The Unholy Legions of Anti-Sanctus Chaotica, a Warhammer Online Destruction Regiment, Dark Lady Mizzie's story as told by Arlendo

While rearranging things in my rooms, I've come across an old diary of mine. Of course, I don't bother writing anything down myself, writing is tedious and boring. I like to tell the stories to whatever slave or plaything I have at the time and make them write it down for me. It makes for interesting reactions.

I got to reading and had forgotten many of the events, its curious that my memory seems to often times fail me. One particular story struck me as oddly pleasant, its too bad that I don't remember it all that well, but that doesn't matter, its written in my diary which is enough for me to retell it. This was written by a young boy I had in my possession for a while, his name was Arlendo.

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The lady says I must write what she tells me and if I do, I might be able to go back home to my mother and father. I don't like it here, she makes me do things, horrible things and her laughing scares me. She tells me I must call her "Mommy", I just want to go home, home to my real mother. My skin hurts and my throat feels like it is on fire. Its always dark here and the lady's friends, if you can call them friends, are mean to me. Please, can I just go home?

Mommy's story - by Arlendo

In one of the villages that Mommy visited there was a group of children that played together every day. One of the little girls had a pretty necklace that Mommy found very interesting. She asked the little girl if she could have the necklace because she liked it very much. The little girl was very mean to Mommy and told her she couldn't have it. She said that her sister made it for her and it was special.

This didn't make Mommy very happy. She said that she had to find a way to get that necklace, but there was always a few big men that were watching over the children as they played near the Blacksmith's shop, so she couldn't just take it from her.

This got Mommy to thinking, if the child's sister had made it for her, maybe Mommy could ask her to make one and she could have one of her own. So, Mommy set off to find this sister and ask. She came across the humble shack that was apparently their home and knocked on the door. The door was answered by a voluptuous girl who appeared to be about 20.

Mommy asked this girl if she could make her a necklace just like she'd made for her sister. This girl was mean to Mommy too. She laughed at Mommy and told her to leave. Mommy doesn't like to be laughed at. But, she had an idea. She had an extremely entertaining idea.

Pushing her way into the hovel, Mommy twisted the girls arm behind her until it popped. The girl let out a shrill scream and dropped to the ground. Mommy grabbed the girls hair and drug her over to the table in the middle of the room and started bashing the back of her head into the bench beneath it. This got the girl to shut up. Mommy saw the blood on her hands and licked it from her fingers. She became excited at the taste of blood and pulled out her dagger and set to work on the girl.

She took the dagger and inserted the point behind the girl's ear, moving the blade through the thick skin down and around her hairline to remove the scalp. Mommy had to work hard at this as the scalp was being stubborn and wouldn't remove easily. Finally, once her carving lines met, Mommy gave it one quick rough pull and the hair and scalp separated from the girl's head. This, Mommy put on her own head, droplets of blood streaming down her face and neck. The warm and thick liquid made her tingly.

Next, she started to carefully remove the girl's face. This was even more difficult than the hair. She had to be careful not to ruin too much of the face if it was going to be recognizable at all. After a time of laborious work she finally got the face separated and in another quick forceful tug, the face came free. This, Mommy held it up to her own face. The coppery smell of blood filled her nostrils and blood flowed into her mouth. She savored this moment the longest, it was almost pure ecstasy. But, she had an agenda and she couldn't spend as much time as she liked just standing there enjoying the moment.

Mommy had taken quite a while to work on her new mask. Trying to clean the blood from the skin and hair but wasn't very successful. Then she decided that she needed to pretend to be hurt, that could explain the blood and it also made it easier to get access to the younger sister, who would undoubtedly come to her sister's side once she learned of her injuries.

Mommy dressed up in the girl's clothing, noting that she was a perfect fit for the girl's clothing, as drab and boring as they were. The clothes were wet and sticky with blood and they clung to her. She found a woolen cloak that she could put on and wrap around her throat to hide the hanging skin that she couldn't conceal.

With this, she set out the door and made her way towards the village center, stumbling and calling out for help. A few of the blacksmiths came running out to her aid and helped her as she fell to the ground. She got to mumbling about being attacked and the blacksmiths ran off to find the perpetrator. The younger sister came running over with tears in her eyes and hovered over Mommy, the necklace dangling from her neck.

Mommy whispered to her, beckoned her to lean nearer so she could speak to her. The young girl leaned in and Mommy told her to please take her away from everyone. She said she needed to go home, lay in her bed, she was too weak to make it on her own. The young girl helped Mommy up from the ground and they walked slowly to the house.

Once inside, the girl saw all the blood. Her eyes opened wide and she surveyed the floor and table, until her eyes fell on something in the corner. A faceless skull lay there, drenched in blood. The girl started to let out a scream but Mommy grabbed the girl by the throat, ripped the necklace from around her neck.

Mommy said this to the girl, "I do have some advice for you. You should know that appearances can be deceptive. You shouldn't always trust what it is that you see. It could be a wolf in sheep's clothing or a witch in your sister's skin, as the case may be" And with that Mommy removed her mask and the girl's eyes became wide with horror.

"I do thank you for the beautiful necklace, its lovely. Next time, I suggest you be a little more polite when someone asks you for something. A lesson your sister learned quite well. You'd be wise to keep that in mind, I do hate rudeness."

With that Mommy left the girl there, unharmed.