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Side tracked she caught sight of a green beam hitting the ground. She remember that event, the last time a similar light had done so.

She flew straight up heading for orbit. Whether or not it was the same light, she would make sure it shone no more.

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What was that? He though, coming to a halt.

A daemon, and so nearby.

With a strain of his mind, the daemon dwelling within him calls out to the stranger, as Tarkus again moves foward towards the source.

"What?"

"You, you have lost something dear I guess, I can bring....her....back for, the blackness with the signing of a contract."

Syrath offers a massive hand to Tarkus, a gigantic taloned claw;

"Don't worry, I'm a doctor,"

"Yes, yes!"

Tarkus says, stepping foward.

"At what price, daemon?"

"Your loyalty, utter, unbyding loyalty to me and me alone, Tarkus chosen of Chaos. Bring her, and then you shall sign a blood signature to prove your loyalty to me, my friend and soon to be servant."

The Daemon smirks, as a burning parchment of paper appears in the air above Syrath's massive claw, flexing the talons to cause the fire to disperse from around it before handing it to Tarkus.

Once in orbit she flew for the source; a familiar looking ship. The one she had arrived on, its hull a twisted abomination. She burst through the side of it and began to head for the engines. Twisted mockaries of the crew were cut down by the dozen as she reached her target. Her light now beginning to grow dim, she thrust her sword into the engine. No longer possessing even enough strength to pull it back out she fell to her knees; blood began to seep out from the corner of her mouth once more.

Her lifeless body retained this pose for the last few moments of the ship's existence. Its warp drive compromised roared violently, ripping itself out of place and making the jump alone. Tearing the space surrounding it as it did so. The ship now sundered in two was quickly engulfed in the fires of its exploding plasma reactors; leaving nothing but a faint glow in the sky.

"Of course, of course."

He says, a fanged grin on his face. Partchment in one hand and axe in the other, he breaks into a sprint.

"I'l be back in a minute."

++A minute later++

"Here"

He says placing Atris' pale body onto the ground, as he places the palm of his hand to the parchment, leaving an ashen mark.

"DO IT DAEMON, DO IT NOW."

"Exellent."

Syrath turned to view the broken and desolate building behind him, burnt out ruins. He raised both his giant claws and chanted a few Daemonic words, a shudder reduced some of the wrecks to rubble as spires of obsidian rock sprouted up from the group, scraping the skies as a pit of flaming blood emerged in the centre was formed.

I walk through the ash wastes. The sun beats down hard here. I'm seriously regreating leaving the hospital. What was I thinking! I pause as a howl spreads other the waste, surely that can't be human or animal, it so unnatural, my curiosity gets the better of me and I head towards the noise. I drop as I find the source, a daemon. Why would he give out a cry of pain is he hurt? I search his body yet I can't find any wounds. I decided to lie still and observe as a second daemon materializes. I'm cursing at my bad luck, hopefully they're too preocupied to notice me. I pick myself up slowly and begin moving away from the scene, using some of my power to mask my presence though I'm not sure what affect that will have on daemons.

With a grunt, Tarkus picks up the limp form of Atris, and takes her over to the newly formed pit of blood, alight with unholy flames.

"Now what, daemon?"

Syrath takes the girl and drops her into the pit, the two watch as her prone form sinks into the burning pit. Syrath draws a gem encrusted knife and takes the palm of Tarkus and speaks in an ancient and hollow Daemonic tongue in a now booming voice;

"Blood of the beloved, willingly taken."

Syrath thrusts the knife across the mans palm, and takes the blooded knife to the pit, he taps the blood causing the blood drops to mix with the contents of the burning pit and turns away, he places the blade to his own palm and sneers;

"Blood of the master, given to the dead."


The multi-coloured blood pours into the pit, mixing and mingling with the burning contents of the pit, the Greater Daemon pulled away with Tarkus as the pit unleashed a bolt of energy into the air, it explodes as a screaming figure emerges from the pit, drenched in blood...

"I am in your debt, daemon."

