While the Vraksian scouts were away Montresor had two things he needed to do personally; one was to sanctify their new forward operating command post with the dark powers of Chaos, insignias needed to be drawn, runes needed to be created on the inside of the building to mask it from the prying eyes of the public. To everyone else the structure would appear to be boarded up and long abandoned, to other Warp sensitive or Chaos warriors it would become a beacon for them.
The second thing was perhaps the most important thing to the cause he was currently servicing, the fate of the missions success relied entirely on… him going to the library.
All jokes aside it was actually a very important thing for him to do, to cut down on time and resources it would be easier to just find whatever maps of the city there were and steal them, civilizations such as this one wouldn't notice or care that something like that would go missing, the thought of a Chaos incursion to civilizations that have never ventured off their own worlds would never cross the minds of their leaders.
'Almost too easy.' He thought to himself in glee.
Without those corpse worshipping dogs around or any other xenos running about planetary takeovers were substantially easier, no one would be any the wiser.
There was however much more to the library, he wanted to find the history sections, the planet's history would greatly help Chaos Undivided find what it was looking for. The truth was that while taking the planet and souls was usually the reason for their presence this one was not, there was something far more valuable was on Remnant, more than just souls or this "Dust" of theirs.
Montresor knew however his appearance was… for lack of a better term nightmare inducing, so he had to use his powers to mask himself again, this time however he'd use his old self's image.
With dark chanting and a slit of his palm to draw his own blood needed for a sacrifice, the dark sorcerer went through a change; his skin while it was still fair underneath his mask began to gain its natural pink color back, his armor molded to a black leather jacket and blue denim jeans to hide amongst the planet's populace, his eyes no longer glowed blueish pink but instead a more natural blue, his hair turned back to its natural brown instead of void dark blue.
Montresor cracked his neck groaning in relief as his transformation was complete. Out of his own curiosity of his looks the sorcerer took a look in a mirror that was clean; and by Tzeentch was he satisfied.
"I never remember looking this good." He purred doing a turnaround in the mirror, "I should use this spell more often!"
Chuckling darkly he pulled out a pair of glasses and set them on the bridge of his nose, "Time to see how well this works."
The streets of Vale in the poorer quarter where the command post was located were dirty and unsightly, no one would walk around after dark, crime was ramped as the poverty that plagued the denizens. Where Montresor was currently walking was the polar opposite; business flourished, people were employed, and walked the streets freely to go about their business.
He'd occasionally look towards the store windows and see multitudes of merchandise; Dust, weapons, food, clothing, toys, furniture. This place was a paradise.
For now.
Already he had devious thoughts and intentions for these businesses, oh how he couldn't wait to see them all burn, bodies of innocent and guilty littering the streets… a sanctuary world for Chaos.
But those were plans for another time, the library was calling him… accept he had no frakking clue where it was… oh well, just need to ask somebody.
A smile crossed his face once spotting a somebody, "Excuse me miss," He said to a redheaded woman that was texting on a scroll, "do you know where the local library is? I'm afraid I'm rather new here."
The woman looked up and felt her jaw drop upon seeing Montresor's old form, " Oh um… its, uh down that street and uhhh, t-two blocks to the left."
Another smiled crossed the sorcerer's face as her stared into the woman's eyes, "Thank you pretty youth, perhaps our paths shall cross again?"
The woman's face turned a bright shade of red as she stammered, "Well, I can go with you to the library, I'm not doing anything right now!"
Montresor held his elbow out for the red head to wrap her arm around, "At your lead." He said in an alluring fashion.
She took his offered arm and began to lead him towards the library.
The wicked sorcerer chuckled internally, while he may have good enough looks he'd still use his Warp magic any day to sublimity lure potential sacrifices into his grasps.
It was cheap, but so was the girl's life.
The poor girl, she had no idea what she was in for.
"My name's Erica Roja, what's your name?" She said rosy faced, completely underneath his spell.
He looked down at the entranced girl with eyes that bore into her soul, "Montresor, Montresor Armontailldo de Cakius."
In mere minutes the two made it to the library, it wasn't anything too grand in Montresor's perspective, there were certainly larger gothic libraries, hell, this one had no gothic accents to it at all. Rather plain looking, but it'll do.
"Now my pretty youth, stay in this café for a while, I'll be back in little under an hour. Can you be a good girl for me?" He asked holding her chin, speaking with a silky tone.
