The Inquisitor
Chapter XXX
I resisted slamming my head hard right onto a table as various people started congregating around where I'd taken up a seat, "Throne!" I grumbled rubbing away an almost guaranteed headache due to an oncoming psychic rush of questions being literally spoke non-verbally. I love fecking being a psyker, all I hear is open thoughts and questions all wondering, 'what's boss Marcos going to do?' Emperor help me, if I hear someone ask a different question? Please, I'll start praising his name and more until I repent for thinking otherwise!
Flipping a dagger lazily over my hand I dully glared right at Slithe's beaming expression, "Oh shut up!" I muttered making her giggle when she'd sat far too close to indicate being hurt, or remotely hurt since I came close to shoving said mutation away. Two days of coming down here organizing, oh feck I call it kicking my own ass for saying whose going to do what! Fecking Sigur, I bet you and Tartarus are just having a real grox shitting time together. Private discussion, or throne getting into her pants while leaving me to deal with a mess on this damned deck.
But at least clearing out an almost popular tavern full of gangers and whores certainly made the mood far more livelier. Wearing a blindfold hadn't done any favors since most assumed I was blind oddly enough, "Skit." I hissed seeing said servo-skull hovering over my shoulder, "How much longer until mass starts at the chapel. Fecking feck, please give me good news!" Attending mass while underneath Alicia had been an honest Emperor be praised blessing, I enjoyed it and actually had time to think alone without resorting to liquefy someone's brain down here.
"Acknowledged, one moment Neophyte Eius." He took a moment processing that command to make my forehead dip heavily, "Eight hours and sixteen minutes." Tartarus had been literally busy apparently ever since Octavian handed over whatever she'd wanted off of him. And May apparently as well had been given access to said exchange, if only after pissing her former Inquisitor off to a point where I'd bet would have repercussions. Yet I found myself honestly enjoying being left alone except trying to filter out decent members of a retinue meant to be expendable fodder.
Leaning back in the seat while inhaling on a lho stick I looked over seeing Vera flaunting some Emperor blessed miracles at some grinning mutant. Least she's enjoying being the 'maid' of this place, I think leaving her in charge of running a brothel was fecking reasonable. The entire place had been cleared of corpses, I left them for Slithe's loving family to clean up and spoil themselves while keeping an eye on a heretic sibling. Apparently said sister of the mutation who refused to stop beaming had been enjoyed thoroughly after an entire day.
"You get some Psycho eyes watching out for people coming down here?" I flicked ash into a twisted cup filled with rust, "Last thing I need is one of the Sororita purifying your ugly face." Slithe giggled to nod happily at first despite pouting finding the insult almost expectant. You know how to get around girl, I need shivs dropped when someone asks for favors. Don't pout at me, I mean you're cute but you're not that good at it.
The mutant girl answered in low gothic which came out clearer after several days of calming down. She nearly had a panic attack when I'd gotten down here yesterday, if Vera's mentioning of being abandoned meant anything remotely obvious. Still I humored throwing a blessed dagger into some makeshift board for lazy shiv target practice, "Yes, Marcos." Shyly she took out some dented and cracked data-slate to make me read it despite the fact I pointed to a blind fold, "I can see you in the warp, feck but I can't read without taking it off. Throne girl, we go over this and the only reason why I don't take this off to scare your fecking face off..." I abruptly stopped when she leaned closer to make my frustration boil down to lamenting exasperation.
"I'm sorry." I angled the blade to have it leisurely tilt in shoving said data-slate back, "That's a terrible lie, Slithe." She smiled beautifully making me exhale tiredly, "Vera said we need drink. But bad men who made it won't do for you. She said, 'you make it happen, boss.'" I reached out psychically to simply get that explanation done and over with since drinks made me happier. If I couldn't smoke my own damned lho sticks, Emperor help me or else I'd lose sleep if I couldn't find something making it worth while.
Vera, who makes this grox piss excuse of sleazy booze? The woman perked up slightly disturbed I'd spoken via directly into her mind, more so I caught an image of said person riding a mutant's dick to get some information. And stop thinking about fecking work, I don't need that image burned into my head for Emperor's sake! Shuddering momentarily did I watch an elder mutant woman sway rather expertly placed hips to knock said man aside teasingly. Mutants never ceased to annoy me until they either died, or been shut up prematurely.
Several bodies surrounding the table were filled by either Psycho mutants, or lesser gangers whose gangs weren't able to tackle skimming corners. Not that their even decent, feckers think I'm blind and don't have a clue I can see them thinking about sticking my third rib. Two men who were barely human had multiple eyes between their forehead and jawline kicked a seat over for Vera who blew them kisses with her tongue flickering appreciated. Their auras within the warp itself literally oozed off lust, if their purple and darker coloration tinting them gave it away.
She brushed aside hair to bash eyes flirtatiously at several who grinned hungrily, "Booze now, feck yourselves later." I groaned expectantly well aware of their habits, "Wanna watch, boss?" Vera offered cheekily making my mood border in laughing loudly, or shrugging came close except I kind of needed to solve a problem, "Tempting, but I've had enough of temptation. You're going to the first mass of our Emperor's worship and maybe learn to be a good girl."
Chortles arose when the established Psycho leader growled impatiently, "Spread your legs further, or else piss off since some of us drink." Vera hardly looked offended to coo out tauntingly, "You wish eating what's between under this skirt, I'm cleaner and more satisfying than what you eat on any day Joakim." This mutant in particular had a tendency to click dual tongues daringly, as if that offer came almost promised yet they weren't hostile to each other so far.
Both of you just shut up, get a room after we're done here. I intoned snapping fingers to gain their attention, "Who makes this grox piss and where they held up at? Need someone besides Slithe to drop a shiv off, or else someone is stepping up to make it." Joakim's mutated face which made said girl next to me look an actual human growled with exposed vocal cords to explain gurgling, "Jov's boy, Yerik got a stint and stable next to them prowlers. Usually got young ones for his work, boss." He explained rasping to have saliva drip down making me whistle absently surprised.
"My age?" I stated curiously enough as several individuals grinned, "Half at least." Peering into his head left me little to leer excitedly, "Is this piss worth it?" It was rhetorical enough to where I mused aloud, "I'm sure friends of that Cadian can pick up some slack. Any of them hit that taste? Least they can do for consorting with a heretic, now I'd rather not have the faithful to our Emperor pay penance of sin."
Vera supplied useful information to playfully inform an entire table, "There's a few, boss. Some kicked us around if our own younger ones didn't play with them." An image of younger mutations lesser than others being prodded, or tortured with adults wielding rusted auto pistols came to me quickly. Well, I guess Yerik can play with them in return. Make it happen Joakin, keep them fresh and lively so you get the first taste on this piss we call drinking.
A woman with some sort of shaven head had three ears on side of her face slyly informed, "Can we make ice-slop? We got cut up, if that other one found us." I toyed with saying no to a local narcotic that would've been deadly back on an old hab block I skimmed, "Go for it. Long as the Psycho's get their cut, you sell it and keep some peace, as... ah, wait!" I stopped myself peering at this mutant keenly, "What's ice-slop? Sounds like crystal sniffing from back home to me, or is it one of those other kinds of cuts?"
Vera whispered into my closest of ears humming far too amused, "Turns brains into big holes, boss." Waving my dagger lazily did I finally send out a psychic question genuinely impressed. You got any on you? The woman with multiple ears leisurely tossed some sort of container on table as I caught a whiff of something foul to get my skin blistering. Feck, if that were lho I'd have my throat turn to dust. But I guess anyone whose an idiot will snort that like any good little junky, Emperor be praised because that's what is going to make everyone happier down here.
Joakin whistled in a wheezing rasp of air, "Good quality. Makes my flesh sizzle!" I rolled both eyes underneath the blind fold trying to avoid smiling, "If you deal it, don't snort it. And none of Vera's girls do it." Said woman purred gratefully to lightly nibble on an ear that I shook off physically to tap a dagger against an arm in a clear yet tame warning. No touching, I said it before! If they do it, I'm setting up another place where dirtier people can do it. This brothel will be what I call a clean one, or is that going to be a problem?
Apparently that little display wasn't taken too seriously, "Whatever you say, boss." My smirk plainly found her lying somewhat lacking, "Say please, or else I'd believe that lie." They'd learn eventually which made these meetings already entertaining since none of them had drawn pistols, or rusted shivs to force issues. Yet when someone like myself could enter their minds, to have them bleed out or incinerate them tended to be fairly good motivation in playing nice. I could have killed this entire brothel, if I got tired of them all in all honesty.
"Boss." Someone asked off to my right as I resisted pulling out a las-pistol to ward off aggravation since I'd heard it long before it being verbally spoken, "Small question! We allowed to skim outside for food, or..." I waved it off literally in favor of psychically stating rather bored. Shanks, shivs, bullets and whatever is fine. Just don't do it when mass starts, someone's got to keep you ugly fecks in line to be in the Emperor's grace. Feck me over, I'll burn your ass alive just like that nice lady Slithe told me about few months back.
Truthfully these mutants, or lesser humans could do what they needed to forget what the Cadian had in place. As long as they behaved, played nice and not feck me over? I'll make it clear for you, I don't appreciate your hand on an auto-pistol...friend. I glanced over towards a ganger standing behind the person who spoke as they flinched simultaneously when I grinned pleasantly. Only warning, or else you'll find the floor your permanent bed. Understand?
Even while wearing a ragged cloth hiding teeth which were yellowed and twisted he rasped out, "Yes, boss." I laughed silently finding this almost too easy, I used to have glance twice over each shoulder until someone got a hint back home funnily enough. Whistling lowly I spun a blessed dagger in circular motions momentarily taking time to ease down tension, "If any of you try, yet alone think I won't know what you're doing? I'll take out the platter." Gesturing towards a relatively rusted plate with an almost dented cover sent shivers down those who'd believed otherwise. Might as well make it clear, if anyone has eyes not on what I want? I'll have everyone know, I can play nice but only as far as mutants stop making me wish I hadn't purged them.
Behind myself air whisked past when two warm appendages belonging to an avian creature settled comfortably on a shoulder. Two heads hissed while beaks snapped loudly, "Bird's hungry." I mentioned absently to see eyes averting immediately as if it'd be tempted to peck out organs, "If there's anymore questions, send it to Vera or Slithe. I got work upstairs, so praise the Emperor for you all earning your place as faithful to his divinity. For the Emperor protects!" They nodded murmuring a prayer to humanity's protector as chairs were backed up, I eyed them all naturally to see mostly approving auras akin to non aggression.
Although I growled out, "Slithe! Hand!" I slapped one lingering limb with a dagger's flat edge due warming on my thigh as she smiled beautifully innocent to make me lament, "What is it with you fecking mutants and touching? Throne, I should have left you with the family at this rate." Leaning back I propped up both feet staring exasperated at an elder girl who admitted almost bashfully, "You smell good, boss."
I snorted loudly finding that excuse older than May being a decent friend, "Try harder, girl." Vera smiled due to a teasing undertone informing me pleasantly, "Slithe isn't one to be next to someone she thinks is different. When I found her boss, poor thing was shaking and didn't know where to go when them prowlers got into her." Again I resisted spitting for hearing another sob story, I got tired of them after the first several hours yesterday when said girl refused to let me go until I had fire along fingers ending that humoring habit.
And you conveniently forgot she tore a man's neck out when hunting for food on said family's turf? I shot back knowingly to see the woman shrug indifferently, "Slithe may have been wrongly sentenced to this shit hole, Vera. But she's not defenseless for Emperor's sake, or is that knife in your skirt just happy too?" I stretched popping stiff muscle while stroking the avian creature's neck as it settled on myself contently enjoying my actions.
Throne I almost missed Sigur since he wasn't the touchy feeling mutant since they were exploiting me due to age alone. I enjoy it, but all the time? Feck no! I grumbled internally to stab a dagger's tip into rusted metal for the table to ask mostly bored, "Any trouble though? No one slipping in and out without paying up?" Glancing over towards my left where several elder girls dipped below a table as heads started bobbing up and down without preamble indicting business seemed to be picking up some slack finally.
"The Psychos aren't any problem so far, boss. They hoarded mostly everything, so they pay with food and drink since that man had them shot on sight." I watched despite being in the center of said brothel to hum rather impressed, "Means they get shivs, bullets and other things fairly well. Long as they do what they do, I'll give them benefit of doubt to play nice. But if they don't?" Casually I pointed upwards smiling fairly entertained to see her blow a kiss knowingly as well, if anything she certainly enjoyed being safeguarded.
Office is open, woman. She got up whispering something into a younger mutant's ear as giggling followed making my eyes wishing they rolled. You sneak in there when I try to sleep Slithe, I'm throwing you out a window. I warned mainly to see her pout visibly again, "Marcos!" I shook my head making that point perfectly clear yet again, "I said I'd help you, but you're not doing yourself favors kissing my ass. No touching, or else you'll end up where your sister is but underneath someone who'd make the Cadian look kinder in comparison."
Mutations were somewhat a mixed bag whenever anyone not them gave chances to do some good in the Emperor's name. But as long as they were useful, faithful and earnestly willing to earn that chance to be absolved, I'd tolerate their habits. You want to be useful, don't touch me and maybe you'll find yourself having a better life living longer outside this deck. I held no illusions either Tartarus, or May would tolerate anything less than human walking around in the upper decks of this vessel. So it fell on them in earning their usefulness, or rightfully have a bolt shell implanted by those far more eager within the Sororita's chapel to do it freely.
Apart from the girl frowning somewhat conflicted I had no one else to consider being what Tartarus amounted to a standing retinue. Not like I can fecking trust anyone of these people, Slithe likes me too much and that's ironically my fault. But can't say picking out anyone of them will do me favors, I swear by the throne mutants either want to slit my throat, or stick me in the back. Tapping boots against air methodically did little to appease problems eventually needing to be answered, but if all else failed I had Kriegers to die for our Emperor's divinity.
"Marcos!" I grunted glancing over to see her tapping on a data-slate as I bit down on an interior cheek, "Fine! Let's go upstairs, so I can read in peace!" Getting upright I snatched said object stuffing it within my pant's pocket all the while considering setting this girl on fire. Still must be somewhat important, but if that fecking hand strays it's coming off. And it's your head trying to find a Tech-Priest to get you a new one. Throne, why did I think being a boss would be fun? Oh that's right, I thought it'd be easier than skimming a hab block.
Swinging legs off I got up sheathing said dagger while the warp ahead shimmered due to a bird dissipating into pieces. Walking past chatting sub-humans who were wrestling with three, or four arms along their sides I lightly kicked a door open adjacent to where the furthest table had been set up for a dead Cadian. Moving slightly right I eyed a backdoor before an end slanted upwards where stairs spiraled leading to a private compartment meant for one who owned an entire building, or rather been welded together relatively in little to shit conditions. Yet I realized it was livable to get an overview of where most mutations, or lesser humans tended to gather on this somewhat grox shit odor infested deck.
Going up two flights of welded steel and other shoddy patch works I reached a small indentation leading to one lone doorway. Clutter ranging from clothing, mugs and lesser unmentionables littered outside from days prior. Even cleaning house literally took myself awhile to get it reasonable as I looked back towards Slithe, "Make sure someone cleans this fecking mess up. I don't need reminders of that Cadian, or else I'll burn this place down. Or sell it off to someone, Emperor knows you'll need better clothing down here."
The girl smiled again despite my less than friendly demand, "Okay." I counted to ten before praying to the Emperor for strength as fingers reached yanking down on a latch. Groaning audibly I pushed an almost rusted door open breathing lightly, "Slithe, please get it done." I amended making her smile grow wider when I stepped through bypassing a somewhat decent cot that I'd taken over last night to enjoy said comforts. It certainly had some conditioning to make it pleasant, if anything made what I had above deck stiffer in comparison.
Welded slits occasionally held cracked crass along one wall peering down into what amounted to a central view below between containers. Two creaking lamps swayed overhead as I pulled a cord making one dimly illuminate rugged plated floors, "No wonder that Cadian hated this shit hole. It smells like that daemon, fecking gross." I muttered while activating a data slate to go through whatever Slithe and Vera apparently wanted myself viewing. Bypassing somewhat rusted bars made to an emergency exit above, I checked the interior latch which still remained locked yet I'd have unlock it soon enough.
Pressing along my earlobe where a vox bead linked to one specific channel I spoke up, "You still up there enjoying a view, master-corporal?" Even though I saw an outline above belonging to possibly the most senior ranked Krieger, if Engel's death was an indication tapped an outer hatch above promptly. Kriegers, I know by the Emperor none of you will complain and still barely talk about it. But someone's got to fortify locations to keep an eye on these mutants, or else they'd feck me over sooner than later. Well I can't say all of them, maybe not Slithe but I'm not leaving that shiv exposed for someone to stick me.
Lightly climbing up I unlocked said latch regardless reminding the masked soldier, "When you're set just pop down. Lot of work to get down, so enjoy some quiet." Another tap met my ears signaling positive acknowledgment, "Skit!" As another potential irritation formed, I called over to the servo-skull which floated behind, "Keep your eye out for surprise guests. Last thing we need is someone getting us in the third rib, alright?"
Between an emergency exit was a small crude yet somewhat polished table once filled with data-slates, or empty bottles leaving little for myself to imagine. Fecker got drunk, high or had whores up here probably killed if they weren't human enough. Absently realizing privacy had some sort of merit, I jumped to land exhaling contently on softer material for bedding. Propping a leg onto said bed's end I witnessed another shimmering presence within the warp filter back in solid manifestation, my bird landed to settle on a table next to Sltihe who'd found vacant chairs.
