Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 609 Interlude : The Light of Her Desire
Lucius.

She was bored.

She had figured out the functions and features of the surveillance collar not long after she woke up. As long as her attack did not exceed the range and she did not intend to leave the specific room of the house, this abominable thing made by someone unknown would lie motionless above her protruding collarbone. When it started to work, she recalled with lingering fear the terrible darkness and absolute silence that suddenly descended - although it was only thirty breaths, it felt like three hundred sidereal years to her. If it was released a second later, she felt she would start to go crazy.

So now she just waited here pretending to be quiet and waiting for her guardian to return.

The monkey who replaced him was so boring that he didn't even say a word to her after he realized she wanted to ask more questions.

Lucius.

She rolled the name over and over again on her tongue wordlessly.

From the raw bytes to the overly crude and simple meaning, she suddenly became interested. This name might have a meaning in his tribe. What is it?

She groped deep within the remaining knowledge and memories in her mind, ignoring the pain her swollen muscles caused as she searched. This level of pain did help her health, she didn't lie, but the pain she absorbed was not enough to make her recover, and her recovery was largely dependent on the spices she absorbed from her guardian's culinary creations.

But she found that when she searched her mind for content related to the name Lucius, her memory fragments showed her more about how she had accurately attacked and dismembered any living creature that could move, and how she had elevated the act of attacking and killing to the level of an art that frustrates the viewer and even makes their insides tremble. There were so many of them that she even felt a little bored and annoyed from seeing so many easy victories and losers being trampled under her feet.

But thankfully, she found what she was looking for before she completely lost interest and her head hurt so much from this painful attempt at attraction that she wanted to stop.

It was a record from a captured one of these wild monkey warriors who served the God of Thirst and once stayed in Commorros.

These primitive people who turned to the goddess of thirst still called themselves the sons of the corpse emperor after betraying their masters. She personally thought that this should be a deliberate mockery and ridicule. Although she also thought it was a bit childish, this was not the point. This booklet seemed to be a thin booklet sandwiched in some gifts given to her. She had flipped through it in her boredom and then threw this content about the study of inferior races aside.

But it comes in handy now.

She found the memory that best matched what she knew and began to flip through it eagerly.

Lucius, she said to herself for the third time.

Lucius.

LUCIUS.

Three syllables, from the top of the lips to the palate, then to the tip of the tongue and rolling down the throat.

The tracing of the origin of the spelling from ancient knowledge recorded in detail by someone told her that the name came from the characters used by a vanished civilization on the planet where the monkeys originated, and that the root word was said to have meant "light" or "illumination."

It was very ironic, because she felt that this handsome monkey had nothing to do with these two words except for its sparkling eyes and teeth that glowed when it smiled - perhaps other people did not feel it, but to a natural killer as perceptive as her, the pair of purple eyes was imprisoned by an unknown force and hidden something she had always dreamed of. She didn't understand what it was, but as a dark elf who was by no means weak, she was very clear about two things.

First, she will definitely get what she wants.

Second, after her injuries recover, she will have the ability to fulfill her wish.

"Lucius," she whispered, repeating the syllables for the sixth time today.

The surveillance collar still lay silently on her skin, the cold metal heavy and lifeless, warmed only by the heat of her skin. Her temporary monitor stood in the doorway, his power armor servomotors emitting... Perhaps these monkeys and their thinking circuits made from their own brains did not think there was anything wrong with her chanting of other people's names, or perhaps they decided that this was just the stereotyped murmur of a captive when she was bored.

But if the person who saw her doing this was a member of the Comoros witch cult who had grown up in fighting, he would definitely not be unfamiliar with this way of chanting to assist in meditation.

Those memory fragments that fell with the syllables began to flash, develop, and open one by one in front of her like a silent script, presenting more contents from the record in her mind to her - Lucius, the Dark Prince's chosen champion whose name was whispered in the static noise by the servants of the hungry goddess.

Lucius, the Soul Taker, the champion of the Phoenix Lord, a talented swordsman, a man blessed by the Lord of Pleasure, an immortal who cannot turn back, a man who is forever on the road to depravity.

It is said that anyone who kills him will soon hear his laughter beneath their skin.

His laughter? She wondered dizzily, but her gift of power kept her suspended above the vast ocean.

She seemed to have never heard his laughter...

How did the Dark Prince's maidens call him to the walkers of Xigoqi?

...the flawless blade and the immortal sword.

…Why are there two titles with different gifts?

She turned among the veils waved by the Keepers of Secrets and the dramatic dance of the Harlequin Troupe. Those of her kind who served the God of Laughter seemed to be extremely afraid of her. They jumped and danced around her, but she could see that the drama and dance they were performing were all serving her.

So in this grand drama, she is the heroine. Of course she is. She is the absolute protagonist.

She looked at them with disdain, picking out countless flaws, big and small, in their dancing.

Too weak. If her original armor and weapons were still there, she was confident that she could turn all these guys into... what?
Are you looking for him?

Someone whispered in her ear, "Is he the one you're looking for?" Green-gold eyes and purple eyes flashed by, and colors and time and space spun madly together.

Then she found that the soles of her feet were stepping on the familiar touch of sand, and she was staring at a pair of turbid eyeballs. From the lipless and sharp-toothed smile that was twisted from ear to ear on the completely scratched face, a long tentacle-like tongue full of obscene and greed was extending towards her.

