Another day done at school, Ishtail joyfully walked and skipped through the webway back towards the gate that secretly let out in downtown Sicarus, passing merrily by other kin and rouge Dark Eldar. Ever since the end of her adventures a year ago, Ishtail and her new family have been living safely in the down town of Sicarus, close by to the Balisica of the World and the Forum. While many mortals would think living on a demon world to be a hell hole, Ishtail found no problem with it. In fact, over the past year she kind of enjoyed the vivid life and close family on Sicarus. Aetius and Vicky being her new proud parents while having a nice comfortable home in thanks from great great great uncle Harrison Launance, aka High Dark Apostle Lord Draco of the Dark Council, had made life for her now better than ever. However, the only problem with her new home was being forced to wear the eight pointed start on her chest for safety reasons, because as long as you are wearing some sort of chaos symbol, no matter how off your clothing is, you will fit in just fine. But that truly never bothered her, for life as of now was too good.
After making through the gate and now onto the blood encrusted street, Ishtail walked only a few blocks before arriving at her home complex. With a twist and push, she entered into the chaos high life apartment complex and took the elevator to the third floor. Finally she arrived at room 666: home. Doing her usual routine, she opened the door, kicked off her shoes, grabbed the box of Lucky Charms in the kitchen and plopped herself in front of the tube. However, this time someone else was occupying her favorite spot on the couch.
“Oh hey sweetie. I got done with work today early if you wanted to know.”
Ishtail sat on the couch with Aetius, furiously munching away on the Lucky Charms.
“Watcha watching?” She said while spitting out crumbs from her stuffed mouth.
“The news, in other words nothing good.” Aetius said as he turned off the tv. “So how was school today?”
“Black mailed the teacher on my report today.” She said with pride.
“What?!” Aetius said in shock.
“Yeah, you see, last night I was too tired to study the fairy tales assigned so I was about to give up, but then it came to me.” Ishtail said, acting out like her soon solution was some sort of prophetic dream.
“Oh yeah? Enlighten me.” Aetius rolled his eyes.
“So I called Brutacus and asked him about studying and he told me to make up stuff. That’s how he became a justicar for a while. He says it’s the best trick in the book!” She said with a smile.
“Honey, you could have asked me or Vicky for help you know. Asking Brutacus for advice is like asking an Ork about the topic of docile peace.”
“Well I thought you guys would get mad at me for procrastinating.” Ishtail said with a hint of fear.
Aetius scooted over and gave her a hug.
“This is only going to happen once and once only. Ok?” Aetius said as he looked straight into the eldar child’s eyes.
“Good. Now then, let’s keep this conversation to ourselves, lest Vicky finds out about this, for we don’t want face complete hell again.”
Ishtail nodded her head in agreement, understanding the possible scenario if Vicky heard in on this. But to their surprise, this scenario was already in motion. Both of them heard the footsteps of cloven feet on the floor outside the room… Angry and furious sounding footsteps. They watched next the door swing open, crashing into the wall with unnatural momentum. There on the threshold was the beautiful, but insanely angry misses. In her left hand was a bag of groceries and in her right a hell blade with a head pierced on the end, with the final topping of blood strewn over half of her body.
“You wouldn’t believe what happened at store today!” She screamed at the top of her lungs with pure rage.
While Aetius and Ishtail showed concern with this about to begin rant, both knew inside that this was one of her Khornite moments.
“What happened?” Aetius asked.
Vicky set down the groceries on the table but then threw the head of her recent victim on Aetius’s lap.
“Well I was trying to get a chicken for dinner tonight and found that the store only had one left! So I went over there and was about to buy it for us, but then this Nurgle bitch said she needed it! I told her to go fuck herself with penicillin doused chainsword, but then she said she needed to feed the nurglings at home! I told her to shut her STD yammer because I had a real family to feed! But then she went on some fucking rambling about sharing and shit, but after she started talking shit about us, I fucking had it! So you know what?! I FUCKING BROKE THAT BITCH! I RIPPED HER FUCKING GUTS OUT AND LOBBED OFF HER HEAD LIKE A PUSSY! FUCKING WHORE SHE WAS! Then the store manager told me to calm down and get out, but I told that son of a bitch to fuck off! GOD DAM BASTARD!”
“Honey, just calm down, you got the chicken and you got dinner.” Aetius said, trying to calm the wrath of Khorne’s daughter.
“Oh Just shut the fuck up!” She screamed.
“What the fuck was that for?!” Aetius yelled back.
Ishtail watched as the conversation degraded even more, watching them banter back and forth with insults and foul language. But this wasn’t unusual in the house hold. Ishtail grabbed the Lucky Charms and sat on the sofa once again, watching some program on rape while munching on the sugar overdosed cereal. She already knew the outcome of this argument. They would go to extremes first like saying that they wish they never met, then towards the end they would kiss and make up, ending the small event telling each other that it was nothing more than a silly gripe and they would forget about it like nothing happened at all. Then the rest of the day would be normal unless something else comes up. Finally they would add the cherry on top of the day with an hour long session of angry sex around ten. That was the small routine on certain days like this. But this didn’t annoy her at all too much surprise.