"Peck her eyes out, if she tries anything." I called out making an elder girl frown as one head nipped lightly at a hand too close. Yet said avian creature nibbled on fingers making a giggle emit from the mutant as I resisted scowling, "Fecking bird." Muttering quietly I pulled off a blind fold blinking away light momentarily to visibly begin reading what was on a data-slate's screen. Scrolling through meager security measures by plugging in decryption keys, I found myself at last quietly enjoying some peace and laziness.
Two gangers belonging to another gang went missing near the prowlers last night? I read humming loudly since said area belonged to Slithe's loving family. As far as I cared, I intended to pop in and see how that reunion kept on going considering that sibling would have to draw in food. Maybe she's learning, or they were fecking dumb enough to think I got rid of them. They're useful, if only to reap some reward for getting someone who put them there at all. Maybe I should find out who you got down here technically speaking, girl.
Shifting through lines of low gothic I visibly snorted when Vera's information while fecking a few visitors came up. Meeting near edge of deck, Psycho's found out cause one ganger couldn't keep his mouth busy. Chortling lowly I peeked around a slate to see Slithe hesitantly stroking an avian creature's neckline as it hardly seemed disturbed, "Don't get comfortable, I think we need to check in on the family and see what they've been eating. If you kill your sister, I'd hate to spoil love and bliss for you personally."
Glancing away when anxious eyes swept over she spoke quietly, "I have no sister." Whistling sharply I retorted fairly impressed, "Exactly what I needed to hear! But we're still checking up, if she's walking around I don't need someone escaping above deck. So is there any other lift around?" I prompted curiously while skimming over lines of low-gothic again, I didn't find anything else worth mentioning or caring about until this problem got resolved. And for that alone requires someone to spill what happened to them to get in said previous position.
What happened when you got thrown down here, Slithe? Psychically asking did wonders when anxiety, anger and pain rippled over in her mind all too obviously. Either you tell me, or I rip out the memories to get an idea. And trust me, I'm not gentle about it. I gave her fair warning and honesty to which she inhaled loudly trying to relieve arguably a grox shit situation. Being an innocent while dumped among hungry mutations, I imagined it'd have been quite a fun time.
"I worked, I worked getting money for...me and her." I glanced over briefly seeing a girl tremble yet smiling sadly as emotions emitted for myself to read plainly. Whoring? I questioned simply as a negative answer made me slightly surprised, "Cleaning rooms. I...good hearing people and I learned to find whispers. Heard this could be fixed!" Scale like flesh slithering around her neckline indicated either a rumor, or maybe delusional hope in being a purer human cured of mutation. I sincerely doubted it'd have been possible yet I kept that valuable answer stored away to possibly incentive this girl to get better.
Kern had rooms for mutants like you to clean? I asked mainly humoring why an Inquisitor had such a location on said vessel, "Guests. From what she said!" Just hearing this girl hissing a lone word spitefully made me grin far too pleased. Yet her expression froze when a tongue licked out naturally furious, I looked away again before frightening her to literal madness. But a dull glow of eyes unnaturally bright illuminated the data-slate's keys.
Humming happily to comment absently, "Relax since I like it when you're angry, Slithe. You sound dangerous, focused and I hope you learn how to make that worth it." In response she smiled shyly as if a natural hissing in her vocal cords sounded disgusting yet I hardly cared to make any person have their spine tingling. The girl had looks relatively to make even storm trooper's lower their eyes, which wasn't saying much save for a bit of smarts and knew how to survive regardless of how shit of a grox got thrown at her entirely.
Too easy, I almost feel bad! Snorting quietly again I lifted a single finger, "But continue, please. Get to the good part, how you got here." If gangers went missing due to those cannibal mutants, or prowlers considering they had a local name for them certainly had to be thinned out. Last thing I needed was an infestation akin to that daemon plague, or else Tartarus would be up my ass to have the Sororita cleanse this rightful flith. But I hedged a prayer that even among filth, I'd find faithful willing to die for the Emperor if they had enough human inside themselves.
Slithe hissed angrily recalling exactly when family damned her into literal hell, "I saw her and him together, they smelled of blood. She saw me as I ran, I wanted no trouble as I cleaned to get us off ship." Kern and Slithe's sibling were fecking apparently, I intentionally backed out psychically to avoid that image entirely. Blood? Either someone caught them before she did, or they did something incredibly weird as feck. But what makes an Inquisitor want to feck a mutant, I mean Slithe is relatively human unless someone takes off her skirt, heh.
Crossing one leg over another I heard the interesting part in her getting thrown out, "She pointed Marcos, then I see dark and wake up...with family." This time I psychically reached out viewing an image of said sibling waving bye when mutations jumped on her, as well as digits crawling into places I figured were quite lovingly pleased. Sounds like you got smuggled onto Tartarus's vessel, before I showed up and the Cadian had orders to make sure you'd never leave. He kept you from finding a way out literally, or figuratively until you tipped me off.
The girl flinched when shuddering loudly due to reliving being raped, or something along those lines making my lips twitch upwards. That's why you always carry a shiv, Slithe. I lectured mildly amused finding her story just another one I'd seen, or had heard worse back on my home world. She just got fecked over simply for convenience when seeing a supposed family member betray her, an innocent mutant to be used for trying to mingle with a pure human. Technically speaking I'd say curiosity damned her more than idiocy, but I supposed that talent would be useful in her exploring areas whenever Tartarus decided upon us traveling in future daemonic discoveries.
"Thanks for providing more evidence, but you do need to learn how to handle a knife or something when you get eyes on you." My eyes closed pleasantly leaning back onto softer material despite it smelling damp and creaking gradually, "You're observant, curious and if you want to see outside this deck? You need skills, or anything to get yourself useful to the person who wanted everyone down here killed. Did you know that even when you were praying to the Emperor, I mean I think it's worth a chance to get things done."
Immediately I expected a response to almost laugh quietly again, "You can fix me?" Through the warp itself I saw one hand absently grasping along scaled flesh underneath her jawline. Hope alone radiated off said person as I shrugged absently, "Feck if I know, girl. If it's possible, I'd say pray for our Emperor to provide but only when you're useful enough to have me ask someone who'd know." I pointed out making it clear I wouldn't risk my neck, or anything until she proved herself capable to assist down here first off.
I'm not a nice person, Slithe. I slyly implied to see her mood swirling between disbelief and anxious determination to believe myself a liar. I'm a friend, but friends of mine need to provide me something to keep an eye out. But... I trailed off speaking into a mind directly to lean over leering far too obviously as the avian creature took off from a table's edge. It glided over settling above on a lamp post meant for personal usage to protective watch over myself. If you do trust me, I can help you as much as I'm able too for your sake. You're in a position no one down here can say they can hope to get freely, a chance to be someone more and dedicate to our faith to showcase you have enough humanity inside to be rewarded.
Truthfully this mutation had little chance surviving outside a grox shit place such as she'd gotten herself into by ignorance. Yet it was better to offer false hope than nothing else, or I'd have to kill her which would be a waste of time. Time that I took effort in clearing up when getting Willen off from being ended like an idiot, I figured it'd be in good faith to see where she'd place herself. Slithe was deadly naturally in being able to tear out throats, to deceive enough to flaunt looks and if left alone could move around without being seen too often. Either way, I'd make an effort to at least humor if mutants were willing despite my experience saying otherwise.
"No." I raised an eyebrow despite eyes being firmly shut, "You good person, Marcos." I couldn't resist cheekily mentioning to coo, "Oh stop, I'll blush!" Sitting upright abruptly to state fairly clear, "Whatever you think Slithe, I already know since I'm already inside your head. But if you makes you sleep better at night, I guess calling me a good person is just you lying to yourself." She looked away shrinking inwardly trying to recall everything I'd done, if anything she almost considered me something I wanted nothing to describe myself.
You're intelligent, not a fecking idiot. I mentioned approvingly to dangle some chance she'd have herself become what I needed to help me eventually. Call me whatever you want, but if I was ordered to kill you? I'd do it, not because I hate you even if you're a mutant. Picking up a dagger I tapped an edge against metal teasingly to draw her attention gradually. But neither of us can't afford being useless in a game at work, Slithe. You became apart of it once you found Kern and that other one fecking in a bed, whether you like it or not? There's only way out to possibly get you out of it entirely, and he's talking to you right now.
Grinning openly when hearing a hopeful question, "Promise?" Shaking my head several times I impishly couldn't resist teasing, "Only if you succeed, Slithe." Her hands dipped below the table forming a shaky yet confirmed sign of an aquilla. Either she died serving our Emperor to do his work in cleansing out the heretic, the daemonic and those of lesser beneath humanity then I'd try in getting her wish fulfilled. But if she couldn't survive, I'd rather not have my teacher get rid of her possibly with someone I'd rather not decide between. It was almost damning I spoke honestly with Slithe about her own chances, if I had to answer for it.
We'll get you started on how to shoot, use a knife and maybe learn to lie better. I mentioned mainly in order to keep ourselves busy yet getting some assistance would be an issue. Mutants were considered less than human, so not having a knife or firearm going into her skull was interesting enough. But I had a few sources to bite a bolt round for, if I wanted this girl to stand out by the Emperor's grace to do work in his name. It certainly seemed awkward providing friends for someone other than myself, I never really had others rely on me intentionally to get somewhere and ironically, it'd have gotten me killed back home funnily enough.
"Marcos?" Partially biting my tongue I answered relatively passive, "What?" Humoring to scare her off I still kept both eyes closed seeing an elder girl timidly admit again, "You are good...person." Emotions ranging from hope, to assurance and a blend of gentle faith almost made my stomach sour immediately since I grunted audibly in return. Throne, I swear you show any mutant some opportunity and they think you're someone else. It's sickening she thinks as if the Emperor is going to answer you whenever fecking shit like what happens to me is worthy enough.
For several moments silence followed when I kept myself busy expanding senses and absently viewing those below us in the brothel. Out of them all, twenty two want to gut me open. Not bad, I guess I'll have to reduce that number to zero. Among those twenty two, I peered into more exposed minds due to drunken stupors in seeing more being swayed to consider trying to kill me personally. Although most were mainly doing it out of fear, or a desire for blood due to an old leader being burned alive by Anora months ago.
Smiling faintly I almost missed hearing metal grinding as an exit hatch popped open and boots belonging to a Kreiger started coming down. Oh feck, now the touching happens again! Slithe immediately bolted towards where I'd been lying down rightfully concerned, anxious and not entirely trusting of soldiers who'd gun her down in a moment's notice. Apparently their clean up of heretics left an impression, if their attitude for almost gutting lesser human strains came into open view. And I had to grudgingly sit up while ignoring an elder girl literally using me as a shield.
"Mutants and touching!" I muttered plainly disbelieving it'd ever end, "But I guess, Emperor help me that this is an exception." From above the bird lightly perked up to settle onto a girl's shoulder, but wings managed to drape over us both. Yet I almost glared tiredly since that creature loved to give off a false impression. You really need to stop thinking, or by the throne she's something, bird or I'll strangle your fecking neck! You're a big reason why she keeps thinking touching, or hugging me as an excuse to annoy me.
The six eyes blinked several times before a beak nibbled on said mutant's hair making her torn between trembling, or giggling uncontrollably. It came down to making herself smaller underneath a Kreiger's gaze as I placed an elbow along my propped up kneecap, "What do you think of the deck, master-corporal? Large enough for your platoon to keep the Emperor's faith alive down here, or good enough for target practice?" I questioned mainly curious to see him silently look over to a girl whose less than pure strain of being human left little for tolerance.
Several key structures can be fortified and manned, if you require ample security, Neophyte. The man's thoughts were rigidly similar to Engel when he lived months prior. But this Krieger was significantly younger yet colder leaving little doubt imagining he'd become deadlier over time. I nodded in agreement in trusting their expertise to do what needed to be done, "As long as we pick out good spots since we have plenty of time, but we do need the lift's guarded and maintained so no one from above comes down here as a surprise visit. Sooner we have eyes on who comes in, I think we'll find out how smart they are encountering Krieger hospitality."
The masked soldier didn't visibly smile yet a chilling expectation filtered through to find that welcome an almost natural challenge. It'll be fascinating applying what we know into ship based warfare, Neophyte and within this low light environment? Myself and my fellows will be reminded of home, if only in name by your efforts. I almost whistled since apparently this man's home-world made a deck as grox pissed as it was, an almost kinder effort. Yet considering Krieg itself was a hellish death world, now I came close into being literally impressed this deck would get worse off.
"Eventually we'll thin out what's an affront to being human, master-corporal. But we have to be patient until we root out who, or what is useful for future missions." I reminded him by glancing behind as Slithe forwardly dipped her face trying to avoid a not so tolerant soldier who ruthlessly kept himself disciplined to merely nod once. Observe these gangers, soldier and learn how to see who smiles at you before killing you. Or those who try to warn you, plus there's about thirty thousand souls on this deck and you'll need targets who the Emperor will expose themselves for defying his light. Some will seek it out, if so it'll be on us to determine whose useful and worthy.
The Krieger hardly seemed convinced even wearing a re-breather but I grinned in revealing an interesting development, "How many of you are ready to investigate a pair of missing gangers? They were next to some mutants who eat humans..." I trailed off momentarily to point right back at Slithe who meekly looked up trying to resist trembling, "And this girl behind me knows where they live, mainly. She's going to lead us and show us around, if you're willing to get some target practice in cleansing what lurks preying on the Emperor's faithful."
His lenses partially focused on a girl who shyly smiled as an elbow of mine playfully spurred an action, "I...can, sir." I hardly believed the master-corporal would willingly allow any mutant to guide them until I lamented naturally supportive, "But I suppose it's my duty to oversee this entirety through, or else picking out worthy faithful is wasted. There's always a possibility I could be wrong, however the Emperor protects those who safeguard his holy subjects in times of need and darkness to seek out his foes." Peering into the warp itself again proved satisfying to see an almost neutral coloration finally emitting off his person gradually in being pacified.
By your will be done, Neophyte. I heard him plainly acknowledge internally that guarantee we'd not be misguided as I nodded towards an exit, "Take your time gathering those who aren't guarding the lift down here. If there's another way in, I trust you to fortify it so none get an idea escape, or entering any place son of Krieg who mans his post is fatally idiotic." He gave a crisp salute and turned an about face leaving myself and Slithe to prepare ourselves accordingly to conduct a test of faith itself, if she held fast to the Emperor's blessings of course.
As a doorway closed in one long groaning noise did I frown finally, "Stop clinging for Emperor's sake, girl." Her hands hadn't cease gripping my shirt from the back even when I sensed an impish grin unseen. You're becoming a pain in my ass! Throne, I don't know if you'll grow out of it, or I'll get used too this fecking shit. And I can't decide which is worse. But at least preparing for some chance which seemed likely of another entrance of smuggling people onto this deck, I had to come down hard and keep it contained.
"One of you is bad enough, I don't need more." I remarked slightly shoving an almost clingy mutant aside to lay back exhaling loudly stressed. Yet more problems needed to be sliced out now, or someone not so smart would get ideas. And ideas within gangs meant less than proving conditions fermenting wars for turf, blood or simply fun itself. Feck me! Being a boss of these scum grox licking ab-humans is nothing compared to Skit running the hive, ugh...I might need to remember what exactly he did when I was watching him.
Slithe appeared beautifully with an aura shining significantly brighter as if my words were praises instead of actual disdainful consideration. Every once I held internally came close to reaching out psychically and cutting an ability for herself to breathe yet ironically she'd be my best bet for potential trustworthy material to start out. Oh feck it, I'm stuck with this mess! Maybe Tartarus, or throne my Interrogator have points in ridding these mutants out into open space. But where's the fun in not seeing them get annoyed when they're good at what they do, naturally?
Regardless of whether she performed to unseen expectations I slyly implied, "If you do what you did before I got here, I think you have a way out. You know this deck far better than I do, if you can lead those masked men to where you got thrown to the family?" I hinted lightly tapping her hand which trembled mainly out of anxiety as I smiled pleasantly, "You just might be able to go back above decks and learn enough to make you a deadlier girl who can lie with a smile. Think you're ready to do what even your beloved sibling couldn't dare to imagine, a mutant serving our Emperor and earning their humanity by faithfully killing those who'd corrupt us all?"
Temptation to open both eyes nearly got the best of myself when she clutched a hand of my own as if I were the savor in that twisted mind. This is just pathetic, or too damned easy. I glibly thought resisting to sneer when a whisper bordering on hope asked, "I...I am scared, Marcos. Bad things happened, I don't want to happen again." Of course being used over and over by those who'd been smuggled aboard this deck to hunt down, or to be used to keep gangs in check underneath Augustus's agent left scars on those unwilling to get themselves out of it.
In case you've forgotten, I have a heretic to maintain her sentence of penance until whenever it is has been run through. And stop acting timid, or you'll get yourself killed trying to lie to me. I psychically retorted to try get some rest before scouring an entire deck for some hidden lift, or throne forsaken entry point only few probably knew entirely. As much as I wanted to rip that information from her skull, if I did forcibly it'd make her possibly brain dead since reliving bad days didn't exactly make me apathetic. You're dangerous Slithe, but you're not fooling me by pretending to lie when you don't remember every detail. You got around knowing people to somewhat trust, to help you and helped them even if you'd gotten them killed trying to escape a hell wrongfully placed into.
Motioning somewhat with a free hand lazily towards the rooms meager placement for clothing, "And for starters change into something that isn't a flimsy skirt. Look the part, or you'll flaunt what made loving family enjoy what they liked." She lightly rubbed hands together nervously causing dried scales to drop onto my flesh. But miraculously that advice got taken when an elder girl slid off to genuinely see what I'd been hinting obviously.
