Another "short" omake idea turned into a nearly month-long omake. But it's finished at least.
Heart of Darkness
There was an old saying from Terra; give someone an inch, and they take a mile. The absurdity of such a thing. Especially when one considered the notion that anyone would be crazy to try their luck on a Primarch, but Corvus really should've known better with Sachmis. Weirdly enough, he was starting to
like that side of her.
In most cases, ambition was a double-edged sword, but Sachmis skillfully, perhaps even gleefully, wielded it. Unfortunately, her lust for power would always be an issue, but one Corvus hoped to someday curtail or even "fix" in due time. Although he might have wanted to remember another Terran adage, "A leopard can't change its spots."
Nevertheless, Corvus Corax was in an awkward position. Their relationship, a word Corvus winced every time it was brought up, wasn't exactly normal or rational. If it had been a one-night stand, he'd have called it an error in judgment, pretended it never happened, and taken the secret to the grave.
Yet it didn't end after that first night. When the two of them awoke, Sachmis made only a few coy remarks before getting dressed and leaving to deal with her hangover. Corvus was surprised, then confused, and then quite worried. By all rights, Sachmis
should have tried to blackmail him or at least complicate matters.
Instead, she left almost suddenly. Corvus wondered if Sachmis was no longer interested in him after getting what she wanted. A strange feeling of
relief set in, making Corvus think that she had gotten bored with tormenting him…but he crushed that feeling after remembering their conversation. Sachmis was a trickster and seductress, but Corvus suspected she wasn't the type to put in all that work for one night of sex.
Corvus was equally worried that she was going to brag about that. Somehow Sachmis didn't strike Corvus as the type to
not kiss and tell. Especially when her "prize" was a Primarch, which most of the galaxy probably assumed were incapable or unconcerned with pleasures of the flesh. Gods know that the Laughing God would
love to hear about this.
But nothing happened as the "day" inside the Black Library continued. Corvus met with his entourage, spoke with Eldrad further (who Corvus suspected knew what happened last night), met briefly with Alcar, and sent out plenty of orders to the Legion without any issue. A relatively uneventful day. Which made Corvus nervous.
As the "day" ended, the Primarch returned to his chambers. Perhaps he could get some additional work done tonight. Yet as "night" crept upon the Black Library, Corvus
felt a familiar presence in his room. He didn't have to wait long before Sachmis appeared before him, wearing
only a smile on her face and nothing else.
"Still haven't found a means to keep me out." She approached him, "I
missed you, by the way." Corvus heard the honesty mixed with desire. He disliked how Sachmis's words sent a slight shiver of pleasure up and down his spine. The blasted pirate started to get a bit of influence over his thinking. Corvus needed to have better control over such urges. That would have to be fair later.
Sachmis reached and took his right hand, "Now, come join me in bed. Unless you are busy tonight?" Corvus considered his options for a few seconds before deciding that he wasn't so busy and, much to Sachmis's amusement, picked up the Drukhari and brought her to his bed.
Maybe Corvus should've regarded this as Sachmis being considerate. Only bothering Corvus during the night. While he could control these urges and desires, Corvus could only imagine how much of a distraction it was knowing that you had someone waiting for your return, ready to engage in such intimacy and with bated breath.
A brief moment of clarity struck him that night while Sachmis was asleep on top of him, that this was a sign of genuine infatuation and enjoyment. Corvus
liked doing this. It was enjoyable, even revitalizing in some sense.
He took note of the benefits and drawbacks and did notice a significant increase in productivity on his part today, even with the lack of sleep. The psychological salve it provided on the mind was helpful, but Corvus also wondered if there was some spiritual healing aspect. Something for Ravenloft to review.
Nevertheless, it also provided insight into humans, allowing Corvus to empathize and better understand the human drive for sex. Yet he knew plenty of pitfalls associated with its capacity, another issue Corvus should have kept in mind. Sachmis was dangerous, ambitious, power-hungry, and deceptive. Surely she knew how to manipulate a man this way…
As Corvus wanted to benefit her from the doubt, what they were both doing was stupid and dangerous. And the Primarch expected this would turn into an issue sooner rather than later.
Corvus did not have to wait long.
"Help me get my ship back."
The brazen request came from Sachmis on their
third rendezvous of the evening. They concluded their nocturnal activities for the night only a few minutes before, making Corvus initially believe it to be some stray thought on his part. But looking over at the Drukhari lying on top of him, who likewise had an earnest look on her face, Corvus could see that such a thing was uttered aloud.
At first, Corvus wasn't sure how to respond. Taking a brief moment to consider outright
rejecting the idea of helping Sachmis get her ship back, the Primarch tactfully decided to try and clarify things, "Your ship?"
"The
Night Phoenix." Damn, this conversation
was going in a bad direction, "I figure that if we are going to be working together, I should be in command of my own ship to provide additional support."
He had to gently nip this in the bud, "Not a chance."
That was gentle, for Corvus at least. Sachmis wasn't at all deterred, "Don't be like that! Are you going to lay there and tell me no?"
"That is exactly what I am doing," Corvus looked almost smug, "For what reason in that alien of mind of yours thinks I should help you get your ship? That sounds like giving prisoners their own shuttle so they can escape."
"Hmph!" Sachmis looked insulted, "If I wanted to escape from here, I could do so whenever I want."
Corvus suspected that the Laughing God's minions would be right behind her, "In any case, your ship holds an important relic, so Eldrad will not give back the Night Phoenix."
"Which is theft, by the way," Sachmis sounded annoyed, "I stole it fair and square. I should be thanked for keeping it away from our enemies, but instead, I get ridiculed and punished."
"You used the ship to raid and reave," Corvus interjected. Until she tried to repent for her actions as an Archon, he would
never allow Sachmis to forget that. "I do believe that qualifies as irresponsible handling."
His lover glared at him for a moment, "I want my ship back."
"And I'd like all the Orks and Daemons to die," He argued, "But we don't always get what we want."
"What I want," Sachmis snarled, "Is a reasonable and beneficial request, especially for you." She quieted down for a moment, "Think about it, Corvus…how dangerous I was in that ship and how useful I'd be if I was on your side in the next battle…"
Now
that was a good argument. Sachmis was an incredibly talented ship captain and, with the
Night Phoenix, had more than once outplayed Corvus and the Shadow in a dual. She also had done quite well as a Pirate-Admiral and was extremely dangerous in combat.
Before Corvus could consider it further, Sachmis got a dangerous glint in her eyes, "But I guess it wouldn't be all bad if I'm stuck on your ship," She moved, and he
carefully watched as she was now sitting/straddling his chest, giving him an eyeful.
Sachmis looked delighted, "It would make it far easier for the two of us to have our nightly interactions. Which would be…So. Much. Fun." Now she had a predatory look in her eyes.
"Well…um," This was dangerous water he was treading now, "We'd have to…decide on a schedule."
"We could," She leaned down to look him in the eyes, "But I think
spontaneity makes for an exciting virtue in lovers. Especially after how much fun we've had these past few nights."
Corvus's mouth suddenly felt dry, "I don't think that would be wise…" That little voice in his head was telling him that it wasn't, but so was engaging in such a physical relationship with an alien pirate, and that didn't stop Corvus.
"Hmm…" She considered that while Corvus was trying not to focus on the sensations, his body felt at the moment, "If that's the case, I'm sure I can find a better use of my time. It's not like we
need to have sex."
She tried to trap him, but Corvus remained resolute, "Sacrifices will have to be made."
"In which case, I'll probably spend time with the only other Aeldari on the ship," Sachmis smirked widely, "I'm sure Farseer Alcar will come to enjoyment company after a
few jokes on his part, and if nothing else, the three of us can spend a bit more time together."
Alcar and Sachmis, bickering and complaining together on his ship, with Corvus in the middle of that shitshow. Worse yet, an
aggravated Farseer and sexually frustrated Harlequin. The instigator of said woes, now sitting naked on his chest and looking overtly smug, would not let this go either.
Closing his eyes and breathing for a few moments, Corvus realized that he did, in fact, get trapped by Sachmis. As Father had warned him and his brothers, the Perfidious Aeldari were dangerous foes. Nonetheless, Corvus made a promise in his head to get back at Sachmis for this later. He didn't know how, but he would.
"Fine," He spoke up, "I'll make a request to Eldrad to let you get your ship back."
Again, to her credit, she wasn't smug or haughty about this victory. Instead, Sachmis happily cheered, acting like Corvus simply agreed to do something she wanted
with him, like going out on a date or seeing a show, rather than the blatant blackmailing.
She briefly kissed him, "Thank you," Corvus couldn't get over the sincerity in her thanks. It even washed away the bad taste left in his mouth from agreeing to her "request," instead, he felt a bit
relieved at making Sachmis happy. As if that was the most significant accomplishment. A pathetic feeling.
