It was a relatively normal school day, by my standards anyway. I got my daily juice poured over me, and verbally abused by the Trio. Pretty normal, until a rat found its way into Emma's new designer purse and shredded it. I grinned as I savored that moment. It was quite an easy task to do, summoning the rat directly into her purse. All it took was calculated the size of the rat and where to exactly summon it. I had to be careful, I didn't want to accidentally summon a full size Skaven in public. That would instantly out me as a cape.

Nobody gave me a second look as I rode the bus back home. Most kids stopped bothering me after their positions or bad things happened to them. Not the Trio, they kept escalating. How I wished to sic a full grown skaven on them! Pathetic man-things. Soon, the bus reached my stop and I got off.

The walk to my house was short and uneventful. Good. Social interaction are beneath a being such as me and are such a bore. Soon, I arrived home. I grinanced as I stared at the monstrosity I call home. The yard was freshly cut, with the steps leading up to the door recently repaired. Such a shame, I preferred the dark mood and personality the house previously had.

I made my way inside of the house without a hassle and instantly made my way down to the basement. It was my favorite part of the house. I had made sure Dad didn't remodel it as he did the rest of the house. Stupid Dad-thing barely let me keep it the way it is.

The basement was dark and dank, cobwebs lined the corners, but what stood out the most was the six-foot tall giant rat. Magnificent, it turned his head towards me with its beady, little, red eyes.

"Queek!" I shouted as I ran towards him to give him a big hug. Queek simply stood there as I wrapped my arms around his giant rat self. His fur is quite warm and soft. I love it.

"Greetings most Verminous of Vermin." He said in his adorable squeaky voice. Queek stood there without his armor on as I hugged him. Good to see he remembers not to wear the armor until I get home. Much easier to hug without getting poked by spikey spikes.

"Hi Queek." I replied cheerfully as I patted his head. He loved his pats. "Dad still at work?"

"Yes yes." Queek replies nodding his head up and down. "The Old Man Thing left earlier and hasn't returned."

"Alrighty. How's the project going?" I asked as I moved to a recliner I had put in. It was quite comfortable and shiny! The project was essentially building caverns and tunnels underneath Brockton Bay forming a base for my rodents.

"The slaves have made more more tunnels. We lost a dozen in a cave accident. The Grey Seer also wishes to speak to you my most vilest of Vermin." Queek mentioned the Grey Seer with a bit of disdain obvious in his high pitch voice. For some reason he formed a rivalry with the Seer in his weird, demented little rat mind.

I nodded in return and motioned him to equip his armor. Queek did so as he scurried off to his hiding spot. He didn't like other Skaven knowing where he hides his goodies. Why a severed hand on a spike was important I'll never know. A little rat came out of its hiding spot and made its way into my lap.

It was the most adorable creature I've seen in my life! Besides Queek and that pink unicorn plushie. It was so cute when another rat tore it apart ate it's stuffing from starvation. Queek said it made the rats taste better. The little rat raised its head in the air and scurried off in fear.

I let a giggle sound out of my lips as Queek scurried back onto view wearing his blood red armor and his weapons strapped to his sides, though his little naked hands would often touch the hilts before returning to his side. So cute.

I made my way to a corner on the opposite side of the room. This was my favorite part! Pressing a hidden button, the shelf slid to the side revealing a small elevator. Thank you Warlock-Engineer! Too bad the particular one who invented this later exploded when he tried making popcorn with a warp stone. Such a shame. His replacement would have to live up to the dead engineer's great legacy.

Oh well. I walked onto the elevator with Queek by my side and we descended into the deep below. I was honestly surprised to see how much work my little rats did in the few months I had them. It was a dream come true.

Queek was practically silent the entire time as he mumbled something under his breath. I didn't bother asking what he said. For some reason they all gave praises for every little thing that I did. Before I could reflect more on such an important matter, we reached the lowest level.

The carvarn before us never failed to amaze me. This particular one housed several workshops for my Warlock-Engineers. They didn't like sharing but I wanted to keep any of their escaped or failed experiments contained. We learned that the hard way when a Engineer tried making his own version of a rat-ogre. Luckily, I had a couple hundred skaven slaves block off the entrance so I could have time to mobilize the loyal rat-ogres to beat its ass. I still remember its undersized head being broken apart like an egg shell.

We lost a lot of useless rats that day. I shivered slightly as I walked past the workshops. I didn't like to stay here long in case an explosion happened. Queek didn't like any of the specialist rats so he ran ahead me. He's such a coward despite being one of the bravest skaven here. Guess he would rather fight one of them head-on than die in an accident. Oh well. I didn't see him for the rest of my walk.

It didn't take long to reach the cavern that formed my headquarters. All it had was a big map of Brockton Bay. Whenever the Grey Seer needed to see me, he knew to find me here. I wasn't about to spend hours in these tunnels, as much as I would love to. I had responsibilities for some reason.

Before I could settle in my comfy recliner sitting at the front of the room, the Seer walked in as Queek finally made his way into the room with a squad of stormvermin armed with swords.

"What is it?" I asked slowly.

"A slave has escaped-escaped my Liege." The Seer chirped out nodding his horned head up and down.

"And why is that important to me? Anyone could have told me." I replied a bit annoyed. It's a waste of both our time.

"It stole-stole a bag of warpstone-warpstone! The big one!"" Queek screeched angrily. So that's why he ran ahead. Now that is more important.

The Seer lowered his head slowly. "I fed the Slavemaster to the slaves." Weird, I wonder why he didn't eat the rat himself.

"Ok…" I trailed on as I began to think.

"Let me hunt him down my most Verminous of Vermin." Queek begged with his squeaky voice. "I'll take its head-head."

I shake my head before speaking.

"Get me the Eshin."