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Konrad Curze closes his eyes. Serenity had helped him: his visions rarely come to him and never with the force that they used to. Still, there are moments when he wishes that he could summon them. As it is, all he can rely on is his formidable intellect. Yet… his intelligence is not infallible.
But now he and Ferrus Manus have to piece together something that makes sense from what the deamonette said.
His fingers trail the crack on Neptune's mirror. Why isn't she here? Her powers were so much better suited to that sort of thing.
"I think I know why the sword might be important," Ferrus Manus says.
Konrad looks up, watching Ferrus' craggy face. "Why?"
"That daemon was in it before, wasn't it?" Ferrus says. "It might try hiding in it again."
Konrad nods. It seems like a reasonable assumption. His eyes are drawn to the mirror, as he tries to figure out its purpose. Why did that daemon keep it with painting? Why did it not keep it with itself?
"She mentioned reflections," he says.
"And the deamon kept the mirror away from itself," Ferrus adds.
They look at each other and nod after a moment. They still have to hammer out the fine details, but the plan is already forming. Slowly, ever so slowly they are reaching their goal.
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He had power and a body he liked very much. The sensations it felt were so very intriguing. Look at the spectrum it saw, no pun intended. He had no intention to leave it. Of course, he had made sure making him leave it was going to be very difficult. Five anchors secured the daemon to his body.
Now, one was broken. The dumb little daemonette had gone and let herself be killed, which meant three other anchors were in danger. Still, he doubted whoever it was that killed the daemonette was a danger to him. After all, he was one of Slaanesh's favoured and his anchors worked in a devious way.
Thus, he had not worried when he had been summoned.
The first hint of worry crept into its mind when it realized it had appeared on some sort of a derelict space hulk. There was a worrying lack of signs of Slaaneshi worship. Blindly fast, it lashed out, striking one of the figures at the edge of the summoning circle.
They used his true name. That was the only way those like them would manage to summon him.
Its fist connected with chest of the bigger one. Ferrus Manus—that was his name. He didn't stumble and grabbed the daemon's arm instead. Then the other figure, the one he ignored in favour of attacking Ferrus Manus, said his name.
He froze staring at the silver eyes of Ferrus Manus. This was not how it was supposed to go. Then, he found himself staring at his own reflection.
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