The swirling vortex of pure obsidian shrunk almost imperceptably, kryax redoubled his efforts, blasting forth pure hatred, anger and primal lust into the coalescing blackhole of warp energy. It drank hungrily, Kryax could feel it gorging itself on his outpourings like it had been starving for centuries. He began sub-vocalising the words he had stolen, using the fury the source of the ancient writings forced to rise up into his throat, like burning bile, to further fuel the never satisfied tear in reality in front of him. As he began the words started to appear as glowing purple runes around the circumference of the the window into the warp. Floating and fluttering into place like leaves on a gentle breeze, completely contrary to the way they were created, forced out, soaked in contempt. He watched with awe as the blackness slowly transformed into a fine mist with a dim white point at its center. Kryax steeled himself and then thrust his perceptions forward. The etherial veil that shrouded the light from him refused to disappate. He pushed harder, sweat pouring down his forehead as he exerted all his mental might on this singular task.
He held this stalemate for what felt like an enternity to his impatient mind and then sickeningly he felt the window into the future begin to shrink back on itself, begin to wobble on its axis even as he fought desperately to control it. He could feel its thirst for the fragments of his soul he was channeling into it, so much hunger, so much desire. How could this things appetite be so immense? The thought alone terrified him, how much it wanted him, how much. . . Kryax felt the shift immediately, yes, it liked this new emotion, it liked this ones flavour. He felt it gobble up his fear with alarming speed, he grabbed onto this opportunity instantly. Baring himself to the full might of the warp, feeling his insignificance in the face of it, and the abject terror it inspired in him. Pouring it into the now rapidly expanding portal before him, and then almost without warning, it was upon him.
He saw a planet of pure white, gleaming against a starry backdrop. Then a burning meteor thundering through its atmosphere as he stood on the planets surface. Then, a dispicable craftworlder looming over him shiruken in hand, speaking, but he was unable to hear, now the same craftworlder impaled upon a writhing obsidian tentacle. Once again the planet but this time, half of it was obscurred by teemming black insects, in a stalemate with the bright snow, constantly shifting like the day and night sides of a planet but neither losing ground. He saw a Human, a space marine in blue armour, rising slowly from the snow while a fortress burned behind him.
Kryax pushed harder, this was all so confusing, it made no sense. Give me more he demanded, plunging yet more of his psyhcic strength down the greedy things gullet. He felt his arm pulled forward. Before he knew it he was on his feet, inside a monstrous cavern, so large the light from his small lamp failed to penetrate far enough to see any of its dimensions. It was then Kryax realised he was no longer sat crosslegged before the portal. He was looking through his own eyes during an event that had yet to occur. He didn't know how he knew, he didn't care, he just knew.
He swivelled his head around and saw something he knew all too well, Morginar, standing tall next to him.
"Go on then you fool" he spat at kryax "what did you see next? What did I have to do to take it?". It was then kryax noticed the pedastal in the distance in front of him. Bathed in an eerie light, a large black orb perched upon it.
"Start reciting the runes, Lord" his future self said, cowering patheticly before Morginar. With that Morginar began chanting loud words of strange and little meaning. They both started stepping towards the pedastel, his future self looked down, Kryax had never heard of a farseeing being so vivid and real. His future self began taking off his black gauntlets and gloves, revealing runes and symbols etched into his very skin across both his hands and his wrists. Indesipherable scrallings made of a dark strange metal embedded into his very skin, some of them were still fresh. While Morginar was distracted, his eyes fixed firmly on the sphere, future Kryax dived forward, snatching it off its stand with a triumphant cackle. He felt the strange black orb respond to his touch, felt it greet him like an old friend, felt its power surge through him. He spun back to Morginar, his face the perfection of victorious evil.
