her. She has beauty that only Slaanesh may grant, but it is as unearthly and disturbing as it is irresistible. Her visage evokes loathing as much as it arouses pleasure.

Dechala seeks the ultimate self-indulgence and freedom from the shackles of law and order, but she desires this pleasure only for herself: others can suffer and die as long as her wishes are fulfilled. She is served by a host of slaves, victims of her hideous poison that erodes both the will and the body.

In battle Dechala is an enchanting sight, her snake-like body dancing to amuse her patron. And as delicate and as sensuous as her movements are, they are nonetheless lethal to those who dare to oppose her, and many an opponent has been cut to pieces while entranced by her dance.
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In 40k known as N'kari or Zarakinel

An Ork sitting in an innertube with his pet squig and a fruity umbrella drink

An Ulthwe Farseer reading Love Can Bloom with a Vindicare Assassin watching in confusion

Custodian Febreezing the Corpse Emperor

Salamanders Primarch Vulkan roasting a Marshmallow for a small child

a Sister of battle in sunglasses jamming on her keyboard on the Exorcist tank

A sororita tending to roses

Admech wife catches her husband looking at machine blueprints like they were dirty magazines

Guardsman fixing bayonet to charge a Chaos Warlord Titan

Popuko and Pipimi as guardsmen flipping the bird to a Chaos Space Marine

Sly Marbo placing a det pack on the back of the unsuspecting Chaos Space Marine

Small child showing a Space Marine his/her Space Marine doll

SoB unable to sleep due to her bunk-mate's snoring

Very tall space marine.

Repentia surfboarding on her chainsword.

Noise marine at an idol show.

Sister with bad back.

Sniper Wolf as Vindicare.

Amberly Vail looking at some photos of herself and Cain.

Battle sister trying to hide her body pillow from her canoness.

Jack Sparrow as Red Corsair.

Dorn watching anime.

SoB dressed as nun.

Пляжный эпизод.

Eldar Girls facing down against the SOBs.

Tau girls armed with sniper super soakers.

Guardswoman behind the tau with a massive water balloon.

Valhallan getting a heat stroke.

Metal detector dude uncovering a necron.

Black Templar waiting for a date.

SoB shows up out of breath.

SM offers her a bottle of water.

40k stuff happening in the background.

Vindicare assassin blaming the shot on a guardsman.

SoB chef.

Mary Poppins being a nanny for Gretchin.

Ork golfing.

Eldar couple on a date.

Tired canoness glaring at some noviate who spilt her coffee.

Counting Coup

История вкратце: изображена принцесса эльдар с поверженным марином, которого превратила в трон.

Чуть полнее описание:

In the darkness of the Imperium Nihilus, the Imperium has all but ceased to exist; here the Shadow Lady Faoiltarna awaits the tribute and homage of the Patricians of Visnoq. A noted Corsair leader from Biel-Tan before the coming of the Ynnari, she is prone to overt displays of power. Her favoured concubine Bethrie Rosethorn holds a trophy of the recent sacking of Watch-Fortress Cryptus testifying to her power over recalcitrant elements of the sundered Imperium. Faoiltarna sits on another such trophy, the Primaris Watch-Captain Typhon Nemiel, who was denied the mercy of death after his defeat in a personality-scouring Mind War by her seers, now only a fragmented personality Typhon is only dimly aware of his shame.

Noise Marine being tortured by Tanith Guardsman's bagpipe music.

Tzeentch doing his soul finances.

Hospitallers on smoke break.

Fun.

Master Chief trying to trade a plasma pistol for an ultramarine’s bolter.

Sad necron staring longing at a roll cake.

Tau straining to try to use warp sorcery.

Astropath checking her voice mail.

Sulla giving a signed copy of her memoir to an unenthusiastic Vail.

Kamen Rider racing a White Scar.

The one lucky Lamenter.

Swarmlord in a tent in the middle of a rain.

Depressed Ork asking if he krumped enough.

Inquisitor von Karma.

A daemonette nun.