That was until Sachmis returned to showing her "appreciation" to Corvus. They seemed reinvigorated, continuing where they had just recently left off, burning away the rest of the night and into the early morning.
Mercifully, Corvus only had to make a few excuses to Eldrad when requesting for the
Night Phoenix to be handed over into the Primarch's care. The Great Seer mentioned that the ship was important, held a priceless artifact, and had a bounty from rival Kabals. No surprise there that Sachmis made a few enemies.
To that end, Eldrad authorized the request, admitting that the
Night Phoenix had been in drydock for the better half a decade, taking up space and doing nothing else. It was challenging to find an entire crew of Drukhari to willingly work for the Black Library, and even Corsairs refused.
Eldrad, however, stressed that this agreement came with a few strings attached to it. Such as a permanent Harlequin detachment onboard the
Night Phoenix and Sachmis needing to undergo something called a "Spirit Oath" to the Laughing God. Corvus was told it was a psychic lock akin to the ones she had gotten as a núromul. Sachmis wouldn't be happy about that, but it was a "take it or leave it" deal.
Aside from that, Eldrad advised Corvus that just because he could get the ship back didn't mean he was free to take it wherever nor was he permitted to research it. Additionally, he couldn't allow the
Night Phoenix to be destroyed or captured. The
Ulieth Orioss was too precious a relic to be lost forever. So no high-risk missions, even if Sachmis wanted to do them.
Finally, Corvus and Sachmis would need to find a crew for it. Eldrad wasn't going to provide his own Aeldari for it, and the Primarch would have to fund and supply this whole endeavor by his lonesome (although any damages done to the Phoenix would be fixed by the Library), and this left Corvus realizing that he took on
another expense.
There was some good news, though. Eldrad explained that since Corvus already had access to the Black Library via the Skeleton Key, he would be able to access the Ashen City of Commorragh. At first, Corvus didn't care, believing that such a vile place deserved only an entire shiphold's worth of exterminiatus munitions, but he did start to come around when Eldrad explained that it could easily prove useful to Ravenloft's investigations, especially since it was effectively under the control of Cegorach.
Finally, Eldrad explained that if Sachmis gained considerable power as a pirate-admiral, one that he could control, it would behoove Corvus to have a line to the Ashen City. A distasteful thought, but not without its virtue of usefulness.
Corvus agreed to the terms, as did Sachmis, with a bit of convincing. Eldrad would later comment to the Primarch that he made "extraordinary" progress with her in such a short time and was relieved that she didn't become argumentative or combative. A rather strange compliment, but one that was soured when Cegorach arrived and congratulated the Primarch for "training" Sachmis so well, especially to further his own goals.
Eldrad had the decency to glare at the god, but he didn't necessarily chide Cegorach for the comment. It was strange to feel the need to "defend" Sachmis, but perhaps it was more the implication that Corvus was acting like a master working on
conditioning a slave. Something felt wrong about it, mainly as Cegorach was somewhat correct. Corvus
was using Sachmis to further his own agenda.
Then again, had she not been doing exactly the same thing? At least, that's what Corvus believed was happening. It certainly made it easier to accept the idea. Perhaps he needed to reevaluate how far he'd go in all of this before it was too late. Then again, such a decision should've been made years ago.
In any case, Sachmis was thrilled to get her ship back, but now she needed a crew and supplies. Which inevitably led to her saying that she and Corvus should go to the Ashen City as soon as possible. She went so far as to call it a "date." Which made Corvus wonder what exactly qualified as a date in Aeldari culture.
However, Corvus needed to prepare for a few things. He would be the first Primarch to enter this Commorragh, the center of Drukhari power, and the strategic intel for the Imperium of Man would be vital in the long run. If nothing else, the Raven Guard could at least attempt to learn more about the Drukhari war capabilities.
Preparations for the journey took about a week. During this time, Corvus and Sachmis took a break from their base inclinations. A point in Sachmis's favor, as she did, in fact, dedicate herself to getting the
Night Phoenix ready for its eventual return to glory.
For a moment, the Primarch was even amused. She might have cared more about that ship than she did of him. Corvus respected that. He couldn't really imagine life without the
Shadow, either. Khan would've remarked that it was like losing a faithful steed and then getting it back.
Such insight mattered to Corvus, especially now. He knew that otherwise, Sachmis would've likely been grounded for the rest of her long life. So all those grateful kisses and comments by her were genuine. All these little things helped put further perspective on the woman he was becoming increasingly involved with. These last few days had been the strangest, even after everything Corvus had seen since becoming an ally of the Eldar.
Speaking of Eldar, Alcar had requested to go with him and Sachmis into Commorragh. He had a small detachment of Seer guards with him, which made Corvus wonder how they could
stand to be in his presence and simply needed a good enough reason for Eldrad to accept the excursion.
Sachmis hadn't been happy. Corvus, however, overruled whatever objections she might have had and politely but firmly told her to leave the Dregar talk behind. She barely agreed and remarked that she didn't want him on the bridge, barking out his visions.
That was one crisis resolved. Alcar also warned Corvus of a vision he had, "Tell your Ravens to not steal or stalk anyone while in the Ashen City. The Laughing God might control it now, but he doesn't control the hearts and minds of its citizens." Damn farseers. So that meant Eldrad knew what Corvus had planned, then.
While he was going to help Sachmis get her crew, Corvus desired intel. As much as he could, Corvus wanted information on the Drukhari culture, military capabilities, power structure, the movers and shakers, and anything related to the slave trade that could be exploited later. To that end, he brought most of Silence Squad for recon work.
The plan was simple enough, made more so by the fact that they didn't necessarily need to hide, with Silence Squad going out and looking into specific zones of the Ashen City. Sachmis advised that she would need several days to work out things; checking accounts, meeting with old contacts, killing a few people, and so on.
Eldrad had warned Corvus to not cause an incident, at least any incident that could be traced back to the Library or the Imperium. Destruction and murder were commonplace inside the Ashen City, but the last thing he wanted to see was future visions of civil war and chaos returning to the city.
Corvus wasn't interested in stirring up trouble. If anything, he wanted a clean mission to evaluate the "stronghold" of the Drukhari menace. A most peculiar exchange occurred when Eldrad advised Corvus to "be careful and wary of his surroundings" When Corvus asked why the Great Seer remarked that the Ashen City had gone through significant turmoil these last decades.
"Wars between Drukhari are horrible events, but Commorragh also dealt with a daemonic incursion during the most recent civil war. While the city weathered through it all, it was not without loss. The scars of these conflicts have cast a shadow of despair and uncertainty upon its people. Be aware of wondering souls and echos."
It was bizarre to hear that the Eldar were running what amounted to "aid relief" to the Ashen City. In hindsight, this should've been the first indicator to Corvus of just how bad the situation was in Commorragh.
His entourage hitched a ride on one such vessel. This allowed him to also glean knowledge on gaining entry into the city. Based on what Alcar and Sachmis knew, all major webway openings into Commorragh were heavily guarded by a joint task force of Aeldari. Such necessity reminded Corvus of worlds whose nation-states had to provide security and aid to a fellow nation who suffered greatly from war or civil strife.
"They'll be sweeping our vessel on the way back," The captain of their ride into Commorragh advised Corvus and the others, "Someone always tries to smuggle out weapons, drugs, and slaves via outbound Craftworld ships." Such a bizarre thing to hear at first. Yet Corvus considered this whole thing further and realized two things.
The first was that
leaving Commorragh was intentionally designed to be a complicated process, made even more so by Alcar and Sachmis explaining that the city itself
shifted and
warped itself almost daily. So even if you did escape, survive, and reach the webway (somehow), you'd likely be caught by the joint patrols. The second thing was Corvus realizing that this would mean that there were
other routes out of the city that didn't require going through checkpoints. Even the most amateur of smugglers knew to look for other avenues of approach, and Corvus suspected there were hundreds of smaller exits used by Drukhari.
Nevertheless, this indicated to Corvus just how dangerous it was to try and get these security measures. Alcar remarked that a Shadowseer monitored these known entrances and exits, Ando Xanthos. Sachmis even heard of him from other Harlequins and that Ando had a brutal reputation.
Ando was described as a dangerous, compulsive schizophrenic with an eye for the most delicate details. She claims that he had recently been promoted to head sentry of the Harlequin contingent on merit alone. The Shadowseer supposedly had habitually manipulated others into killing themselves…although neither Alcar nor Sachmis could confirm such a ghastly rumor.
Corvus made a mental note to see about finding alternative means out of Commorragh if push came to shove anyway. That aside, the rest of the journey to the Ashen City was without much note. This allowed Corvus to better understand the travel times and decipher how one moved about this part of the webway.
