A Doomed One dwells on the past often. They have so much there. It was almost time for the Hand of Malal to become a fist, but he was remembering the sequence of events that had led to his damnation. His hard, simple life on Scylla, daily battling monsters for the good of the tribe, for protection and food. His deliverance at the hands of Caligula Helghast, Imperial Inquisitor. His life as an Interrogator. The murder of his master. His quest for vengeance. And the conclusion...
"Why do you do this, Kheléqui? Why do you persist so?" sneered his nemesis, an ugly man clearly mutated by chaos. His eyes were bloodshot yellow, his skin greyish, his filthy hair in black dreadlocks. His voice had an aggressive edge to it, words being spat from his mouth as though eager to leave. He was holding tightly to a bleeding stump where his hand had been removed, lying a good metre away still clutching his bulky pistol. Kheléqui was aiming his own sidearm at his head, a bloody sword in the other.
"To avenge my master, Caligula Helghast. For the Imperium and Inquisition. For the Emperor. For my home, Scylla. And for revenge," replied Kheléqui slowly, a cold and perfectly enunciated drawl.
"You fool! Scylla is dead! An exterminatus! All dead, down to the last man, woman and child!"
"Liar! Silence!"
"You are the last of your kind! Do you know who did it? Who it was who murdered your world? It's time to see where your loyalties lie, Kheléqui. Revenge indeed. You have no idea, do you?"
Despite himself, Kheléqui felt a morbid curiosity. "Speak, traitor!" he spat.
"Inquisitor Caligula Helghast," the man replied simply.
"Liar! Shut your mouth!"
"Check! Check your facts, Interrogator! An important lesson for an aspiring Inquisitor. He killed your world - it was tainted by chaos. The monsters there were more than just beasts, they were daemons. Most tribes served the Chaos Gods - yours was one of the few who deserved saving to him. But he saved only one man from a whole world; you. For Scylla? Scylla is dead! For Helghast? He killed it! For the Inquisition and Imperium? They sanctioned it! For the Emperor? He abandoned and betrayed you! That leaves only one thing; revenge. You're taking it out on the wrong people! You should be on my side, Kheléqui! Chaos is your only option!"
Kheléqui pulled the trigger.
He then tore off his cloak and the Inquisitorial brooch, shooting at it until it was no longer recognisable, his gun was empty and the ground was marked by the crushed stubs of shells that had missed.
The man could have been lying, but he had such malicious glee in his tainted eyes. Only the truth could give such a look.
Kheléqui screamed in anger. Everything he had ever stood for, gone in a few moments and words.
Thoughts of suicide flooded him, but he shook his head sadly.
No. He would have his revenge. None would be spared it. The Imperium. The Inquisition. The servants of dark chaos.
He would topple the Emperor from his throne. He would kill every warrior who stood in his way. He would destroy the chaos gods. He would leave nothing. Nothing.
Revenge. That was all that was left for him.
A voice rushed into his thoughts from his head where it had been waiting for some time. It spoke to him, offering him the power to do so, for this creature's goals and his were one. It was outcast, weak, shunned but feared by all. It offered more power than any other, but this was a master that did not lie to its servants - They had to willing chose total damnation to be granted the might.
"Yes...Yes... Yes! I care not for damnation and ruination! I am yours! Malal! Malal! MALAL!"
Doomed One Kheléqui threw aside his empty pistol - he had no need of it anymore.
"Malal..."