Tarkus mutters, turning to the pool of blood. Throwing his axe to the ground, he kneels besides the screaming form of Atris.

"Atris?"

So who is gonna play Atris?

Turning momentarily back to the hulking Daemon, Tarkus places the blood-stained palm of his hand to the flaming parchment, before tossing it back to Syrath.

"We did have a deal daemon."

I turn as a gut wrenching crack fills the air behind me. My curiosity gets the better of me again, I bite back my fear and head back to my vantage point. I watch as the winged daemon summons an obsidion temple, the first brings the body of a dead guardswomen, and chucks it into the pit. What is he doing some sort of ritual to his gods? Whatever it is I know I shouldn't be here. I turn to leave again but a screaming blood soaked figure emerges from the pool. I remain rooted to the spot. I feel my fear take over again, my urge to survive. I force myself to leave. I pause as I send a few rocks down the hill of my vantage point. They clatter down dangerously loud to my ears. What have you done this time Calam? I remain rooted to the spot again, through fear rather than my curiosity. Did they hear?

"Good choice Tarkus, enjoy your prize, though remember, she may be a tad upset about being partially bound with me."

Syrath pulls away his cloak to reveal a hole in his flesh, snakes and insects pouring from the rotting flesh as Syath recovered the hole. He lifted a talon to point to the newly borne symbols of Syrath appearing on the arms of both the girl and Tarkus. Syrath's eyes widen as rocks clatter and fall as he turns to see a woman stalking away, he smirks as he rises into the air and crashes down before her;

"Why hello there!"

Gak, seems like they did her you Calam, well done. I look up at the daemon a smile on my face. "Erm, hellp there. I was just leaving, now excuse me" I say as I try to run past the daemon, my leg screaming in protest.

Syrath grabs the girl and dangles her in his talons, lifting her eye to eye with his four heads, each speaking as legion to the tiny mortal;

"Not so fast, Calam. I think trespasing counts as a crime in my not so humble opinion, Tarkus, gut her."

"Tarkus?" I squirm in his grasp turning to get another look at the other daemon. Sure enough it is Tarkus.
"Long time no see eh, Tark?" I let out a fake laugh "So what you been doing recentley and why are you here?"

"Ah hello Calam, havn't seen you in a while. So, how are you?"

Says Tarkus, moving in quickly, raising his jagged axe millemetres from the woman's nervous face.

"Syrath, do I kill her or not?"

"She will decide, Calam, I give you one option, serve me or well, Tarkus's axe will settle the dispute."

Syrath's heads stare down on the struggling girl, each smiling and sneering at the sight of her fear......

Gareva saw what was happening in the wastes seeing the Daemon and the other chaos slave captured the woman he was tracking.
"Ah that is mine. Can I have it back!" Gareva said walking up to the Daemon and Tarkus.

"I apologise Gavera, but the girl is making a choice right now, and I will be the decider of who she goes too."

"No we haven't seen each other in awhile it was in that arena wasn't it? I'm fine also thanks I might have a broken leg and my mind hurts like hell, but other than that I'm fine. How are you?" I turn to the bird daemon. "Serve you how?"

Drat sorry. Tried to edit my post and pressed wrong button

"As one of my warriors, an aspirant or a champion, it is your decision Calum but it if not, Gavera and Tarkus's will have you as a pet for some time, and like all dog chew toys end up as, well you know what."

Gareva looked into the beast's eyes, his wings came from his back and he flew up to the beast.
"Look I have followed this meat and have found it here!" Gareva said getting his weapons ready.

"She could be valuable, otherwise she is yours for the taking my friend, now be patient!"

"That does not make it yours, Slaaneshi."

Mutters Tarkus, turning his head towards the newcomer.

"Gareva! You again."

I groan at the predictament I've got myself into, neither of the options look appealing but what choice do I have? I smile though it seems fake given my current situation. I gulp at what I am about to do. " Okay, okay, I'll sign." I mutter, its barely audiable my earlier hope now gone, I know that I've lost.