It was eerily. As they got supposedly closer and closer to Commorragh, Corvus could see what looked to be signs of battle. Burnt-out hulks of Aeldari vehicles, aircraft, skimmers, and even what appeared to be
voidships hung or floated or were
impaled into the foundations of the webway. How such a thing was possible escaped Corvus.
But that wasn't what caught his attention. He saw
things floating about these battlefields, if only for a moment. Shadowy figures that were most certainly not alive. His eyes did not deceive him, though, and Corvus felt dread knowing that they were likely lingering souls of dead Drukhari.
Sachmis and Alcar had no idea what he was talking about when he spoke of the figures, citing that anything worth taking had been picked clean years ago, and the bodies of the dead were cremated. Sachmis remarked that the souls of the deceased could sometimes be trapped within the Webway. Alcar argued that no such thing was possible, and if it was, you'd have a lot more Eldar dying here rather than let their souls get devoured by She Who Thirsts.
Neither knew what he was talking about, hinting to Corvus that he was seeing something beyond even the Aeldari's perception of the warp. Yet what was the webway or Commorragh doing to cause such an event? Why was Corvus able to see it? An answer wouldn't come until much later.
These remote battlefields weren't the exception either. As their vessel got closer, Corvus and his sons got the first look at the Drukhari structure design; which looked to be a series of what could only be called "encampments" hovering and strung about in a circular shape and formed almost like a row of jagged teeth. The lights gave it an eerily look, like a grinning, burning smile in the night.
"The Nines," Their captain and tour guide explained, "A recent development for Commorragh. A series of growing fortifications. Drukhari didn't use to build such things, especially so close to the city, but Lord Vect wanted some additional protection on the outer parameter of the city."
Dorn would've scoffed at these being called "forts," but Corvus was told that the Nines were mobile and reactive. Worse yet, they weren't even
finished, hinting they could potentially be improved even further. Corvus imagined it would be like one of Perturabo's famous drop fortresses…if they could redeploy a moment's notice and
grow.
Sachmis expressed doubt over the effectiveness of the Nines. "The Drukhari are terrible defenders by nature. Hiding behind walls isn't in our blood."
"She's right to say that," Alcar agreed, "Even the craftworlds didn't engage in such static warfare. The Crystal Dragons are the only shrine that cares about such things, but you'd be hard-pressed to find other war-shrines that embrace such tactics."
That was good to know, especially after hearing a Craftworlder and Drukhari sharing the same sentiments. Vect was a relatively unknown leader, and the Eldar refused to speak more of the Tattered Prince to Corvus. Eldrad called the man a "useful" ally, but that was the same way one of his brothers would've called their Father a "helpful" companion.
Getting passed the Nines was another simple task. It seemed that the Drukhari garrisons ignored the Craftworlder ships. Then again, perhaps Corvus failed to notice something about this ship that made it so that the Drukhari didn't harass them? Still too many unknowns here.
Whatever the case, the Nines looked to be the last checkpoint before reaching the Ashen City proper. As the city came into view, allowing Corvus to become the first Primarch to bear witness to it, he had to admit that it wasn't what he expected.
Perhaps he expected it to be akin to a Hive City or mayhaps a much more intimidating version of a Craftworld city. Yet as his eyes laid upon it for the first time, Corvus knew now that he had greatly underestimated what he saw here.
Commorragh was no mere metropolis. Its dimensions would be considered impossible if they could be read by conventional means. No Imperial scholar or Mechanicum Magi could hope to decipher its secrets in one lifetime. If anything, Commorragh looked more like a vast collection of satellite realms and cities linked by whatever arcane means now lost to the galaxy.
Sachmis claimed that the Ashen City itself was more akin to clustered concentrations that are, in reality, scattered across the galaxy, thousands of light-years apart in places, or so the rumors went. Alcar couldn't confirm or deny if any of that was true either.
The Black Library knew Commorragh was linked together by shimmering dimensional shortcuts and lanes. This was possible within the Webway, as immense distances between each sub-realm can be crossed with a single step.
Viewed from one perspective, Commorragh looked and felt more like a loose collection of far-flung nodes spread throughout the arteries of the Webway like a malevolent virus. The warp
blasted a symphony of an endless chorus of wretchedness and despair as if its multitude of spires acted as tuning forks for this place's cacophony of sorrow and evil.
Corvus could hear the sounds of war, although more a distant echo than anything, but also the
aching of the city itself. Were he a more technological focused Primarch like Ferrus or Perturabo, Corvus might have felt as if Commorragh was "sick" and "old," slowly trying to recover its strength, less it is devoured by a predator or killed by an unseen foe.
As he listened, Corvus heard the sounds of human voices quietly mixed among the alien and profane. Soldiers, merchants, smugglers, pirates, mercenaries, psykers, heretics, and
slaves. A neverending wail, like the crashing of waves upon rocks, originated from the slaves of this rotten and ailing city. Slaves of a hundred thousand worlds, hushed and whispering amongst themselves.
Stranger still was the gentle and subtle Prosperan song among all of this. That Corvus could hear that amongst all of this noise was telling enough. He would need to try and figure that particular mystery out sooner rather than later.
Beyond that…were the pillars and waves of shadow and darkness that seemed to network and surround the city. Like a vast ecosystem, it was all trying to expand its tendrils across Commorragh and into its very foundations. Even when Corvus saw the black suns, whose light shined upon everything in this place…the shadows swallowed all.
Their ship landed at Port Carmine. A rather human-sounding name, but ultimately just an issue of similar phonetics more than anything. Corvus was told they were initially going to head to Lower Commorragh, but a recent Kabalist war had broken out and wouldn't subside for the next few months (or whatever quantified as months here), and thus their arrival here.
Alcar mentioned that the Harlequins controlled the Port of Lost Souls, but that was for military use only. "We might be here on the Great Seer's command, but that doesn't mean we get preferential treatment." Corvus was fine with this. The less attention is drawn to them, the better. Besides, he didn't want to necessarily stay in a place called the "Port of Lost Souls."
Then again, he didn't like being here in Port Carmine. While he could see thousands of ships and aircraft, each more dazzling than the last, Corvus felt a bitter chill in the air and the smell of helplessness mixing in with the grime. In this distance, he could hear the sounds of battle, which Sachmis said was normal.
"Plenty of gangs still fighting out there," She remarked with a smile, "You'll find that many Drukhari are wild creatures. That isn't to say we are devoid of rules and honor." Sachmis sounded dismissive, "Besides, you and I should be fine if we encounter any roaming groups."
Corvus should've known that this place was dangerous outside of it just being the center of Dark Eldar power, but even he assumed it would be a bit more "controlled" in terms of violence and death. Yet it sounded like there was a constant fight taking place here. Weren't there any Enforcers or military presence to enforce some order, if not basic decency?
As a final warning, Alcar advised Corvus that staying here any longer than a week invited unnecessary risk to all of them, "Our presence has already been noticed, but the powers that be will conceal our activities for the time being." Had they already been discovered that fast?
With that timeframe and warning in mind, Alcar and his seer guard took off towards whatever objective he had come for, leaving Sachmis and Corvus to start looking for the former replacement crew. The Primarch also needed to get Silence Squad ready to do their intel gathering.
Deciding to follow the closest thing to an expert, he allowed Sachmis to make the first choice.
"For starters, you and I need some clothes that will make us fit in here or, better yet, hide who you are. Thankfully I know a few people. But first, I need to collect some favors if I want to make this work." She had a toothy grin, "After that, you and I are going to have a bit of fun!"
Gods, Corvus could already tell this was going to be a problem, "We're here for a reason, Sachmis. One that you claimed was imperative."
"No one said we can't enjoy ourselves while we are here," She cozied up towards the Primarch, "I know you aren't the 'fun' type, so I promise that we'll do something that I
know you will enjoy doing."
"Doubtful." Corvus felt the only thing that could make this experience enjoyable was if he could leave behind an exterminatus or two. Oh, the destruction he could unleash with just one cyclonic torpedo or one of Mortarions toxins. Commorragh most certainly deserved it. Instead, he'd have to tolerate his being here.
At the very least, this should be for an insightful journey into the heart of darkness.
Day One…
The captain of the vessel that took them to Commorragh was planning on sending a convoy of aid supplies to a section known as Dark Thirty within the Sprawls. The captain described it as a "neutral zone" for the Kabals, where Drukhari routinely divided food and drugs. A good meeting place for possible contacts, if nothing else.
Sachmis told Corvus to wear a concealing getup until she told him otherwise. Like most of humanity, the Drukhari had no idea what an Astartes, let alone a Primarch, looked like and would assume Corvus either a mutant, abhuman or some abomination.
