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Aleanvbh layed the finishing touches to her engram, then transferred it into a servoskull. She picked the skull up and headed to an airlock, where a number of her guards awaited with a shackled prisoner.
“Good news Tim. You get to go free. And I have a gift for you.”
She proffers the servo skull, which whirs to life and promptly latches onto his chest.
“Load him in.”
“We’re in the Warp! You can’t do this!”
“To the contrary Tim, I very much can, and I very much am. Besides, you’re a devotee of the God of Excess. You’ll be fine.”
She watched him struggling, as he was loaded into the airlock, a shotgun but to the chest and a kick to the groin did for his resistance and the bulkhead doors sealed.
She pressed the intercom.
“Tim Washer, you have been found guilty of Treason and Heresy. The punishment is death. May the Emperor have Mercy on your soul, and if you meet them, give my regards to the entity known as Fuuko.”
She activated the airlock and watched him get sucked out beyond the Gellar Field’s protections.
“I hope I get that servoskull back… Still it should allow for a proper conversation with this Fuuko.
Tim Washer would’ve screamed if air filled his lungs, not that it stopped him from mindlessly trying anyway. He had heard of the beauty and horror of the Warp from the senior cultists, but never in even his most twisted dreams could he have known the true terror that awaited him.
It began in the instant he passed beyond the Gellar field. Colors and images swirled, melded, and collapsed too rapidly for his mind to process. Screams and howls and blasphemous whispers poured into his ears like foul treacle, sending searing needles shooting into his brain. His body was racked and twisted by seemingly sapient winds and he felt his own flesh rebel and writhe as though trying to escape the nightmare he was drowning in. Tongues of laughter and hunger lashed at his soul, leaving welts of rot, fire, and paralyzing intensity as the servo-skull’s coldly mechanical eyes flashed balefully and sunk its fangs into his chest.
Barbs gently wrapped around him and pulled him into a sprint across the infinite. Tim snapped his head around and found himself in the grasp of a monstrous hybrid of a man and a praying mantis. The pincers pierced his skin, silencing another scream before it even began. The unending multitudes surrounding and suffusing them lurched sickeningly as a lithe and comely human shape appeared on the mantid’s back. White-hot desire flashed at the sight, but immediately began to rot when he saw the sadistic inhuman leer and massive crab-like claws bear down on him. The mantis-like monster holding him yanked him away, only to let go when its head was squeezed off by one of the other creature’s claws, sending Tim spiraling once again into the maelstrom.
A tiny object appeared in the center of his vision even as he tumbled end over end. It grew with alarming rapidity, taking the form a planet. Tim screamed again as he barreled towards it, certain that he was finally going to meet his end. A structure appeared as the planet filled his vision, rushing up to meet him. Even when he covered his face with his mangled limbs and scratched at his eyes, the image of his impending doom could still be clearly seen until all he could see were the towers and roofs of the edifice below him.
And yet he kept falling. He was so close that he could see the individual shingles of the building, but then he realized that those shingles were in fact the roofs of smaller spires growing off of the larger ones, only for the tiles on those towers to reveal themselves to be the tops of individual wings and substructures. Nausea crashed through him as Tim wondered just how impossibly large this building was.
A window appeared for only a split second before he raced through it and flew through a shelf-lined hallway as long as a hive city’s height before finally impacting a marble slab, forcing the air from his lungs.
Tim lay unmoving on the floor before he realized he was not dead. He struggled to push himself to his feet when he saw another mantis-human chimera standing in the shadows nearby. His head swung around and saw more of the monsters in the alcoves surrounding him. He tried to run, but his legs exploded with pain and momentarily gave out from under him. His fear overrode his agony, forcing him back up and rushing down a corridor with an unseemly gait. A horde of small, impish creatures blocked his way, and he skidded and scrabbled to turn around a corner.
He bounced off of an unseen obstacle and collapsed to the floor in a heap. His head swam as he looked up and beheld a massive armored figure towering over him, several mechanical claws reaching from the warrior’s back towards him. Tim tried to turn and run, but was yanked back by something attached to his back. Cold metal grasped him and lifted him off the ground to face the armored warrior. Tim caught a glance of his reflection in the polished steel breastplate and barely recognized what he saw. His body and limbs were horribly twisted and mutated, and the servo-skull the Inquisitor attached to him was now fused into his chest as a cyst of bloody flesh, bone, and circuitry. He cried out in horror, but was forcibly silenced when a massive gauntlet wrapped itself around his throat.
“The only reason you continue to exist is because the Goddess is expecting you,” the hulking warrior said menacingly. “That does not mean I will tolerate your wretched mewling. You will be silent or I will make you silent.” The warrior withdrew his hand and strode through the endless corridors with Tim quietly whimpering as he dangled in the giant’s mechanical grasp.
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