[i][u]Ancient Malevolence.[/u][/i] The four warriors of the warp had finished their journey within the realm of Tzeentch, and had now crossed over into the realm of the dead Prince, Slaanesh. The land had grown stale. Quiet. The once colourful and horrific worships of the god had ceased, now only performed in secrecy. Noiratrom and his Sentinels came here to recruit another member, named Tatianna the Intrepid. As they moved further into the domain, the distant booming of music and chants could be heard, as a castle came into view... [i][b]The festive palace, in the prince's domain.[/b][/i] Although the realm had fallen silent, the fate hadn't befallen everyone upon the domain. Remote pockets of activity were still about, feasting, torturing, abandoning themselves to the vices of the pleasure god. Even if it had died. One of these such pockets was the Festive Palace, a crowning jewel of chaos madness. The maddening chants coming from the palace rose high into the skies as the festivities went on. The host of these activities was [url=http://pre13.deviantart.net/3272/th/pre/i/2008/183/2/b/chaos_champion_of_slaanesh_by_jubjubjedi.jpg]Vuujold the flayer[/url], one of the last few remaining high lords of Slaanesh. Within his castle, he hosted a mighty party in the honour of their god. Slaves were being thrown about, torture was abound, orgies persisted through the night. It was an all around good time for them. Daemonettes, Dark Eldar, Cultist, all worshippers of pain and pleasure were invited. Among the guests, though, there was one uninvited. Using the darkness of the realm as a cover, [url=http://i.imgur.com/ZXYcog5.jpg]Tatianna the Intrepid[/url] had slipped herself into the party. Unseen from both the obnoxious commotion and her own speed, she moved through the crowds like a shadow, unseen, perhaps from a strange ability... she sought someone in particular. Until she found her target. A Dark Eldar Haemonculus. The perfect target to help her infiltration. She snatched the man straight out from torturing a slave, and brought him into a dark corner, unseen. She thought to herself for a moment. [i]"Dark Eldar blood isn't the cleanest... but it is blood. I suppose it will have to do."[/i] [u]"Hey! I was having fun!"[/u] he vociferously yelled. "Don't worry..." She spoke, her exotic accent lacing her every syllable. "... the fun is only just starting." With unforseen strength, she moved the man's head aside, exposing his neck. She opened her mouth, revealing her teeth. She had canines that were like the fangs of a wolf. She planted said fangs into the man's neck, in his jugular. And so, she began drinking his blood. Naturally, the Haemonculus wasn't giving it a thought. The pain mixed with pleasure was heavenly to him, so he abandoned himself to the sensation. Once Tatianna had drank enough of the man's blood, she released him, swiftly opening his neck with a dagger. As his corpse fell to the ground, Tatianna spoke, a strange red mist surrounding her body. "Alright... now t[u]o go get Vuujold... I'm coming for you, you bastard..."[/u] Tatianna, now donned with the unmistakable appearance of the Haemonculus, walked away. The only difference between the two of them now was that the original Haemonculus had his throat sliced. Now under her new disguise, she approached the throne upon which the chaos lord sat. He was very large and imposing, about fourteen feet in height and bulkier than a chaos dreadnought. But Tatianna wasn't afraid. She had taken on bigger prey before... and so, she kept walking towards the throne, in an absolutely inconspicuous manner. The lord sat there, observing the festivities from underneath his mask of flesh. He had no guards to protect him. After all, a man of his strength needed none. After (s)he got close to the throne, Vuujold turned his head to speak to the Haemonculus. [i][u]"Grumennael! You are enjoying the festivities, I hope?"[/u][/i] He said, with his daemonic voice. [u]"Yes indeed... many a slaves to torture... their pain is most exquisite... on the matter of pain, My lord, I have brought a gift for you! A most perfect, most precious prey for you to torture at your lesiure, in privacy."[/u] Vuujold seemed very heartened by this gift. [u]"You are too kind, Grumennael! I will take you up on this gift gladly..."[/u] The chaos lord stood up from the throne, and followed the Haemonculus down into the catacombs, where tortured playthings were left to die and rot. The two entered a private torture chamber, and Grumennael closed the door behind them. [i][u]"Here we are... now where is this gift, Haemonculus?"[/u][/i] With his back turned to her, she could strike. [u]"Right...[/u] here." Vuujold felt a sharp, stinging pain pierce into his back, as Tatianna drove her dagger through his back, going through his armour like a phase blade. She drove it as deep as she could, even driving her own fist through his wound, until the blade came out from the other side. Vuujold coughed blood upon the skin that covered his face. [i][u]"You... I should have known it was you... the last remaining Farron bitch."[/u][/i] Tatianna yanked the knife out of his gut, and he fell to his knees. She stood in front of him now. "But you didn't. You couldn't kill me when I was a child. And now, you won't be killing anyone else." With her vampiric strength, she punched into his torso, and yanked out both of his large, tainted hearts. He fell to the ground, leaving a massive bloodstain. Weakly, in his last breath, he watched as she crushed his hearts to a moldy paste and placed the paste in a bottle. Condensing the leftovers of his hearts in her hands, the last thing Vuujold saw was her drinking the last of his heart blood. Placing the bottle into a pouch, she walked out of the room. Not too long later, the corpse of Haemonculus Grumennael was discovered. The party attendants panicked. They scattered through the night, their festivities ruined when they also discovered the corpse of Lord Vuujold. Many other corpses were at the party. But they weren't found. In the chaos of the fleeing attendants, Tatianna had carved a bloody path, cutting through whomever would stand in her path to the exit. Hopping through the window she came in from, she dived out, falling for multiple stories. Until she approached the ground, where she suddenly slowed down, landing gracefully. Her robes were slightly tainted with blood, but then again, her entire life involved nothing but blood. "So... you too have found me." She said, not even looking up at Noiratrom. She already knew he was there.