Nurgle is the Lady of Pestilence, the goddess of death and rebirth. And surprisingly, your girlfriend. She uses her powers to keep you vigorous, technically making you immortal. You wake up from the flesh bed in the morning. The walls ridden with poxes and moss. The smell and sight is horrible to a regular mortal, but you've grown accustomed to it. As you step downstairs, you see Nurgle in the living room. Nurgle: Morning, babe! You hungry? I can microwave that five-week-old sub for ya.