Upon leaving Port Carmine, Corvus got his first look into the anarchy of the Ashen City. Sachmis explained that Port Carmine lay by the war-torn ruins known as the Sprawls. He saw only ruins, decay, and destruction from his vantage point in the lead convoy vehicle. Which was par the course. Such bleak streets play host to the Parched. Groups of cadaverous Dark Eldar that had fallen from grace wound up on their violent society's fringes.
These wretches were drawn ravenously to a battle whenever one broke out, vicariously experiencing the acts of extreme violence and drinking in the bloody spectacle to rejuvenate their wasted bodies. Three times Corvus witness murder in the streets on the way to Dark Thirty.
Sachmis explained that the Sprawls eventually give way to a network of atriums and chambers that flow the toxic acid-green waterway known as the River Khaïdes. A polluted series of trenches moved around and through the outer districts of central Corespur. Above the toxic surface of the foul river drift thin grav-craft bedecked in faded grandeur. The sorry hosts of these crafts earn little by hooking corpses from the Khaïdes and selling them as recycled corpse starch to slaves. Not too dissimilar to Corpse-Farmers on Hive worlds. These corpse-fishers often fall prey to one thing or another.
"Circle of life, here in the Sprawls. Sooner or later, you become what you eat." Sachmis didn't seem concerned over such a grizzly fate that awaited these Drukhari. Her casual dismissal or disdain towards her own people was somewhat appalling.
She further explained that once they were finished at Dark Thirty, they would likely go through the Null City, the strongholds of the mercenary factions. Sachmis would need hired guns and thugs for the ship's internal defenses. That and she could find decent gunnery crews among their numbers. Besides, she wanted to get some new clothes for herself
and Corvus. Make sure they can fit in and avoid drawing attention.
The more Corvus heard of Commorragh, the more he could only imagine what Konrad might have done if he and his Legion had the time, resources, and free reign to do whatever they wanted to bring justice to this place.
During the trip, Corvus witnessed what he thought was gang warfare. Their convoy was attacked, but it wasn't the target of the gangs; it was just caught in the crossfire. Sachmis laughed and said it was good to be back in Commorragh.
Corvus knew then that this was going to be a strange week.
Day Two…
The time spent at Dark Thirty was a relatively ordinary and uneventful affair. Sachmis and Corvus barely spent time in it, anyway. Sachmis made a few "collections," which resulted in her taking bribes, breaking a few bones, and killing a few dregs. Plenty were surprised to see her again, let alone in one piece. Just as many made the mistake of trying their luck, thinking she wasn't a threat anymore.
Corvus was impressed with the speed and efficiency of her collections. If only tax collectors showed such enthusiasm in the Imperium. It made him think about how nobles would react if Imperial creditors and taxmen were keen to break a few fingers to get their money. Then again, maybe the Administratum was much more cutthroat than Corvus was willing to give them credit.
The two of them headed into the heart of Null City, which allowed Corvus to see the object levels of brutal poverty and wartorn streets. He saw more
shadows moving about in these places, yet Sachmis didn't know what Corvus was talking about. What surprised him, though, was the number of humans openly walking about Null City.
Well, that wasn't entirely accurate. Humans moved openly in districts that they exclusively controlled. The League held the most prominent sections, called "Mon'Keigh Zoos" by the locals, and it showed the level of military hardware they had at checkpoints. A foreign occupying army, if nothing else.
Sachmis wasn't amused. She must have been gone long enough and kept away from any news of this development. Corvus certainly had only heard rumors about the dealings of the Zanzibar League with alien elements. Flirting with danger, considering the Imperium's stance on such things. Not that it mattered much, especially when Corvus remembered his current companion.
Null City was also where the Primarch could get his disguise for the rest of the Ashen City by going to a special tailor or near-about for a Drukhari. For once, since arriving in this awful place, Corvus was impressed by the speed, skill, and material used for the creation of city camouflage as it effortlessly wrapped around his body and didn't constrain his movement.
He was not so happy when Sachmis came out with her "disguise." It was far too scandalous for his liking, more akin to the uniform of a woman of the night. He'd be lying if he didn't think it wasn't tantalizing.
Corvus couldn't help himself, "Where is the rest of your clothing?"
Sachmis gave him a bemused look, "What do you mean? This is it."
"I thought we were trying to not attract attention?" The Primarch gestured towards his own getup that made him look like an up-right standing Ogryn wearing a modified suit of synskin. Overall, very non-descript and forgettable in this sea of darkness and war.
Sachmis, on the other hand…well, Corvus didn't need to go into further details.
"This is pretty normal for going out," She remarked with a proud smile, "Lots of Wych's go around wearing far less. It's a handy tactic when facing certain opponents."
He didn't see such tactical use, "Why not just wear more armor?"
"Then everyone thinks I have something to hide." Sachmis gave him an exacerbated look, "You can wear armor because I expect you to take a few shards for me. But I'm expected to do negotiations, and I will
not deny using my assets because my lover is either a prude or jealous."
Sachmis ended the conversation then and there, and Corvus was left trying to not fume at letting this alien woman just shut him down like that. He was certainly not happy when they went back out into the streets, and Corvus heard a few League mercs vocalizing their
appreciation of her choice of clothing.
At the very least, Sachmis paid them no mind. Her general disdain for baseline humanity coming forward once more. For once, he was thankful for Aeldari racial bigotry.
Day Three…
The decision to move coreward was, once again, made in a vacuum as far as Corvus was concerned. Sachmis needed to speak with an old patron who could point her in the right direction for finding a crew for the Night Phoenix. A Kabalite Lord by the name of Kahera.
From how Sachmis spoke of this Kahera, he was a former adviser to none other than Asdrubael Vect before being dismissed. A reward for his service to the "Supreme Overlord" of Commorragh. Kahera was located in the Inner Rings of the Ashen City called Sorrow Fell.
Sachmis had to hire the services of an escort. Not because she and Corvus would need it, but simply to cover the length of the journey. Taking one of the Hover Skiffs over to Sorrow Fell allowed the Primarch to better understand this blasted metropolis's general size and scope.
To Corvus's surprise, the coreward, or Corespur as the locals called it, was home to hundreds, perhaps even thousands, of city-states and fortress estates. To call it functional would be an insult to civilization. The Primarch couldn't imagine a world where a single estate had the same military hardware and defense as one of Dorn or Perturbo's forts.
What startled Corvus was the number of skiffs and air patrols. No less than nine times was their skiff boarded for "random" inspection, to which Sachmis was required to explain her presence and then offer a quick bribe or kill one of the guards. The latter worked out more often than not, as the next guard in charge was more than happy to take the position of their deceased superior.
All that nonsense out of the way, arriving at the Estate of Kahera took only six or so hours. Corvus, however, was denied entry into the inner sanctum. Sachmis apologized, but the Kabalite master didn't allow anyone in, save for people he trusted. Corvus didn't think Sachmis was
trusted so much as she had leverage over the Kabalite master.
So, Corvus was stuck waiting.
Then the most peculiar thing happened. Corvus waited in the "living room" of this estate, which he noted was full of taxidermied heads and creatures (not all of which were beasts, but what Corvus suspected to be other sapient species); a young Drukhari entered. Young was subjective regarding the Aeldari, but Corvus was at least 85% certain this Drukhari was around the young adult age.
At first, Corvus thought nothing of it. He expected either casual disdain or perhaps just being ignored. Instead, the young Drukhari, clearly female and wearing what looked to be a more conservative style of dress, seemed interested in Corvus (or at least in so much that Sachmis's bodyguard looked interesting) and then had the gall to approach.
"Are you human?"
Corvus wasn't sure how to initially respond to that. Strange that she called him human and not a Mon'keigh. So he answered somewhat truthfully, "Of a sort, yes."
"You're pretty big for one."
"For you."
"My name is Kihrerae." She courtsied to Corvus. He hadn't been expecting such a courteous response. Just what did this Kihrerae want from him?
Kihrerae was another beautiful, if not otherworldly, young woman. While Corvus had no idea about Drukhari aristocracy, he knew enough to tell that she was a noble's daughter and perhaps even a scion of whatever Kabal Kahera controlled. Regardless, the Primarch still didn't know what was happening here.
"Hello," Corvus greeted back, "I am…Cornix Wraith." Of all the names, why did he call himself that? This disgusting place was messing with his mind.
The young Drukhari processed that name for a moment, "Strange, but you humans are quite…
odd by nature." She meant primitive or backward or some other negative descriptor. At the very least, Kihrerae was trying to be friendly.
"I suppose we are."
An awkward silence passed for a moment before Kihrerae spoke up, "Would you be displeased if I asked you some questions?" Corvus stared at her for a moment. He almost wished she
demanded to ask him questions but was polite and even demure.
