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Ten thousand woes, Ten thousand lies, Ten thousand poisons it thought as its sacrifices were ceremonially prepared on a dais, their contorted faces screaming the abhorrent fear they'd embraced. Ten thousand sons, Ten thousand ecstasies, Ten thousand years The cult knew little of the being they tempted, nor the calamity that was being cast. Ten thousand joys, Ten thousand pleasures, Ten thousand souls It writhed in its own perfect discordance as the strings and currents bowed knee to the poisoned being. The sundered veil..
Hakr crept low in the dank flesh tunnels of Ajax Infidel, the Flagship of his master, searching for the slaves he'd been hunting for the last three cycles. Originally subdecks used for slave pens, the flesh tunnels fell into disrepair as the warp flesh grew slowly, encroaching throughout the bowels of the flagship until nothing remained but the warp flesh. It was here that the master chose to send those who owed him allegience for training. All manner of warp-beasts and mutated slaves made refuge in the perverse maze of the flesh tunnels, where the sheer size of them allowing for an escapee to hide for weeks... provided they could survive.
Motionless Vesha stood, its arms bleeding with sorcerous text as the mantra's of the dark gods seared its flesh before vanishing like false prophesies. Vesha was the Veil Mortis, a honorary position within the ranks of the master, whose duties involved invocation of the daemon Ha'Kni'Azxj and reciting the ten thousand poisons. For this... Vesha was untrusted by his brothers as were all who summoned the Lord of Poisons. Vesha knew it was untrusted and it reveled the attention for where mortal eyes cast downcast looks, the Gods cast the power to cut their eyes out and sunder the veil. Vesha was despised by its brethren, they envied its connection to he dark gods themselves and cursed the day that it fell further than any being had ought to ever fall.
It is a bastard daemon.. I'd sell my soul to slay it thought Jaron as he shouldered aside Vesha, his pristine bolter hammering three times, each one hit its target with solid a THUD. The micro-explosions shredding apart three of Squad Khaym's targets, as screams of horror exploded from each corner and forgotten hall in the flesh tunnels with such a bone splitting decibel that Vesha's body shifted planes. Its daemonic essence contorting within the body as it pressed hard on the skin of Vesha, trying to break the wards. Hakr tensed and rose his bolter steadily at Vesha Fiend he thought as his armoured guantlet feeled the thick metal tooth. Vesha's body settled itself as it calmed the daemon within and released its woe into the flesh tunnels, the warp flesh turning a burning blue as it reacted to the discharge of psychic energy.
(Ooc) in progress
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