In the heartlands of the Empire of Man, home nation to the Cult of Sigmar, a young man named Verraten was born in an old lineage of priests and warriors who had long fought for the Empire's glory and survival. Yet, beneath the surface, Verraten's up...
For some time now Ayldraorr, Volker and Kirgus have lived under this roof. The roof of a man unknown to them, alien even, yet who told them everything he knew and even welcomed them to be as if they were at home. Kirgus and Ayldraorr were training by fighting against one another.
The Khornate was unleashing a storm of strikes with his two axes while Ayldraorr was on the defensive with his two-handed sword, dodging and deflecting every blow coming at him. He then took a step on the left before using his sword's handle to hit his opponent in the face, making him fall back.
The Khornate held his head as the helmet vibrated and hurt his head but then a shadow over him. It was Ayldraorr's two-handed sword that was above him and what showed the warrior's strength was he held it with just one hand before striking Kirgus down. Before he could be struck down, Kirgus parried it but was forced to bend the knee then he pushed back his enemy and tried to guard break him before he took a punch in his guts and then in his face, making him fall upon the ground and marking the end of the fight.
Kirgus: "Damn it... GAH! This hurts like taking a battling ram Ayldraorr!"
Ayldraorr: "Because you ever took a hit from a battling ram, Kirgus?"
The two looked at each other before laughing and Ayldraorr helped Kirgusto get back on his feet. The two talked to each other and made fun of their little fight before they were interrupted by someone who cleared their throat.
Volker: "If the two of you are done with your little date, you should come see this." said the Tzeentchian before going back inside the house. His two companions looked at each other, Kirgus shrugging his shoulders before stepping into the house with Ayldraorr.
The two found Volker looking at an opened book while others were on a table and with also other things. Luckily, their host was not present at the moment, he was hunting in a forest not too far away to refill his stocks.
Ayldraorr: "What are those?"
Kirgus: "Books of course! Maybe you need to have your eyes checked my friend."
Volker: "They are more than that, Kirgus. What I read in some of them it's... it' makes me question some things about our dear host."
The two others had questioning looks and Volker didn't take his time to answer as he pointed at one of the books.
Volker: "This one talks about specific events of The Betrayed's life such as the ones the old man told us, doesn't seem very strange right? I would say yes but... this one? I'm starting to question things." said the sorcerer to his two friends before giving them the book while leaning on a wall with his arms crossed.
Ayldraorr and Kirgus read through the lines of ink that immortalized events of a past life, obstacles and horrors of a world that forgot about its writer. The more they read, the more shocked they were as showed their faces.
Ayldraorr: "But how..."
Kirgus: "This happened years after The Betrayed left! How does he know about this?!" exclaimed the Khornate in a wave of sudden anger as if someone had taken his place for a mere second.
Volker: " And there's more, in this book he has written everything about Verhe, he knows her whole life..."
Kirgus: "WHAT?! That's it, I'm confronting that old man!" screamed the warrior before being restrained by Ayldraorr. This made them nervous, how could this man, who knew the Betrayed before his demise and was surely not present when Verhe grew up, knew about the woman's whole life as if he was always there? As if he was always at her side.
This name, Verher, probably didn't mean anything to some because this was the first time they would hear it. To make a quick presentation of who this woman is, she is the most known warrior of Chaos at this time and only a few knew everything about her but this old man had knowledge of things he shouldn't have about her. This is why the three men reacted like that, and now, they had more questions than before.
A small tension blossomed in the air as they heard heavy footsteps outside. Quickly, Volker put the books back on their spot with his magic, while his two friends tried to look as if nothing happened.
Then, He entered the house, lifting a board on his back, no mask this time to hide his face but only a veil of pure darkness, hiding a man of a past long gone now, at least for him. His dark grey cloak and clothes were still there, and parts of his chest and stomach were out for everyone to see, and the three guests could swear it was some sort of dark grey-colored skin.
He looked at them, sensing the tension in the air, before shaking his head and sighing. He knew very well what they had found because he saw one of the books was not in its rightful place. In his panic, Volker forgot to check if everything was put back in its right spot.
The man let out a shockwave that made them all fly against a nearby wall before tendrils of shadow brutally took them by their neck and held them still against the wall they were sent on. Then, dark whispers entered their mind and flashbacks of a past life of destruction, of Chaos, were laid in front of their mental eye.
They couldn't anything out of it, they struggled to break free in vain, and the tendrils couldn't be moved. All of this happened while they were losing their breath and black spots started to appear in the corners of their vision. The cloaked man, however, was putting the boar corpse into a storage before walking to some sort of throne which appeared out of nowhere in the center of the room and sat down on it.
The warriors felt their moment coming as the man watched them before, it suddenly all stopped. They landed on their knees while trying to catch their breaths.
Kruger: "I... will kill... YOU-GAH!!!" screamed the man before an invisible force pushed against them and made them bend the knee in front of Him. All Ayldraorr could do was moving his head up a little, to see someone-no-something that was way out of their league, something that was not human, or at least, not anymore.
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???:"Have your parents never told you, to not look into someone's privacy?"
Volker: "I..."
???: "For now... sleep..."
Without realizing it, the three young warriors started to lose their consciousness. It was only when they saw their vision darkened that they realized it was about time to black out for them but not until they could hear one last thing. A once human voice became Daemonic and this day, they discovered they had to solve a new mystery. Who was He? What were His intentions?
???: "You shall have your answers... in due time..."
