(Sorry or the late update, these past few months have been crazy for me, I see that the readership for this story isn't as high as the others, I figured as much, it's a different style with different characters, but I am sure readership will pick up in the long run. As you can see Evangeline is a very different Inquisitor from Nathaniel, though that has been hinted at from their first encounter. I hope you all enjoy this story and once again I am open to suggestions and reviews, all constructive criticism is welcome.)

Confessional Diary

When a girl reaches the age of five, they were brought forth to make a bond with our benefactor. She dwelled within a secret chamber deep underneath the governor's palace. She had been summoned into this chamber by her cultists; it was a permanent portal to the warp. As you traveled deeper into towards that chamber, reality began to distort. The hallways started to twist and turn as a deep and intoxicating perfume filled the air. The halls were lightly lit with white and pink lights. These tunnels also served as the home of the women who had completely dedicated themselves to Slaanesh and her servant, overtime slowly losing their humanity before becoming daemonettes. The chamber itself was a large cavern, decorated like some ancient harem. The daemon itself was a Keeper of Secrets, designed by her master when it was in a completely feminine mood. The daemon known as the Maiden on Liberation was tall, beautiful, and terrible. She was a nine foot tall humanoid, with dark black eyes that stared into your very soul, razor sharp fangs, purple hair that reached her clawed feet, an inhumanly beautiful figure, with a four limbs, two with long elegant hands and two with razor sharp claws. I was thrown into the room alone to meet with the daemon, as was tradition. Moving quickly the daemon lifted me up off the ground, turned me over, lifted up the back of my shirt and carved the Mark of Slaanesh into my back. I still remember her words to me. "None but a true follower of Slaanesh will be able to see this mark, but it will mark you as a daughter of the Prince of Pleasure for all time. I see great potential in you young one, you will be trained and you will infiltrate the Inquisition. From within you will be able to protect this world from the attentions of the Inquisition. Perform well in this task, and rewards and pleasures beyond imaging will be yours." After that she put me down and ushered me out of the room. "I look forward to our next meeting little one." She said. Not a day goes by that I do no pray for my soul, that the Emperor shall save it from my preordained damnation upon my death.

Hezekiah

Hezekiah landed in the dirt, far away from the town. After unleashing havoc upon the town he was teleported out of there, now he had no idea where he was, except that it was far away from the trouble he had caused. He looked around, surrounded by cattle, apparently he had landed in rancher country. He looked down at his hand to see the eye still there, his fingers were now quite clearly talons and his hand was completely dark blue, with what appeared to be small feather covering it. He quickly pulled out his work glove and pulled it over his hand, this was proving to be a problem.

"Well that was fun boy, but I am afraid that we need to move along. An Inquisitor has landed upon this world and she knows what you have done to your family, and she isn't happy. The mess you've made of that town definitely won't change her opinion.

"You're the one who has done all of these things, not me."

"The power is yours, I merely push you along, but you must hurry. The Inquisitor is bad enough, but soon we could have space marines to deal with. My agents have come to this planet, though they are all the way on the other side, you will need to meet up in the middle. Look for the Eldar Farseer and the child in the blue cloaks."

"What's a Farseer?"

"A xenos witch, a promising new recruit to the cause of me and my master, much like you. The child is actually one of my oldest agents, a child who has become a living doll with terrifying abilities. Inquisitorial authorities have labeled her as the Toy Master."

"I never agreed to join your cause."

"Boy, what other choice do you have at this point?"

"Hey, why are you talking to yourself?" Nathaniel looked up to see a young girl his age looking at him; she was wearing work clothes and was carrying a rope. "Are you some crazy person who lost his way?"

"I guess you could say that I am?"

"Well pick yourself up, I need to take you to the ranch and let my parents decide what to do with you."

Nathaniel puts a smile on his face and goes with her, hoping that some good will come from this.

Meanwhile on the other side of the planet, two cloaked figures emerge from the webway and begin their search. One is tall and lithe, while the other is the size of a human child.

"I have to thank you for the lift Eldar, webway travel is much faster and more efficient than hitching a ride on a freighter." The small cloaked figure says to the tall one.

