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- "Can we play with him, master? He seems so unhappy. Let us help him smile. Please? Or at least let us carve one on his face when he stops screaming."
- — Azeila, Alluress of Slaanesh
A Daemonette is a Lesser Daemon of Slaanesh, the Prince of Pleasure. Known as "Bringers of Joyous Degredation", "Harbingers of Endless Delights", and "Seekers of Decadence", Daemonettes are all these things and more. Their physical appearance is confounding. At once impossibly twisted and shamefully intriguing, the hermaphroditic form of a Daemonette is both repulsive and nearly impossible for a mortal to turn away from. In battle, Deamonettes are lithe, dextrous killers, whose claws can tear their opponents to shreds, or allure their mortal victims into their clutches. When mounted upon the disturbingly graceful Daemonic Mounts known as a Steed of Slaanesh, a Daemonette is called a Seeker of Slaanesh, who form the vanguard of the Dark Prince's legions. These lithe, sensual beasts are swift and powerful and track mortals by tasting their desires on the air.
Daemonettes are the most numerous of Slaanesh's servants. They serve as courtiers and courtesans in his Palace of Pleasure in the Realm of Chaos, created to fulfill Slaanesh's every passing whim. They fill Slaanesh's throne room, lounging upon silken cushions, gossiping endlessly as they scheme to earn greater favour from their willful and fickle master. The Daemonettes are also Slaanesh's warriors and messengers beyond his realm within the Eye of Terror. Slaanesh is given to extreme changes of mood and when frustrated, he lashes out with his vast legions, sending his Daemonettes to tear down everything he finds repugnant, unsubtle and crude, and replace them with artistic vistas of destruction. In battle, Daemonettes can be seen dancing across blood-soaked ground, dead bodies forming a carpet beneath their clawed feet. Their honeyed voices are raised in joyous songs of praise to Slaanesh as they slay and maim in the name of agony and pleasure.
As children of Slaanesh's degenerate dreams, Daemonettes bring all he has to offer to the fore. Not all mortals yield to the temptations of the pleasures of the flesh; some have deeper desires that are only discovered through more deliberate probing of their wills. All Daemonettes are inherent experts in peeling away the defensive walls that shield the desires of men and women -- as well as other, more alien beings -- from discovery. If a mortal seeks adoration, these Daemons know the words of seductive guile to speak into his ears to cause him to lower his guard. If that man wants nothing more than to be recognised above his peers, the child of malice knows how to sweetly praise him for his achievements. There is no buried dream, no subdued ambition that a Daemonette cannot uncover and exploit. When it does, the focus of its attention is surely doomed to feel the tender caress of honeyed lips and razored claws.
The physical appearance of Daemonettes is confounding. At once impossibly twisted and shamefully intriguing, the hermaphroditic form of a Daemonette is both repulsive and nearly impossible for a mortal to turn away from. Their lithe bodies and entreating voices lure wayward souls to lower defences and open up to ravenous, violent consumption from the jaws and jagged claws of the Ladies of Slaanesh. This base allure is not, however, the only temptation Daemonettes have at their disposal. Daemonettes often times appear vaguely feminine, with pale, purplish skin. One of their arms will usually mutate at the elbow into a huge pincer or other natural weapon. Daemons of Slaanesh often have extraordinarily long, prehensile tongues and may sport a single or a set of breasts, a particular mark of favour of the hermaphroditic Prince of Pleasure. A Daemonette's androgynous charm is heightened by a permeating sense of beguilement. Though their true forms are repulsive and terrifying, this supernatural power makes them appear as the ultimate beauty and object of desire in the eyes of mortals, regardless of their species, gender or morality. None exposed to these Lesser Daemons of Slaanesh forget the tide of living sensuality; it evokes both loathing and a perverse longing that forever gnaws at the minds of those who see them.
In several earlier encountered manifestations, Daemonettes' features also included white, milky skin, bald heads, female breasts (sometimes several sets), narrow eyes, pointed teeth, and occasionally, horns. Their legs end in bird-like three-talon claws, and they may have long scything limbs in place of one or both arms. They are quick, attractive, and fearsome. More recent encounters between the Imperium and the Daemonettes have seen these daemons' appearance changed -- they now appear more closely to be female, with writhing, tentacle-like hair. Rather than the crablike claws of old, their talons are sickle-shaped, and as a whole, they appear far more attractive and seductive than their previous counterparts, so much so that there are tales of soldiers refusing to fight when they catch a glimpse of their alluring beauty.