She closed her eyes listening to his voice," Yes~"
Chuckling darkly he kissed her on the cheek, "Til I return, my pretty youth~"
'What an impressionable lamb,' He thought leaving her by a table; the girl had sat down and stared at him with starry hopeful eyes stuck within a fabricated dream that put her in some sort of romance story. How he was going to enjoy crushing her hopes and dreams of romance, no matter how pretty she was.
Humming a tune to himself, the Champion of Tzeentch ran his finger across the bookshelves as he browsed for the history section. So many books they had about their trivial wars, so far only a few worth mentioning, if only they truly knew the fullest extent a war could be fought.
Ignorant beings.
"Ah, here you are." He pulled the large book from the shelf and blew off a layer of dust and grime, "The History of Remnant."
The book itself was nothing special; it had a cover of all the continents and islands displayed, the name Schnee was on it but the first name was scratched off. But he was certain that it would be a good start; he summoned a black backpack into his hands and started shoving numerous other world history volumes until the shelf was empty.
He said one word and the bag disappeared back into through the Warp and into the command post, but before he could take his leave another evil thought crossed his mind, 'Perhaps I should torch this place… someone might actually find it strange that all of the history books are absent, it would be a good way to make sure, and why not? It's all in good fun after all? I'm sure there are more libraries.'
Putting little concentration into his power he drew a spark of Warp flames into his palms, a spark that grew into a small fireball. When he first entered the building he noticed there weren't many witnesses around, even the librarian was asleep at his post. Perfect.
Montresor tossed the ball of flames lazily behind him as he walked away; the ball of fire spread across the floor at an alarming speed, its hungry flames razed the bookshelves and their contents with ease.
"Come along now my pretty," He said to the dazed girl pulling her away from the table, "we have somewhere to be."
"Ooooooh…." She said watching the fire in the library grow, "pretty…"
"Yes," Montresor chuckled darkly, "It'd be nice if the whole town looked like that. Perhaps it shall in time."
To the sorcerer's surprise the girl squeezed his hand, "Can it? Can it please!? This whole city should burn!" She asked with eyes filled with destructive lust.
"Hmmm," He thought darkly, "Perhaps you would be better suited as a cultist instead of a sacrifice, wouldn't you say?"
Erica responded by nuzzling her nose against his neck, "I'd love it! I'll do what ever you want! Just let this whole town burn!"
The sorcerer pulled her closer whispering in her ear, "Then I'll make this whole planet sparks for you my pretty youth, I'll take good care of you for now on." He whispered with a light growl kissing her lips. Now that he was closer to the girl he could sense something within her, analyzing her mind further he found a laundry list of crimes and pain, she was apparently wanted in a place name Atlas for thirteen murders by poisoning. What a catch Montresor found.
An hour later inside of the Chaos hideout Montresor stumbled upon the Vraksian scouts making dinner, out of some Faunus. They took immediate notice of the girl.
"Who goes there?!" The Enforcer asked with an unsheathed knife pointing it threatening at the duo.
Montresor snapped his fingers once lazily and immediately returned to his usual form, "It is me Enforcer, and my escort. This is Erica Roja, a new member of our cult."
"Hi!" The girl said waving at the murderous soldiers of Chaos with a toothy grin.
The soldiers looked at each other with confusion, "What?"
"She's mine. Let's put it at that."
Montresor took the girls hand and lead her away from the gore and warriors, "Bye!"
For a moment the Khornate cultists looked at each other in confusion before shrugging, "Okay then… let's eat."
Erica hummed happily swinging her and Montresor's hand around, "Your friends seem nice!"
"Hehehe, that's one way to describe them," Montresor stared into her eyes and began to lift his enchantment on her, if she was going to join she'd join on her own accord, the bond with the patron God is stronger when done willingly, "Would you like to see my lord Tzeentch's power? His power to change whole worlds in a flash?"
The woman blinked for several seconds before a sinister smile formed on her face, "Yes," Erica said walking her fingers up his armored chest plate, "then something else."
Warp energy began to glow heavily in Montresor's eyes, "As you wish, my pretty youth~"
This was nothing special, just a little peak into what the Chaos scouts were doing. It seems like Montresor has found himself a nice psychopath to hang around with, lucky him. But what of our dark heroes? Tune in next time.