"Let's get this over with and find this boy, I am going to have a hard enough time explaining to my Craftworld how I lost fifty guardians and two warlocks on this little excursion." The tall figure replied

"They're sacrifice went to a noble cause, besides, thanks to you I know have 52 new Eldar models." The girl reaches into the satchel under her cloak and pulls out a lead Eldar figurine, one of Trianna's ill fated bodyguards. Trianna could still sense the 52 souls now trapped inside of their lead prisons. "I wouldn't complain too much, after all I am the one making your revenge against that Inquisitor possible, on our masters orders, so just shut up, we have a job to do." The girl pulls back her hood to reveal an unnaturally youthful face, like living porcelain. Her long black hair had a blue ribbon in it, her face trapped in a eerie smile with unblinking dark blue eyes. Her two cheeks had red circles painted on them, with her overall skin tone being an unnatural porcelain. Trianna wished that she would keep the hood over her head, the girl creeped her out.

"I am still impressed that you managed to find a young female Inquisitor from New Tian to seduce Nathaniel, luck has really been on our side."

The girl lets out an eerie hollow wrath. "You of all people should know that there is no such thing as luck or coincidence, everything happens for a reason, the Changer of Ways guarantees it. You can see the future; our master can bend it to his will."

Trianna feels a pit in her stomach at the mention of Tzeentch as her master. As if sensing her discomfort, the girl continues.

"There is no going back now, in order to gain vengeance for yourself and salvation for your Craftworld; you willingly entered into a pact with the Changer of Ways. Soon, not a single soul on your Craftworld will ever fear Slaanesh or its daemons ever again."

Evangeline

Evangeline was relaxing in the Inquisitor's personal Chimera, this amazing feat was accomplished by the Inquisitor's demands for personal comfort and luxury befitting her station. The area normally assigned for troop transport, had been converted into a luxury apartment. The floor was carpeted, there was an extensive wardrobe, the Inquisitor got her own queen sized bed and desk, there was even a chandelier. The Chimera had been modified with special shock to minimize bouncing. Maricris's section was far more modest, a cot and two containers underneath the cot, one holding her clothes and the other holding her books and data pads. Right now she was engrossed in an instruction manual for young Inquisitor's to be, Nathaniel Clarks, Methodology of an Inquisitor, Chapter 5, Deductive Reasoning. Unfortunately for Maricris, Evangeline decided to come over and look at what her apprentice was reading. She furiously rips it from her hand once she realizes what it is.

"You know, I really have no issues with you learning from outside sources, but I have to draw the line when it comes to this man and his rubbish."

"It isn't rubbish, it's educational, its proper investigative methods for a young Inquisitor."

"You don't need to get too detailed with your investigations, get word of a heretic, descend upon the planet with force, and purge anyone who looks at you funny, that's what we're doing right now."

"You just don't like it because it was written by Inquisitor Nathaniel Clark."

"You are right when I say what I don't like him or what he stands for, his methods are too slow, too many people are left unpurged, and he's a loose cannon who abuses his power, showing no respect for authority."

"Didn't you have a relationship with him once?"

"WE WENT ON ONE DATE, WE GOT DRUNK, HE GOT TO PHYSICAL, I LED HIM ON, THEN I CAME TO MY SENSES AND STABBED HIM IN THE LEG! That is all that happened. We were set up on that date by a mutual friend, Inquisitor Karras. And if you ever bring it up again you will wish I left you in that fishing village."

As she finishes, Evangeline gets a message on her vox-caster by her bed. "Lady Inquisitor, we have reached the town, there appears to be a blue swirling vortex around it."

Evangeline picks up her end. "Have the Stormtroopers and sister surround town, I want this place quarantined, nothing leaves once the vortex subsides. Tell my retinue to remain on standby, with the exception of Cassandra; I will need to consult with her after she consults with the Emperor's Tarot."

Fifteen minutes later Evangeline and Maricris are standing right next to the vortex with Canoness Kikyo. The astropath Cassandra, a withered and frail old women hobbles over to them with a grave look on her face.

"Cassandra, have you consulted the Emperor's Tarot like I asked?"

"Yes I have mistress, but I am afraid that our situation is very grave."

"Is that what the Tarot told you?"

"The Tarot didn't tell me anything, something has happened to my deck." She hands her deck over to Evangeline and Maricris. Both women react with shock, every card has been replaced with the image of a grinning marionette.

"So, the witch known as the Living Doll is on this world as well, our job has gotten far more complicated."

Right as she finishes the vortex subsides. They all turn to look into what was left of the town and are struck mute by what they see.