"Who's the fool NOW Lord Morginar?!!?" he screamed with all the vemon he could muster. He felt his lips curl into a vicious smile and watched as bright energy lanced out at the large eldar, he bubbled up with unending glee as he saw Morginar writhe around in agony as lightning rippled across his body. His future self stopped only when the former Lord Morginars body had been reduced to nothing but ash.
Suddenly the cavern began to rumble, his future self felt fear and uncertainty, but his present self felt something else entirely. A thin tentacle off hunger reaching out towards him. It slithered towards him with incredible speed. He turned and ran down a night sky black tunnel, he didn't know what it was but he knew it meant harm.
"I HAVE COME FOR YOU DARK ONE!" an unimaginably loud voice roared behind him. It stopped him in his tracks.
"s. . .s. . . .slaanesh" Kryax wimpered, understanding lighting in his eyes, he turned and sprinted down the tunnel, his feet seeming not to move.
"I HAVE COME FOR YOU DARK ONE! YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE ENTERED MY REALM!" The voice boomed again, sending Kryax into a terror induced panic as he ran impotently down the never ending tunnel. He could see himself, sat in his chamber off in the distance, haloed by the edges of the window he had created. His real face calm, despite the peril his soul was in. He had been foolish to think he could dabble in the warp without consequence. He could feel the Great eater of eldar souls breath on the back of his neck. Could feel her hand reaching out to grab him. He daren't look back and see how close she truely was. He was running desperately now. He felt impossibly tired even though he knew it was ridiculous because he wasn't actually running, but with every step he felt his vitality slipping away.
"No, no, not like this" Kryax moaned in between breaths. He had never learned the incantations of protection. He had refused to spend years constructing the psyhcic barriers to protect his higher brain functions. He was an impatient baffoon who had brute forced his way through a technique that any sane being would have spent centuries studying before they even attempted it. A thundering roar of evil laughter sounded behind him, she was enjoying this.
"NAIVE FOOL" the voice mocked, Kryax tripped falling to his knees, despite there being nothing in this immaterial world to trip on. He was being toyed with. Even so he was determined to try, he crawled forward on his hands and knees, clawing uselessly at the frictionless surface.
His hand gave way beneath him, he slumped forward, smashing his face on the rocky floor. He turned over to face his pursuer and shrunk back in horror at what he saw. Indescribable. How could anything mortal understand looking at a warp entity? Kryax screamed. It was all he could do. He screamed and shrieked until his throat was hoarse, scrabbling backwards, furiously trying to escape the mind destroying vision before him.
Then as quickly as it had begun, it was over.
Kryax was back in his body, staring intently at the far wall of his chamber.
He slumped forward, exhausted, feeling the comforting embrace of the hard floor that this time was very real. Well, he called it his chamber, he remembered with disgust its real name; a cell. He was a slave, an outcast, property. Despite all this, he revelled in still being alive, he didn't know how or why he still lived but at the moment, he didn't care. He took long exuberant breaths, the air tasted sweet and full, with the delightful taste of an incense candle that burned lazily in the corner. His moment of bliss was disturbed by an obnoxious banging on the door.
"PSYKER!" an all too familiar voice shouted. Kryax rose with a growl, would he ever get a moments peace from that brute? His face brightened with recognition, he WOULD be free of him. He had seen it, had felt the glee he would feel when he reduced him to a smoking pile of carbon dust. He smoothed down his ragged clothes, tried futilely to exude a sense of quiet dignity then stepped towards the door. He steeled himself on the threshold, his mind racing maddeningly as he tried to think what lie he would tell his master, the 'great' Lord Morginar he thought sarcasticly.
"KRYAX!" Morginar boomed again "whats going on in there.
"I am here, my Lord" Kryax announced as he stepped slowly out into the dark commoragh street. Morginar stood, resplendant in his wraithbone armour, helm under his left arm, witchblade sheathed on his left leg, in the dim twilight.
"What happened?" Morginar demanded "I heard screaming".
"Slaanesh detected me" Kryax stuttered.