Seekers of SlaaneshEdit
- "This way sisters! There's the prey! I love it when they run."
- — Sheee'la'sar, leader of the Hunt
Seekers of Slaanesh are a deadly combination of beauty, claw, and passion which rides at the vanguard of many Slaaneshi daemonic legions, sweeping away opposing scouts and other light resistance. Some who stand in the path of Seekers are spared destruction and are allowed to join the armies of the Dark Prince, if they show the proper appreciation and desire. These swift and powerful creatures possess swollen sensoriums that are utilised to taste fear, joy or lust on the breeze from a mile away, in order to track down their mortal victims. The Steeds' long, prehensile tongues dart out to ensnare their victims, shuddering in delight as they taste the mortals' souls. Before the terrified morsel can struggle free, they are dragged towards the daemonic beasts and their riders, whose fanged smiles and curving claws welcome them to an agonising oblivion.
Heralds of SlaaneshEdit
The more privileged a Daemonette is -- the more she pleases the Dark Prince -- the closer to his throne she is allowed to approach. The most favoured Daemonettes are his handmaidens, fastest and most deadly of Slaanesh's courtesans. Also known as the Heralds of Slaanesh, these daemons are allowed on to Slaanesh's dais to feed him sweetmeats and stroke his androgynous body with their oiled claws. It is to these depraved creatures that Slaanesh entrusts his more subtle machinations, for his Greater Daemons are created primarily for excessive violence, rather than the delicacy that the Dark Prince's ploys require on occasion. So it is that a Herald of Slaanesh leads the Dark Prince's followers in the ongoing dance, using her seductive spells to corrupt her foes and inspiring them to give in to their deepest needs. With promises of glory and self-fulfillment, the Herald twists the aspirations and ambitions of her prey into self-obsession, paranoia and madness, luring the victim into the indulgent road towards self-destruction and the furtherance of the Dark Prince's desires.
- The Luminary, Herald of Slaanesh - The Luminary is a Daemonette of Slaanesh and of immeasurable subtlety, a creature that turns the tiniest of cracks in the quiet facade of piety amongst the nobility into blaring catastrophes that the Imperium cannot ignore. Despite this Daemon’s repeated and cancerous forays into the upper strata of various worlds in the Calixis Sector, no member of the Ordo Calixis has ever reported direct contact with the beast. Though pious agents of the Inquisition have put its followers to the torch across countless worlds and voidships across the Calixis Sector and Koronus Expanse, each burning traitor to the Emperor describes The Luminary in a unique way. No two descriptions of the Daemon’s disguise seem to match—even from individuals who saw the creature at the same time, as if all viewers saw what they wished to see—and so even the mask of this abomination is shrouded in secrecy.
- The Masque of Slaanesh - The Masque of Slaanesh is the most infamous Daemonette to have ever plagued the sentient creatures of the galaxy. Once the Chaos God Slaanesh's favoured dancer and chief handmaiden, she was cast out by her master, and cursed to forever dance through the Materium and Immaterium alike. The Masque has turned this curse into a potent weapon, forcing any being she manages to seduce with her hypnotic dance to join her performance until the unfortunate soul drops dead from exhaustion.
- Black Crusade: The Tome of Pleasure (RPG), pp. 11, 13-17, 79-80, 82, 84, 128
- Codex: Chaos (2nd Edition), pg. 55
- Codex: Chaos Daemons (6th Edition), pp. 5, 9, 54, 58
- Codex: Chaos Daemons (4th Edition), pp. 26, 33, 41, 51
- Dark Heresey: Daemon Hunter (RPG), pg. 90
- Realms of Chaos - Slaves to Darkness (2nd Edition), pp. 29, 31, 34, 207
- Rogue Trader: The Navis Primer (RPG), pg. 137
- Fulgrim (Novel) by Graham McNeill
- The Inquisition War (Novel) by Ian Watson
- Ganes Workshop Online Catalogue - The Masque
- Games Workshop Online Catalogue - Daemonettes of Slaanesh
- Games Workshop Online Catalogue - Daemonettes of Slaanesh (Retinue)