She could almost smell the sour, rotten chemical odor of the overdose of strong combat potions and stimulants synthesized by dark arts that had almost replaced the blood in the veins of this corrupt creature in front of her who had given himself to the Thirsty, as well as some smell that did not belong to his original race - this abominable abomination even sucked the flesh and blood essence of the arena witches!
She stepped back in disgust at this discovery, wrinkling her nose and brows. The stench of this drug jar that relied entirely on anesthetics and hallucinogenic drugs to fight would dull her senses if she smelled it too much. What a hell!
Isn't this the one you want?

what?
Which one do you want?
What which one?
Are there two more...

"Lucius."

The sixth utterance of his name startled her awake with the vibrations that emanated from her own vocal cords.

Laughter came simultaneously from the distant curtains, the legendary Ark door, and the non-existent kingdom of the dead. She shuddered nervously, and her consciousness, which had been sucked away at some point, returned to her body.

"What is it, my dear Miss Bitch? I don't seem to remember telling you my name."

At some point, the handsome monkey came back, and she didn't even notice when he was standing in front of her.

He still looked so tall, graceful, and damnably proud in his power armor, and what was he so proud of! The monkey! The fact that he could stand up to her was just taking advantage of her injury!

The boring replacement had quietly left. She could smell the mixed scent on Lucius and could even tell from it what his itinerary was for the day:
The wiped-off fumes showed that he had passed by the cooking kitchen many times today. There were traces of candles and incense particles in the crevices of his power armor below the height of his waist, indicating that he had stayed in front of the pilgrims of the rotting corpses for quite some time. There was a damp smell of earth and grass on his combat boots, which was related to the new bouquet of wild lilies he brought back to replace the wild lilies. There was also the faint smell of sweat and the dirty mixed endocrine hormones from various inferior races and lowly slaves, which made her frown in reality. He should have cleaned the surface of his power armor better before returning to the house!
And what's that flickering on the leather straps on his power armor thighs?
She blinked her eyes. It didn't look like something an experienced swordsman or warrior would put in the direction. This slender soul stone that shone with energy aroused her desire to taste the sweet soul.

"Oh, you showed up unexpectedly again... What a lack of manners, this isn't for you."

She roared angrily, her muscles tensed, and she leaped from a lazy still posture to an incredible height, and at the same time, she kicked the opponent's exposed, hateful, perfectly lined chin from bottom to top like a whip. As expected, he dodged the attack, but also moved away from the front. She grabbed the soul stone crystal on his belt and pulled it out, then kicked the opponent's leg armor, using the reaction force to kick the opponent away and move away at high speed.

Although eating these delicious soul candies is a complicated process, it doesn’t take long to actually eat the souls of their conservative kin—

Just as she was about to use her lips to absorb the trembling soul energy with satisfaction, a sheathed sword came like a rainbow and knocked the soul stone away. The stone spun far away until it hit the mirror on the sideboard and pierced into it like a dart.

The Dark Eldar captives howled as the delicious food they had just obtained flew away, and their insatiable desire was aroused.

She turned and rushed towards him.

Obviously, even though she only recovered for one more day, her talent became more apparent. This time Lucius was not so at ease. The swordsman raised his eyebrows in surprise and became more serious.

The hilt of the sword turned skillfully in the palm of his gauntlet, and a strange sound was heard, which was that he blocked dozens of attacks from her with her only fingernails in an instant.

"If your nails, which should be plucked out, knock any imperfections out of my sword, I will file a report and request to have your spine extracted and reforged."

"Then draw your sword!" she hissed, swinging at her neck, the ends of her long hair lashing through Lucius's power armor like a whip, forcing the latter to adjust his balance in his strides to avoid being hit by her smiling blows to achieve greater results.

"You always want me to pull it out, but you don't give me much in return after I pull it out."

Lucius complained but still did not unsheathe his sword, but she could feel that the evil but sweet passion that was dormant under his hymn-engraved power armor and behind his clear purple eyes was ignited again by her.

As her attacks pointed to more and more deadly vital points, his sword moves became more and more vicious and ruthless. She could almost imagine him standing in the middle of the Comoros Arena, using his sword to tear apart, behead, and chop open his opponent's chest and abdomen from the throat, with his steaming internal organs sliding onto the blood-stained sand like water...

A stinging pain passed through the Eldar's sensitive ears.

She didn't realize what the smell was at first, until she suddenly realized it was her own blood.

She stopped and sat on the table, which had become a mess as if it had been blown by the wind. She hunched her back and raised her head to look at Lucius who was holding a sword. A drop of bright red was dripping from the carving on the metal ornament at the tip of the scabbard.

Look, the boring gentleness and calmness that had always surrounded him had been pushed aside, and the black blood covered by the desert and the oasis had been ignited by her.

Now Lucius looked like an eternal, blazing torch of emotions. The surging, intense, undisguised primitive desire for destruction and ruin was as obvious as a supernova exploding in the sky. The surging energy in the soul stone that she had just thought was edible was now just a firefly next to the bright moon.

This was discovered by her, lit by her, and of course she had to extinguish it with her own hands, and display the ashes in her trophy room... Yes, although she didn't remember it, she must have had such a room to store the trophies she thought were worth bringing back.

She heard her heart beating greedily in her chest, and countless forgotten emotions that she didn't know how to describe in the words of the Dark Eldar surged up.

What an ingenious drama! The ultimate blessing of the Lord of Pleasure never relies on straightforward pain, but weaves the most unfamiliar emotions into a barbed spider's web.

"I will peel off your iron skin, drag you out, monkey, and eat you alive bite by bite. Listening to your screams and pain will nourish me and give my soul the highest satisfaction."

She proudly announced this statement word by word, and then rushed towards the other party again.

The cracked mirror behind her reflected the face of the person standing opposite her, which was also broken by the mirror.

(End of this chapter)