If this was a trick, Corvus didn't see the angle here. Was there any harm in answering a few questions? Indeed, he could lie or not divulge certain information, claiming ignorance or redirecting the answer.
Still, he needed to be careful, "I don't know if that is appropriate. Should you even be speaking with me?"
"I can assure you that it will be fine. My guards won't cause an issue, and Father is speaking with your mistress." His
mistress. Ye gods, Corvus couldn't let Sachmis hear that title. And this Kihrerae was the daughter of Lord Kahera. Good to know.
"Fine," Corvus found a seat, "Ask your questions." He saw the look in Kihrerae's eyes and figured he would be here for a while. So far, this might have yet been the strangest encounter Corvus faced since coming to this awful realm.
Day Four…
Corvus and Kihrerae must have spent a good four hours talking; that was to say, it was the young woman asking all the questions and the Primarch answering. The inquiries started out innocently enough, but almost all were about human culture or particular aspects of it. Kihrerae didn't care for knowledge about the Imperium or worlds but rather about physiology and genetics.
And that was when the conversations got even stranger. Kihrerae wasn't fishing for information but rather asking for details that should've been common knowledge, like human reproductive rates or how a human produces adrenalin. Things like skin, hair, and eye colors were also a strange interest, with Kihrerae hinting that it was all the "rage" to take on famous hairstyles found among gangers and criminal elements.
Yet nothing could prepare Corvus for when she started asking about specific individuals, namely the Night Lords and their infamous Primarch, Konrad Curze. When Corvus admitted that he knew plenty, he could've sworn that Kihrerae eyes sparked in delight! After that, the young Drukhari started asking a barrage of questions, many of which were about Curze.
When Corvus finally found a moment to ask why Kihrerae was so interested in such details on such an infamous Primarch, the young woman admitted that she and many other Drukhari, albeit a small percentage of young ones, had become enthralled with the Night Haunters' exploits and they were fans of him.
Unbelievable. Konrad Curze, one of the most infamous and deranged men in the entire galaxy, had a Drukhari fan club. What was worse (or amusing, Corvus couldn't decide) was how Kihrerae
swooned at how dangerous and crazy Curze was to his victims. Kihrerae went so far as to say, "I'd do anything to be tortured by him. It'd be like a flesh-sculptor asking you to model for them because your visage invoked the Dark Muses."
After this discussion, Corvus knew that all Drukhari women were completely
insane regarding romance. Speaking of the insane, Sachmis finally returned after nearly 12 hours of negotiations with Lord Kahera. Said Kabalite was also still absent. Either a very shy or paranoid man, it seemed.
Kihrerae introduced herself to Sachmis and promptly put Corvus in an awkward position when she mentioned how much she enjoyed talking with Cornix Wraith. The look his lover sent him made the Primarch think that Sachmis would
enjoy bringing that up for the rest of the trip.
Nevertheless, Sachmis announced that an agreement had been reached with Lord Kahera and that they were allowed to stay the night. Kihrerae seemed overjoyed, and Corvus felt she was probably happy to have guests over. A whisper in the back of his mind made the Primarch wonder what it was like for a child or young adult to grow up in such a dangerous or hostile environment. It must have been like the Imperial nobility, with more horror and murder.
Corvus wanted to know what exactly Sachmis had done to get an agreement, but that was an issue as Kihrerae played the part of hostess, resulting in Sachmis and Corvus playing nice with the young woman. Sachmis was on her best behavior, going so far as to be friendly to Kihrerae and answer any questions. A surprise to Corvus but a welcomed one.
When they finally retired for the "night," which might have been early morning, Sachmis was escorted to a master bedroom while Corvus was given an entire servants' quarters. Well, no surprise there. No one would want a human close to a Drukhari woman.
Unsurprisingly, Sachmis took the initiative and snuck into
his room. Now, Corvus was ready to ask questions and find out just what exactly their next step was…but Sachmis arriving in only a nightgown and with an increasingly familiar look of desire, put that off for some time.
Finally, Corvus got her to explain what happened, and she remarked that all Lord Kahera wanted was for them to start a war among several enemies here in the Sorrow Fell before the end of tonight. In exchange, Lord Kahera would erase all of Sachmis's debts
and offer a Black Contract for a group of pirates, reavers, and mercenaries known as Leviathan.
That was all well and good, but Corvus had more than a few pointed and angry questions towards Sachmis; how were they supposed to start a war here, why did she have debts to clear, and what exactly made this Leviathan gang worth all this effort?!
Sachmis explained that she had a plan, that clearing these debts was necessary, and that Leviathan was one of the most sought-after pirate crew in the entire galaxy,
and the Black Contract would keep them loyal to her
forever. So after a little bit more coaxing and assurances, the Primarch
finally agreed to help her. Which was good because she had already volunteered him to Lord Kahera.
So what mattered now was starting a war among several city-states in a few hours. Not exactly easy, but necessarily impossible for the two of them, either. Sachmis had a plan. It was to cause everyone to blame one another and start fighting…which was pathetically easy, as Corvus soon learned.
To make a long story short, and if you were to ask either Sachmis or Corvus what happened, they would both explain that all it took was the two of them sneaking into the estates, planting evidence, killing a few people, and then just waiting for the right moment to let everything play out naturally. All done in two hours and with no one spotting them.
And while Corvus would never admit it, he had
fun with Sachmis. She showed him a few tricks for moving about such a dangerous place as Sorrow Fell, and the former Archon even led him to a secret that only the Drukhari knew of the underground caverns and catacombs under the great city-states. The shadows in such places whispered to Corvus of ancient treasures and hidden horrors. Were he to send a few of his marines to scour this place…
Success was ultimately assured, especially with the planted prepared evidence from Lord Kahere. When they returned to his estate, the still absent Kabalite lord sent his daughter and several servants to congratulate the couple. Not only had fighting broken out within the last hour, but there were already reports of two city-states being obliterated! All in a day's work.
That such destruction warranted celebration among one's own kind. There was toasting to a hard-won victory, but this was just terrorism to instigating massacres for little political change in a sliver of land within the Ashen City. Should Corvus have felt a bit more disgust, though? If nothing else, there was less Dark Eldar in the galaxy, but the loss of life to all the slaves was abhorrent. Then again, he doubted anyone in this vile land cared. Ultimately, Sachmis got all her debts erased and her Black Contract.
As one gesture of goodwill, Kihrerae gifted the two one of the estate's hover-skiffs that could take them
up into the highest reaches of Commorragh.
Day Five…
Their journey toward High Commorragh began with an attack by a squadron of Drukhari jetbikes. Which, unfortunately, caused Sachmis and Corvus to make an emergency landing in what was called the Middle Darkness. His lover remarked that she should've known better than try and move to the upper levels.
"Oh well," She nonchalantly commented after exiting the hulked remains of the skiff, "We'll need to pick up a new vehicle to get up. I'm sure someone around will be generous if I ask nicely." Sachmis "nicely" repurposed a pair of Hellion "Skyboards" after killing most of the attacking gang that came thinking they'd pick through their charred remains.
Corvus had never ridden a Skyboard, but he was a quick and motivated learner as another band of Hellions approached. The skies of Middle Darkness seemed to be crawling with hundreds of these pale-faced figures screaming in wild glee upon approach. During these battles, Corvus wondered how Sanguinius and his sons would've handled such enemies if they were a more cohesive and component force.
Hellions had spirit, but they lacked discipline. Courage and speed didn't make up for most military failings, as they soon learned while fighting a Primarch and Núromul. Hours passed as they fought their way through the skies and ruined towers of the Middle Darkness. Corvus thought by this point, things had reached their climax.
Then he and Sachmis heard the roar of engines and music. At first, Corvus wondered if the Hellions were finally bringing heavier vehicles to fight them, but his companion swore under her breath and spoke, "Ugh, a Sky War now? Reavers and Scourages must have heard about our battle
and the chaos back in Sorrow Fell. Such rotten timing."
Rather than ask a stupid question, Corvus directed his attention to this of newcomers…it was like staring at the Drukhari version of the White Scars or Blood Angels. Thousands of Dark Eldar flew upon great Jetbikes, while others
flew with organic wings! More insanity from the very skies of this place.
As Corvus and Sachmis were caught in the middle of this Sky War, the two kept together as they ascended further, fighting to escape this skirmish. At one point, Corvus traded a Skyboard for a much more accommodating Jetbike, making sure to kill the most important looking Drukhari "Reaver" in the process.
Sachmis was cheering and laughing the entire time, and Corvus couldn't tell if it was the Harlequin or Pirate spirit or both that encouraged her. The Primarch wasn't sure if he'd call this her element, but she certainly excelled in this chaos. She ditched her Skyboard and joined Corvus on his Jetbike, acting as a gunner to his driving.
