Aphedron Pansexualis the Magnificent, Champion of the Dark Prince, stretched himself on the sofa with his signature majestic grace and looked at the gawky visitor with contempt. Some inquisitors just cannot choose allies wisely. It doesn't matter though as most often oafs like that happen to be of some use.

'Greetings.' The inquisitor's overfamiliar tone didn't bother Aphedron much as the man was no real threat.

'You're welcome.'

'I'm here to get the grimoire, you know. Anyway you're unlikely to keep it for your needs,' the visitor chuckled.

'True, I'm no bookish man, but I can find a better customer. To be honest, I'm trading with you because I have a soft spot for nonconforming individuals who are the spice of the boring, senile Imperium.'

'You've got the bigger part of the price already.'

'Yes, but it's just a snack to lighten up the dull pastime in this collapsing shack. I'm going to pay a visit to the Casbah as soon as possible.'

'You'll get to the place today then. Right as you commissioned - a latent, non-soulbound psyker of little use for myself.'

'But how will you explain the loss of your valued Interrogator?' Aphedron smirked.

'I'll make something up as usual.' The inquisitor shrugged his shoulders. 'I care little about what old Platydoras and his Conclave think of me.'

'Wise enough. You may take the first part of your purchase from my night table. The second one will wait for you here when I'm back.'

'If only you won't hornswoggle me.'

'So you don't trust Aphedron the Magnificent, Resplendent Champion of the Prince of Pleasures, Swordmaster Warlord of the Porphyrous Host? I might get offended by such attitude.' Aphedron gave him a sinister grin.

'Deal.'

'Where's your psyker then?'

'Waiting outdoors. I'll call her right now. She hasn't seen a Chaos Marine yet.'

'So she's gonna get impressed.'

The inquisitor found the grimoire in the mess of drug packages, jewels and kineblades on Aphedron's table and stuffed it into his pouch. When he left, a young girl in simple military garb entered the room and stared at the Chaos Lord with a mixture of interest and caution. She could have been bolder and prettier, Aphedron thought, but that was still fine.

'Good afternoon, sir.' The girl pulled an overly cheerful smile.

'Nice to meet you, babe. Feel at home in my bachelor's lair.' Aphedron let his purple toga slip down to the floor revealing his alabaster-white perfect body.

He reached out with his psychic vision to take a look at the psyker girl's aura letting the lulling murmurs of Slaanesh touch her mind. The interrogator blushed and wrapped herself tighter in her old worn coat.

'My mentor said I'll have to do some job for you.'

'Hope you've got experience.' Aphedron unfurled the bundle of violet tentacles in the place of his left arm to pick up his glass of wine from the table.

'I've served as his Interrogator for two years already.' The girl tried not to show horror at the sight of his mutation.

'Maybe you'd like to pick up new skills.'