I materialize in my chosen immortal form in front of Tervantias the Archmachinator within the Reaving Tempest Spire. A wave of terror permeates his entire body upon seeing me again. I giggle with malevolent verve sensing his fear. The Archmachinator is now in a silent panic. He shakes his head with disbelief that I’ve returned to Commorragh. I bite my lower lip with amusement and flare my eyes at him. The sadistic elf’s skin turns an even paler shade than before. An impressive feat on my part.
“Did you honestly think that I wouldn’t come back for what belongs to me?” I say to him.
Tervantias tries to respond but is scared speechless. I look at the force field surrounding the despicable coward, then set my wicked glare back upon the haemonculus. My aura exudes malicious intent of the purest quality. I stick my hand through the barrier with ease and grab hold of the Archmachintor. Tervantias wails in agony feeling the warmth of my righteous touch upon his decrepit flesh. I revel in the Dark Eldar’s deserved torment.
“Divine punishment has finally arrived for you, Tervantias. It’s high time that I take the Drukhari back to Hell with me. Your suffering starts now, haemonculus, and it only gets worse from here. The wrath of the 'mon-keigh' is upon you now.”
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