Finally, after hours of fighting and killing, the pair reached what looked to be a border between the Middle Darkness and High Commorragh, guarded by a Drukhari destroyer. Corvus expected this to be another problem, especially as he saw Raven Fighters (how the Dark Eldar knew such a creature was beyond Corvus) on approach.
Shockingly enough, they
ignored him and Sachmis and focused on the ensuing Sky War behind them. Even Sachmis seemed confused at this fortuitous event but didn't question it. The two continued onward towards High Commorragh after a journey that should've taken a few hours took all of the day.
Corvus knew that nothing was ever easy in the Ashen City.
Day Six…
Like every other region, Corvus found that High Commorragh had its own brand of wretchedness. Unlike the war-torn streets of Low Commorragh, the abject lawlessness of Middle Darkness, or the faux wealth of Sorrow Fell, it was here among the highest spires of the Ashen City that the elites of Drukhari society reigned supreme.
Archons, Dracons, famed warriors, and other figures of social status called these protruding towers of self-indulgent greed and wanton murder home. Here, the masterminds behind the greatest Kabals that plagued the galaxy plotted, schemed, and grew rich off their plunders.
If only Corvus had a big enough bomb for it all.
Sachmis called it a place of great luxury and status for the ruling class, even after all the woes that had befallen most of Commorragh. If anything, the citizens of High Commorragh consider themselves blessed even more after such brutal events. Yet even after all the suffering, their fellow Drukhari faced, this has done nothing to diminish their great distaste towards those who live in other regions of the city, such as Low Commorragh and the Old City. The denizens of High Commorragh dub these areas Ynnealidh, or the "Necropolis below."
As Corvus wondered where they should go next, Sachmis told him of an old safehouse she had hidden among the Spires. "We're lucky; everyone is distracted by the Sky War that we shouldn't get into too much trouble." When she remarked, there were still plenty of Scourages and aerial beasts in these parts, Corvus wondered if anywhere was safe in this godsforsaken realm.
Sachmis suggested they stay low for a bit, and Corvus readily agreed. They had been fighting almost non-stop for almost two days, resting only for a moment at Lord Kahera's estate before starting a war and ending up in the middle of
another war. They were on a strict schedule, but Sachmis had all she needed. A brief moment of respite was in order.
Finding the safehouse was easy enough; landing wasn't much of an issue either. Corvus saw a rather dilapidated building and plenty of shadows scuttling and whispering about the home, almost like they were afraid of the two. The Primarch wasn't sure what to think of that, but he wasn't in the mood for any more shenanigans.
To hear it from Sachmis, this was one of many properties she
once owned. No doubt most of her properties were stolen or repossessed, but this building looked like an ancient manor that no one wanted. Not that anyone would try to take this place. Sachmis mentioned a few automated defenses and traps that would discourage trespassers.
Once inside, Corvus saw what looked to be more Aeldari home features than something of Drukhari design. Was this owned by actual Craftworlders at one point? Maybe even Pre-Fall Eldar? Just how old was Commorragh?
Corvus didn't get the chance to ask questions. As Sachmis returned with some food and wine (all of which seemed to have poisonous additives to them), the two relaxed in what Corvus assumed to be a living room next to what he thought was a fireplace (although he doubted the Drukhari burned wood here for heat) and chatted for a bit.
A moment of quiet inquiry and reflection would do them both some good. Corvus was
somewhat correct in this assessment, as the two spoke…for about an hour. Past this initial hour, Sachmis became slightly drunk and then affectionate. Sachmis readily admitted how "excited" she was at all the fighting and impressed with how Corvus seemed so
adjusted to the Ashen City.
Try as he might get her to clarify that statement, Sachmis was more interested in pursuing more physical activities of relaxation. Corvus decided to ask his questions later. The Primarch was finding it increasingly difficult to say "no" to her whenever such acts of intimacy were involved, and Corvus would be remiss to turn her down. He did make a promise to himself to set some boundaries and rules.
And then a strange opportunity presented itself. When the two finished their session of lovemaking, Sachmis fell asleep. A drunk and exhausted Drukhari, dead to the world at large and in such a dangerous place as Commorragh, her only ally being a Primarch. Sachmis was much more carefree than she admitted or trusted Corvus with her life.
He hoped it was the former, as Corvus wasn't sure he'd reciprocate such trust to Sachmis.
In any case…Corvus was free to do as he pleased, and the Primarch decided to do a little bit of recon outside. Sachmis might have been his guide, yet Corvus wondered if she was making sure the Primarch hadn't seen
too much of this rotten realm.
So he snuck out. Just for a few minutes, he told himself. Corvus certainly didn't want to return to the safe house to see Sachmis either dead or gone. Most certainly, the Primarch had no interest in coming back to an
angry Sachmis over him leaving without telling her.
All in all, just a little quiet observation.
Exiting into the relatively empty "streets" and "roads" and remaining out of sight was child's play to Corvus. The shadows were quiet, but Corvus could still sense them. Watching him from beyond even his eyes. As he moved about, the Primarch finally got a more "peaceful" look of Drukhari high society.
The first observation Corvus made was the number of slaves moving about. Most were in rags and looking malnourished, while some looked more taken care of and well-groomed. To his disgust, he saw elders and children alike among the unwashed masses. They all looked hurried, not just because of the nearby Drukhari barking orders. The strangest thing, even the slavers looked concerned about something.
As the throngs of slaves and masters began to disperse for an hour or so, Corvus got a better look at the environment. To his astonishment, it seemed like a celebration was planned at some point. Corvus could see what he believed to be festival trappings across the buildings and roads. He probably shouldn't have been too surprised. Indeed a race as decadent as the Drukhari found whatever reason to celebrate one thing or another. If just for the excuse to drink and whore.
Now, what exactly was the reason to celebrate, though? Had they already started to cheer at the war he helped cause in Sorrow Fell? The avalanche of madness from these people buried any sort of sense of right or wrong or morality.
Just then, Corvus heard a rather peculiar sound far off. It sounded like an animal
howling, but it was almost distorted. It made Corvus grit his teeth as if in pain from simply hearing the damn thing, even though it must have been kilometers away. Sachmis warned him there were beasts and mutant creatures around them…but he had yet to see what constituted one for the Ashen City.
A few minutes later, Corvus saw another peculiar sight hovering on the roads. A group of Drukhari and humans, armed to the teeth and moving next to what looked to be a sizeable hover-skiff carrying
cages of all things. But as the Primarch got a better look, he saw something extraordinary.
The humans accompanying the Drukhari were not League mercenaries. They looked more like Feral worlders wielding Drukhari blades and nets. Most were wearing only leathers, but Corvus saw markings, tattoos, and what he thought were runes seared into their skin. A strange gathering of slaves.
When looking over at their masters, Corvus didn't know what to think. The Drukhari tended to pride themselves on being noble and haughty in their clothing and armor. Yet the men that Corvus could see looked similar enough to the humans next to them. Adorned with masks of bone and wood, with totems and abnormal iconography…Corvus thought he was looking at the equivariant of shamans or
druids as Ravenloft once described to him.
Just what in the name of the gods was going on here? Who were these men? His answer unknowingly came from that unsettling
howling that was now considerably closer than before. It didn't take Corvus long to put two and two together. These men were here for whatever beast was out and about.
Corvus knew of the anti-beast companies on Hive Worlds, men and women left to clear out all the nasty creatures born of radioactive or warp contamination. Many heard the stories and legends, even from halfway across an entire segmentum, of giant monsters or strange abominations plaguing the sewers and forgotten ruins. It seemed that Drukhari had their own version of monster hunters.
Well, time to see how these ones handled the monsters of the Ashen City. Corvus stalked them for about forty-five minutes, watching and learning, hearing their chants and yells of "Syran, come forth!" This Syran must have been their target. A strange melody could be heard among the howls of beasts, and the smell of
meat and sweat hung in the air. How unsettling. Corvus could almost taste flesh, but he saw the shadows around him starts to recede and recoil. Something had terrified even the dead of this place.
Finally, Corvus and the hunters below could hear something approach. The howling was now accompanied by the beating of hooves and paws…a great mass of them. A stampede. As Corvus moved towards a better and higher vantage point, he saw what looked to be hundreds of creatures of various shapes and sizes. Each was a different species, but all looked mutated and blood-crazed.
Down below, the hunters cheered and hollered, beating their swords and spears in preparation for battle. One of the Drukhari called out in a sickly sweet voice, "Syran! Oh, Syran! Your playtime is over! Eaten your fill! Killed enough! Now the Pitts call for you!"
Corvus watched as the horde of mutants soon crashed into a wall of steel and bone as the hunters swiftly put down the wild animals. A few of them were overwhelmed and torn apart, but those casualties were all human. All the while, the Drukhari kept an eye out for this Syran.
