The sweet scent of blood and death permeated the air. Nathar breathed in and smiled. The burned and broken remains of the village lay scattered about him and he looked around at the devastation proudly. Blood dripped from his daemonic right hand, the iron claws slick with the fluid. Blood spattered his uniform and his face. He licked it off the corners of his lips and closed his eyes, savoring it.
"Men," He barked, walking over the corpses of the men and women he had slaughtered, their flesh squelching under his boot. "Good work here today." His men (and women), numbering some thirty in all, cheered. Some of them were all human in appearance, while the worst was nothing more than a pulsating mass of fangs, tentacles and claws, mutated beyond recognition by the whim of their God. They were all devotees of the Lord of Rage, all former servants of the False Emperor, who had seen the light and forsaken the twisted laws of that vile edifice. He was proud of them.
This village had failed to see that light. They had still worshiped the False Emperor, even after Nathar had ripped the skin off of their priest and sent it to them as a peace offering. They had paid for their insolence with their lives. They had come at noon and surrounded the village. Then the massacre had begun.
Most of his soldiers were enjoying the spoils of battle, feasting on the corpses of the hapless villagers. A few used them for release. Nathar allowed them this small breach of discipline. They had earned it. They had shown no mercy, not to the babe in arms, not to the eldest grandmother; all their blood had flown freely.
He walked up to the Imperial shrine, now broken and shattered. He smiled, knowing that his God would be well pleased with the offering made him today. But it was not enough. Tomorrow, they would strike the clan of Hoarfrost, not five leagues from here. Surely, the word of this massacre would spread and the warriors of the clan would be ready. There may even be some PDF members stationed with them. All the better. Any true devotee of Khorne enjoyed a challenge. They would be a worthy offering for Khorne.
Nathar smiled, envisioning the slaughter they would enact. It will be a beautiful day.<|im_end|>
The psychic scream that echoed from the feral world was not left unnoticed by the Inquisition, in fact they had been monitoring the planet for months in suspicion of potential Chaos cult activity. Using intelligence reports from the scouts they sent, the Inquisition triangulated the position of the village that was destroyed to any nearby settlement, confirming that the cultists' next target would be Hoarfrost, a relatively larger village with a contingent of PDF. These guards would surely offer no resistance to the marauders, so the Inquisition's answer was to send out a kill team tasked with eliminating the Chaos threat. Inquisitor Ivy of the Ordo Malleus was tasked with taking charge of the village and its available men at arms, accompanied by a squad of Imperial Guardsmen seconded on this special assignment.
Inquisitor Ivy geared up and recited her rites as she prepared for departure. After reciting her rites in her private convent, she boarded the shuttle along with the Guardsmen squad. While inside the shuttle, the guardsmen with all their resolve tried not to be tempted at the sight of Inquisitor Ivy, for her gear featured less modesty. The guardsmen didn't even want to think about it, knowing that the Inquisitor could read their minds, and if she caught even the slightest thought about her femineity, she would surely flay them alive.
Upon arriving in the said village, Inquisitor Ivy made no time in sitting down and relaxing, she oversaw all of the PDFs and increased their patrols on the walls and intensified the nightwatch patrol. She spoke to some survivors from the village that was recently destroyed and interrogated them about the chaos cultists and their alignment, the survivors told her that the cultists ravaged the village horrendously and taking enjoyment on the killing, they also said that the one leading them wore a guardsmen uniform and featured a mutated body. From this information, Ivy ruled out that the cultists were khornate aligned chaos minions.
As Ivy is checking parts of the village, she did not know that she is being observed by a chaos cultist disguised as a servitor, he looked like a bald old man with mechanical appendages and gear on his back, his face looked greasy and with thick long mustache, hell, his facial appearance could be mistaken for a White Scar Astarte.
The cultist spy used his ocular goggles to see through Ivy's apparel, he sees Ivy's pristine flesh and her soft knicker that covered her womanhood, going further, he looks through her panties and sees her prized flesh, he is observing Ivy's body in 3 different viewing screens, one is with clothing, second is only with the underwear and third is completely naked. The cultist spy recorded all the alluring beauty that he has seen from the Inquisitor and heads out of the village via secret tunnel located on the dump site of the village to submit his voyeur report to Nathar to alert him that this woman poses a significant threat on his conquest.<|im_end|>