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All he wanted was to make his life a little better.

Cecil surveyed his fields in the afternoon sun. His crox were fairly calm today, their neural implants shining in the green fields. He guessed the herd must have been thirsty, as they had all migrated towards the river that ran through this field. There were about 300 or so of the animals grazing in this field, and another 500 fields like it under his ownership. For a moment he felt a little proud over how he had been able to grow the farm since he had inherited it from his father, but his thoughts quickly turned to the eternally nagging thought in the back of his mind.

He began to walk back to his small home. It was a somewhat lonely house, located in a nice little corner of his property near a stream. He was the only one who lived there now. His father had passed away six, or was it seven years ago now. Cecil couldn't quite remember. His brother, Robert, had run off to join the Guard sometime before that, being the younger child he knew that there was little for him on Ocia, so he joined the Guard hoping to find success there. Cecil never heard from him, nobody ever heard from those who joined the Guard. He had assumed his brother was still alive, after all, every few months he did receive some credits from the Administratium for his brothers service, but as to where he was and what he was doing, Cecil had no idea. His sister, Katherine, he spoke to on occasion. She had married a young administrator, and when they had last spoke, he still made her happy. He smiled thinking of the joy he brought her, but was also saddened by the fact that he had received a promotion and was now living in the capital. As he washed to go into town, his thoughts turned to faith. He uttered a small prayer for Robert, to keep him safe, and to Katherine, to keep her happy. He then finished his cleaning and prepared to head into town. The work day was far from over on the farm, but he had business in the local town, and his farmhands would be able to finish whatever work remained without him.

Yet, as he rode towards town, his thoughts once again turned to his own situation. Since his fathers death, he had done wonders for the farm. He had increased the efficiency seven-fold, and had purchased surrounding properties and proceeded to improve their efficiency even further. He was the most successful, although not yet the largest, land owner in the region, and by rights that should have earned him a reward from the Imperium, a little bit more time for himself, a life just a little better than the one he had. Instead, his house was empty save for himself, and the quotas set by the regional administrator, Damian Kyle, seemed to grow every time Cecil improved the farm. If anything, his hard labour had made his life worse, as the encroaching tithes claimed more than his improvements earned. It bothered him, but he knew that as one man, there was little he could do. Besides, the adminstratum was in constant flux, perhaps Kyle would soon find himself replaced with a new bureaucrat more willing to listen to the plight of the people.

As he reached town he parked his vehicle near the local hall. It was a large building, somewhat out of place, being built from plasteel and cementite, as was customary of Imperial administrative buildings, but he had grown used to its appearance as we walked in. As soon as he stepped inside he heard familiar sounds that made him smile. The sounds of men and women conversing produced near continous drone. There were sounds of merriment, and a familiar, sickly sweet smoke in the air. Paying no head to it, he moved through the hall, until he saw a face all to familiar.

"Ah, Administer Kyle, what a pleasant surprise to see you here" Cecil said in a pleasant tone as he looked down at the man. Administer Kyle was always something of a short man, and it became all the more apparent when he was straped down on the table. He was bruised and bloody, and it appeared that one of his eyes had been ripped out. The other was left in, Cecil assumed, so that he could continue to see what was being done to him.

"Heretics. All of you" Kyle spat, though he sounded extremely worn. "The Emperor will have your heads"

One of the other men hit Kyle in the face with a barbed stick, tearing a hole in his cheek. "Perhaps" replied Cecil "but not before we have yours."

Cecil then reached behind some of the men to pull out two cables, which he proceeded to forcefully jam into the administrators arms. He then walked over to a breaker box and flipped a switch, causing electricity to pour through the mans body. As his body convulsed and his skin burned, Cecil smiled, knowing that his god would be pleased. He then turned the machine off, leaving the adminstrator panting, burnt, but alive. "Be careful with him, friends" he calmly stated "Slaneesh would be disapointed if we broke our toy too quickly".

He then turned and left the administrator to his continued torture, screams echoing behind him. Cecil's mind then raced to a debate, did he seek out Cartwright for that new psycho-stim that had such a pleasant result, or the Yelis twins for a somewhat more... physical... worship. He then decided that he would do both, bringing the sisters with him to enduldge in his new passion. Still, his thoughts returned to his overarching desire.

All that he wanted, he thought, was for his life to be a little bit better.

He then chuckled to himself "Perhaps this will suffice".