Confessional Diary

After my meeting with the winding serpent, it was deemed my destiny to infiltrate the Inquisition in order to keep my world safe. The idea was that I could deflect any suspicious eyes away from my homeworld, thus allowing us to practice our profane beliefs and rituals without any interference. I was educated by private tutors with no true connection with the Imperial Cult, in a wide variety of fields, both cultural and professional. By the age of ten I was able to play the harp while having a keen understand of proper interrogation methods. When it was my time to begin my apprenticeship at the age of 16, I was already well ahead of others my age, a true prodigy as some would say. Fortunately my family had arranged for me to be taken under the wing by an old acquaintance of my mothers, Inquisitor Khopek. The two of them had gone to school together on our world, Inquisitor Khopek coming from a fairly wealthy merchant family and being sent there to study at one of the best ladies academies in the region. And thus began my formal Inquisitorial education under Inquisitor Khopek.

Tzeentch Agents

Trianna and the strange witch girl were currently resting in this world's wilderness. Not wanting to draw attention to themselves, they were doing their best to avoid population centers. The lack of water and green spiky plants were bad enough, but now they were also contending with the scorpions and tarantulas that had decided to come out now that the sun was down. Trianna was miserable beyond all belief right now, but in order to save her Craftworld and have her vengeance against Nathaniel, she had to do what her new master wanted. The strange living doll witch girl just kept staring at her with her lifeless glassy eyes.

"You are wondering how I became like this, aren't you?"

"That had crossed my mind, powerful mon-keigh psykers are not unheard of, especially ones that escaped the clumsy grasp of Imperial authorities, but I've never quite seen one like you." If her face wasn't completely motionless, Trianna could have just imagined her smirking.

"I was born on a feudal world; it was quite evident early on that I was a witch child. When the Blackship's of the Astra Telepathica came by, I was seized immediately, and I was very young at the time, too young to even remember my exact age. From what I picked up I was at least at mid level beta at least, possible venturing into alpha territory. Naturally, I freaked them out, and they even considered killing me then and there, but ultimately decided against it, believing that with the proper training I could be of great use to the Imperium, or if I was deemed too dangerous, given as a snack to the great psychic cadaver that they call Emperor. That ship was a never ending nightmare for me, it would be for any psyker, but for a little child it might have very well broken me before we ever got to Terra. Fortunately, fate intervened on my behalf, as if the Changer of Ways knew of me and had a grand plan for my future. A cabal of Thousand Sun sorcerers and their Rubric Marines ambushed the ship while it was stationed above another world, seeking to acquire that worlds psykers. They killed the crew, and saved us all from that nightmare. They took us on as cultists, though the sorcerers took a greater liking to me more than the others. More than once they lamented the fact that I was a girl and not a boy, otherwise I would be a prime candidate to join their ranks as a Thousand Sun Sorcerer. The idea of using sorcery to change my gender was brought up, but they received a vision warning them against that, apparently there were bigger plans for me. As time went on and I grew in power and skill, while my fellow cultists, expired, either degenerating into mindless beasts, falling in battler, or displeasing our masters. But serving the Lord of Change does not come without drawbacks, and while I was quite strong and able to keep myself stable, I was gifted with many mutations for faithfully and skillfully serving my God. It was my dream to ascend to the rank of Daemon Princess, but to do that I would need more acts of great infamy. So with the aid of the Thousand Sun Sorcerers, we descended upon a mostly undefended shrine world dedicated to St. Beatrice. We quickly dealt with the PDF and ecclesial forces, including a small contingent of Sisters of Battle and began our great ritual. From my studies of the Thousand Son texts, including some pieces of Rubric of Ahriman, I thought that I could enact a more complete ritual, free from its flaws. And in many ways, by offering up the entire world population in the ritual I received this stable and unchanging body, as well as greatly increasing my psychic power. This body you see is little more than a container for my powerful essence. Or a cocoon for my true self, when the time is right, I shall emerge as a full pledged Daemon Princess."

"What happened to the Cabal?"

"After the ritual I was unconscious for awhile. A group of Space Marines from the Angels of Vengeance descended upon us and destroyed us all of my friends. When I finally awoke I was all alone. For the past hundred years I have been traveling, fulfilling my masters will and enacting my vengeance upon the servants of the Emperor. The Inquisition has placed me in the same category as the Apex Twins, though I highly doubt those two brats come anywhere close to my greatness."

