The Witch of Envy released her Unseen Hands towards the commissar. Forschner shook away at the incoming "hands".

"I will not be yours, daemon!"

The witch scoffed.

"You can struggle, but the end result is the same. You die and become mine, or you live and become mine. It is your choice. Frankly, I do not take pleasure in pain like some freak. I promise to kill you nice and painlessly, even if you were to chose death."

One word caught Forschner's attention, death.

"You said," Forschner interjected, waving away the Unseen Hands, "That I suddenly appeared. How many times did I appear?"

The witch made a strange face.

"How many times? What do you mean by that?"

Forschner smiled, regaining his usual bravado.

"I don't like your games, Viktor. I am not my master. Riddles and games do not amuse me."

Forschner reached into his pocket and made sure of the content.

"What if..." he spoke in a calm voice, "I swear my allegiance to another, for example, the angry god?"

The witch's expression twitched. Her "hands" began to move violently. Forschner removed the safety pin and raised the krak grenade. The Unseen Hand stop his arm. The witch sighed.

"Really, Viktor? That is your plan?"

Entangled by the Hands, Forschner was raised into the air.

"Granted, I realized that you weren't going to quit this easily, but did you really think that will kill me?"

Forschner made a bitter face.

"It was worth a try," he spat.

The witch shook her head and gestured at the cultists outside. In a moment, several cultists walked into, dragging a body by his arms. Forschner's eyes grew wider.

"Hello, sir. Didn't think I'd meet you again," said the body. His carapace armour was in tatters, and his blonde hair was soaked with red.

The injured Lexandros was tossed before Satella. With her numerous Hands, she raised Lexandros into the air as well.

"You were pathetic with the grenade, sir. It was supposed to be a bloody surprise. I know they don't teach ambushes where you went to school, but that was awful."

Lexandros joked as he coughed up blood. Even as he groaned, he managed to laugh at his own jokes.

"Now Viktor, say again what you planned to do. Please the Angry God?"

With that last statement, Lexandros began to scream. The Unseen Hands twisted his left arm and slowly pulled it off his body in a grueling manner.

"AaarrggghhhHH! OH DEAR EMPEROR OF MANKIND! FRAK!"

There was a gush of blood and a loud pop noise as his arm was pulled off.

"DEAR EMPEROR! AaaggHHH!"

The witch turned to Forschner, who tried to maintain his stern expression.

"Now, please Viktor. I do not like to do this, but I won't let any other gods have you. Swear your soul to me."

Forschner did not turn his gaze from Lexandros. He ground his teeth in anger.

"No!"

"He has 3 more limbs and a head, and a liver, and you get what I am trying to say."

Lexandros let out a painful groan.

"I won't last that long, you unholy filthy!" he cursed at the witch, his fresh wound still gushing with blood.

"You won't get what you want, Satella!" Forschner screamed, still holding on to the grenade in one hand.

"I really don't want to do this to you, dear. But it does feel nice when you call me by my name."

Suddenly, they felt a presence by the gate. Forschner turned around, and he almost dropped the grenade.

"By the Golden Throne, curses to you abominations," the commissar cried bitterly.

Ram appeared, holding a head by her blue hair.

"That's one skull. Now on to the next."

Satella laughed menacingly. Forschner let out a cry as visions of Rem flashed in his mind.

"Still alive, I see. I guess the Angry God did favor you."

Ram glared at Forschner, burning with uncontrollable rage.

"If you are done with him, let me have him!"

Ram pointed her bloody blade towards the commissar who was floating in midair. Satella pulled him closer to her.

"He is mine. No one else can have him."

Ram darted towards Satella, her blade drawn towards her neck. Satella did not dodge or block. She allowed Ram to dive her blade into her collar. Gushing with blood, Satella simply smiled.

"You see, Viktor? No matter what you do, you cannot harm me."

Ram growled with terrible anger, her eyes glowing red.

"Oh dear, it looks like this might become troubling if I let her be."

Several Hands grabbed Ram and ripped her body into pieces of flesh in an instant, resulting a spray of blood. Even Forschner and Lexandros were not spared from such blast.

"Now swear your soul unto me, Viktor."

"You can not, commissar!" Lexandros screamed painfully.

Satella made an angry look and pulled his leg off. An echoing scream filled the room as another limb fell helplessly from Lexandros's body.

"Satella, I will swear!"

To Satella's surprise, Forschner yelled. All eyes were pointed at Forschner.

"Commissar! You can not! You heretic!"

"Silence."

Satella covered Lexandros's mouth with her Unseen Hand.

"Now, Viktor. Continue."

"I will swear to you my soul." Forschner groaned, "But under one condition."

Satella looked at the torn storm trooper.

"Oh he won't survive for long. It's probably better to put him out of his misery."

Lexandros twitched with what strength he had left.

"Nevermind him," said Forschner, "I want to hear your name."

Satella looked at the commissar strangely.

"It's Satella, Viktor. You already knew this."

Forschner shook his head.

"No. I remember a different name. The one I've heard abroad the Dawn Star before. Your true name. How can I serve you with my heart if I do not know your name?"