It was around six thirty when dinner was served. Of course time was completely different on a demon world, they surprisingly did their best keeping track of materium time for the sake of outside life. Aetius and Vicky talked about their day and what was next to come for the week while Ishtail sat there and ate her food quietly, listing to the adult’s conversation. But today she had to bring up the important topic. It was today or never.
“Aetius… Vicky… Could you sign my permission slip for my classes’ field trip? Tomorrow is going to be the last day and I need to turn it in.”
The two of them looked at her with slight surprise. This is the first time she had brought this up.
“Sure sweetie, it’s about time that your school actually did something different. Better than that last field trip with you visiting a Necron tomb.” Vicky said.
Istail ran over back to her bag and grabbed the sheet of paper, but when she came back to the table it was too late: they were arguing furiously again. Ishtail sighed now knowing that none of them would sign it, for they were now in the deepest part of their rage. She went to her room, sighing as he plopped on her bed. Another one of the few disappointing moments in her life. But when all hope was lost, another one of her crazy ideas popped into her head to solve this problem. She could make it back in home on time if she went now, but was it worth it? Yes it was, she concluded, yes it was.
It was her first time on titan, home of the great and mysterious grey knights chapter. She walked in through the main doors unnoticed and stood in awe at the magnificent silver and golden architecture. She could see the hundreds of servants, inquisitors and knights working about with their war against the demons of the gods. But her visit was not for a tour of the place. No, she was here because she needed to see him. All was fine and dandy until one of the grey knights spotted her. She sensed under his helm that he spotted a flaw about her… a horrible glaring flaw.
“How can this be?!” Roared the knight.
Ishtail couldn’t understand how they spotted her; she had the imperial badge on her chest. But it was too late: immediately the entire area was mobilizing against her. But it wasn’t till one of the knights screamed out that chaos had invaded their secret base. With that said, she looked down on her chest and found the eight pointed start still pinned to her eldar cloths, forgetting that she forgot to change badges. She simply un pinned the chaos badge and then reached to her back pocket and slapped on the symbol of the inquisition on her chest. She did it in the nick of time. When she looked up, hundreds of storm bolters and nemesis force weapons were pointed at her, the blades only a foot away from her face. But when they saw her badge, they withdrew their weapons and returned at ease.
“False alarm!” Cried one of them. “False alarm!”
The knights dispatched after the call, apologizing for their misidentification of the little girl.
“We are so sorry young child. For a moment we thought you were a chaos spy, but after a closer look were saw you were part of the inquisition. A thousand apologies once again.” An inquisitor said with honesty.
She watched them return to work as if nothing happened. Again Aetius was right about the galaxy: no matter what you look like, as long as you wear the faction’s symbol on you, you will fit in with them with no problem, a tactic that is stupidly fool proof.
After that little run in, Ishtail continued down the halls of the titan, searching for the particular room where he stayed. Again and again, each and every one room she peered in was not his room. Finally she had enough; she will just ask someone. Ishtail looked around to see which person she could ask, but all she could see were servants and technicians. But she finally saw someone that looked worthy of asking. She skipped over to the ornate knight in the corner, whistling on the way. She stopped in front of him, seeing that he was a great boon of a man, wielding and incredibly wicked and savage looking sword, something completely different than the standard grey knight weapon.
“Excuse me sir, but I am looking for a friend and…”
“Do not tempt me child, for I have a very sacred duty at hand! I am Castellan Crowe, wielder of the Blade of Antwyr, guardian of this demonic blade from the hands of the chaotic! I am the purist…”
“And here he goes again…” Said a distorted obnoxious voice.
Ishtail looked to see who interrupted this knight’s speech but could not find anyone except the two of them in this area. Again she looked, but no one was to be found.
“Enough demon blade, for you cannot tempt me!” Crowe spoke as he eyed his blade.
“Yeah, but I can annoy the shit out of you faggot!” The blade glowed as it spoke again.
“Make me asswipe. You’re stuck with me and I am going to make your life a living hell.”
“Again, thou shall not tempt me or corrupt me!” Crowe stated angrily.
“Look at me! I am the grweatest of all gwey knights! Durpy durp durp!” The blade mocked once more.
Ishtail could sense the blade getting on Crowe’s nerves once more.
“Fine, you wan’t to play the insult game?! Well go ahead, I will not degrade myself to your antics!” Crowe stated.
“Phttpp! You degraded yourself already you stupid twat.” The blade laughed.
“Ok! Commorragh, night of September 23, M49.983.” The blade began. “It was you and that flat chested pancake butt farseer, both of you getting your freak on with donkey costumes at that Donkey show fetish club…”
“OK THAT’S ENOUGH!” Crowes yelled as he wrapped the blade furiously with a holy cloth.
“You can’t hide the truth you faggot!” The blade said with a muffled voice. “You’re a dirty little fur fag!”
Ishtail looked at Crowe, his face covered with humiliation and disgrace. With that said, Crowe slowly walked away, muttering to himself about his shitty task.
“Hey, remember that one time you got so stoned that you…” The muffled sword began to speak as they both walked away.
“Oh shut up…” Were the last words Ishtail could hear from Crowe as he faded in the distance.
With that over, Ishtail continued her search for the room she needed to find… For she had to get the permission slip signed tonight from him or this would all be in vain.