"If you are so great, than why are we chasing after this boy?"

"One of my many abilities is to devour the souls of psykers, increasing my power and leaving nothing more than a lifeless doll in their place. The absorption of this boy may very well fuel my apotheosis to daemon princess, or at least speed me along the way by gaining the favor of my lord. This boy has an ability that we have never seen before, but he lacks the skill and discipline necessary to handle it, each time he uses his powers, he mutates even more. I need to absorb him before he loses complete control and degenerates."

"Does he know about this?"

"No, we're stringing him along, he has no idea he is just one sacrifice in a much bigger plan. Soon, nothing will stand in my way, and I will reach heights of unimagined power."

"And they say we Eldar have huge egos."

"Aren't you only half Eldar?"

Trianna became quite enraged at this. "Who told you that?"

"Surely you don't believe that I would work with you without learning about you first. And I don't see why that upsets you so much; it's that human blood that allowed you to see what your pure brethren could not, that no matter what your race is doomed. So, you entered into a pact with our dear Changer of Ways to give you and your Craftworld some hope for the future. I can only imagine what wondrous plans our Master has for you and your Craftworld."

"No matter what, we shall remain Eldar." Trianna gets the feeling that the living doll is smiling at her.

"Keep telling yourself that, whatever helps you sleep at night."

And with that thought in her head, Trianna goes into a very uneasy sleep.

Hezekiah

Hezekiah was enjoying himself, sitting down for dinner with the rancher, his family, and the field hands. The girl Ruth had told them that she found him wandering around dazed and confused, and that he had no memory of how he got there. A necessary lie at this point, as they would undoubtedly not believe a single word of the truth, even if he told them. Most of the field hands looked pretty normal, with the exception of one man, Ophiel. He was about seven feet eight inches with a massive build that he had never seen before, like he wasn't truly human. Like Hezekiah they found him wandering outside of their property.

After dinner, Ruth took him outside, leading him to the top of a hill so that they could look at the stars together. From the top of the hill, they could also see the herd grazing below.

"It's really beautiful out here, very peaceful." Hezekiah tries to get a conversation started.

"It is, though I'm not really happy with life here."

"Why, you have a happy and successful family, plenty of property, and a secure future."

"True, but that doesn't matter, I don't approve of the way my family makes a living, it isn't right."

"You don't like being a cattle rancher?"

"No, it isn't right, we raise them, take care of them, and then we butcher them."

"What about your family, they love you."

"You only saw one dinner, my family doesn't care about me, and they only care about the ranch. Those steer and cows are more of a family to me than my so called human family."

Ruth was starting to creep Hezekiah out, and this was coming from the guy with a voice in his head that had him warp reality against his will. She now had a crazy look in her eye. "Your family has a very important job, the cattle keeps us and the Space Marines fed, if what we did displeased the Emperor, wouldn't someone tell us."

"What if I told you that I don't believe in the Emperor anymore?"

"Why are you telling me this heresy?"

"Because I believe I can trust you, there's something different about you, I can tell, there's more to you that what meets the eye."

"This girl is a keeper, I like her." Hezekiah could hear the voice in his head again.

"You know what I wish, I wish that the positions were reversed, that the herd would be able to decide their own fate, they can't do any worse than my family."

"Hahahahahahah, I really like this girl, why don't we make her dream comes true."

"Nooooooooo", but it was too late, his powers had been activated and a whirling vortex had descended upon the area, instead of being teleported away, Hezekiah blacked out.

When he awakes a few hours later, he beholds a horrific sight; the cattle had become bipedal bull men, and had gone on a rampage. From the distance he could see the family and the ranch hands being butchered and their flesh devoured by these bull men, Ruth was in tears next to him.

"This isn't what I wanted, bovines are gentle and peaceful creatures, but these are nothing more than bloodthirsty monsters."

"Well kid, you really need to be careful what you wish for. One thing I hope you realize about sentient beings is that unlike animals, they are deliberately cruel, petty, and malicious. By giving them these monstrous forms and sentience, you unleashed their true natures upon your fellow man. It's funny, when man isn't being monstrous to his fellow man; he creates something even more monstrous. Never assume that animals are somehow superior to humans, they are just too stupid to know right from wrong."

Both Hezekiah and Ruth look around to see Ophiel standing behind them, with a brooding look on his face.

"Who are you, really?"