Satella giggled.

"Oh Viktor, you can not harm me, even with my true name known."

"Are you afraid that I will be able to harm you?" Forschner sneared. Satella cringed her face.

"Prideful, are we?"

"I was always prideful, witch. I simply changed the target of my pride from the Imperium to myself. I do not like the fact that you hold absolute control. Give me your name, and I shall swear my soul to your service."

Satella sank into thought.

"Hmmm. Fair enough. It's not like you can harm me anyway. But beware, for those who hear my name often tends to die a horrible death."

Satella whispered a name. Al'lestal'em'ai.

Lexandros began to twitch as blood ran down from his eyes and ears. Forschner watched in horror but did not make a sound. He awaited the same fate to overtake him, but nothing happened. Satella looked with eyes of bewilderment and made a menacing smile.

"Wow, Viktor. You are truly something. It makes me wonder what you really are..."

Forschner returned an equally menacing smile.

"I've won, Al'lestal'em'ai."

The ground shook. Satella grabbed her head and let out a deafening shriek. Laughters of Dark Gods were heard at the world became still. The creature stood, now a grotesque purple being with several hundreds of arms. The daemon, with his truly form unleashed, stared with hollow eyes at Forschner.

You fool. I gave you so many chances, all for you to throw it away like this. Forget it! I shall consume you after I chew away all your limbs.

Forschner began to laugh hysterically, but the confused yet determine daemon brought him closer towards its jaws.

"I just wanted to make sure, unholy fiend, that you gave me the right name."

The daemon paused. Its hollow eyes fixed on the upside down commissar.

"It's true that I cannot defeat you. But I do not have to."

He released his hand, followed by the sound of the spoon of the grenade hitting the floor.

"As I've said... I've won," Forschner declared with a grin.

With a thundering noise, the krak grenade went off, sending off a flash of light in the middle of the commissar's chest.

…...

A man in towering gold armour approached a building that appeared like a bar. He was an older male with short grey hair brushed to the side and a beard. He held a mechanized hammer in his right hand.

"This is the place," said Inquisitor Holtz.

"This place reeks of mutants and heretic scums," said Lexandros, standing next to the inquisitor in golden armour.

"Now, now. Let's not say that. One day, this world will also learn of the glory of the Emperor," said Holtz.

"I do not understand, my lord. This is an old, abandoned world, far from any civilized worlds. Why would anyone from the Imperial Guard-"

The man in gold armour stopped him.

"In High Gothic, Lexandros. I can't have my retinue speak in such low tongue."

"I apologize, my lord. Astra Militarum, let alone an officer of the Officio Prefectus, in this forsaken world, let alone a bar? It is not exemplary, at all."

The man in gold armour chuckled, his grey beard dancing as he laughed. He stroked his beard with his giant gloved hand.

"If my visions hold true, we shall meet him here. Otherwise, we have wasted our trip here. Now how often does my visions hold true, Lexandros?"

Lexandros stuttered for a bit.

"All the time, my lord."

The man laughed once more.

"Then hold faith in the Emperor and do as I say," said Inquisitor Holtz as stepped inside. He looked around in search of his target. A man with a long over coat and an officer's cap.

"You are finally here, just as I thought you would be. So the comet was actually your vessel, I presume," said the commissar, waving at the two. He was wearing his iconic overcoat with his hat on the table.

"Waiting, my lord? How did he-" Lexandros asked the inquisitor.

"There are more to this world that you can imagine, Lexandros," Holtz interrupted before Lexandros could finish.

The Inquisitor walked over to the commissar.

"Inquisitor Holtz. I have the true name of the abomination," Forschner said with a smile, "But you already knew all that, didn't you."

"I have foreseen it all through my visions. It is wonderful to finally meet you, my lord."

Forschner gave a confused look.

"My lord?" he repeated curiously.

Holtz smiled.

"Perhaps, you do not know everything yet. Come now, Master Forschner. The Grey Knights expect you."

"Grey Knights? I do not know what they are."

Holtz let out a booming laugh.

"Oh you will, sir. All in due time."

He gestured Forschner to follow him. Forschner got out of his chair and followed.

"Just one question, Inquisitor," said Forschner, putting his cap on.

Holtz turned curiously.

"Who told you that I'd get you the creature's name?" Forschner asked.

Holtz made a mysterious smile.

"You did, Lord Inquisitor," said Holtz, leaving Forschner stunned.

"Now come along. We must not keep the Grand Master waiting."

They continued to walk off towards the gate. Forschner saw the view of the capital one last time. The last couple of days have been a dreadful trial for the commissar. But for now, his task was done. Forschner put on a proud grin. Looking up in the sky, he saw the Emperor's glory flying above the orbit, ready to descend upon this lost world to claim it under His righteous name. However, Forschner knew in his heart. Evil has not been completely defeated, and the Dark Gods, reveling in their unholy design, continue to conspire their malicious ploy from the darkest depths of the Immaterium. His job is never done until their foul laughter is eternally silenced. A different trial awaits him, yet he was ever ready to serve his undying Lord anew, restarting life in another grim dark world... from zero.