My eyes opened naturally to absently go over the data-slate's contents again starving off boredom as a girl started rummaging through piled up clothing. Despite repeatedly warning everyone between this room and a brothel's less than savory occupants, I came close to throwing said object when she deliberately stayed within one dimmed light. Her exposed back while impishly smiling left little to imagine, if teasing came too close for myself to tolerate. Oh I get it, I'm starting to see why you're pushing your damned luck. You want my reactions to gauge something, so you're not getting even a word out of me until I have something new to bitch about, girl.
Admittedly though I privately glimpsed somewhat pale flesh partially blending with scales to get an almost generous view. Emperor alone knew when biting some poor bastards throat out would an intimate encounter, I gave blessings due to her appearing modestly human and relatively eye catching considering storm-troopers had trouble focusing. Got a nice ass, I guess? Shrugging mainly out of trying to figure out what she'd have as an advantage, or fatal detriments wasn't entirely without amusement. Either way in the future, I'd have to ask Tartarus or Willen for advice pertaining to making someone else effectively capable to entice idiots into biting range.
"Neophyte Eius!" Skit rapidly came hoovering close to a bed's edge as I got up curiously, "Vox transmission being transmitted from Interrogator May Willen, at bequest of Inquisitor permission deemed as priority demands you accept immediately. Standing by for live connection, processing in three second approximately." I could only image why my superior wanted to contacted me, I hadn't any contact with her or said Inquisitor since being left alone.
Slithe keep picking out clothes, out of sight and stay absolutely quiet. I stood up back facing said girl who immediately realized I wasn't humoring obedience. I barely blinked when I waved a hand, "Go for it Skit. Might as well have something make the Sororita irritated for me being late to mass, I'd rather not get Alicia irritated when damn well I promised resuming my duties assisting them for faithful seeking out their prayers heard every day. So for the Emperor to grace me, let's play it and just find out whose getting a shiv in their third rib."
The servo-skull hovered several more inches away until an eye glowed brightly as an image of my superior smoothly came into view. May's appearance had changed drastically to mirror Tartarus in terms of attire and personal preference for looking as an official sanctioned Interrogator given a coat hid an interior velvet vest. Yet even the vox couldn't hide eyes which were practically shining with an emotion I'd consider a hope considering her voice sounding confident, "Marcos! Glad to see you have so much spare time to answer my summons, I hear running that scum ridden infestation of a deck is keeping you somewhat busy."
Ignoring Willen would have been equally as amusing yet I shrugged nonchalantly, "Going to the chapel keeps me sane, so I thank the Emperor every time I'm allowed too." She obviously seemed lingering on on my eyes which were playfully in plain view, "Don't have to wear a blind fold until Tartarus sends me something to keep these away from everyone else. What do you think?" I questioned seeing her expression turn from amused to slightly wry as they weren't humane considering I was damned by daemonic entities.
"Unsettling and I'm not even in front of you, physically." She truthfully admitted making me a bit smug to listen attentively, "But you have a problem which I've heard from my friends on aboard Kern and Salvus's ships. And before you ask me, our Inquisitor is aware to have me go about informing you to get rid of it." I almost rolled both eyes openly piecing together someone's old mess having to be cleaned up, or else it'd be incredibly irritating. May and Tartarus didn't deem it so bad, if I was being ordered apparently.
"What problem?" I prompted leaning back against a bolted down table folding my arms lazily, "Aren't you clean from them? Enlighten me!" Something incredibly odd occurred when May smiled eerily bemused to vaguely hint, "Oh! When one is in love, I suspect they'll do whatever it takes to attain happiness at all expense."
I raised both eyebrows to casually lean over in seeing Slithe slipping off a dress, "Are you fecking with me? Kern wants his mutant?" I asked mainly out of sheer disbelief to garner a snort of agreement to explain patiently, "Apparently from my friends he doesn't want to risk whatever she knows slipping out into someone's ears like mine, I believe he does care for that ab-human or you'd know it's more damning if whatever it knows falls into your head. But since he's been essentially fortified onto his own vessel, he can't step off it or be charged with heresy by the Ordos Hereticus. It's a messy situation he got himself into honestly."
Sardonically smiling I shrugged yet again lazily, "Heretics cannot be shown mercy, I don't intend to let a family reunion be cut short." The Interrogator hardly disagreed despite revealing rather cautiously in eluding as to what problem was coming, "Kern is sending one of his latest apprentices from what I understand in a bid to smuggle it out back onto his ship. Moves have already been made, or has anything happened down there for several days?" I stared briefly only to walk away momentarily in snatching the data-slate back right into May's view.
Two missing gangers near where those prowlers crawl around as hunting grounds? Laughing under breath I looked up grinning widely as I confirmed a unique event, "Couple gangers went missing yesterday and now I know why. They probably stumbled on someone looking around in a place where there's another entry point where Slithe got smuggled when she found out about Kern and his mutant bitch. Someone looking for said mutant among family, so I guess someone else is going to earn her value to help me out." I flipped over a data-slate several times idly taking in Willen's amusement since I had teeth exposed due to leering happily.
Behind myself I heard wings shuffling only to feel warmth among one shoulder, "What should I know about our guest?" What I asked mainly out of curiosity turned into gleeful expectation, "Kern has several apprentices, but this one isn't afraid of psykers, Marcos. He gave himself a title dubbed, 'Paladin', or so from what I remember. He's prideful enough where he'll use all holy mandates to press those into service, arrogant and generally a dick but isn't unskilled considering he follows what that man says as if it were the Emperor speaking to him upon the throne."
My smile grew wider and wider when I couldn't resist cheekily noticing details in her description. She really hates this guy, oh Emperor I can't believe it. Whistling rather lowly I slyly implied subtly to see her reaction turn murderously irritable, "Did you and him feck?" Her glaring disgust made it fairly laughable since I assumed correctly to start laughing loudly in response. And here I thought she teased to slip a knife onto someone's neck, but if she gave herself that easily to someone I almost felt sorry for this bastard.
"Past associations excluded, Neophyte." She dryly waved off despite myself snickering to continue rather simply, "Don't let him leave with a heretic, or else there will be annoying concessions to be made on myself and Inquisitor Tartarus's expense. Once the coven is fully summoned, Kern will answer one way or another as well as Salvus for dabbling with daemonic forces. Expect a personal retinue to assist him, if anything you'll be hard pressed to keep just inside that deck." I had so little faith yet I found it entirely heart warming to wink exaggeratedly to cause my Interrogator to stifle a snort openly since I accepted an unspoken promise.
Can't exactly keep a divine sentence secured without the heretic leaving their just rewarded reunion with family. Quietly cackling I took a moment before summing up what exactly this so called mission entitled, "Killing those who conspire against divine judgment and aiding a heretic consigns any to die by the Emperor's will, May. Should I expect you, or Tartarus checking in whenever this person arrives on-board, or is he already here?" I questioned curiously since either option left me wondering how much firepower, psychic will and prayers I'd need just to make a welcoming ovation for those trying to feck me over.
Her answer certainly gave me time as I couldn't resist smirking, "Within the day, if my sources haven't been killed yet. Apparently Kern isn't going to let his mutant woman go without some sort of attempt to reclaim her, so don't assume you have long Marcos." I laughed loudly to briefly reveal an almost too entertained challenge I had on hand, "Thanks for the confidence, Willen. But I think got a solution to solve most of my problems down here, including this so called 'Paladin' guy who you say isn't a brain dead grox being lead to a slaughter."
The Interrogator's expression smiled cynically when expressing bemusing realization, "I never stated he was a genius." Yet I shrugged openly to smile fairly pleasant, "Better safe than sorry, or else the Emperor wouldn't bless me for such an opportunity. Guess I have my own ways to figure out whose useful down here in this grox piss smelling deck, or is there anything else you need me to be concerned about?" I leaned back already sorting out potential options ranging from Slithe, to the gangs and several other external shivs ready to be dropped.
Thankfully anymore information wouldn't be discovered given she gave myself a curt dismissal, "That's all I can dig up, Neophyte Eius. Do what you do best and once it's done, send word back to me so our Inquisitor won't be bothered once the coven assembles, understood?." This time I rolled both eyes absently giving a salute mimicked from the Kriegers, "Yes Commissar Willen, I hear you! I'll get my platter ready so I have matching eyeballs for Kern, I'll send them to you once it's taken care of, alright?"
Apparently that jibbing joke fell flat when she just retorted simply, "Don't die Marcos." And Skit's vox immediately ceased transmitting leaving myself alone to nearly scoff irritatingly. Can't even be happy you're getting what you wanted, can't just be somewhat grateful May? Throne, I'm seriously reconsidering whether you being a friend is even worth being the pain in my ass for cleaning up whatever you just dig up.
Casually walking to peer out between welded up slits I noticed inhabitants below doing their daily routines. Some were selling makeshift shanks, or trading what I'd allowed since dozens of heavily mutated humanoids started doing lines of powder in open view. Yet ironically despite witnessing auras of them all without issue, I picked upon several who were nervously looking up to the brothel as if keeping eyes on it. Looks like someone doesn't want me showing up on a surprise visit, maybe using this place's backdoor more often will do wonders. Good thing I have Slithe to get us both back to the lift without being spotted too obviously.
Apparently thinning out friends and lesser friends was going to be needed if I had any chance of establishing myself on this deck. And that meant showing off who had more firepower to keep these mutations from getting ideas. The Kriegers won't be enough considering they just don't have the numbers to gut them into pieces. So, I think a trip to the chapel above deck is needed and checking out if Alicia is supposedly my 'agent', throne Sigur you better pray you didn't lie your ass off, or else I'm liquefying your brain...Inquisitor, or not! Already another gang war in itself came boiling over just two days after the one I instigated cleaned up more obvious idiots, but the shiv's on hand were still out of sight.
"What do you think?" I glanced over seeing one head of a bird staring back blinking together, "Cause you and Skit are the only two I can talk too without going mad." The servo-skull remained hovering behind even as a creature's wings spread themselves once to flex out muscle, I absently started tracing gently along the feathers in favor of staring outside again. Alicia might enjoy culling out these abominations against humanity, but I'll need several volunteers who aren't apart of Kern's influence since they'll be torn on who to choose. Myself, or an Inquisitor who remains true to the Emperor's light despite putting his dick into that mutant...if they know which I doubt, so I'm wondering if that'll make things amusing.
Time laid itself out in my favor ironically, if only just enough to make this attempted rescue turn on it's own head. Oh well, I might as well ask for a favor. Stretching widely I nodded to a bird like creature's head, "Keep an eye out when we move, would ya? Someone's got to act like what they know they're doing!" I got an affectionate nip underneath my earlobe in return as it started ascending into shimmering mist due to receding into the Immaterium. I almost started to like this bird far more than Skit yet I refused deciding who help me more.
Yanking the blindfold back around I called over a shoulder, "You done yet girl?" Adjusting momentarily to fabric I just witnessed Slithe's head popping out smiling uneasily, "Yes, Marcos." I rolled both eyes openly despite gesturing leisurely, "Then's let's go top side. I lied since you are going with me above deck today, let Vera know and keep an eye on things down here. Anyone tries anything when we're gone, you and her let me know...later." I stated grinning to see her nod expectantly as I sensed excitement surging inside her mind psychically.
One day you'll find your place, girl. I chortled quietly while patting myself for a las-pistol and dagger accordingly in their own sheathes. But until that day, I hope you understand you're not guaranteed a chance until you've earned it. So time to go to work, it's going to a fun day. Whistling lightly I also pocketed the data-slate for further evidence in showcasing it to Alicia who'd better expect Sigur threw her to me quite literally. Either way, I couldn't wait until I saw this so called Paladin apprentice and had a chance to tear him apart for fecking with my divine judgment of a heretic serving her sentence for assisting daemonic forces.
"Throne!" I growled unbelievably in seeing a mutant girl unable to stop staring every where within the chapel's interior, "Stop gawking at everything that's shiny!" Slithe had been an unbelievable pain in my ass when we'd taken a lift up to where the chapel's location on another deck. She couldn't stop shaking either out of sheer excitement, glee and was utterly transfixed in finally leaving the hell of a home for three months. Honestly I tolerated enough but if she couldn't resist approaching an altar where mass conducted for the Emperor was conducted daily, I doubted she'd be able to walk out due to staining said chapel's interior for breathing.
Presently we both sat in an exact location several days ago I'd been initially, more so in witnessing scarce worshipers quietly praying to the Emperor's statue looming above us all. Yet I had Skit deliver a message to where the Sororita usually came out for mass itself. Slithe, do not fecking move or say anything unless I tell you too. My eyes stared ahead rigidly even when two presences behind came smoothly out overseeing an exchange, I literally didn't need to see hateful intentions in battling temptation to kill the girl. She had no idea her very presence was justified to be killed, or if her hands strayed anywhere to stain blessed grounds?
Anora's not among the two behind me, so that's not a good sign. Making an aquilla I lowered my head obediently as before awaiting patiently for someone to greet me once again. Emperor, I think I may have caused trouble by bringing you girl. But with eyes wandering below decks, I suppose you getting us to an entry point without being seen is worth this trouble. Feck, I may have asked for too much to see you walk out alive.
Movement from peripherals allowed my eyes to wander in seeing two more Sororita directly flanking us from one end of a row to it's other end exactly where we'd been sitting. They were neutrally evaluating based on what I witnessed, "Marcos?" The mutant whispered quietly trembling due to realizing we were being boxed in rather aggressively, I almost smiled serenely yet I psychically reached out playfully warning her in all honesty. Why are you shocked they want to kill you for being less than human Slithe, I mean you've seen my friends and do you think you're safe with me? This is where you learn and shut up, if you want to survive outside deck sixty nine.
Leaning back I kept my grin in place despite growing aggravated internally, "Do not speak, again." I warned her by mimicking a knife slitting my wrist as I did what I could to avoid snickering. They'll kill you with any excuse, which includes staining this chapel with your very breath. The very fact she was still breathing attested to an ongoing miracle, I prayed silently it'd keep itself enduring despite faith decreeing she'd been slain as an affront to humanity itself. But their enforced tolerance indicated either they, or Alicia knew something wasn't right.
Keeping my forehead lowered did someone finally mimic it to stay alive longer. She made an aquilla desperately to fervently pray lowly in broken low gothic due several eyes keenly deciding whether life, or death would be upheld. That's a good girl, appear innocent and listen. Was all I needed to say until I lifted myself to see a white robed Sororita step out from behind. And my suspicion turned out true when Sigur's word miraculously wasn't twisted, if Alicia sitting beside me spoke truly in being apart of a circle of friends I'd consider trustworthy.
"Open mass isn't for several more hours." The white cowl hiding her face unveiled itself as a condescending smile, "But if a holy son requires guidance, I cannot ignore it." I couldn't resist smiling widely finding that reassurance nearly unbelievable since I expected threats for bringing a mutant onto blessed grounds. Did you always know Sigur was an Inquisitor, Alicia? Or were you just as angry before what happened?
My newly minted agent as well as a trusted friend admitted slyly bemused, "Being humbled is often wise for those seeking their faith rekindled among of our Emperor's teachings, Neophyte." I glared dourly to retort back somewhat amazed, "Does everyone know about my advancement, or is everyone else just that good? Throne, it seems like it's being broadcast on open Vox for the Emperor's sake and I really hate it, Alicia!"
All I got were quiet chuckles despite being firmly reassured, "It only seems that way, Marcos. But trust me, it'll get better." Lazily glaring right into a gentle smile made me scowl, "I like you too much." Alicia's amused expression couldn't contain a fondness I immediately refused humoring, it almost made me have a hope, if only just enough. Yet that swept aside anything too seriously, "Stop looking at me like that! Throne, I swear I can't stay angry at you." This almost mirrored our previous interaction days ago before I found myself assisting a new superior who in all likelihood should have been killed exactly where she'd been sitting.
You may wear a mask to hide yourself, Marcos but you're only making my mind put at ease since you're here with a purpose. I heard those words internally to wryly grin, "Depends by purpose, I think you'll be interested as to what's happening below decks. Guess love of our Emperor and heresy go hand in hand with those claiming to say their loyal subjects..." I trailed off deliberately as Alicia's expression turned literally stilled leaving little to imagine. Anger began leaking off the unveiled woman almost naturally yet her discipline frigidly kept firm, if only barely just as intended.
Even from behind inhaling breathes sharply left little to imagine that the Sororita weren't too happily informed. Either Kern hadn't mentioned someone dipping into heretical unions, or they were ignorantly left in bliss intentionally to my assumption. Interrogator Willen dropped an interesting piece of information sometime ago, it actually made sense as to what happened recently on that deck I've been cleaning up. And since I have a sneaky gut feeling, Hadrian Kern is quite well known to everyone inside this chapel.
Alicia didn't react visibly yet I sensed a multitude of emotional responses ranging from caution to genuine disbelief due to myself knowing enough. Looking away to take in an entire chapel's cleaned interior did I smile brightly, "Did you know he and a mutant were together? Slithe over here, Emperor bless her faith until I discovered it." Fondly impressed since three months of being thrown into a hellish pit without any warning, or resolve meant she had instincts to survive, "Well she found out and got sentenced by Kern while his mutant girl smuggled those cannibals we saw months ago on-board, apparently they were influenced by corruption."
If I weren't a psyker then witnessing an aura fluctuate from a subtle red into nearly brightened crimson almost made me whistle concerned. Yet ironically Alicia remained impassive which wasn't natural considering I offered next, "Can I show you what I encountered?" I tapped my temple's side simply as she digested that suggestion until a subtle nod wordlessly gave permission. Even if I could technically order Alicia, I needed help genuinely not just from her but extending that hope onto the others who apparently were in on what was happening.