The one that spoke called out again before grabbing a totem, bringing it up to his lips, and blowing on it. A strange whistle was heard, reminding Corvus of the ones used by the Space Wolves to call for their wolves in the forests of Fenris.
Syran appeared, either drawn or forced from the shadows. Corvus recoiled in disgust at the creature that had hidden amongst the shadows. The damn thing looked like a daemonic hound! A nightmare given shape and form. It was clearly leading the other mutants but was now caught in the open.
It gave an otherworldly shriek and howl that made Corvus think of a dying,
laughing beast. Such a revolting abomination. And as he watched the Drukhari pull out nets, Corvus realized these men intended to capture Syran.
Syran launched himself against the hunters, killing three in one swoop but was soon overwhelmed by nearly two dozen Drukhari, all while the humans fought and killed its dwindling horde. Perhaps if it was in a pack of
whatever this species of the beast was called, it would've had a better chance of resisting capture.
Alas, Syran could not kill all the Drukhari and was netted after only a minute of fighting and promptly dragged back to the hover skiff. Placed in a cage, Syran growled and hissed at its captors, agitated and pacing inside. The hunters
cheered at a successful hunt. They soon gathered the bodies of the dead, and five minutes later, a fire burned them all to ash.
As the hover skiff moved, the piles of ash were blown away, leaving only bloodstains to mark that anything had happened. All in all, it was an immediate and effective capture and clean-up. Corvus was somewhat impressed.
Deciding to get a better look at things, he descended to the street. The shadows had returned and seemed disinterested in things. Corvus was sadly mistaken if he was expected to gain answers to what just happened. Nothing was left. Not even an echo of the battle that took place here.
He did find one thing of note, though. A bone totem. One of the bodies must have dropped it while it was moved. The totem looked innocuous enough to grab and examine, but Corvus could sense a dark aura protruding from it. Now, what could that mean? Pocketing the totem, Corvus had perhaps the one "souvenir" from his time in this wretched place. Maybe even something to take back to Ravenloft for research.
All signs pointed to this Syran being a warp beast of some kind. Not only from its ability to hide or its otherworldly aura but by the means used to hunt it. These Drukhari had to use a sort of psychic discipline, or perhaps something more divine, to summon and corner it.
Every moment in this nightmare was enlightening to some extent.
Day Seven…
Angry women were a pain to deal with, especially when you were in some strange relationship with them. Upon his return to the safe house, Corvus waited until the "morning" when Sachmis awoke and asked him if anything had happened. When he opted to be truthful, the former Archon wasn't happy with him.
"In case you haven't noticed, Commorragh is a rather dangerous place. And while I doubt you were in any danger, the last thing we want is one of the Kabals thinking some rogue Astartes are running around in the High Spires."
She had a point. If it was anywhere else, the Drukhari leadership would've ignored any supposed sightings of an Astartes. But here among the elites? The last thing any Drukhari wanted to hear was that, especially if someone got it in their head that the "famous" Konrad Kruze was skulking around.
Plus, Astartes were moving about their wretched city. Not that Sachmis needed to know about that. They argued for half an hour before he mentioned what had happened and about the supposed festival.
Once again, Sachmis seemed to understand what he was talking about, especially when he showed the recovered totem from last night. The look of revulsion on her face was telling, as was the subsequent look of curiosity.
"What you saw last night was a group of Beastmasters. A sub-faction of the Wych Cults here in Commorragh, although relatively minor. Now, describe for me the creature you saw, this Syran?"
"Damnest thing I've seen yet in the galaxy. It was long of fang and claw. Too many eyes to be natural and with the blackest pits in them. With a sinewy frame, reminding me of the Fenrisian wolves."
"And with red skin and bone protrusions on its back? Like skeletal arms."
Corvus nodded, "You know what manner of beast this Syran was?"
"Oh yes, a Khymera."
"A Chimera?"
"No,
Kymera." She enunciated the word for Corvus, "A beast of nightmares. Someone must have been a particularly awful dream these last few days." What? She couldn't mean it was
literally born of a person's nightmare.
"By nightmare, you mean something warp related?"
"No," Sachmis shook her head, "Well, yes
and no. A Khymera is technically ushered into the materium via Beastmasters going into dream-quests and summoning the Khymera into this reality. They then enslave them as half-real nightmares. So they are half-warp and half-material in nature."
Astonishing! To think that such a thing was even possible. The Drukhari could use dreams and nightmares by channeling the warp to create physical avatars of coalesced energies. These Beastmasters must have used totems and other sorcery to locate and tame these Khymeras.
Lockcraft would be interested to hear of this…
"Nevermind the Khymera," Sachmis interjected, "What was this about a festival?"
Corvus awkwardly tried to explain that he saw what looked to be signs of one taking place outside and among the streets. Sachmis didn't know what was being celebrated but remarked that it didn't matter. She still needed to meet with Leviathan and finally get her crew. Corvus noted that was fine, especially as today was the day they were supposed to leave and head back to the Black Library.
Sachmis wasn't happy about that last part, but she didn't argue the point. Corvus was about ready to leave Commorragh, regardless of how the Leviathan meeting ended. With that in mind, the two prepared for the day. Corvus was ready to go home and be among his own kind, but he could tell that Sachmis wasn't so keen.
Before leaving his estate, Lord Kahera advised Sachmis on the location of the Leviathan leadership within a spire known as the Abyssos Keep. All Sachmis needed to do was present the Black Contract, offer her terms and conditions, and have them all sign…or kill the leadership.
Imagine his surprise when arriving at Abyssos Keep and arranging a meeting with the leaders was without issue. They also seemed to greet and welcome Sachmis into their home, treating her like royalty. Even after her "demotion" to becoming a Harlequin, the former Archon still had some influence left in this part of the Ashen City. Then again, maybe Leviathan knew she had the Black Contract now.
Regardless, Corvus was treated to a rare event; Drukhari business negotiations. Even with the Black Contract, Sachmis still had to argue, barter, and bargain for favorable arrangements. It was easy to say that loyalty was a precious and expensive commodity among pirates. So to that end, she needed to ensure that Leviathan accepted a deal that favored her more than anything.
For once, Corvus witnessed a different side to Sachmis. He knew her skills as a pirate, fighter, captain, and lover…but seeing her diplomatic and negotiating prowess was enlightening. Her talks about forming a "pirate empire" didn't seem all that impossible if she could actually keep a cohesive government.
Negotiations lasted for the better part of the morning and afternoon, and Corvus had been in this realm long enough to get a general idea of time to make that assertion. An agreement was reached, and Sachmis each had the ruling member of Leviathan sign the Black Contract with blood and pay with a single gold coin.
The deed was done, and their mission was accomplished. Sachmis had her crew for the
Night Phoenix.
A few more hours passed within that meeting room, namely the logistics of getting the additional manpower and resources ready for transport. A veritable war cache had to be arranged to ensure that
Night Phoenix could operate at optimal readiness. Future planning and arrangements would have to be made within the Black Library. No doubt Eldrad would have to personally authorize such a large contingent of Dark Eldar.
Additionally, Sachmis wanted to find more allies. Already thinking about other pirates and Corsairs that would like to fight alongside her ship with the promises of slaves and loot…Corvus knew that would be an awkward and argumentative conversation for later and would require Eldrad's presence.
To Corvus, it was clear that the rush of power wasn't just enjoyable to Sachmis; it was liberating in its own right. She was invigorated, and when she and Corvus finally exited Abyssos Keep, she was laughing and practically dancing.
When Corvus wondered if he had made an enormous mistake, Sachmis approached and practically lept into his arms to kiss him. And damn if his previous thoughts turned towards more lascivious thoughts. Stranger still was that he did feel
proud of her. If nothing else, Sachmis had gone to some length to get what she wanted, getting her hands dirty in the process.
Sachmis wanted power and was willing to work to get it. Perhaps at
any cost. Another warning for Corvus to keep in mind. At the very least, she was grateful for his assistance in this matter and was almost eager to show off that gratefulness.
It was around this point that Corvus noticed the bustling activity. He saw slaves, Drukhari, and even freemen moving about. Strange and alien sounds echoed in the streets and spires, the smell of meats and smoke wafting in the air, and as the evening began on their seventh day in the Ashen City, a celebration unfolded.
"We most certainly shall enjoy ourselves tonight!" Sachmis remarked to Corvus before grabbing his hand and dragging him along (granted, Corvus wasn't resisting) toward the festivities. A part of him wasn't interested in partaking in such an event or
mingling with the likes of slavers or aliens. Yet the genuine joy from Sachmis was surprisingly enticing to even a dour man like Corvus.
Was there any actual harm in spending some time before leaving?
