The Immaterium was like a Hab district. Every psyker was a citizen and the Gods of the realm, Khorne, Slaanesh, Tzeentch, Nurgle, and the other minor beings were like the gangs, bullying the citizens to expand their control. The streets were used by the ships of the material realm. Everything had a place; and it was Chaos. Treading the sidewalks was a danger and taking back alleys was a death sentence. You had to tread carefully or expose yourself to the gangs. Ryus always had a part of him hear, monitoring warp traffic. He had sensed that Raela made contact with another psyker who he presumed to be the Farseer, Lilliana, whom Korvel spoke of. He sensed Conrax warp jumping from ship to ship, personally inspecting each ship as the Chapter Master ordered. He sensed an influx of the voices of Slaanesh. They were calling out to him, enticing him. They were akin to sirens of the old Terran myth. They would lure you in with their song of promises then smite you while you sat helplessly.

Ryus sat aboard the Warpath Furnace, but it wasn't his ship. The walls slanted inwards at an odd angle and the ceiling felt too short. The floor also felt as if it were inclined, but everything betrayed the laws of nature and sat in place. This was his ship, but in the warp. He stood from where he was and the room distorted again. Forces of a primal evil were at work: the Primordial Annihilator, Chaos. The alluring voices were the first indicator of which being decided to single him out. He saw the androgynous forms of the denizens of Slaanesh, their purple-peach skin turning a deeper shade of purple due to some unseen light source. They beckoned him to join them, to romance them, to make them his only for the price of his soul. They whispered their promises in his ear like they would to a lover though Ryus ignored their songs. They dissipated when he rejected them or failed to hear them out. Their pleas for attention were drowned out by the voices of the ones who hadn't been ignored yet. None were payed heed, apart from one.

His observatory had one "siren" that he was curious about. This one was bigger than her sisters, but made no attempt to sway the Chapter Master or its attempts were not made apparent. Ryus determined it was the latter as he was still driven to push through the crowd of her lesser peons without much incentive. The creature sat on his throne, playing with her own hair. Her long, serpentine body was curled around the base pf the throne like the throne was her prey. As soon as Ryus stepped on the first step to ascend his throne, the Daemon banished the lesser Daemonettes with a simple snap of her fingers. The motioned for Ryus to come to her and he obeyed, climbing the steps. The Daemon curled her tail around Ryus' leg and he stopped. A smile grew on her face and she slouched back.

"Taihkromn Ryus, Chapter Master of the New Order... What an pleasure" the Daemon cackled, the tempting succubus voice of the Daemon being underlaid by a sinister growl of the evil of Chaos, "Come to me again to surrender? Do I finally have the privilege of owning your soul as my eternal play thing?"

"Remember your place, Daemon. It is I who owns you, not the alternative," Ryus snarled. Dealing with this daemon took a tax on his patience. Keeping it under his control was another thing entirely; however, the gains from it were immense. The psychic power from a few of them were channeled directly into him and amplified his domain in the Immaterium. This Daemon, Suolyn'ne, was the strongest under his will but also the most unpredictable. Many a times has the Chapter Master almost sold his soul to her through her word games. Suolyn'ne was his Watcher, the entity which spied on his underlings indiscriminately, every secret and underhanded act was bliss for her and helped her Chapter Master keep order. Ironic was their relationship. Ryus used a being of Chaos to maintain Order, his New Order. Suolyn'ne found that idea to be extremely amusing and kept it to herself, knowing Ryus had little time for her silver tongue.

"Was there anything you require of me? Or did you come solely to gawk at my beauty?" Suolyn'ne mused, twirling the ends of her hair with her finger.

"Sylus-"

"-and his whore priestess? She is burdened by a child. Whether it is related to your brother-at-arms, I am unsure. You bring those two up every time you come to me. Is there something I should know that you haven't shared?" she cut in, expressing her distaste for Annala like the creatures of the night distaste the sun.

"I was curious, Suolyn'ne. I always am..."

"Is that all? I can answer more questions!" Suolyn'ne begged, hoping dearly Ryus wouldn't leave her alone. Loneliness was her only companion while she was in service to the Lord of the New Order.

"I believe I am good, Suolyn'ne," Ryus replied, almost as a dare for Suolyn'ne to lose her cool. She sighed angrily and turned away. Ryus smiled as the tail around his leg uncurled and he walked off into oblivion and upon opening his eyes, he saw the stars. In his hand was the fragment of a crystal. A crystal with the bound essence of Suolyn'ne. He put the fragment in a book titled "Beasts of M38" and returned the book to its place on the shelf.