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Inquisitor Lorenz placed his steel boot on the corpse of a recently slain cultist, and wrenched his power sword free from the corpse. He surveyed the scene unfolding before his eyes. The underground cavern was filled with bodies. The moans of the dying, and the sound of las fire as his retainers dispatched those who had not yet died. It had surprised him how such a large cult had been unnoticed… The underground hall which had been used for the cults blasphemous rites was located just underneath an Imperial Ministorum. The very thought of it made the Inquisitor sick But now the source of the corruption was rooted… all that was left was to ´commence the interrogations of the higher members of the cult. He had to admit, the underground hall was something to behold. It was filled with expensive fabrics, incense burners and pieces of fine art. The smell of sweat, blood, musk, incense and copulation lay thick in the air.
Just as he was about to turn on his leave, a cry from one of his retainers sounded across the hall. He and the rest of the assembled guardsmen turned to face this new threat, their guns at the ready. The Inquisitor waited with bated breath along with the guardsmen. An unnatural silence had settled in the air, and the scent of musk and incense grew thick and sweet, muddling the senses. Suddenly, silent gibbering voices could be heard at the edge of hearing. And all of the men in the hall watched in horror as a being emerged from the darkness. Skin of alabaster white, one arm ending in a black, lacquered insect-like claw, instead of feet it had cloven hooves and it brandished a long scythe-like spear. The Inquisitor was about to give orders to fire, when he was shocked that he could not move, nor could he speak. So transfixed was he by the being in front of him. To his horror he saw that the eyes of the daemon were looking straight at him, two pools of glimmering darkness. Amidst all the voices now ringing in his head, a single voice could be distinguished, a dark, malicious and seductive laughter. “Come little one, dance for pleasure and the joy of pain…”
And he knew; they were all doomed.
Warhammer and all associated names and concepts are a copyright of Games Workshop
Just as he was about to turn on his leave, a cry from one of his retainers sounded across the hall. He and the rest of the assembled guardsmen turned to face this new threat, their guns at the ready. The Inquisitor waited with bated breath along with the guardsmen. An unnatural silence had settled in the air, and the scent of musk and incense grew thick and sweet, muddling the senses. Suddenly, silent gibbering voices could be heard at the edge of hearing. And all of the men in the hall watched in horror as a being emerged from the darkness. Skin of alabaster white, one arm ending in a black, lacquered insect-like claw, instead of feet it had cloven hooves and it brandished a long scythe-like spear. The Inquisitor was about to give orders to fire, when he was shocked that he could not move, nor could he speak. So transfixed was he by the being in front of him. To his horror he saw that the eyes of the daemon were looking straight at him, two pools of glimmering darkness. Amidst all the voices now ringing in his head, a single voice could be distinguished, a dark, malicious and seductive laughter. “Come little one, dance for pleasure and the joy of pain…”
And he knew; they were all doomed.
Warhammer and all associated names and concepts are a copyright of Games Workshop
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Fantasy
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 816 x 1152px
File Size 1.03 MB
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