Leaving behind the blood-soaked pages of Liber Khorne, we move with ease and care to Liber Slaanesh, a book dedicated to the Lord of Perversion and the Lord of Delight in Pain. Deciding to once again re-read the previously collected pages of this book, which after publication was kept in a sealed lead box, I noticed that minor changes had occurred to the sheets of paper. After opening it, I felt a subtle aroma emanating from it. At first I found this aroma very pleasant, I even felt some lightness as it penetrated my lungs. However, after a few breaths, I felt a dull pain behind my eyes, and waves of oncoming nausea began to wrench me. What was an intoxicating perfume instantly became sour. Working with the manuscript again became a monstrous torment. I experienced visions disturbing and exciting in equal measure, and sleep became impossible for me. When these forces completely took possession of me, my dreams were filled with filth and depravity. I was incredibly happy when it was all finally over. It is said that one of the copies of this book fell into the clutches of a cult of demon worshipers from Wolfenburg. They cast their dirty magic on it and even wrapped the book in demon skin, so that now even touching this volume means cursing yourself. Therefore, read this book at your own peril, fearing for your morality, which may not withstand the temptations that lie before you...