"Slithe." I spoke once making her low prayers quietened abruptly, "When I say show your faith, please show it to the Sister next to me." Taking one low breath I reached out to firmly yet steadily started projecting memories into Alicia's psyche who naturally cringed due to being connected. Daemonic influences aside to said person disturbed, she and I still felt uneasy considering of what had been done to me physically. However I trusted her enough to reveal what exactly occurred as I warned the woman once as well. Don't judge this mutant based on what you, or I know is the truth and see her as an exception which cannot be ignored.
Memories pertaining to my intentions were exchanged gradually as I patiently kept my head lowered in favor of appearances. It took only several minutes at most mainly due to being methodical, patient and allowing someone else fully viewing everything at their own pace. Do you see what I'm showing you, Alicia? Despite all odds, someone who damned themselves used one of Emperor's incorruptible faithful were sentenced by a heretic who consorted with daemons, a sibling supposedly and now rightfully enduring penance at their request of being redeemed. I coyly implied just in founding myself snickering since I had all rights to kill that woman, but I knew hopefully Alicia saw what the reasoning was for that vile heresy.
Continuing quietly since she hadn't made any intentions to interrupt, "And how could I ignore such a miracle? Even though a mutant isn't worthy of humanity's place to spread the Emperor's light against all those who stand against him." Gesturing mildly curious by pointing out to humor a possibility, "Now this presents Slithe who might rightfully earn herself as an exception. She got myself off that deck without eyes noticing, so it's start but if she has a right to repent herself of mutations, then her faith must be continuously tested and be useful to those who've turned away...human, or mostly I intend to reward faith if I can."
Memories of moving down that alleyway leading up to the point where I discovered faith inside that hellish place came forward. The white clothed Sororita stiffened as a grin slipped giving an earnest picture of what I found to be suitable sentencing, "If you think I'm lying to save her skin? Ask her, if she still wears what I saw and I can confirm I'm not pitying a lesser mutation. But if their faith cannot be rewarded for those who hear their prayers, I'd be disobeying the Emperor's command to bring those into his servitude." Around us I noticed the Immaterium shimmering strangely enough, I blinked underneath clothe to see it faded normally after several moments. It certainly stood out when Alicia shifted beside me momentarily.
"Mutants are an affront to the Emperor, his light and humanity's holy image." She stated reciting her order's unflinching stance as I nodded expectantly, "They stain wherever they walk, they cannot be trusted and cannot be shown mercy for existing to twist the flesh is twisted in soul." Her gaze frostily narrowed upon a mutation who bit their lip while looking down as every world dug rightfully for being truth. I wasn't surprised since most human mutations weren't trustworthy, they were deceitful two faced grox piss creatures and most outright loved to kill anyone who'd exposed their third rib when I used to deal with them occasionally.
And before you ask me, why have I stained this chapel's holy grounds? I smirked when said woman narrowed eyes gradually for that technical heresy which warranted an explanation, "Slithe." I looked over lightly nudging her arm to see almost human eyes look to the Sororita who sucked in a breath trying to avoid killing the girl, "Show her your faith. Show Sister Alicia you're willing to die for the Emperor, for me and earn that right to be an exception as you showed me on that day I found you praying for an answer."
The girl with trembling fingers pulled out a crude yet clearly hand crafted aquilla speaking only three words without fear, "The Emperor...protects." Those words were convictions when she saw me smile to draw strength in matching Alicia's natural disgust. Neither mutant, or Sister refused glaring and staring determined for several moments. It took courage on Slithe's part to stare down someone capable to purify them with flames of a weapon blessed, but it also could have damned her to die by anyone who had all justification.
I'm sure I can find other's worthy of the Emperor's faith, Alicia but this is the first test I've been tasked to accomplish. Finding purpose and use among those who should be burned alive for simply staining humanity yet I don't have a luxury of ignoring exceptions. Tartarus would eventually come calling, or check up on what I had gotten done since being allowed in running a deck. The sooner I found decent friends who'd die without question, or earned their chance to get out of that grox shit stank holes then I'd have a bit more leeway. And where was the fun in not seeing a mutant actually do some use for themselves?
"You're asking myself and my sisters to ignore this filth who pollutes the chapel you shed blood, tears and purity to uphold?" I heard the incredulous disbelief in every word unable to humor why I almost damned myself. Didn't you say as a holy pilgrim is a sacred right? Therefore I must journey to find faith's rewards, I cannot ignore duty as apart of Ordos Malleus and why cannot a mutant whose willing to redeem themselves in both body, soul and faith be tested to be worthy of absolution? I psychically recounted from studies they'd given me months ago, if blessing items and learning more of the Imperial Creed was an indication. Absolution could be earned, if only just after selfless sacrifice and unwavering dedication to remain true to the faith itself.
Leaning back I quoted a passage of what they had told me to study. Words were projected strictly and unwavering as Alicia closed her own eyes due to the strength I found in them. When the people forget their duty, they are no longer human and become something less than beasts. They have no place in the bosom of humanity, nor in the heart of the Emperor. Even if I found no love in their meaning, I loved that they were given to me by those who I daringly wish to call friend. Let them die and be forever forgotten.
Again the Immaterium within this chapel shimmered making me frown internally since I blinked again seeing it dissipate. Chancing a glance away I watched my avian creature reappear above to perch itself upon golden wings of over-hanging aquilla. But I spoke questioningly to ask for an answer, "Is that heresy for upholding my sacred duty as both pilgrim and apprentice to safeguard the Emperor's Holy Imperium?" They were questions reaffirming faith's decree in acknowledging those who were indeed true faithful would protect others, themselves and slay the enemies who dared to renounce the Emperor's divinity.
The Sororita silently pondered what I stated which wasn't heresy, nor commanding herself to ignore Slithe's presence. I simply inquired if it was holiness which dictated action to reaffirm faith held rewards for unwavering conviction, dedication and strength standing to face the Empeor's foes who'd damn us all. I need your help, Sister Alicia. I truthfully admitted making her raise an eyebrow interestingly enough as I formally requested what I'd hope existed.
Taking one large breath of air did I begin steadily, "In the name of the Emperor, I'm asking the Adepta Sororita of the Order of the Bloody Rose for aid. To assist me in slaying, or detaining a heretical apprentice of Hadrian Kern who intends to smuggle and break a sentencing for one who consorted with Chaos, to be possessed by daemonic forces and conspire to have a child to pervert the image of humanity's holy purify." I ceased by exhaling to see her staring suspiciously due to a wry grin refusing to die away. It didn't take long before I picked up on thoughts which followed by a stern grip from one hand pinching the bridge of her nose.
Marcos, who are you trying to fool? The grin exposed teeth when I shrugged mainly out of resignation since she'd caught on to my act. You're asking for permission for us to accompany you, Holy Father help you child. But for his mercy alone, dare I ask why you're not simply ordering myself as an agent of the Inquisition? The woman's expression seemed exasperated yet an obvious wry smile wormed itself past frigid discipline due to my honesty. It wasn't entirely easy for myself, I almost sold a white lie yet failed at the last moment.
"You knew Sigur when he was with us, throne so I'd rather not treat someone like grox shit and would you be any wiser to pretending to humor him?" Alicia abruptly snorted trying to conceal poorly concealed chortling of agreement since it was technically respectful. You know how he acts, I mean I'd rather not ruin the trust I have with you personally. Inquisitor aside of course, but I'm not even remotely close to have that kind of pull to get someone helping me willingly.
After several moments of controlling laughter did she respond modestly impressed, "Your lessons of etiquette have blessed you, boy. Yet you don't need to lie, if you need assistance since the heresy alone is enough for myself to respond too." I stared even with a blind fond with an entirely flat expression to signal my internal temptation to prove that wrong. One of Kern's apprentices is coming though Alicia, Slithe witnessed him and her ex-sibling fecking for Emperor's sake! And to keep anyone knowing of the heresy itself, she got smuggled onto that deck with Augustus's agent who kept her trapped in an endless place filled with cannibals mutants that had their way with her, or from what she's told me personally earlier.
An almost less than sympathetic retort came understandably neutral, "Mutants deserve less than being considered useful, Marcos." I raised both hands placating said beliefs as I agreed without a doubt, I found mutants more likely to kill you with your back turned often. Who do you think you're talking too? As much as I'm used to them, they'll kill you and use your corpse for food, or wear skin like it's clothing. But you damn well know, if Slithe is even remotely useful and capable Alicia, she can be redeemed after it can be earned.
The white haired sister hardly looked convinced, or remotely eager to entertain a mutant being offered redemption in any given future. You and I both agree, mutants are a stain upon the Emperor's divinity for humanity being underneath his faith. Yet Slithe isn't beyond human, if anything she's close enough to where it can be observed and eventually determined. I intend to dangle a way out for her to be useful, to have purpose and she prayed everyday begging our Emperor to save her. And I answered those prayers as a holy son whose going to reward faith...if she proves herself worthy for someone to make her more human.
Again the less than pleased Sororita disdainfully looked towards a girl who meekly lowered her own gaze, "It's possible for one to retain humanity, if they know where one has skills to become an image of our holy father. Redemption is rarely granted, or undertaken but from your testimony of her previous fate I can humor what your intentions are for this vile subhuman, Marcos." I brightly smiled to maker her expression sour immensely since it was close as I'd get, so it certainly proved worthwhile in avoiding temptation again.
Besides Alicia, if this mutant actually does manage to survive being useful to me, Tartarus and the Emperor? I slyly hinted to shrug visibly in entertaining successful servitude, "Then maybe there's more to be found in places where faith isn't meant to be upheld. But are you willing to help me?" I then questioned curiously enough sitting expectantly as crimson coloration faded into neutral gray which puzzled me surprisingly. I expected willingness yet this cautious attitude got my instincts flaring in audible warnings.
She didn't answer save for gesturing towards her head subtly did I catch that hint all too easily. What's wrong? I psychically questioned sternly unnerved to see a passive expression revealing little as I got a revelation startling myself. This apprentice of Kern, Marcos has already absconded with several others since he's well known to Theresa and... I sucked in a breath to utter one name I wished I hadn't picked up on in her psyche, "Anora." I finished groaning aloud to exhale tiredly, "Emperor help me! She's going to kill everyone down there, right?"
My fist curled tightly cracking knuckles open which drew attention from both mutant and Sororita immediately. Somehow I doubted Tartarus wouldn't have been aware, if anything Willen's admission indicated that our Inquisitor would allow this move willingly. I'm being tested, aren't I? I looked back to the white haired woman who grimaced despite a psychic aura indicating conflicted honesty, "The lecher may have been a perverse man, Marcos but he warned me in advance before you came if such a time came between upholding duty over faith...we'd regret choosing either." I had an urge to snarl and kick a damned bench out of sheer frustration in being fecked with again.
Never did I ever humor a possibility Alicia, or any of these Sororita wouldn't assist me out of sincerity. Yet some of their own had willingly gone with another because it'd been demanded, or rather due to Kern's influence among them. They're not trusted by Tartarus apparently, if anything they're expendable fodder since some of them see a chance to gain something. Something that I'm not seeing because I don't know their story in how they ended up here, I'm a fecking idiot for thinking otherwise and it's biting me in the damned ass again. I didn't think for one moment twenty, or thirty Kriegers could get through power armor blessed with just las-guns, I knew enough where they'd been torn apart despite dying wordlessly.
"Can I talk to Sister Theresa? To ask if she's willing to call them back?" I requested plainly trying to ward off aggravations as Alicia winced signaling potential danger, "I wouldn't recommend requesting an audience with the Sister Superior, Marcos. She's...torn on whether to slay you, or let this situation be handled by the Emperor's mercy for upholding her duty." Those were partial lies much to my grin as I retorted quickly enough to tempt fate again.
"Theresa wants to kill me?" I prompted curiously enough to have the white clothed woman shake her head, "No, not exactly. It's complicated Marcos since you did things, even if we didn't have our suspicions that cannot be overlooked as a witch. I didn't mince words when I called you a holy son, I dare say it'll take time for some of us to...harbor hope for your success." She revealed mainly to avoid lies as I'd have been able to rip that information straight out of any psyche. Yet it didn't answer what I wanted in the first place.
Can you please inform her, I'd like an audience discussing potential of her contingent being on the wrong end of a shiv? I psychically stated more firmly to stare deliberately ahead where I made an aquilla out of sheer resignation. Slithe will stay inside the chapel for now, I don't need an excuse for someone to cut her down, Alicia. Make it happen, please. The veiled Sororita gently raised a hand to press it against my face's side conveying support and caution jointly. Sooner I found out who'd make that deck their grave, sooner I could avoid any of those from being killed by assisting heresy in the name of faith.
Standing up while gesturing behind us she did me a small favor, "Wait here, patiently and I'll have one of them escort you down." Departing quickly did I remain staring ahead absently reciting prayers to the Emperor's grace and seeking strength for committing potential sins in his name. This wasn't going as planned, or would be easy to get past. Anora would be among those slaughtering to clear a path for Kern's apprentice to rescue a heretic, I wouldn't hesitate in killing her outright since I owed that favor twice over apparently.
But if there were others that weren't aware of they'd been pulled into? I'd do them favors for having them live another day, if I knew who they were exactly. Yet I didn't want them involved against rightful purpose but ironically, I tempted fate by coming to the one place I'd always be welcomed. If only at the cost of being at peace, so either I failed in maintaining Tartarus's power grab with May's position as an Interrogator handing over information to get the final nail in Kern's coffin established, or I failed trying to have hope I could trust in others. And the choice was clearer than even a daemon gouging out eyes I once used.
I guess when someone tries to slit your throat when you're unconscious, somehow it comes around to return that favor. I nearly cackled finding some sort of divine justice in taking down someone who dug their grave. Anora would die, if she dared to show her face for trying to kill me. But if I could avoid no one else in their contingent, I'd happily make the concession of meeting the Sister Superior for future favors. Better deal with loose ends now, or risk getting fecked over later down the line. Sometimes you can't get that shiv needed to avoid an old friend, oh well, if that time comes then I'll do what needs to be done for the Emperor.
However I did want to avoid any potential eavesdropping when I noticed Skit hovering overhead, "Private meeting, Inquisitor." I mouthed before calling up lightly, "Skit, do me a solid favor and watch Slithe here with that good old eye of yours until I get back. Confirm order, please." The servo-skull complied miraculously enough as I expected him to outright refuse to adhere to that command, "Acknowledged Neophyte, observation of present mutation noted and hereby under scrutiny until further order required."
Shaking my head mildly impressed I whispered over to the said mutant girl who looked extremely uneasy, "Don't speak to anyone, or you'll be killed most likely. Just sit here until I get back, it won't take too long." Another meek nod silently obeyed an unspoken danger, if I had any chance to see this potential use go to waste? Then either Sororita garbed in gray, or darker clothing wouldn't hesitate to purify this chapel's interior immediately. I really don't want to clean her blood off the floor, it's a fecking pain in the ass to polish afterward and scrubbing these floors isn't exactly comforting for my back for Emperor's sake.
As annoying as I had to humor any mutant, if didn't verbally say that within earshot of those Sororita behind us? Slithe was good as dead, rightfully or not. Yet I looked over smiling brightly waving partially towards two gray veiled sisters whose indifference made it easier, "I told Slithe if she tries to speak, or move she'd learn not to do it again. Is it alright if she sits here until I get back, I'd rather not press my luck anymore." Neither replied save for one only nodding slightly in return as I nodded back gratefully since neither hid their intentions to slay the sub-human stain breathing air that was purified within blessed grounds.
Lamenting silently for simply looking out for my own neck deserved every bit of resignation I'd come across for doing this madness. Maybe I can work out a little deal, or favor for Theresa since I really don't want to make this mess even more personal. Feck me, I should have let Willen die at this rate if I'm getting all these grox pissing headaches. Absently making another aquilla gesture of sheer reflex, I looked towards the Emperor's stature looming over a pedestal where sermons were conducted for open mass daily. I wasn't going to get any answers from the Emperor, if my record of asking and praying to find signs were any indication sadly.
Chaos's corruption, it's not just all about daemons and those renouncing our Emperor. I smiled somewhat sardonically since it seemingly dug in deeper among those for any possible avenue to ensnare their souls. Sabethiel's apparently got through into her psyche, or maybe it happened because I lied saying I wanted to help them. I only wanted to fight, to get back at Tartarus and getting thrown around only made me want to get even with these daemonic feckers. Never liked backing down from someone smug, it'd make gutting them open almost worth it. And being apart of the Inquisition only gave me opportunity to drop some shivs for fun all too naturally.
Either way, Anora had been corrupted given her attempt to kill me when I'd been unconscious left little respite for mistakes. She'd seen what I'd been cursed, or damned and it had given what she wanted to kill me out of either mercy, or rightful cause for deceiving them all. Yet I did what I had needed to do in order for surviving another day. And whether she was rightfully justified, I wasn't going to die until I achieved what I'd damn well deserve. Ironically I only held pity when that time came, it'd be no mercy and hopefully Theresa would accept I'd try to avoid others who I held no personal grievance for trying to slit my neck open.
Forgive me, God Emperor but I must confess my sin in using what your enemies have given me as a means to an end. I hate humans, I hate them only because I wasn't given a chance and therefore I give none in return, or else Chaos shall spread further due to my actions. I prayed steadily to lower myself onto knees as an aquilla gesture returned faithfully assured. The lines of duty and faith were close as I realized cynically due to gleeful satisfaction in providing service as a reward rightfully earned. Yet those rewards weren't for myself, or satisfying personal interest since they'd be earned by those who'd be able to reap both soundly.
