(Hello loyal readers, to the next installment of my Warhammer 40K Inquisitorial stories. The past two stories have dealt with Nathaniel, but from the very start I wanted to do stories involving several Inquisitors. This one involves a character seen and mentioned in previous stories, Ordo Hereticus Inquisitor Evangeline Marie Bellerose. A different Inquisitor, different history, different personality, different retinue, and very different methods, even a different story format, with three distinct parts. 1. An entry from her confessional diary revealing her past. 2. The actions of her "quarry" in this story. 3. Evangeline following up and taking care of the mess left in her quarries wake. I am not sure how this will work out, but I am excited about giving it a try. Please note, this story will involve Slaaneshi Cultists, Tzeentchian Sorcery, Tzeentchian Mutations, Tzeentchian Manipulations, Heresy, Various Levels of Squick, and Violence. For those who are familiar with this universe, you know what you are expecting. For those who cannot handle Grimdarkness, please redirect yourself to the My Little Pony archives. This story is based off of an idea brought up by a long time reader all the way back to chapter five of my first story, though I have made considerable alterations to the original idea. I want to thank you all for reading and hope to hear you out with reviews and PM's. Oh, this story also takes place on the Eastern Fringe.)
Confessional Diary
If you are reading this, it means I have passed away. Let this diary be my final confession to the sins of my past. Hopefully my actions will have spoken louder than any secrets revealed in this text, for I have striven to absolve myself through service to the Emperor. Some believe that the heresy that had engulfed my planet, Lyon, was a recent thing, it wasn't, and the rulers from my planet had turned from the Emperor's light hundreds of years ago. The nobles of my world hid their true nature, putting on a pious mask while engaging in some of the cruelest and most debauched rituals ever conceived by man. It was into this decadence that I was born, personally chosen by the daemon that controlled our world to infiltrate the Inquisition and exert work to subvert it from the inside, while protecting my Lyon in the process. In the entries to follow, I shall reveal to you the nature of that cult, my upbringing, my crisis of faith, and finally my redemption. I was never born into the Emperor's light, yet I managed to find my way too it. To all who would seek to condemn me even in death, let my actions speak louder than my words, let my deeds vindicate my faith. I am Inquisitor Evangeline Marie Bellerose of the Ordo Hereticus, I am a holy servant of the Emperor, and no enemy of the Emperor shall ever escape my wrath.
On the world of Tombstone, evil was afoot. The Tzeentchian daemon Portan'abar'naorut had set his eyes upon a very special boy ten year old boy, with potential yet untapped. If unleashed and harnessed this child could prove to be instrumental in his plans along with that foolish Farseer and her Craftworld. But first, he needed a little nudging into the right direction, as well as his powers awakened. Portan'abar'naorut decided it was time that the boy received his special mark.
Hezekiah was out herding the sheep into the pen, the sun was setting and it was almost time for dinner. He had wavy brown hair and freckled skin, wearing overalls, boots, and a cotton shirt with a wide brimmed straw hat. His pa would scold him mightily if he didn't finish his chores on time; he had taken Joanna out behind the woodshed earlier this morning for disobeying their ma. As he locked the pen, he felt a stinging pain on his right palm, like something was coming out of it. Around him it seemed the air waved and shimmered as he smelt ozone in the air. Finally the pain stopped; hesitantly Hezekiah lifts up his hand and looks down. Embedded in his right palm is a blue and gold avian eye, staring up at him. It blinks at him one time before he starts freaking out. Not knowing what else to do, he runs back to his farmhouse to get help.
In the farmhouse, his Pa and older brothers are having a conversation while his ma and sisters cook and set up the table.
"Pa, do you know when the Angels of Vengeance will be coming back, I want them to give me a chance."
"You're too old for their tastes Ezekiel, but it has been ten years so they should be showing up soon, going to our settlements and the encampments of the plains tribes looking for promising youth to take with them. Hezekiah is young enough to be considered by them, imagine, one of my boys a space marine."
Hezekiah walks in with a terrified look on his face.
"What's wrong son?" His father asks with a worried expression. "Are there wolves about messing with our flock, or hustlers?"
"Dad, my arm hand is burning, the pain is unbearable." The entire family looks down at this hand and see's that it is glowing a deep blue, and a malevolent avian eye is staring right at them glowing.
"What the hell is that?" His mother is absolutely terrified as she pulls her two daughters tightly too her.
"I am a granter of wishes and dreams, I have searched deep into this boys heart and I have seen what he desires for all of you, his will be done." The voice is coming from the eye. The blue light engulfs the entire farmhouse as the family screams out in horror.