Corvus acquiesces to her request, "We can't spend too much time here, do remember that Alcar will be waiting for us. However, if you feel so inclined."
Sachmis gave him a smug look, "Good. Because if you said no, I wouldn't give you your
reward for helping me." Corvus really didn't like the idea of there being "rewards" for his aid. It implied a give-and-take within the relationship. Then again, wasn't it technically a foundation for something like this?
"I can only imagine it would be more or less the same thing we've done these past few nights…" As he spoke that, Corvus saw a tantalizing glint in Sachmis's eyes upon hearing that remark. It filled the Primarch with a bit of dread.
His lover laughed, and Corvus heard the tone of a Harlequin in it, "Oh my…you have no idea what I am capable of, do you?"
Corvus wisely did not answer. Something was telling him that he might not want to know at this moment. Whether that was for his own sanity or to surprise him worried him. Nevertheless, it was time to go to this festival and see what the Drukhari did for celebrations.
If nothing else, it shouldn't be a relatively enlightening observation.
Festivals were a strange thing. In practice, a human festival was an expressive way to celebrate glorious heritage, culture, and traditions. Each planet had numerous causes for celebration. A means to rejoice in glorious moments of history and express one's connection and contributions towards the continuation of such pride in family, community, or nation.
Yet as Corvus walked amongst the Drukhari festivities, he found himself in a wretched place. He should've known better. After everything Corvus had seen these last few days in the Ashen City…this celebration extolled all the sins of the Drukhari.
Everywhere he went, debauchery and arrogance could be seen. Slaves were handing out drugs and spirits, while some were made into living entertainment for cruel masters or equally debased visitors. The air was thick with a cloud of smoke that Corvus
knew was laced with some substance and the sounds of laughter and vulgar songs.
It didn't stop there. A procession of madness followed in the wake of revelers. Corvus saw what looked to be Harlequins from the Dark Troupes, accompanied by Wrecks and Wychs, and Kabalites dressed in fancy or no clothing. The unaligned or civilian Drukhari seemed amused at all the visual stimulation, either too drugged or drunk. Passing humans or aliens seemed disturbed
and enthralled by the displays.
Corvus could see in corners and alleyways of the procession pairs of Drukhari
fornicating openly and a few drinking and eating next to the body of some slain human or xeno. Gods, were they eating the corpses?
The Primarch felt and heard the laughter of the shadows. Laughing
at the living. Almost as if they didn't envy them. Mocking all that was happening. To Corvus, there was no joy or sorrow to be found here. Just gross indecency and extreme decadence.
Looking over at Sachmis, she was having the time of her life. Laughing and commenting on one thing or another. Unaware of her lover's discomfort. Corvus kept a stoic expression in the face of this abhorrent vice. For what reason did the Drukhari have cause to celebrate?
The answer
infuriated Corvus when he heard. This was a celebration of life. Life?! That these
wretches had the gall to celebrate such a thing. When they brought misery and death to so many. Yet they sought to pat themselves on the back and claim it as such?
He was almost thankful when Sachmis told him to wait in a secluded spot so she could go get them some wine and food. A little dinner before they'd get a ride out of here. Corvus wanted to tell her to forget all that and demand that they just leave…but he held his tongue. For her.
For a woman who contributed to this farce. Who he
just aided in getting her a crew for her damn reaving. He should've said no. But Corvus didn't. All because he was weak to the pleasures of her touch. Because Sachmis was the
exception. What had happened to him?
A familiar voice called out, bringing Corvus out of his thoughts, "I was wondering when you two would show up." The Primarch looked over and saw Alcar, who looked just as unhappy being here as Corvus felt.
"Alcar," He tried not to think about how he found him, "Sachmis and I were just about ready to head back to the port."
"You'd have been late." Alcar remarked as he got closer, "Even with this festival, the Ashen City is in a bit of an uproar over the activities of a Cornix Wraith in Sorrow Fell and Middle Darkness…triggering
two wars within a week."
Damn, word spreads fast here. "That Sky War was happening before we arrived."
"And yet you killed too many leaders." Alcar raised an eyebrow, "Asdrubael Vect and the other Kabals have taken notice. Thankfully we will be gone before anything
can happen."
"Thank the stars," Corvus didn't want the entire city to come down on him and Sachmis.
The Farseer looked unhappy, "You should be thanking
me. After I divined that blasted Sky War, I called in a few favors to get that destroyer to cover your escape." So that's why the ship didn't attack or track them.
"In that case, you have my thanks, Alcar." Already he owed the farseer a favor. Not a good start to their working relationship. "Try not to mention that to Sachmis, though."
"I won't." Alcar didn't seem to want her thanks, "Her aid towards Lord Kahera will have drastic consequences, as will her gaining Leviathan for her crew. My visions show that this will result in more blood and violence in the Ashen City for the foreseeable future, but Vect and his ilk will ultimately gain considerable influence because of it."
"I don't care," Corvus admitted readily enough, "I hope the lot of them kill each other by the billions." Some part of him wished that the slaves in this place could've been saved, but Corvus knew that was a pipe dream. A place like Commorragh devoured any chance of hope for those poor souls. Salvation was impossible in such a place. Even the shadows and the dead were stuck here.
Gods…how Corvus hated this city. Not just on moral grounds but because Commorragh was a virus to all those that came here. Every street, every spire, every aspect of it was an abomination to him, from the rottenness of Port Carmine to the scum of Lower Commorragh. To the bloated carcass that was Null City and the revolting wealth of Sorrow Fell. To the dead skies of Middle Darkness and the tainted towers of High Commorragh. For once, let the galaxy and gods bring justice to this place. If not, let the warp swallow it all, let fires rage and burn it to ash, and then let the filthy waters rise and submerge this rat-infested place. No place deserves it more.
Corvus…stopped himself. He took a moment to consider his words and thoughts and recognized that the Ashen City was tainting his mind. Not with vile warp energies but by twisting and poisoning the same ideals that let him save Deliverance and even Kiavahr from the same depravity and hopelessness that infested Commorragh.
The truth was that he once believed that there was no hope for the people or those worlds, save for a few he considered dear to him. That it would've been better to just destroy it all. Not even to start over but to just erase the memory of it all. However, Corvus found the strength to not succumb to such dangerous thoughts. Salvation could be found. Even justice. As long as Corvus never gave up.
He couldn't save Commorragh nor bring it to justice. But Corvus didn't need to. It wasn't his duty. Yet Corvus refused to let the Ashen City beat him. Perhaps, in some ways, he had his own way of defeating it through Sachmis…
"Do you want a piece of advice? And this is favor free." Alcar spoke, "Don't try to assume or understand this place. It will kill you otherwise. Accept that Commorragh will always be like this and that it will ultimately end in due time. What you see right now, with all these poor and disquiet souls…is the dirge of a dead empire and the procession of something wicked being born."
It almost made the Drukhari sound pitiful. Almost. Yet for all their power and glory, Corvus had seen a city in decay. Torn by war and inequality. Death was so common here. Maybe they did have a reason to celebrate "life" in living to see another sunrise.
Looking over at the shadows…Corvus saw nothing to celebrate, though. There was only emptiness to it all and its people. Even so, his feelings for Sachmis felt real…and Corvus suspected hers towards him were as well.
"Not the most reassuring advice."
"It's not supposed to be," Alcar admitted, "I was born here, but I have no love for it. Your
companion enjoys it because she thinks it can hold back the grief and pain she still feels…so perhaps the more time you spend with her, the less likely she'll want to come back here."
That was an interesting observation, to say the least. "I'm still trying to figure her out…"
"Then you best work harder on getting her under control, or it will kill you." Alcar was cryptic but scoffed and looked back towards the festival, "But we need to leave. Too much attention on us now. Your sons have been picked up, and I'll let you speak and hear from them on what they have uncovered."
And that was it. Sachmis returned only a moment later. Her happiness waned considerably at seeing Alcar
and hearing that it was time to go. She perked up a little after seeing Corvus enjoying the drink and food, especially as Alcar looked disgusted at seeing the two of them enjoy all the Drukhari substances.
Alcar arranged for an armed convoy back to Port Carmine. After that, it was only a short ride back to their vessel. Amazing to consider that it took only a few hours to get back safely after the week-long journey that Corvus and Sachmis took across only a tiny portion of Commorragh.
The mission was over and completed. A debrief would follow soon enough. Incidentally, Sachmis kept her promise of a "reward" for Corvus. The Primarch learned a few things about himself that he wondered if he should've remained ignorant of.
Corvus had much to consider otherwise. His journey into the heart of darkness was…enlightening and concerning. Try as Corvus might, he couldn't shake the thoughts of what he saw and heard from the Ashen City…save for when he embraced Sachmis.
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