Among those who'd be tested to endure trials before the Emperor's divinity, Slithe and those like herself would be judged accordingly. If they endured to die for humanity, I wouldn't hesitate to provide their rewards out of faith and if they perished, it wasn't much of a loss save for being remembered to die in our service to the Emperor. Engel taught me that at least, if death claimed those in war then we were absolved of sin to be judged before the Golden Throne itself. Sacrifice was only apart of duty, it'd be expected and therefore accepted when those sacrifices amounted for faith to endure despite Chaos seeking out eternal damnation.
I never felt a hand gently place itself upon my shoulder, "You've been summoned, Marcos." One of the veiled sisters quietly spoke up recognizing I'd been in a state of prayer. Smirking after completing confession I got up rolling both shoulders. Let's get this over with, I don't have all day it seems before getting even against my would be murderer. Nodding once towards a mutant who nervously returned said gesture, I'd make it clear if she wanted to survive then sitting in place guaranteed it. And if she couldn't keep her mouth shut, I'd have to accept the Emperor's will in not seeing an ab-human be worthy of his worshipers.
The sanctum inner doorway opened as one gray veiled sister remained behind vigilantly observing any sign to wipe out mutant filth as another guided me forward. Along walls torches small in shape were lit illuminating tanned granite like steps spiraling inward and deeper below deck. That's new, I think this is a long overdue meeting apparently and knowing Alicia? She probably convinced them all not outright try to kill me, or simply accept this will be our last conversation face to face. They can't ignore me in being a psyker whose been touched by daemonic forces, even if they understand I banished the Emperor foes which can be commendable.
The warp around myself shimmered when an unseen avian creature in between behind guardedly rigid. Mainly due to the neutral aura Sororita clad in gray, I grinned due to sensing a mix of anxiety and regret within her exposed mind. I guess not all of them view me as damned, but it doesn't matter when it's technically true. I'm cursed by a daemon, I'm damned because I was touched by Chaos's corruption and while I resisted it...I can't be trusted to survive. Lessons which I'd keenly studied out clearly when it came down to any doubt, or hesitation it'd be disposed by holy flames of purification. Being burnt alive to purifying the stained soul, to purify human flesh absolved of sin and wicked taint of Chaos's presence.
And I walked right into those who shared all those views entirely. But I trusted Alicia enough to where I'd risk my own skin yet again. If only to meet, talk and end any future assumptions I'd willingly turn to Chaos but even that wasn't entirely promised. Daemonic influences find ways to get inside what makes us and our souls, pure to twist everything into what they desire. How can anyone withstand that without making a single mistake, Emperor knows and I doubt I'll understand until I face damnation once again.
It became apparent that I would have to question Tartarus on daemonic methods as how one could slay them more efficiently. There's always a better way to stick anyone, so daemons wouldn't be any different and only Willen, or herself know better. Ironically even if I loathed my Interrogator and Inquisitor for various reasons, they'd have more knowledge as opposed to those when came right into a place where I'd studied lessons from those I considered teachers and friend. Either this bridged what distrust had been rightfully in place, or it'd be a long time before I ever set foot inside the sanctum without being shot.
Eyeing scratched, or dented up portions of power armor which were still laid out perfectly greeted my wandering gaze. Even through the warp itself, I saw residue of holy incantations making them appear subtly glowing yet it was incredibly faint. Adjacent to where I stood patiently were quarters with various sisters kneeling in silent prayer as always, dutifully and disturbing them wouldn't have been worth tempting their wrath. And here's the problem, I should be dead for bringing a mutant into the chapel. But unlike beforehand three stood jointly leaving my throat clenched tightly due to their emotional intentions.
Alicia stood furthest towards the right cautiously eyeing her fellow sisterhood brethren that radiated less than friendly intentions. I recognized another mainly due to the fact she'd performed opening sermons and funnily enough? Katherine was their voice who conveyed what they'd decided upon days ago. Yet between them was a scarred sister-superior whose internal turmoil openly weighed in purifying my corrupted flesh, or to be done with needed to be addressed. Thankfully it seemed the white veiled Sororita managed at least allow one last civil conversation, if anything I hoped I'd be able to walk away alive.
Regardless I stopped to lower my head partially amused, "It's good to see you on two feet again, Sister Theresa." Grinning impishly managed to draw irritation since I wasn't trying to instigate them, "But I had to talk to you all." Behind them all a shimmering presence of a protective bird remained in place perched, though I wasn't worried mainly due to Alicia smiling quietly to herself. Even after all this time hiding, lying and ultimately keeping myself hidden I'd finally dropped the facade to trust them. I wouldn't be playing, or lying to them until I left the sanctum to do what needed to be done.
"Your foolishness will be your death one day, boy." The scarred woman rasped out ideally indifferent yet seemingly her thoughts kept searching for something I didn't understand entirely. I'm here for to you stop anyone who has, or rather those who went with an apprentice of Hadrian Kern, whose been implemented of heresy due to a mutant seeking to have a child with him personally. And being a daemonic host for Chaos to spread itself on that deck. My words weren't gently stated even psychically which made her gaze hardened immediately due to sheer conviction alone. Whether her ignorance kept the Sororita from knowing genuinely, it didn't change a fact they were aiding someone directly linked to heresy itself.
Still I did remark verbally, "And whether my death comes because I care for friends, Theresa?" I knelt down onto a knee cheekily vowing, "But it's not today. I'm just here to hope whatever happens on that deck, I trust you won't take personally and not mislead you into a dispute of heresy." My face remained staring at the ceramic floor as eyes opened marginally to relieve themselves. If I dared staring with even a blind fold wrapped, I'd be unintentionally risking my own neck being cut open if anyone caught glimpses of cursed flesh undoubtedly.
If anyone dares to impede a holy sentencing of one tried and convicted heretic, I'll be forced to preserve it by the Emperor's authority as an agent of the Inquisition. I stated psychically in trying to keep every word plainly stated as the sister superior looked towards my own entrusted individual. Alicia nodded simply in conjunction since I'd spoken into her psyche as well, "As I stated, I'm here to make peace and only ask for assistance, if it'd been possible. Although I'll make it clear when I have to drop a shiv for those trying to save a heretic, I will kill them with but a thought and if I must, I'll do whatever it takes to maintain this judgment."
The implication alone in killing those who'd assisted Kern out of either duty, or genuine belief weren't going to be spared. I didn't have anything besides myself to put them down, I doubted lasguns alone could penetrate power armor blessed by incantations of the Emperor's protections and even if I believed in the Kriegers? They weren't going to be able to get through one yet alone two, or three without suffering fatalities. And they were lives I couldn't needlessly through away, I owed Engel that much in using those of his kin to do work in the Emperor's name. But I owed these Sororita just as importantly in that same respect.
"Are you threatening maidens and those of the sisterhood underneath the Order of the Bloody Rose to my face, witch?" Theresa hissed that last word resolutely even if I saw bitterness inside those thoughts. I smirked literally devious in replying psychically with but one response, a series of words that sent her anger surging. I'm promising you, I'll kill anyone who tried to kill me. Staring without fear proved nearly daunting when the woman sneered visibly at first, if only witnessing Alicia cover her fond smile concealing approval.
I repeated that promise far more slowly as a scarred woman blinked several times at first due to myself grinning. I'll kill anyone who tried to kill me, I don't allow Chaos's corruption to spread further when I'm expected to die. Making an aquilla I lowered myself whispering a prayer to the Imperium's guardian and eternal ruler, "For I pray to the holy father of mankind who gazes afar, here do we stand unwavering and unflinching in slaying those who turn away from his divinity. For the Emperor protects!"
Those words alone hardly dispelled an ever growing fury that seemingly boiled over due to an aura turning a darkening crimson. Either I would be forced to defend myself, or she'd have to accept that Kern's apprentice whose faith alone deceived them all into damnation. But whether Theresa would accept a cost for those who weren't aware of the dangers, I'd be allowed to kill the one who almost slew me after banishing a daemon entirely. Do you hate me for speaking the truth? I questioned despite my forehead angled downward providing no intentional desire to instigate, or provoke anyone into committing a treasonous act of striking an Inquisitorial apprentice.
"What can you offer to us as both a measure of faith to the Holy Father and those who inspire holiness for duty?" Theresa's voice hardened impeccably to a point where it concealed curiosity, if not suspicion as I felt it all within her psyche. I didn't hesitate to smile seemingly bemused yet resolve filled my earnest response. What is it you seek, sister-superior? Name it, and I'll do all I can to have Tartarus answer for the price I'll pay to see that you all...live. I rigidly kept myself still when the woman turned towards a white garbed individual who never once dropped a fond expectation being constantly satisfied.
Peering into Alicia's mind garnered enough of myself to play along with what she'd dangle to her fellow sisterhood. Apparently the Inquisitor held something of their Order on this vessel, or something along those possibilities given I couldn't get a clear picture. If you think it's impossible, I survived Mastoria and endured against what happened in the city that was damned nearly into the Immaterium by daemonic foes. Haven't I earned just a chance to prove I can do what needs to done, I don't let favors go for friends I trust. There wasn't any need to lie, or misplace what I intended to do for them if they looked the other way against someone who I'd end personally. Even they called me witch, or mutant yet I'd never slit their throats after banishing one of the Emperor's foes whose presence sent them to their knees.
"Why must you be difficult to us, stupid boy!" I heard the woman rasp out exhaling sharply to fold hands together while internally seeking guidance for our god, "You seek an answer for whether faith alone can provide rewards for those who are nothing. I don't know whether I should call you a holy pilgrim, or a deceiving heathen who dares question faith itself. Yet as a child?" She paused momentarily to smile bitterly impressed much to a cheeky grin I revealed, "I suppose your journey of becoming closer is what the true reward for those who guide faithful to their calling upon the Emperor's love alone."
She abruptly walked closer coming to loom overhead piercing myself with either a glare, or reluctance to admit something else. I never flinched when fingers brushed against the blind fold, if anything I did warn her psychically in an event it'd get pulled off. Don't try to see what I have for eyes, I can say you'll kill me all too happily. Chortling under breath since Theresa took only a moment to openly agree bemused, "Perhaps, boy. It'd do these grounds a service for cleansing a witch, even if you're one whose actions cannot be overlooked."
I reminded the scarred woman a little too happily, "I cleaned the chapel daily, so it'd get dirty if my flesh got burned into ash." She hummed in agreement before stepping back deliberating internally, I never once looked up until I heard her say, "You're a strange boy, Marcos. On one hand you act as if nothing is worth preserving, for you mock and lie to those you claim to trust. And yet you never once strayed away from the Emperor's light, if not of word but action to safeguard those who'd given themselves to daemonic influences on whims alone. But you chose to be a holy pilgrim seeking answers no child should dare themselves to fear."
Perhaps living on my home-world left little to imagine since the Emperor's faith would have gotten me killed. I loathed people, I hated humans because I survived everyday and therefore trying to trust those I'd look out for was ironically easier. Alicia understood why I couldn't pretend to humor hope, it'd never existed and here I knelt before people who should have killed me. I was an unbounded psyker apparently, by their beliefs I was incredibly dangerous and I'd battled daemons who nearly tore my mind into pieces in further risking damnation. I'd conversed with Xenos in an attempt to uphold the Emperor's grace in safeguarding worlds from falling into Chaos's grip, so by all accounts I was a heretic damned with eyes rewarding my madness.
And as such why did I fear being damned by them without earning it? Maybe they're right, I'm just a kid playing with shivs hoping to skim the next lucky idiot. Still they were people I somewhat trusted in order to at least get them what they wanted, I'd pay Tartarus a visit once this so called Paladin and whoever followed him would meet their ends. If several happened to be ignorant of what they were attempting, I'd spare them if only just keeping my promise in taking out someone who was already being gradually corrupted. Being killed while unconscious needed a favor in itself to be returned to someone who exposed their hand.
"I cannot condone what you are seeking of us, I cannot give what you wanted." Theresa coldly stated to remain in place yet I sensed an almost bitter loathing, "But duty and faith go hand in hand with must be done, Neophyte regardless of your actions. Therefore I ask you remove yourself from this sanctum until you uphold your vow to us, if what we seek is through you then I pray for your success since you have earned conviction in keeping your word." They'd withhold in sending anyone else when Kern's supposed apprentice made his move, or else I'd be facing most who'd journey onto that deck given their faithful dedication to the Emperor's servants.
Do you know who tried to kill me? I sent a question curiously enough to verify that this woman understood someone wasn't going to return. If I see any sign of Chaos within, I won't hesitate to send them to the Emperor's side in order to be judged. The sister-superior leveled an impassive gaze to barely nod in accordance since suspicions were raised previously. Alicia no doubt spoke of her fellow Sororita, I didn't know what had happened before they'd gotten to the city's center in dealing with a daemon capable to send millions to their deaths. But whatever happened gave me justification to get back in full.
"I'd apologize if this wasn't awkward, but I can't humor pity for those who believe a heretic's words." I chuckled lightly while standing upright to walk back out. Anora was going to die since either she believed that bitch of a daemon, or maybe fell on Mastoria itself. Or maybe she just caught my eye, I fecking wish I ripped that Masque's head off it's damned off. But at least none of them are going down there once blood starts flowing, I don't need anymore power armor and blessed bolters cutting through most of the mutants before any Krieger takes his shot. Throne, I should have expected this mess wouldn't end at just Willen's survival.
Turning away I almost missed a flicker of hesitation within the sister-superior's aura as coloration increased relatively quick. It went from crimson towards a neutral yellowish due to her calling out quietly, "Marcos." I'd only taken three steps away yet went still obediently mainly from months of learning of the Imperial Creed, "Holiness is not of words, but of actions in these dark days. Perhaps the days grow darker yet this is what is needed, more than ever and as much as you lie to us...I do have reservations for what you sacrificed."
Her voice had been tightening to such a degree, I couldn't mistake regret in knowing she'd believed my entire facade. The one who lies is speaking truth, but those who speak truth often lie in plain sight. I smiled plainly in response but refused to say a word verbally. She glanced over towards an exposed corridor leading to where they'd rested in meager bed, but within their rooms small containers were allowed mainly for personal trinkets. Or so what I imagined, if anything I found myself frowning when Theresa gestured firmly towards another.
"However I cannot ignore such a sacred right for one to undergo a pilgrimage in order to grower closer to the faith." I nearly whistled out from shock alone since she sounded genuinely willing to support the question I had asked Alicia. Can faith alone give someone something who comes from nothing? Those words rang hollowed despite everything less in signaling I'd be constantly scrutinized, but it was not about questioning the Emperor's divinity. And ironically the Sororita weren't above in guiding those seeking themselves spiritually.
Two robed women who were still Novicates given they kept their heads lowered obediently and ever silent since they were praying moments ago. In between them was a container of sorts were an ingrained sigil of golden red metal of the Adepta Sororita and their order were beautifully infused upon a lock, I could literally see through a calm Immaterium of slithering tendrils of golden light simmering off in-numerous incantations, blessings and it wouldn't break easily. I had no idea how many incantations were uttered, to be rigorously blessed and other such rituals meant for holy protections to make such grounds purified. And I wasn't anywhere close to attempt such protections mainly because I didn't understand them.
Lightly opening said container upwards revealed something I couldn't entirely make out, "What is it?" I asked naturally intrigued as her hand hovered over what appeared to be a bundle. The woman murmured quietly in rapid memorized recitation of half a dozen prayers, or sermons from the Imperial Creed with a hand hovering over it. Immediately it glowered gradually into a warmth as she finally turned after completing what amounted to a personal hope. Theresa had blessed whatever object for protections against those who'd seek myself dead.
"Years ago before you were ever probably born, Marcos." The stern elder woman stated more factually amused than insulting, "I'd been aboard another vessel towards a world which had fallen to darker sin and heresies beyond counting. This was in possession of someone who wanted another to uphold a sacred right in undergoing a pilgrimage for all wandering faithful seeking out the Emperor's light, love and teachings of his Holy Imperium. In those times I admit I wasn't as steadfast, I was far more rasher and more rightfully in-tune with cleansing our holy father's enemies with bolter in hand to do his work."
Despite not being as old to have grayer hair I still imagined she'd seen enough, "The Imperium is vast, boy and wherever you go you'll encounter those who have tasks of holiness equally and if not, just as much as those who give all in his name." Unwrapping the bundle I blinked naturally regardless of being behind clothe as something large enough to encompass my entire face greeted an internal curiosity. It looked like a Krieger mask ironically enough, but it didn't seem to have any sort of re-breather or angled jawline to dip below one's chin. The piece of metal looked more akin to someone's carefully molded face set in a stern yet proud defiance.
Theresa gently stroked facial plates as if lost in memory momentarily, "I confessed to a sin years ago, child and I repented immensely for nearly breaking vows of this sacred sisterhood. Whether we damn ourselves out of love, or loyalty matters not when our actions dictate where words feebly endure against the enemies of mankind." I sharply looked up at the woman whose aura outline shimmered into a mournful bluish green coloration. She'd said one word specifically which little for myself to not notice at all, the sister-superior knew about Anora being tainted by Chaos and about Kern's perverted union.
"Did you know there are other Saints of the Imperium who have arisen by the God Emperor in darkened hours and on far flung corners of this galaxy, Marcos?" She asked me halfheartedly knowing I didn't know anyone outside of beyond their founding Saints especially pertaining to Saint Mina specifically. But I did manage to reply psychically due to numbness making it's way up from my spinal cord and settling to have each foot rooted in place. The Emperor actually raises Saints, but I thought the only ones I've known were alive and founded each of your order after the Age of Apostasy had been ended.