The Inquisitor
Meanwhile on the neighboring world of Oceania, the governor of the world is celebrating his birthday. All of the planetary nobles have shown up to celebrate one hundred years of prosperous rule; the throne room is absolutely packed. A young woman with light brown skin and black hair in a maid outfit rolls a massive cake into the room. Quickly bowing to the Governor, she silently heads out the door. The Governor walks up to cut the cake, but as he brings the knife down, it doesn't cut, but clanks. The outer layer of the cake flies apart revealing a woman in a skintight black suit with a terrifying skull mask on. Her body is covered in bombs, knives, and syringes. She looks up at the Governor with her eyes glowing red. With a mighty cry of "wwrrrryyyyy", she decapitates him, looks around at the crowd, and begins her work.
Outside the maid, really Maricris Maria de Aqua, apprentice of Inquisitor Evangeline Marie Bellerose from the planet of Nueva Manila, is keeping the doors closed along with a contingent of Storm Troopers. Her mistress was out and about in the city with the Adeptus Sororitas cleansing the city of heretics. Her job was to keep the nobles trapped while the Eversor did her work. Inside she could hear the nobles screaming, the cries of the children were probably the worst to deal with, but an example had to be made. They were desperately clawing at the door now, begging to be let out. Fortunately those voices were quickly silenced, their deafening screams being the last sound they made. After what seemed like an eternity, she heard an explosion that rocked the entire building, apparently someone in there had managed to kill the assassin.
Inquisitor Evangeline finally comes down the hall. She is an imposing woman, wearing a long black dress now covered in gray ash and blood stains. She was in her mid fifties, streaks of gray running through her dark brown hair tied up in a bun, her face covered wrinkles. Her brown eyes had a cold icy stare to them. She had heard that when the Inquisitor was younger, Evangeline was quite beautiful and quite vain, but after the death of her mistress and the purging of her family she had grown more serious and harsher in her duties.
"Maricris, have the traitors been dealt with?" She asks in a harsh tone.
"I believe so; I was waiting for you to show up before we cleared the room. They managed to kill the assassin; her death should have finished off the stragglers. Why was this assassin necessary, wouldn't a simple purge suffice, like what you did to the city?"
"An example had to be made, unlike commoners nobles should know better than to plot against the Imperium." She opens up the door and Maricris follows her in. All around the room are hundreds of mutilated bodies. "I am impressed that they had a special cryo-suspension device designed as a birthday cake, it wouldn't have been nearly as impressive if we had just dumped her on the planet to hunt these traitors down."
They hear a child crying and see a young boy desperately trying to wake up his eviscerated mother. "Oh dear, the assassin missed one." Evangeline pulls out her pistol and shoots the child in the head without even batting an eyelash. "There can be absolutely no survivors." She turns to the Stormtroopers. "I want these bodies strung from the palace's walls, and then I want it filmed, and then I want that film sent to as many planets as possible, the nobility needs to know that treachery will not be tolerated." Maricris follows Evangeline out into the hallway and onto a balcony, looking over the burning city; the Adeptus Sororitas had been hard at work.
"I have heard some disturbing news, about strange occurrences on the planet Tombstone."
"What is the problem mistress?"
"There is a disturbance on that world, Nostradamus can sense it, something foul is at work on that world. A cult of some kind, possibly a rogue witch working her foul craft, one homestead has already fallen victim to foul sorcery, the farmers who discovered it ran away screaming. Fortunately Tombstone is in the same system as this planet."
"That's awfully convenient for us."
"It's the Emperor's will, he has set things up so that we could be within striking distance of a potential threat, we need to clean up here than head on over to that world."
"What do we know about Tombstone?"
"It's the recruiting world for the Angels of Vengeance, a successor chapter of the Dark Angels. They are well known for their hatred of Xenos and stubbornness on the battlefield."
"If it is an Adeptus Astartes world, why are we getting involved?"
"If my concerns are founded, this threat is too serious to leave in the hands of the Astartes. Besides, I don't trust the Dark Angels or their successors, they are hiding something terrible."
"What are they hiding?"
"While there is no proof, there is an open secret in the Inquisition about the Dark Angels, that during the Horus Heresy, half of their number fell to chaos."
"Do they know we know?"
"Like I said, it's an open secret, and we don't have proof. It's very hard to go after the Dark Angels and their successors, they are all very close and their service to the Imperium is legendary, plus they tend to silence anyone who knows too much. We will need to move quickly on that world, we want to eliminate this threat before they get involved, Dark Angels and their successors don't play well with the Inquisition. Unfortunately we don't have any proof of them silencing our agents. Even stepping on one of their recruiting worlds may provoke them enough to dispose of us."
"I understand mistress, we will move quickly and dispose of this threat as swiftly as possible."