"I am an angel that fell from heaven, and now I am condemned to wander this galaxy fulfilling the whims of my infernal masters. It's funny, by my reckoning me and my brothers were thrown into the warp 10,000 years ago, but the God's have only now deemed it necessary to return me to the physical realm."

"One god actually, Tzeentch needs you as an escort for this boy."

"Well, if that's the case we better get going."

"You can hear the daemon voice in my head!"

"Of course, he was talking to me directly, you were just eavesdropping."

"What is going on here, what are you two, and what's with this daemon voices, and why did you create such monsters." Ruth is in hysterics right now.

"Take her with us, she has caught my interest, she could be of use."

Ophiel picks them both up, flips them over his shoulders, and heads out. Ruth is still in tears, desperately hitting the giant of a man, while Hezekiah has resigned himself to his fate.

Angels of Vengeance

Chapter master Ariel of the Angels of Vengeance was in a foul mood. The campaign against the Orks was going well, but something was still nagging at the back of his head. Ever since he got word of an Inquisitor on his world, he had been on edge. His current order was to stand down and let her chase her quarry, hoping that once she got him she would leave the world without snooping around too much. Just because she was an Inquisitor, didn't mean she had any right to set foot on a world controlled by the Space Marines, especially a chapter connected to the Dark Angels. If she wasn't too careful, she might be forced to face an early retirement, at the receiving end of his bolt pistol.

Right as he was thinking this, Captain Mammon of the Angels of Vengeance Second Company came in. "My lord, I have bad news."

"Don't tell me that the Inquisitor found did something to really offend me, other than stepping on my toes and running around on my world."

"Well, Captain Zebediah of the Scout Company discovered some Dark Angels armor from the 31st Millennium on our world, recently discarded."

"Are you telling me that one of the Fallen has landed on our homeworld that currently has an Inquisitor gallivanting about?"

"Yes."

"You will leave immediately, take the second company and hunt down this Fallen. Have Zebediah do his best to slow down the Inquisitor, but tell him not to harm her or her minions."

"And what if she discovers the Fallen?"

"If she learns too much, dispose of her, leave no survivors."

Evangeline

Evangeline was still wandering around the town, taking in the warped architecture and it's now damned citizens. Words couldn't begin to describe the pitiful fate that befallen the people of this town, each mutation appeared to be unique and monstrous in its own way. She was having the Storm Troopers and Sisters rally what citizens they could find into the middle of town, despite their altered states, they still appeared to have their minds intact. Some of the more memorable freaks were a young couple of levels fused together during the middle of a kiss, a man who now appeared to be made out of living rubber, a mother who had had all of her children trapped inside of her and was now a large writhing mass, a gunslinger who had fused with his horse, and a myriad of other abominations. She had finally reached her destination, the building that her astropath had told her would be the source of this abomination. She entered the saloon to see what could easily have been the strangest sight yet; all the furniture was suspended in the air with a bluish tint to the air. She ordered the Sisters with her to scan the building, some going upstairs and some into the saloon, looking for survivors. Evangeline decided to check behind the counter where she discovered the owner fused to the floor groaning in pain.

She pulls out her inferno pistol and puts it to his head. "Who did this?" She asks.

The man painfully answers her, "A boy from the hills, he came down here with a ton of money, we don't ask questions here, he seemed harmless enough."

"I wouldn't exactly call this harmless."

"He had brown hair, hazel eyes, and was about ten years old, he seemed fixated on his left hand, doing his best to hide it from us as much as possible, now please, kill me."

"May the Emperor grant you peace upon your death" With that she pulls the trigger and kills him. She looks up to see one of the sisters vomiting over the balcony, another sister with a disgusted look standing next to her.

"Inquisitor, apparently these upper levels were a brothel, you don't want to come up here, it's worse than the rest of town."

"Come on down, we are done here." She turns to the sisters amongst the tables. "Have you found anyone yet?"

"Kind of Inquisitor", the Sister lifts up a stack of playing cards with what appears to be horrified people on them, screaming with no one to hear them.

"Dispose of them, and set fire to this entire town, grand the Emperor's peace to all these poor souls.

Two hours later and the Inquisitor and her army were off into the setting sun, leaving nothing behind but ash and shattered dreams. She only had one terrified astropath and penitent witch to give them any clue about where they need to go next. She had decided to put out a call to towns and cities to report to her if they spotted anything weird. With any luck she wouldn't have to deal with any space marines. This was going to be a long hunt.