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| Hekatrix Cutilda Corpsemaid stands on a variety of gladiatorial trophies that she herself has created. |
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| Another Hekatrix; Morgore the Cutter carries her own Ultramarine scout round with her as some alien surfaces can scuff her silk soled booties. |
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Adraxys Molech waited patiently in his sanctum for his guests. A Dracon within the Kabal of the Black Heart, his lair was small by many other standards but in his mind it was temporary. His throne stood on a raised dais with his silent Incubi guards flanking him. A bell chimed and unseen lackeys opened the sentient gutwood doors giving two barely audible groans. Two lithe figures strode in with graceful moves that more than hinted at gruesome violence at a moments notice.
"You are welcome honored Succubi of the Red Grief". Molech was careful not to name either first in case the other took offence.
Both nodded, eyes constantly scanning the room for threats or challenges. One spoke up;
"You wish to enter into an alliance to gather souls from realspace?".
"Indeed, that is the reason for your invitation".
The second then spoke "Molech, you are still a minor Dracon within the Black Heart, and as such my superiors are unwilling to give extensive aid. Myself and Serpentia however, feel that after that incident with Archon Faik being trapped in torment sarcophagus indefinitely, you could be a worthwhile ally. We shall both bring our personal retinues and I can call in a favour from the Blind Wind Reaver band and another from the Seven Clicks of Terror Hellion gang. With these we can start our endeavor". With that the two Succubi left.
Molech then called to his almost trusted lackey, "contact your spy in the Tower of Tortured Secrets; I want to find a world for a realspace raid. Make it interesting.".
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| Adraxys Molech |