The woman turned partially offering a less than smug clarification, "You were taught what should have been known, Neophyte Eius. But this piece is from another who served underneath a saint's holy ascension which was just as well known, to be both loved by those of our faith and hated by the enemies of mankind." Dipping underneath interior clothing revealed wiring and adjustment straps which would seal themselves accordingly. She firmly without speaking in beckoning me forward to kneel between herself, a smiling Alicia and various others who stood by quietly observing every detail intently.
Inhaling sharply did I immediately acquiesce in adhering to a teacher I earnestly found willing to explain questions I'd had about the faith. It certainly had been an interesting opportunity, I wanted to know more and Theresa was as close as anyone with being apart of the Ministortum, or Ecclesiarchy itself. And despite all odds, I managed to purify weaponry to be blessed whenever daemonic foes were to appear. However that was as far as I'd get with them, or else they'd kill me for trying to learn their Order's rituals if I progressed. So they'd give one final gift just to keep myself away from them due to this very situation.
Nodding simply towards one who I'd been entrusted to use did Alicia lightly place fingers underneath the blind fold itself, "Keep your eyes closed." I smiled lightly in cheekily retorting, "What if I don't?" My eyes remained tightly shut when clothe slipped off yet I could see them all due to the Immaterium itself being naturally calm. Outlines shined brightly when the elder woman lightly placed an over-sized mask onto my face, if only adjusting straps and hearing air escaping due to flesh being pull into some sort of soft edge.
"This mask once belonged to a man who'd been apart of the Maccabian Janissaries." Light filled an interior leaving myself coughing due to dust lingering within. Naturally I blinked rapidly in putting off blotches of spots seeing everyone without using psychic will, if only a bit brighter than normally seen through human vision. Regardless I traced metal cheeks which were nearly halfway past a jaw and touching an ear. It managed to remain tightly in place, if only just awkwardly sealed leaving little room to adjust it. However I soon felt air being pushed through a mouth piece in what appeared to be a smaller yet internally designed re-breather system akin to the Kriegers.
From behind my clothing's hood came adjusted accordingly by Alicia's careful hands until backing away proudly satisfied. How do I look? I questioned humorously towards an entrusted agent of mine whose thoughts openly proclaimed fondly. You look like what a pilgrim should do when seeking answers to be closer to our Faith, Marcos. Cherish this gift as long as you hold firm to the Emperor, then it shall never fail you in your darkest of days. It is not often we freely give anything to those outside our order, unless we deem it worthy of holiness itself.
When I spoke verbally it sounded synthesized but crackled lightly of static, "Whose face is it?" The answer definitely surprised me considering I knew little of who this death mask had been molded after entirely, "Saint Drusus. He fell upon a world which had been nothing, the Emperor answered his prayers and he arose to lead a world to become the very heart of a sector long since convicted to never waiver regardless of dark times become. You shall endure what it required of faith to bright guide those who stumble in the darkness, Marcos and whether you accept it, or not?" Theresa pointed out to faintly acknowledge a grudging yet stern expectation I'd stand by devotedly.
"You will journey upon roads in which that you'll safeguard those who are unable to resist, or fight our enemies and I pray you endure." I snorted quietly in response mainly due I'd walking in places where faith never existed. Deck sixty nine was only, if I were admitting kindly only the very beginning of other places and locations to remind me of home itself. But if they really think I'll be that good of a person, I hope the Emperor grants them his mercy. It's still kind of them to say there's a chance I'll be allowed back, if I don't die or fail in getting Tartarus's attention about something they want apparently from her personally.
Breathing for several moments did I finally stand upright as a shimmering warmth landed gently upon my right shoulder. Looking over just to see eyes staring pointedly right where holes on said mask were wasn't entirely unsettling, "Thanks." I whispered gratefully turning back to see nearly every Sororita flinch appropriately due to an avian creature appearing from the Immaterium, it'd been silently watching and protectively curled wings to drape into a circle. Miracles, if they really think I'm supposed to guard the faithful then they're wrong. If anything I'd be a miracle in itself, but I guess I can try to humor it.
Pressure firmly amounted due to talons finding purchase on clothe when I lowered my head speaking gratefully, "Better an enemy see's the face of those who our Emperor has blessed to become a saint then a mere blind fold. Least now, I can actually keep my eyes open without causing too many potential issues." I laughed quietly near the end finding how this mask filtered it into short crackling rasps, it certainly gave little comfort. But more importantly what I'd hoped for did exist, I only had to clean up a little mess below deck until confronting Tartarus about their contingent. If they entrusted a piece of someone who lived as an armed pilgrim to me of all people?
Thank you, sister-superior. I know you had the right to cut me down but I'm not risking myself to come down here again. I vowed in letting Theresa and Alicia know personally, if anything else occurred it'd be considered heresy by their Order entirely. Exceptions only made it as far as one praised our Emperor in allowing any miracle to endure. Yet I had no desire to ruin a fragile truce until securing some sense of trust among people I considered friend, teacher and whatever by the throne included by tempting madness as a psyker.
"The chapel is your sanctum Marcos, I didn't mean anything less." My so called agent warmly reaffirmed despite her senior superior nodding tersely. I couldn't resist smiling despite them not visibly seeing it. Let's hope it doesn't get dirty, I'm already due cleaning and preparing opening mass for today if I'm not too late. Already time had been wasted here since none of them would help me, but at least no more would come to aid those who'd deceived them. Kern's apprentice was going to have his spine ripped out of him, if I had my way for taking resources I bled and took hits in order to vanquish daemonic foes when I'd had no chance of walking away.
Standing on two feet while idly stretching I gave them a nod indicating it was time to depart, "I'll drop a shiv for you, Alicia and let you know when Tartarus is available. For the Emperor protects!" All of the gathered sisterhood spoke as one, "For the Emperor protects!" And none of us failed to make an aquilla before I turned my back to them. Whether I believed they'd trust me wasn't important, I just made sure none of them would show up below deck once the blood started spilling and I had perfect excuses to eliminate Chaos's persistence of corrupting those who'd allow it inside of their souls. And that couldn't be allowed, or heresy endured regardless of how many were put down days ago to simply keep coming back.
Regardless I made my way back up a spiraling staircase perfectly content I no longer had to pretend being blind. Whether this so called mask of Saint Drusus was holy, or not mattered little save for it providing myself a means of enjoyment. If they wanted me to guard people of the faith, I'd try and see where it'd get me as Chaos thrived where I'd walk. And if anything I'd have plenty of time learning what it meant as they wanted me to do. Only thing left is to prepare for some unexpected guests and welcome them to hell.
Reaching the entrance which I reached out pressing an internal mechanism which slid a doorway outwards revealing an empty chapel. Slithe looked up despite being under tense scrutiny of a veiled Sororita who perked up as well. I didn't bother speaking save for gesturing to the mutant to get up and follow myself out open doors. If she ever wanted out of that deck in any foreseeable future, she'd have to earn it or die trying to convince me I'd humor that escape. Mutants didn't deserve redemption, but if they spilled enough blood of the enemies of mankind? Unfortunately then I'd have to make an exception, or risk heresy for ignoring such faith entirely.
The deck felt incredibly uneasy when I traversed a route I'd taken several times as time seemingly kept itself natural. Never thought seeing without light, or the warp would feel incredibly useful considering these eye-sockets have low-light built into them! Wearing a mask specifically designed and blessed by the servants of the Omnissiah certainly earned praise, if not outright tribute despite it largely over fitting upon my own face. An interior which I expected discomfort wasn't entirely convenient considering a softer material padded mostly ever inch, "Skit! Do an auspect scan for human life signs please, I think they're coming soon."
Above I heard him acknowledge that command before floating overhead atop containers as I allowed one hand to tenderly fall onto a knife's handle. Six hours, by the Emperor it's been boring setting up eyes and every Krieger to spot a welcoming party. The master-corporal never once questioned, or flinched when I gave him ample consideration in who'd be attempt a rescue of one lone heretic still caught up in her family reunion. Though he readily prepared his brethren for an intensive firefight, I didn't leave it to them in becoming fodder intentionally.
Slithe! Reaching out with psychic will in locating a mutant girl who immediately tensed up hearing my voice despite distance separating us. Are most of the Psycho's in place where you first ended up? Casually stepping over recent corpses which had been thrown to the prowlers, or cannibals days prior left them ample leftovers in venturing out past their shit hole of territory. Apparently they weren't picky about their teeth sank into all too easily, I'd still have to curb their population eventually with said Kriegers getting target practice when patrolling these passage ways.
Bypassing another corner I idly noticed the winged creature leisurely flying overhead just where lights met darkness. It seemed to angle itself according in finding potential perches yet hardly left wherever I'd walk willingly. Yes, boss. Joakim is in place, he's very bored too! I rolled both eyes not willing to agree with a less than overt human in name at this point. But at least warnings were in place whenever anyone spotted an Adepta Sororita and Emperor knew for storm-troopers making their way towards their intended target.
Just make sure he's not high on that ice-slope shit, alright? I shot back finally when coming past ruined symbols of eight pointed stars. I frowned immediately since no one dared scrapping off reminders of the ruinous influences which spawned daemonic entities, I paused outright when summoning psychic will in peer at the Immaterium itself. Oh feck me, I guess even exterminated heretics still have power in places unless they're blessed. Not what I needed to see, but learn now or risk fecking up when things matter most.
Broken tendrils of blackened wisps seemingly kept creeping off scrapped symbols painted in blood ever defiant it'd seem. They weren't as prominent days ago, or when that grox shit smelling daemon walked on these very floors. But they were problematic regardless as it meant more work for myself until all of them were eliminated. Exhaling swiftly I bypassed bloodied trails of somewhat alive corpses who'd been unfortunate enough to be damned, "Thought you were all on top, but know you're food and shit for cannibals you allowed to hunt other mutations. Perhaps the Emperor will judge you after suffering to meet him."
Onward I kept walking while occasionally spreading senses in keeping an eye on Slithe's rather larger family which rarely ventured beyond their supposed home. They'd been routinely enjoying spoils of someone other than a male it seemed, or rather smelled closer to human than their previous target in enacting instinctual urges. They were nearly mindless beasts which effectively left little save for exterminating them all when that decision was carried out, I savored it mainly because they were less than useful after the fun and games were concluded. But I'd keep my word in keeping smaller numbers just for Willen's satisfaction, if she ever wanted to bask in gloating a heretic reaping their willing decision of penance.
Coming around another corner I finally entered a familiar passage way filled with decaying bodies that weren't heretical. Lazy grox shitting mutants, I'm not humoring them until they clean this mess up! Once this shit is done, it's all work until I'm happy. Vowing internally did I absently pull out a las-pistol freshly cleaned and blessed by incantations, I was getting trigger happy apparently and that needed to be let out soon enough. Expecting someone with supposed anti-psyker equipment left me cautiously excited to see how dangerous it'd eventually get.
Soon enough I found myself humming contently in seeing an opening which lead to where and who I'd watch over to kill time. Leisurely leaning against a flat surface of metal did I witness prowlers either sleeping, or hissing dangerously when they spotted myself. The heretic whose sentence of penance lay curled in some fetal like position wearing literal rags which clung to shredded, or clawed up flesh exposing everything. Several cannibals viciously held her in place as others slept in guttural groups sated in both hunger and...other urges. And despite everything I couldn't resist in reaching out into a near catatonic psyche.
Slipping past traumatized memories I came across one literal chant that screamed desperation and near fanatical hope. He'll come for me, he'll come for me! Quivering in place due to forcing down chuckling, I couldn't help but savor this rightful justice she'd long since earned. Death seemed to much of a mercy, if my experiences were assured that penance of heresy was equally satisfying. But it begged a question I had to ask myself inevitably. What would be an ideal sentence for future judgments on those whose crimes far graver and damning?
Inspecting surroundings once again noticing chains hanging over head did I almost tempt myself to make this incredibly suitable! Feck it, I wanted those things on to begin with and May isn't here to bitch about me doing so. Gleefully snickering I wandered over whistling loudly which drew numerous growls and snarling, "Oh will you all shut up?" Lightly commenting where a crushed container Slithe had spotted was titled with numerous rusted chains, or near broken links when I pulled several out inspecting them keenly. Picking out several proved relaxing when I lined out a few until hunching over lazily pulling off gloves.
Heat surged when an orange flare of psychic energy started smoldering one link as it fused with crackling hissing. It took several minutes of constant effort to make sure it didn't become white hot, or risked melting in the deck's metallic plates. Let's see, a few more here and oh! This one should be long enough to catch some of the lower hanging ones in place, I hope! The chains themselves weren't thick yet they were probably meant for securing loose container doors, if they didn't lock or seal correctly during transport possibly in their original intent.
Hefting one coil over a shoulder did I wander out while flaring fire in a spare hand sending the prowling cannibals fleeing. All of them either were bright angered crimson, or a submissive grayish coloration due to fresh memories returning. They were nothing compared to who I was in all sincerity, "Skit's taking too long again." I muttered exasperated since it meant he'd found human life signs that weren't tainted by mutation, or so I believed. Either way it left enough time to dangle bait right where it needed to be displayed.
Slinging one upwards did it fail miserably in clanging onto the floor, I rolled both eyes before channeling psychic will to succeed partially. The sheer weight on one end managed to curl as I repeated that process four more times all the while humming, "Wish I had something more...creative, but it'll do I suppose." Testing their weight momentarily left little when I moved without a care towards one group of prowlers who all backed away screeching furiously. Their jawlines crooked exposing serrated teeth while fingers curled in tense anticipation to lunge forward, I paused in response glaring less than amused at their attitudes.
Reaching outward I sent four cannibals onto their knees as they lurched spewing out crimson due to their internal organs seizing up. Fear ran among them freely when none witnessed what I'd done, "Try it, or die." They may been beasts at this point yet they recognized low gothic to a point despite being corrupted by Chaos, or simply deteriorated leaving little sanity within. None approached regardless when I began lazily wrapping links around the catatonic heretics limbs, she didn't even react when heat surged singing flesh as my makeshift shackles did their purpose. And from there it was just simply raising each limb until I'd be content.
After musing over where to tether them off, I managed in smoldering enough of a clump right into any container within reasonable distance. Flames brightly scorched raw metal into a slab of smelted reddish white, I barely felt heat until I ceased pouring psychic will to look back gauging height, "Bait." I stated smugly just seeing this heretic strung out about a meter off the ground, I couldn't make her family work so it'd have to do. Feck, I guess I'll have other days to figure out suitable punishment for this piece of work. But can't complain now, I hope the ones coming down here get a good view of when anyone falsely judged meets their well deserved sentencing.
"What do you think?" I asked looking upward in seeing the bird perched above as one head hissed out exposing teeth. I leered in agreement once both of us found gleeful fun, "Yeah, it's not enough! If they do get her down, I trust you'll peck out her eyes too?" Wings ruffled themselves when it stood upright in response leaving my smile widening. The damned bird may have had a soft spot for one mutant who I grudgingly tolerated, but if it was just one? I could stomach it until said mutation by the Emperor's grace to get off this ship, or died trying.
You see anything up there at all, bird? Willing myself to lean against another container nearby while absently flipping a knife proved far more enjoyable. Prowling cannibals returned cautiously despite hissing, or snarling towards one another before moving in rather vindictively on a strung up heretic in renewed lusts. It seemed they were either possessive, or incredibly pissed for being locke down here as opposed to Slithe's time, if anything they deserved to reap what had been sowed. Chaos mutations, or not that were possibly once loyal somewhat considered humans to the Emperor. But if viewing this a second time proved anything?
"I don't get what you find funny in this, May." I lamented when guttural groans met my ears before looking back across towards openings in between containers. There wasn't many ways getting back into this shit hole, so either way I had clear view in where potentially a group could move in guns blazing to curb these cannibals. Think they'll show up, before or after mass? I asked conversationally when seeing both heads turn sharply aside towards the deck's far end. The creature's beaks let out short yet piercing shrieks due to details my own hearing finally picked upon.
Distant rumbling came out in sharp bursts making my smile turn murderously pleased, "Looks like I won't be late to attend mass above deck. Praise the Emperor!" I leaned back impatient to lightly rock back and forth against metal plating, I verified what sounded akin to bolter fire with Slithe whose anxiety rose naturally. Marcos, they're coming! Joakin just found out, he's scared and there's three red metal persons! Blinking away an urge to yawn, I didn't react until finally concentrating just to see memories pouring right into my own skull.
The mutant girl for all her loathsome existence actually had been smart enough in hiding on top of several containers watching. Her eyes had picked up figures moving relatively unseen through darker portions yet a group of Psycho gangers literally turned the wrong corner, I got to watch intense flashes of light and screams of dying men tore apart in showers of crimson chunks. But there wasn't mistaking power armor of the sisters from above deck due to their cyan colored slits on helms standing out in darkened concealment. Keep your eyes on them, girl and stay out of sight. Tell Joakin to keep them moving towards where I'm at and if he runs, I'll kill his ass personally when I clean up this fecking mess.
Remarkably I almost had to stop myself from whistling when the girl obeyed despite showing fearful recognition about the power armor users. I'll try too, boss. Tapping a knife's flat edge against my palm substituted for genuine applause. See too it Slithe, be useful and do what you do when bringing food back home. You have the looks, so use them! I ordered confidently in giving her ample motivation when I sensed anxious determination, I couldn't believe she believed in me so easy despite repeated warnings of being too blind. Yet if she managed in splitting the incoming group apart, I'd have to start keeping track of useful actions for Tartarus to hear about.
