Warp, a miraculous place where laws of physics are ignored, as my high school crush ignored me.
A place that can give unimaginable powers to the residents of the physical world, but also the place that gave birth to the most grotesque and twisted creature in the universe.
Currently in Wrap, 6 figures are going against the colorful current of warp.
(POV: Magnus)
After interrogating the daemons, I got a lot of information about warp, especially from the Tzeentch daemon.
He taught me the overall terrain of God's realm in warp. Upon my courteous invitation that if he helped me hunt his fellow Tzeentch's daemon, he could become Tzeentch's favourite because the birdface loves cunning, deceit, and treachery.
He accepted my new contract.
The terms of the contract were that he would help my hunt daemons and be my mole in Tzeentch's ranks.
I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse that I got this foolish slave.
Because there is a famous saying, "It is better to have a wise enemy than a foolish friend." Only time will tell.
I rested for a week in warp and also got books on warp sorcery from Tzeentch's daemon.
I was skeptical about the knowledge at first because I didn't want to become a bluebird with a hundred eyes.
But all my worries were for nothing. Due to the City of Calamity, the city itself is the source of corruption. So I am immune to warp corruption, including its residents.
That is certainly good news for me. I learned about basic warp powers. I can summon lightning like Leadero. Also, I learned about soul fusions.
I learned a great deal about rituals from what the daemon told me, that basic ritual for warp follows the same model.
The ritual will vary due to the number that represents the gods and the aspect by which God's like sacrifice.
In the Warhammer verse, faith is a source of power but also a curse; it can cause Multiple Personality Disorder, which is a term from 2k.
But with the beyonders' power, faith can be useful to me.
Back to current time:
Now I can finally hold on my own against warp creatures due to sorcery. We are on our way to hunt the Tzeentch daemon.
While on my way, I again saw the light beacon, the same beacon with which a captured daemon was playing earlier, but now there were 4 Tzeentch's daemons torturing it.
I decided to take action first, and I dove down and landed on both feet like Darth Vader. It was so cool, I could feel and see the awe in their eyes.
But I underestimated my full armored body weight, and I started to feel the pain in my shins.
'Play it cool! Play it cool! Real men never show that they can feel pain in front of anyone!' I chanted to prevent myself from crying out loud.
I never in my life wanted to hide from my fellow warp dwellers and rub my shins to relieve the pain.
Anyway, my jump with the warp trick caused the four warp daemons to be thrown like ragdolls.
Before they could come back to their senses.
I place a soul print on them, even if they wanted to run away, I can track them down.
Because I don't want my spy to be ratted out, I choked two of the daimons by flicking my wrists using telekinesis and suspended them in the air.
The other two started running. I ordered my pet daemon to catch those two.
After restraining the two daemons, I diverted my attention to the beacon. I touched the beacon.
Then I saw the memories of the psyker; she was a 7-year-old child with black hair, brown eyes, and brown skin with scars on her body.
Apparently, her father was a servant of the High Lords. When her father died, she was sent to the gladiator arena.
It seems like Nuceria, where my brother, Angron, would be sent by the gods.
But after learning that she was just a human child who already has a lot on her plate, and now these daemons want to make her life difficult.
The more I thought, the angrier I got. Sure, I was a scumbug who ruined lives in exchange for money, but there was a line that I never crossed that was to hurt a child.
After settling my emotions, I smiled at daemons, but it was not a happy smile.
It was a smile that promised pain and torture, then I asked, "Why do you hurt humans, especially a child? What did they ever do to you? If you are killed, it wasn't an issue for you to get revived by those cancerous bastards behind you.
But why do you hurt the mortals? Are they just your playthings? Or do you think you are invincible due to your backing? Then let me tell you I will hunt every one of you, including your so-called Gods. I will inflict a hundred times the pain on you that you caused to humanity.
I will become a calamity that will bring ruin to your ruinous masters, and I will be starting my hunt from you two."
Then again, I flung them like ragdolls toward boulders. I pulled them toward me and started applying crushing force on their body, and they started shrieking.
Then I turned to the beacon. Now I see the outline of her soul, and she was looking at me with those innocent, teary eyes. I patted her head.
I started to worry about how to solve her psychic problem, and I certainly don't want to leave her open to daemons.
Suddenly, I had a spark of inspiration and decided to experiment.
(POV- Lieylah)
I was reminiscing about my happy memories with my father, who was the best in the world.
We were living an adequate life, I was happy being my father's daughter, but then my father died.
I was sent to the gladiator arena when I saw the bloodshed, and I awakened my psychic powers.
By the stroke of luck, I wasn't caught by the organisers of the gladiator's arena.
After I used my powers to experiment and learn how to wield them, I started to hear whispers about powers. After that, I have nightmares.
During nightmares, the black, grotesque creature tormented me and tried to tempt me to accept the power, but I refused.
But one day, the torment stopped happening. Then, after some time, the nightmare started again, but this time there were four creatures with birdlike features who tempted me to accept the knowledge, but I refused.
Because I know they are the same as that black creature, and I don't want to become their slaves. I am a child, but I am not stupid
As they were starting to torment me, they were flung across the boulders by a figure.
When I saw him, my eyes widened. I didn't see a creature so sacred in life. He had long red hair with red eyes. There was a thorny halo on his head.
He was in black armor with an intricate pattern on it. He was as tall as a giant. He was like a God of War descended from the heavens.
When there were troubled times in the past, my father used to tell me a story of a red-haired god who was a kind god, a being so mighty that even the mountain-like monster trembled before him.
He would always save people who are in trouble, and He will even help us if we do good deeds.
I knew my father used the story to help us cope with troubled times and console me.
When my father was dying, I prayed to the red-haired god to save my father. I cried and begged, even though the story was false. I wanted to believe that a divine being would help us, but nothing happened.
When I came to the arena, I lost all hope.
Now I saw Him, I started to cry. 'So the story was true, He will help us when in need, father. Father, do you see it? That being has come to help your daughter; now you can rest in peace in heaven. I am now under the protection of the red-haired god."
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Donate some of te powerstone, will ya?