Lacessera continued to dodge and weave out of incoming blows. She knew not what drove Caralessa to attack her, but still, tears fell freely from both of their daemonic eyes. Black whispering clouded Lacessera's mind, and she felt as though nothing would stop the Keeper of Secrets from devouring her. Each swipe seemed to come closer, and closer, and closer...
She's weaker than you...
Lacessera tingled with ecstatic joy at the sound. The whispering in her head had focused, and now Lacessera realised that the Prince spoke to her. In admiration, Lacessera squealed with joy at the very timbre of the god's voice. Caralessa's eyes grew wider, and panic gripped the greater daemon; she knew what was happening. She tried to attack faster, but her blows only became slower, and slower...
You were always my favourite. My little Lacessera...
Lacessera cried with joy, leaping clean over the rapidly diminishing form of Caralessa, and landing neatly behind her. Stabbing inwards, Lacessera tore one of the daemon's claws clean off; it landed with a dull thud, producing a silent scream from Caralessa, and a reverberating, lustful moan from Lacessera.
Yes...yes... kill her, my pet. Ascend. You are my favourite now. My Keeper of Secrets.
Unable to contain her joy, Lacessera leapt atop the fading form of Caralessa. Bringing her head next to that of the dying daemon, Lacessera whispered, giggling:
"Don't worry. I'll make it quick."
With one, clean stroke from her bladed limbs, the head of the daemon fell to the floor. Lacessera backed away, wondering what would happen next. She felt nothing. Standing for a few seconds, Lacessera began to feel annoyed. But then, she heard it again:
Oh, you're perfect. My spoilt little child. Now, ASCEND!
Suddenly, Lacessera fell to the floor, screaming with pure pleasure. Her body was cocooned in a pulsating purple sphere of light, the Orb of Pleasure; what went on inside was too obscene to be described, but the sounds which emanated within caused the dying Sisters within earshot to strip themselves down, and begin thrusting at each other madly, until they died, the high-pitch moans and screams emanating from the Orb driving them insane with lust. Suddenly, the Orb was swept away, like pink smoke; revealing the form of the Keeper of Secrets within.
Lacessera's body had grown, grown even larger than Caralessa was. Her flesh was a pale purple, and pulsating with a sensuous glow. She now had four arms; two upper ones, ending in mighty black claws, and two lower; still with hands, so she could perform all manner of obscenity on her victims. Her head remained much the same; only larger, and with a great, gold stone set into her forehead. Scented, musky aromas were exuded by her sensual flesh, sending any mortal near her giddy. Giving out an almighty birthing roar, at last Lacessera had ascended. The Keeper of Secrets was born.
Turning and surveying the battlefield, Lacessera saw that a new Great Unclean One was making its slow and slimy way towards the city where Anon had fled. The memory of the filthy double-dealing daemon aroused Lacessera; she would make him want her, and she would drive him mad with lust. She was determined.
In a few great leaps, Lacessera had sidled up to the snail-like form of the Nurgle Greater Daemon. Giggling slightly at its odd-looking trail of pus, Lacessera asked it;
"So, who are you? I am Lacessera; my old mistress, Caralessa, is now dead," Lacessera giggled again, "Who are you? I don't recognise your hulking, pulsating lump of flesh." Lacessera laughed again, a sound which was deemed to have sounded sweet and intoxicating to some, and like death itself to others. Truly, she was mighty now.
Yes, my pet...kill Anon, make him feel pain. As much pain as you want.
Give a man a match, and he's warm for a day.
Set a man on fire, and he's warm for the rest of his life!