"WHAT??" morginar screamed, with his free hand he lifted Kryax by his throat and pinned him against the door frame he had just passed through, "you have doomed us all you incompetent fool!".
"N. . N. . . No my Lord" Kryax stammered, " I evaded him. . . "
"Evaded him?!?" Morginar interupted "You, escaped the clutches of a chaos god? What kind of naive idiot do you think i am? I know the hunger he has for us, how could a miserable worm like you have done such a thing?"
"I don't know my master" Kryax protested, "i thought for sure he had me and then i awoke in my chambers unharmed". Morginar seemed to consider this. Kryax practicly dived onto his masters indecision.
"But i had still begun the farseeing and saw many things" he said inticingly, as he struggled to breathe in the large Eldar warriors grip.
"What things?" Morginar probed, resentfully inqusitive, as he begrudging lowered Kryax to the floor He continued to hold him place however wiith his physical presence alone. He stared angrily at Kryax watching for any sign of deception. Kryax fought desperately to keep from showing any duplicity, lying to his master was not something done easily.
"I saw you my Lord in a great cavern, holding an object of great power and then you using it to strike down a mighty craftworlder, and also to summon a great army of followers" Kryax lied carefully, he knew exactly what would please his owners ears.
"What object? Where?" Morginar questioned.
"A strange black orb, that insued forth lightning, powerful enough to level fortresses" Kryax continued, "on an ice planet in the Mitaaras cluster, i heard the name whispered too me when i saw it in my visions".
"What else did u see?" Morginar pushed, sensing Kryax was holding something back, "What Else?"
"A s. . s . . space marine" Kryax whispered as he watched his Lords face crease into a mask of anger, "b. . .b . . But" he begged with hand outstreched defensively, "i saw him with his fortress in ruins behind him, destroyed by the might of you and the orb".
Morginar smiled hungrily,
"Is that so?" he purred, "this is very interesting", he clicked his long slender fingers and 2 Eldar clad in dark armour stepped forward from the shadows and took Kryax by the arms.
"Whats the matter my Lord? Did my visions not please you?" Kryax grovelled, his face a mask of fear.
"Yes, Kryax, they did, but you did not think such a paltry offering would earn you your freedom did you?" Morginar chided as he turned to walk away, "you have uses for me yet, i can see that now" he spoke over his shoulder, "I have many things to prepare, you should rest slave, you look tired" he said finally as he strode off into the dim lit street. The Eldar bodyguards took this as their signal to lift Kryax up and throw him roughly back into his cell. Slamming the door loudly behind them. A grizly dark figure stepped proudly from the corner. His body so covered in various pain causing implements so as to make him appear half mechanical. Morginars Head Heamonculus.
"Give him more than usual, i want ever single monotonous detail bled out of him" Morginar ordered the torture master, "but when your finished, leave the pain fields down, i wanted him to sleep. I may need him to do it again in the morning. I will hold you personally responsible if he is unable to perform any tasks due to exhaustion"
"As you wish Archon, he feel more pain tonight than he ever thought possible" the Heamonculus replied. The two Eldar smiled gleefully at the thought, then Morginar stepped off into the dark Commorragh street.
Hours later Kryax waited until he heard the sounds of his tormentors footsteps disappear, then rose and curled up in the corner of his psyho-kinetic cage. It glowed faintly as it absorbed his latent psychic talents. He lay there staring at the ceiling a comical grin on his scarred and mutilated face. Soon Morginar would be dead and the power of the strange orb would be Kryax's to wield. He would never again be anyones slave and he would rejoice as he cut a deadly swath accross the galaxy. As he lay, he mused on the planet he had seen, so pristine white it sparkled like a star in the night sky, he remembered the name whispered too him; Celcia. An apt name for such a cold world. He thought again of Morginars spasming body burning to a pile ash and then, Kryax drifted off into the soundest sleep he had had in years, dreaming again and again of his masters demises.