Concentrating further I managed to locate another mutant whose panic bordered on near frantic desire to flee. I didn't bother trying to gentle, or subtle about my annoyance of the current Psycho's gang leader who nearly fled upon seeing storm-troopers of all people! Joakin! Thundering one word sent a mutation reeling rightfully frightened when I had his heart freeze momentarily by psychic force alone on whims alone. If you run from the Emperor's foes, I'll kill you where you're hiding in that so called hole of yours from where I'm standing. Back up Slithe whose going to draw some of these troopers towards her, if you manage in picking them off...loot their weapons and gear as a reward for your gang if you manage to survive.
The man stuttered even when thinking due to sheer terror in hearing a voice not of his own forcibly keeping his body frozen. Yes...yes, boss! I relinquished control back to him naturally while keeping an eye on him as Psycho's gangers began taking shots in earnest. Distant pops, or cracks immediately appeared growing closer and gradually louder with bolter bursts returning in a prolonging firefight drawing everyone's attention. Now where is this so called, 'Paladin' fecker May warned me about? Might as well see if I can...oh, found him!
Closing both eyes I found myself bombarded with thoughts openly expressing steeled determination and an unending mantra of prayers. Three Sororita, one of them is Anora but the other two aren't aware of her gradual corruption. I can see the tendrils of Chaos starting to dig their way into her aura, so she's falling. Blackened mists seemingly seeped into all of this group which dogmatically pushed through dozens, if not more gangers trying to stall them for others in hopefully picking apart exposed heads. Two dozen fully armed storm-troopers with lasguns and Kern's apprentice, though I wonder why there's not a small army gunning after his mutant bitch.
Twenty four in total either screamed arrogance, or they were all armed literally to take out whatever inhabited this deck. Beyond the hanging bait I'd set up, I saw surges and multiple auras of twisted mutations dying in droves due to las-fire, or occasional bolter shells. Yet they had possibly hundreds, if not a few thousand members in their gang since the Cadian had been exterminated. The Psychos lacked in decent weapons for sheer number, so it certainly aided in keeping them behaving whenever one got an idea. So it was technically a win-win, if I almost found it kind of Anora and Kern's apprentice to clean up some filth in this place.
Watching from afar proved enlightening when gauging to order others into positions, I reached out in finding where the Kriegers had entrenched themselves. Master-corporal, are you prepared to start a cross fire? The mutants are actually doing their job, or do you need more time? While not overly fond in my apparent praise of lesser humans, I heard the Krieger's thoughts form into an indifferent yet underlying challenge. Fire-teams have secured all available high ground, or set trip wires with fragmentation and proton grenades for those fortified routes we picked out towards your location, Neophyte Eius. We're only awaiting your command to unleash our fury and the Emperor's wrath on these heretics.
I blinked away a lone tear since it nearly reminded me of Engel, "Die well, or die atoned." I said verbally and psychically to let the soldiers of Krieg prepare themselves accordingly. It felt surreal expecting those who I'd given all to save others, if only now some of them were on their way to kill me. Throne alone I wanted to hate those who'd gone with Kern's apprentice and it only applied to one person among them. Even after everything I did, I tried to hide and hoped never had to be done? Chaos does twist and turn those who aren't aware of themselves, if I weren't a psyker I'd probably have turned as well.
Scoffing partially out of equal amusement and cynical joy, "But that bitch wasn't wrong." I looked back to that fallen creature's words in relating that the Sororita would kill me. Whether I was loyal to my Emperor, or devoted in remaining free of Chaos simply couldn't ignore a witch who'd be burned alive due to having unnatural means. Feck it, if they try it then I'll do what I need too! Funny, I'm more likely to be killed by them if I show any signs of being corrupted and ironically, I would hear them think when that decision comes down.
Looking towards various cannibal mutations who started congregating around the bait I'd graciously taken time in being of useful value. I grinned suddenly when coming to an epiphany, "What not make use of lesser creatures to have some shred of earning the Emperor's favor?" Reaching outward I came into contact with psyches far too bestial yet horded instincts so easily exposed. Concentrating on images of power armor and storm-trooper outfits not matching the Kriegers, I couldn't resist but giving them some ample motivation.
They'll take your family member away from this place, they'll leave you all alone in the dark and isn't that such a good thing? Suggestions started formulating within mutations who all collectively began hissing, or screeching together to make even a catatonic heretic whimper openly. Kill them, or ruin your family reunion. I ordered quietly cackling to see various eyes all glimmering in dim lighting as dozens, if not more began edging towards where distant bolter fire grew closer. They may have been human once yet none of them were capable to ignore fear, or rather found themselves growing fiercely aggressive.
Several started climbing upwards onto metal containers in preparing a crudely welcome party for potential food sources. You can hide behind me, I won't bite. I promised slyly when orange murky like humane pupils shifted to where I stood leaning lazily, I even gestured for good measure to give them ample consideration. Lanky malformed faces with serrated teeth hissed started rushing past in a wild bid scampering past myself, "For mutations I'd say you were smart, but I'd be lying if the Emperor didn't require sacrifices to uphold divine justice." I remarked casually to idly tap fingers in passing time far more happily.
Overall no more than thirty took up an ambush positioning, I smirked since they were all behind my back as forty, or so spread further away out of sight. They'd do their part, if they wanted to uphold some reward to be left inside their piss and shit filled turf. Do you honestly believe I wouldn't use creatures less than human, if they were worth anything I'd say they should be flattered anyone takes notice of them. But you tried to kill me Anora, I don't let that slide on any given day and you're not an exception. I'm not going to pretend you desired it...just like that bitch said back to you on Mastoria, or is falling to Chaos too easy?
Closer and closer weaponry being discharged became almost impossible to not miss where said noises originated. Peering through the warp once more, I witnessed gradual anxiety due to several gangers managing to wound a trooper, or two. It'd be so easy, wouldn't it? Most of their psyche were exposed to any suggestion, or influence to physically stop hearts. Throne it'd be pathetic, if they didn't at least earn a place to die in rightful failure. Yet among them I get one reaction from an elder man whose thoughts steeled themselves immediately when I tapped in funnily enough.
"Found you." I murmured grinning when it'd became apparent of the man who'd been sent in his master's place to rescue this heretic, a rightful sentence for one who I glanced over in seeing tears dripping down due to mutations clinging onto exposed flesh. The fact he'd closed off all thoughts so quickly, it'd mean he was well prepared for any entry into killing him prematurely. I didn't know what made any human whose lack of defense against psykers, but it certainly became a challenge in which I savored to break down into literal pieces. Cackling quietly I still remained against the metallic exterior I'd been leaning up against lazily, it'd be an interesting place to see whether what I had could withstand a heretical force of misguided foes.
Master-corporal, please start setting up your gifts for these heretics once they come into sight of myself. I trust the Sons of Krieg know how to provide a warm departure? Sending out orders whereas several fire team sized groups began inching out of cover, they'd flank from behind while setting up explosive trip-wires for those who'd inevitably flee. Or they'd come from behind laying down excessive firepower needed for an entrapment. Either way, I'd consider it a blessing I put so much effort into making them all meeting our Emperor swiftly.
"Should have asked what kind of weapons make a psyker think twice." I relented after debating several moments to simply shrug at myself for being far too eager. At least it'd make things interesting considering I could have ended most of who were approaching, but I figured killing some of them face to face was worth their effort. Temptation aside which I resisted falling into naturally, I loathed to use those experiences yet they were keen on attaining awareness of future attempt when involving daemons, or Chaos heretics. I almost felt bad for normal humans who'd never realize they were easy pickings for them all entirely.
Which makes me wonder, if I'm able to withstand what Chaos has for corruption? Why can't anyone else see what makes them effected as well? Questions lazily kept appearing when I kept an eye out despite bolter fire practically almost inside the area itself. Peering again through the Immaterium far more intensely did I see fostered that lingering taint as it began shifting towards Anora specifically, I almost whistled when it began condensing within her aura's outline. It stood out among them all, if not then but entirely making my assumption grow suspiciously intrigued.
Flashes of light started appearing the lone entry way leaving little time as I smirked happily hearing shouting. Thunder steps attributed to those wearing heavy armor lead first, followed off by loud snapping of las-guns rapidly trying to gun down gangers or mutations who kept them moving swiftly into an open area. Behind me I felt nearly thirty, or more cannibals anxiously prepared to spring forth yet I reached out quelling them all. Wait, or else you'll all die by thought alone! Just wait until I say it's okay to tear them open.
An explosion lightly rocked myself back and forth due to fragmentation grenades being tossed in quick fashion. The first cannibals had tried jumping off based on shrieking to only scatter, if hearing bolters cutting them both was equally satisfying and rightfully executed. Yet I needed them to survive momentarily as I reached out psychically to get them all back behind where I stood. Stop killing yourselves, get back to your reward or, I kill you. Images of themselves gurgling on bloodied rasps of air sent most reeling backwards, I held nothing back in reserve save for giving impressions of impatience in returning behind myself.
Above I eyed the avian creature which took off circling above as thundering steps grew closer and closer. I literally counted every step until I spotted silhouettes rushing forward past corpses of those who'd been killed by a heretical Cadian. I wondered if they realized most of those dead were faithful to our Emperor, but I doubted any of themselves would think twice. Mothers, children and those related weren't spared. I couldn't help save for snickering silently in remembering the half dead woman reaching out to me, as if begging me to save both her child and herself. That irked me immensely since I held little pity for mutants yet even I couldn't shake being fecked over in dealing with a mess no one attempted to undo.
Heat gradually grew behind when flames ran along clothing partially in accordance of an internal desire to unleash an inferno. You all intend to save a heretic who sent many who didn't deserve redemption, if only now for them to have a chance at it! Mutants seeking a chance to become human? What madness am I even thinking? Rhetorically questioning my sanity proved only being human meant I held little to simply humor that possibility. I towed a line of heresy with every action despite loathing most people which I found undeniably ironic.
Lazily glancing over I whispered warmly when seeing figures emerge, "Welcome to hell." Fully uniformed and armed storm-troopers who looked similar to the ones underneath Tartarus yet were lighter colored rapidly began sweeping an area. Behind I saw cyan eye-sockets among several red and black detailed power armor users, I didn't need to imagine which was Anora whose blackened aura seemingly kept ensnaring those by her side. The tendrils of Chaos's remnants were literally seeping inwards of infecting others who weren't ever aware, I almost pitied some of them who'd just earned sentences of execution. At this rate none of them would be allowed penance if Chaos's infectious presence garnered little hope.
As man after man poured through an entrance did one immediately freeze upon witnessing where I leaned rather lazily. Good night, heretic. I spoke psychically as he collapsed immediately due to arteries within his brain imploding. He never had a chance to speak, or even scream save for several others whirling about trying to spot some enemy shooter. Might as well thin their number, or risk someone getting a lucky shot. Not like any of them can defend against a psyker, it's almost too damned pitiful but it's too much fun!
Lifting a gloved hand I reached outward leering eagerly when multiple men either stumbled stiffly, or simply fell over rasping out shrieks. From behind their twitching bodies was a man who walked seamlessly unfazed, I rolled both eyes since arrogance literally oozed off him openly. He was probably around my Interrogator's age, or possibly older yet seeing multiple holy seals of purity burning mildly meant blessed protections. His trench coat concealed some sort of armored carapace while wielding a bolt pistol on hand, I didn't need to wonder what kind of grenades openly clicked against magazine holders since I saw everything through the Immaterium itself.
The warp is literally fecking screaming inside those damned things! I viewed churning condensed orbs of light seeping out past metallic exteriors. What had been calmed had been stirred up ruthlessly, it almost stung staring momentarily at several of them so close together. Yet the most strangest of details lay not inside those grenades, but around the man entirely. His aura dimmed considerably when brightness of a churning Immaterium faded around said person, I could see him but it was harder up close to not shiver unconsciously. It equally made myself grin and wonder just what kind of tricks he had on hand.
Unlike Willen who stood out as an arrogant and smug bitch by our Emperor's graces! This man held a visible permanent like scowl akin to some uptight bastard, I couldn't resist in faux yawning through my mask since it took him too long in all honesty. Scars ran along his right cheek down across the neck stood out despite having a pair of brackish eyes. Either he'd been beaten too many times by Kern's teaching habits, or got incredibly lucky if a daemon missed taking off his head. Regardless it certainly felt appealing to know someone else had seen an enemy, if anything I was unique enough to see whether he'd been told of my fecked up appearance.
"What took you people so long?" I questioned relatively amazed to stretch my back into popping bones relieved of their stiffness, "Had too much time to string this bitch up." Thumbing to a chained up heretic whose frozen expression hardly changed despite seeing supposed saviors. I'd chalk that reaction mainly due to cannibal claws tightly clasping around legs, or arms. Behind myself I inwardly counted up to fifty prowlers impatiently hanging off a containers side, or had crouched outside barriers awaiting an urge to pounce on fresh prey.
Troopers leveled their las-guns expertly trained to kill when nothing stood out save for my lonesome self. I didn't flinch save for rolling both shoulders as their twitching comrades who'd been literally cut off from living made several of themselves look over concerned. As far as I was aware they didn't know exactly what happened, or maybe they knew now. They're unnerved, I'm flattered they're this scared of me already. Chortling quietly I looked over when a familiar Sororita clad in power armor raised her bolter weapon swiftly, I didn't bother trying to peer into a growing psyche influenced by Chaos's tendrils.
"Of course a witch would use mutations to further damn themselves." Anora's vox seethed usually infuriated leaving little of myself to doubt Chaos's influence kept deepening, "Do not let it speak anymore, or risk damnation!" She couldn't even hear herself speak at this point given I only tilted my head over peering at blackening tendrils wrapping around a once brightened aura. It was equally disconcerting in seeing corruption from once banished daemonic influences surging forth to grow ever infectious since they were latching onto storm-troopers in immediate proximity. I couldn't understand how any human would be able to realize if they were swayed into Chaos, but I started to realize why Esdainn laughed frequently about us.
Regardless of how a wretched Xeno seemed to make sense did I dare not believe words as the Emperor's divinity safeguarded most. Still I couldn't resist cheekily remarking, "You should check yourself over, if damnation is what you're asking about. I'm not even in your head, so that should tell you something." Anora's patience literally started waning when the bolter weapon lifted to unleash enough munitions to tear into literal crimson pastes. Psychic will within myself boiled over when I prepared painstakingly patient as I imagined a thickened barrier just momentarily to manifest on my whims.
"Please have patience, Sister of the Bloody Rose." The man who had several grenades of screaming warp energy requested mainly out of humor. His eyes narrowed faintly as if seeking any sign I'd commit to psychic strength, but I kept myself lazily in place smiling underneath a mask of the saint who'd they couldn't have mistaken. This mask is blessed, if you're curious! I sent out words to have him wince since they penetrated steeled resolve, if I tried breaking in he'd be tipped off so it was better to feint a shiv I'd hidden away.
Behind him troopers moved with weaponry trained directly where I remained, "I should feel insulted that only a measly child tainted by mutation is all that stands between success." He tried insulting me to which I shot back casually, "And I'm not impressed by a heretic." Further looking over I gestured lazily towards Anora's corrupted aura, "But I guess you'll find out when someone listens to the words by those who fall. You should ask the sister behind you, I think that fecking bitch Sabethiel said something to her a couple months ago and it's really showing."
My counterpart raised an eyebrow slightly intrigued when the power armor user stalked forward without hesitation savoring savage delight. Do it, Anora! Prove me right, if you have any brain left behind that joy you're feeling. I thought less than impressed to inwardly scoff in seeing someone just aimlessly descending into madness. Psychic energy began boiling underneath flesh hidden by clothe when I grinned openly, "See what I mean? Whatever was said to her back then, it's manifesting with Chaos's corruption down here and adding she saw what's underneath this blessing I'm wearing?" I gestured playfully towards eye-sockets knowingly added fuel to temptation that was gradually overcoming rational thought inside said Sororita's psyche.
"LIES!" The woman thundered through vox speakers while taking several steps closer, I noticed a gauntlet dipping towards another weapon dripping crimson droplets. Her chainsword literally oozed off Chaos's corrosive tendrils making me tense, "You are tainted by the warp! Vile mutation, a perversion of humanity and speak the lies of a heathen. Your eyes are but windows to Chaos, daemon and all unholiness which shall be purified by the Father's servants." She swore leaving little to imagine when I gave off a crooked grin in return for killing what little doubt I'd been harboring, I wanted so much to at least pray for hope yet even the Emperor's mercy had limits.
"I got my eyes torn out by a daemon, Anora." I reminded her utterly amused to point out mildly, "And where were you? Oh, I remember!" Viciously cackling I clapped both hands mocking to impressively remind her far too clearly, "You were on the ground when it'd been weakened, after I tore the fecker's heart out! On your knees unable to withstand a daemon who put everything into breaking me, but I survived at a cost. Our Emperor's unwavering faith my ass, I think you were tempted because someone wanted you to listen."
Her bolter sharply rose yet a barking order rang out, "Restrain yourself, sister!" The man looked genuinely concerned in seeing such a drastic reaction, if anything I saw him gaze suspiciously between myself and Anora attentively. A little more, I think is needed! Smiling pleasantly I decided on fully giving them both what they wanted out of me, or rather wished to view entirely for their own reasons to satisfy themselves. They both wanted to see what was underneath the saint's mask either to confirm their madness, or horrors respectively.
"You know if you want to make things interesting, I have a suggestion." I offered kindly in gesturing with a thumb eyeing the strung up heretic and former daemonic possession, "If you that this bitch of a heretic so badly? Why not tempt yourself to see what makes a corrupted Sororita have another falling into madness, why not see what makes Kern horrified and why not test yourself against a daemon who left it's mark on me?" I suggested plainly while remaining in place as psychic tendrils started formulating within my mind to reach out towards two other power armor users who I wouldn't allow to see anything.
