Dark prince Garfield felt an blood boiling orgasmic sensation as he deflowered the lusty slave wrench. He was a pirate prince of the Dark Eldar, the member of the Commorragh elite. His muscles tensed and he let out a horrifying shriek before decapitating the wrench and sending her sensuous soul to the screaming abyss.
"Praise the velvet throne of Aeldari, the green lion burns the nameless sun!" he roared like the bull of heaven. After quenching his thirst for flesh he cleaved the skulls of two of his bodyguards laughing at their pathetic attempts to defend themselves.
The time for raid approaches, he thought to himself in his dark delight. And so the dark prince Garfield gathered his pale legions while black crystals burned in their gaze. "Praise the flesh, feed on the weak." Garfield murmured to himself full of sardonic mirth. Like comets of blood and rage they flew through space powered by the voluptuous screams of unnumbered slaves. They burned entire planets painting the universe in blood.
But his lust for violence was still not gone, and screaming like the void serpent in solipsistic trance he ordered an attack on the well defended world of Iron Steel. "This shall be our prize." he growled sarcastically while laughing maniacally.
The planetfall was brutal and their ships descended like screeching arrows of the abominable war god. Many Mon-Keigh warriors perished in vain truing to save their wives and children. But the planet was already lost to the dark children of Commorragh. "Scream my name worm!" agonized Garfield softly as he impaled a Mon-Keigh soldier on his spear of unlight.
The silence was on the land as the slaughter was over and only the wailing of the women and the blood chilling screams of the crows could be heard. "A dark victory for the dark lord." Garfield evaporated whimsically in his solemn solitude.
And so they returned to the cursed city loaded with slaves and stolen riches, an unearthly fire burning in Garfield's eyes...
TO BE CONTINUED