Daemonettes

Daemonettes are the most numerous of Slaanesh's daemons, slivers of the Dark Prince's will given lithe, taloned bodies. They fight the way a razor dances: slipping between spear-thrusts without breaking stride, their long single-bladed claws scissoring through armour that would turn a greatsword. A Daemonette charge is less a collision than an unravelling; the enemy line simply comes apart wherever they pass, and the daemons laugh as it does.

Their true weapon is wrongness. A Daemonette is beautiful and appalling in the same glance, and the eye cannot decide which; many a veteran has died inside that heartbeat of hesitation. Since their god was chained, the daemons have not thinned: wherever indulgence curdles into worship, new Daemonettes come dancing into the realms, and the Hedonites take each arrival as proof that their imprisoned master still dreams, and that his dreams have teeth.