Neither apprentice, or Adepta Sororita answered at first as both digested a simple wager laced with dangers I'd been humoring. She's not worth much to me personally, but her family is quite lovingly happy in having their reunion. I sent images teasingly of what had occurred towards Kern's apprentice who sucked in air viciously startled and disgusted, "You...sick bastard." His mental fortitude started crumbling due to confusion, internal curiosity and uncertainty due to every word seemingly crushing resolve. It was fascinating to see thoughts being swayed every time I spoke due to psychic will, I couldn't stop enjoying it naturally.
"I'm a sick bastard?" I stated slowly before grinning fully to bow mockingly flattered, "No, I'm just fecking amazed one heretic recuses another and that's just terrible tastes." Nodding mainly to stall for several moments did I snap both fingers coming to a conclusion, "And who'd know about it? The dead you passed who prayed for the Emperor to save them, or would it be that woman who begged me to save her dead baby? If anything you're something worse than calling me a sick bastard, which includes consorting with Chaos itself."
Stepping forward did my mouth split widely unseen baring teeth far too pleased, "You're a piece of grox shit...Paladin." Psychic energy began churning the Immaterium's growing shimmering which radiated off wherever I moved as it smashed into internal shrieking of condensed energies reaction violently. Hotter, hot enough to melt steel, flesh and enough to burn a throne damned Xeno into ash for what she'd done to me! None of them could have possibly witnessed an entire area broiling yet they were ignorantly confident that bolters would be enough. It was all so fecking insulting to think about it all actually.
That set off what I'd been waiting for hours to endure, "Kill this blasted creature of a witch." The man ordered coldly raising a bolt pistol realizing something was entirely wrong. I walked forward leering so painfully happy it'd hurt to continue, I'd make these damned humans wish daemons were standing in front of them. They barely understood what kinds of hell a daemon of Chaos did to reality, but for them to simply say I was just a witch? A psyker whose brain had been skewered undeniably for them to finally take it down?
Weapons arose when all of them honed their sights right at my approaching form as I continued approaching with both hands raised. How did that wretched Xeno use her fingers to manipulate that throne forsaken barrier? Envision it, harden it and never falter for the Emperor walks beside me to face his foes. Three fingers on each hand curled forming a triangular shape leaving index and middle digits pointing rigidly forward, I gnashed both sets of teeth tightly due to psychic energies literally shrieking when the pressure inside my skull grew dangerously. But I still loudly howled laughing when heat surged into reality.
Bolter weapons both rifle, pistol and las-guns erupted jointly as I unleashed that pressure invoking will alone to witness a partial success! White light mixed within yellow glower flashed angrily sending those unable to withstand reeling, men in uniforms ceased firing briefly due to tearing off green optics screaming from being blinded. Yet I watched transfixed in seeing bolter shells hissing in desperate grinding and piercing movements trying to break a psychic wall encasing myself. It's not good enough, it's not good enough because that fecking bitch Xeno did more! She used conjured fire to make it spit out a lightning barrier all the while lazily walking right through everything I put into that surprise, so it's not enough!
Pushing further with every step I widened my smile when glass sensations ran up my neck, "Not enough, not enough!" I rasped out feeling liquid dripping down both nasal cavities as a tongue yapped up bloodied trails for an incentive toward myself straining splitting apart two fingers. Psychic energy broiled at my head sending metallic plates into whitening steps of molten metallic scrap pools. All the while bolter shells smashed into a barrier of yellowed white straining as it dimmed considerably, I got besieged by migraines yet managed to stare right into a twisted gleeful expression of someone falling quickly into Chaos's growing influence.
"Rejoice mutant!" Anora's voice tinged along some sort of blended humane tone, "Repent and be blessed to rid yourself of imperfect flesh! Repent and burn!" I stopped suddenly when one word stood out far too clearly. In fact I felt such internal rage I seeped partially down through metallic plates which oozed silently in protest from an inferno. Imperfect? Humanity is imperfect, when we are perfect in our Emperor's image. It's too late, I cannot allow that insult to stand and as such your fate will be judged...heretic.
Bolter rounds gradually ceased leaving little room as churning tips mixed within reddish boils of las-fire condensed lividly. The entire wall shifting yet I had a small opening to snarl behind the death mask to savagely mock them, "I'll never repent as long as heretics believe they're blessed." The Immateriums once calmed surroundings molded inwards, it churned and began shimmering to let off silent waves of shrieking when heat became too much inside my flesh. Flames arose along clothe burning it piece by piece as both sets of fingers completely separated!
It hurt to breathe yet alone move simply due to the sheer effort I exerted. Growling under breath I'd vow to burn only those who'd dare themselves walking with damnation of Chaos. They were all guilty whether I dared to hope for some of them to repent and renounce this madness! But it'd be better off in sending them all to their deaths. None of you will leave this place, for your judgment is death by flames of purification! Not one heretic shall see another day, or may the Emperor damn me. Swirling patterns began emerging within the barrier itself as I smile feeling my mind ease itself into deceptive serenity to whisper fondly, "Burn in hell."
The entire barrier shimmered violently making those who'd been firing immediately react as torrential flames shot roaring outwards. Kern's apprentice darted away screaming lividly, "You didn't mention this witch is blasted strong enough to manifest fire storms, woman!" Another light dully flared sending hungry pursuing flames to dissipate as I scowled momentarily in response, I'd forgotten about holy sanctuaries being performed. But several of his troopers weren't as reactive save for them being burnt alive in flaming cacophonies of screams. One, or two flayed around desperately trying to roll and smother unrelenting heat which couldn't be extinguished naturally.
Smoke erupted after explosions from psychically heated fragmentation grenades popping off showers of burning limbs and crimson clouds. Willing the fiery streams towards more while eyeing both Anora and the Paladin man proved far too irritating. Master-corporal, fire at will! Don't be afraid to hit the mutations who'll screen me, I don't need them alive technically. Reaching outwards I sent an image of fresh prey towards the prowlers who howled jointly as bodies came clawing over a container into surging forward. Rampant flames burning flesh, metal and air mixed within over dozens of cannibal mutations sprinting past raging infernos.
And from above came snapping cracks of precise las-weaponry of the Kriegers. Reddish orange flashes slammed overhead from various positions above deck, or simply took up fortified positions on overhead scaffolding. Some Kriegers even began throwing fragmentation grenades at will as they fell rapidly and precisely between shifting forms around myself. Shrapnel shrilly piercing flesh of both heretic and mutation without issue, I savored seeing them fall as flames began earnest licking their way onto exposed flesh. It was beautifully executed to gleefully relish such wonderful opportunity of seeing the Emperor's foes burning into literal ash.
Turning partially aside ignoring enemies being spear tackled as mutants tore into them, "Where did you go?" I lost track of where Kern's apprentice had retreated, or hoped to use this chaotic mess to slip around behind my back. Heretic is still chained up, so what am I missing...oh, fecking shit! I froze when the warp literally began to shrivel inwards in a rapid scene of some swirling vortex! Scampering back I watched transfixed to see psychic flames being snuffed out, or outright curling inward leaving little as the Immaterium wailed unseen by everyone not a psyker.
This rippling vortex grew further encompassing every exposed meter as it came into contact with my own barrier. It rippled faintly before dimming considerably, "Unbelievable!" I muttered straining to maintain even a thinning shred despite shells from discharged bolters falling harmlessly with clattering clinks onto partially smoldered metal plates. Where did he go? Behind, or is he hiding out in between to get me in my back? Even through smoke darkening what little light I'd visibly see physically, I enjoyed the interior sockets illuminating to see troopers and cannibals wrestling viciously in various groups.
But whatever thought I considered next became utterly pointless when a chain-sword's growling teeth came literally out of smoke! Holy shit! Throwing myself away while back peddling in dropping a fading barrier left myself exposed, but flames and smoke bellowed jointly as psychic energy fueled unnatural infernos in congesting metal into pools of whitened puddles. Forgot about Anora, feck I can't even see past this shimmering vortex the bastard threw. It's just ripples and ripples, throne I can't even see the warp anymore.
Drawing out a recently polished mono-knife hardly seemed effective when I backed away grinning from a power armor drenched in crimson. Anora's form stomped ominously with chain-sword extended outward dripping with fleshly remains of several prowling cannibals, I saw strips of flesh draped over her shoulders unknowingly obscuring several purity seals and I widened both eyes far too naturally shocked in seeing an aura forming thickly. She's being influenced by what's left of Chaos's lingering presence in this place, I've never seen corruption growing inside someone by I guess this is a first to remember! It's feeding off her psyche, or Emperor knows what she fell into listening to that Sabehtiel bitch months ago.
The sheer blackened tendrils literally started oozing off shimmering mists of wisps that were gradually growing internally. Backing away considerably aware that she'd be able to cut into pieces was entirely natural on my part to remark at her, "How does it feel thinking you're serving our Emperor and only lying to yourself?" Retreating cautiously as I stepped over torn apart corpses of both cannibal and storm trooper while ash started choking open air. The near possessed Sororita's helm followed my movement zealously eager in slaughtering what she'd perceived as a mutation, or maybe her psyche kept deteriorating rapidly to where it angered herself.
"You should have died on that world, witch." Anora's vox crackled inhumanly vivid as a static squealing made it sound eerie, "Consorting with a Xeno! Falling underneath it's influence, to help it and using unnatural sorcery not of our Emperor's blessing while exposing yourself to Chaos's words. There is no need to judge when you are damned to die...mutant, for I shall do what is needed to purify your tainted existence. May you die well, or die atoned boy!" Her last words mocked the Kriegers who'd given their lives for herself, Alicia and various others as it made my anger boil immediately in response.
Maybe the Masque should have torn off your head. I psychically whispered slyly making the near possessed woman stiffen immediately. Or is that what you really want, Anora? To let someone inside that head of yours, to whisper what needs to be done? Why are you so angry at me for surviving, am I worth so much to you? I hinted well aware of their Ordos's views on attachments, or rather peered inwardly into deeper thoughts picking up on unrelenting fear. Fear of losing what they'd believed of myself in playing them like streets being skims as a pretty little lie to hide in plain sight. But it seemed Chaos had found a way inside after-all.
Abruptly I hit a metallic wall leaving little room as we'd separated from large enough groups of dying men and mutant. The bloodied armor dripped corrupted flesh strips and droplets of crimson along once blessed armor, "Your words are poison, Marcos." Anora's voice dipped while angling a chain-sword perpendicular intent on slicing my skull clean off. I grinned in response due to noticing those blackened tendrils dipping further into her psyche as the weapon raised itself accordingly. If my words are so treacherous, then why are you pretending...daemon.
The chain-sword froze immediately when a warp induced shimmer gradually started appearing around Anora's body. Her breathing suddenly hitched as a gauntlet wildly ripped off her helmet in a bid for air ironically enough, "What...did you...say?" The woman's face looked literally akin to a corpse as flesh turned swiftly pale with shallower rasps of air following suite. You heard me loud and clear, daemon. Get out here, if you're really going to play whose the better liar. Words followed by psychic provocation when I lifted a hand conjuring flames which took considerably effort to remain in open view.
Anora's face suddenly twisted when she cried out confused as well in being equally horrified taking several steps backward. I smiled placidly in seeing tendrils of blackened corruption solidifying and literally oozing inwards shifting aggressively. Chaos wouldn't be so easily dispelled, it'd retain itself to corrupt those who'd walk among it's ruin and relentlessly return over and over again. Until I purified and blessed this entire area, it'd never truly die...for daemonic influence remained in bloodied tributes for them to gather in the encroaching darkness. If I didn't find a way to remove all of these Chaos stars ingrained in blood, I'd risk more daemonic incursions which seemingly refused to yield ground on this vessel.
"Funny thing about Chaos's presence, Anora." I stated conversationally while edging on an angle eyeing that dripping chain-sword warily, "It digs into someone, or rather it finds a way in either through words and if you keep thinking?" I tapped my temple knowingly as a woman who cared for myself, taught me and ultimately fallen into a trap months ago. Servants of Chaos just needed one opportunity to make any human break, if I weren't a psyker I'd have died several times over blessed by the Emperor's mercy.
Her eyes widened before a twisted scowl torn on hatefully spitting our curses and horrified as sweat dripped down exposed cheeks. Come on out, I see what you did. I tempted the last of an enemy's presence which radiated a blackened sense of chilling exuberance. Readying my knife to have a tip tilted did I leer impatiently as Anora's gauntlet rose when she screamed, "I am a loyal servant of our Emperor! Praise his name, for he is the light...for he is..." The struggling sanity within her psyche snapped when metallic fingers suddenly gripping one side of a jawline before skin came literally tearing off in gruesome show of madness.
Blood fell onto the metallic deck freely as tendrils circulated and dug themselves entrapping a woman who silently looked at her limb disbelievingly. Her eyes shifted when purity seals once meant for holy protection began glowing a sickly orange, they began popping off armor one at a time gradually and some were twisting inwards in burning away the aquilla's once prominent display. Flesh started steaming in small portions along exposed reddish muscle partially when blackened lines appeared swirling inward, "The Emperor shall protect...none but corpses!" A spine curling smile widely appeared exposing jagged teeth sharpening along one side of an exposed jaw, I nearly laughed since the enemy had appeared again.
Anora's knelt downward before a chain-swords crimson soaked serrated edge raised itself accordingly to foster heresy itself. She carved an eight pointed star along her forehead inhaling deeply as I channeled psychic will in preparation. Skin started boiling away slowly yet regrew itself shifting along one side of a face into someone else. Only half did so but an eye bled out revealing a gaze I hadn't seen since Mastoria inside that temple. My teacher who I once befriended, chose to fight alongside and I'd hoped to avoid came full circle when she'd fallen prey to an enemy who could warp human will to their whims.
One lone crimson gleaming eye focused itself upon me solely in a predatory manner, "Hello, boy." The voice sounded incredibly warped yet I couldn't mistake a creature which shattered my body to dig through the facade I'd upheld. In response though unlike I'd been tossed around trying to maintain an ignorance did I retort, "You're still an ugly fecking bitch. Three months can't change that ugly face, or maybe it's still grox piss."
The Sororita who'd been tempted by words unconsciously stood upright smiling pleasantly but what used her skin seemed smugly impressed. A tongue slid out akin to some demented serpent lapping up crimson droplets off corrupted flesh. An aura of blackened mist seeped outwards drenching a near meter's worth of space yet despite some vast distance, I couldn't escape an enemy which would never rest or humor relinquishing what it'd desired. In front of me wasn't Anora of the Bloody Rose but someone who'd get their face rearranged. A shiver ran up my back when I stared right into that lone eye of Miriael Sabathiel whose presence only grew prominently with every second that passed and I vowed to burn this bitch on the spot.
End Chapter XXX
Author's Note: Alright, we're coming down to the last chapters of the Inquisitor given I wanted to end it on a good note soon. Having a recurring enemy appear since the Masque of Slaanesh is technically barred for a while, I haven't forgotten the first major obstacle our character will overcome. And to be honest? I intend to develop Sabathiel further then what the lore has stated about her presently: I mean I already implied she's launching a quasi-black crusade...just not on the level of the Despoiler or known as Abafail, or Abaharmless.
Jokes aside, it definitely adds an underlying threat when Black Crusades are formed and it's only a Monday by most standards. More so what to expect, I mean Chaos is something I intend to fully appear as if it's truly a disease when corrupting souls of humanity especially. It's not hard for most people to fall into it, as well if they aren't psykers...it's comical how fast they give in unless witnessing it first hand. Psykers add a whole new perception when interacting with Chaos's exposed 'whispers' which can lead for them to infect a man's soul, at least spiritually since literally I tried envisioning what a powerful psyche would witness when coming across tendrils from old sorcery rituals in this context.
Speaking of old rituals, the deck was literally used as a staging ground for daemonic incursion. Marcos hasn't purified the taint away, or discovered most of the eight-pointed stars which leaves a gradual window opening again. It adds a whole new dynamic to that mantra of, "Destroy everything and if you find nothing? Do it again and again." Point is, Chaos's mark upon the Materium isn't easily dispersed unless you take the time to methodically wipe out all traces and unfortunately the events of the first half of this story: Mastoria come back for one last attempt of daemonic incursion. And this leads me to explain as everyone, or someone will ask that one question.
How? How can a fallen sister of battle project herself psychically across the damned warp? My answer: sorcery, what else? And Slaanesh isn't known for giving up what it wants, vanity of extreme aside, I wouldn't doubt word has leaked among them for looking for a potential boon gifted by the Dark Prince. This isn't spoiling, it's just a pragmatic explanation for using complex rituals from Sorcerers to lock in someone who'd been tempted by the only known to willing fall. Sabathiel isn't the most overpowering and unmaintainable horror, but she's probably in reasonable assumption: a master seducer, a sly speaker to convert even the unwilling and fostering doubt for Chaos's influence is probably her most damning quality of terror.
In truth, I'm probably overthinking things as always and giving more to a lower-tier servant of Chaos. But who doesn't love a persistent enemy that makes you paranoid at night when they sleep? Daemons of Slannesh, I'd imagine your nightmares would be vacations in comparison to their thoughts of a good dream. So moving onto another topic on hand, the characters who shall be making more appearances and growing into their own. I can assure you all: Slithe is one interesting route I'll take considering in this present, it's almost comical who she reveres our Main Character.
Alicia will solidify herself as a future informant, warrior and whatever is required. But overall, the Kriegers will be expanded further personality wise and maybe throwing in some gangers would make a unique pallet of retinue fodder. So much I have in store, I have little time nowadays considering I work late at night and nearly six days a week relentlessly. Either way, I'm hoping this story stood out more than most in actually...having characters drive this course forward while battling the horrors of cosmic forces.
Leave a review, until next time and stay safe as always.
