The Unholy Legions of Anti-Sanctus Chaotica, a Warhammer Online Destruction Regiment, The Awakening of Lyllien Weiss Part 1

Lyllien was 10 years old when her father brought the forbidden text home.

“Under NO circumstances are either of you to come into my study,” was the first thing out of his lips to her and her mother as he walked in the door, a slimey, skin bound book under his arm.

Lyllien went to run to him for a hug, but the look in his eyes stopped her dead in her tracks. With that, her father marched into his study and slammed the door behind him.

As a high ranking witch hunter general, the man often brought home knick nacks and other oddities with him for experimental and research purposes so the practice wasn’t out of the ordinary. Still, Lyllien felt shunned by her father constantly. Her home life was strained as her mother was not much better; both ignored her, even if it was opposite reasons.

She started to go towards the study, but her mother grabbed her by the collar and pulled her back.

“You heard him! Don’t you dare!” She hissed in the girl’s ear.

“But… I just want to see father.”

“You heard what he said,” her mother said. Lyllien drooped in disappointment. For the last couple weeks her father was engaged in research, not coming out of his study for anything other than basic needs. The glimpse of the book she had gotten assured her that he would probably be away for even more time. It seemed to ooze… something. Something even she could tell would be extremely important.

Under her mother’s watchful eye, Lyllien slinked off to her room and closed the door. There was no point even in trying when they got like that. If anything, Lyllien was even more curious about the book just based on her parents’ reactions. Of course they had been protective of his other artifacts he required but this… There was more urgancy and fear in her father’s voice than she had ever heard. Instead of being afraid, she found herself intrigued. The way her parents had been treating her like a little stupid girl as of late irritated her, as if she couldn’t put anything together. It was obvious something was happening even if they didn’t tell her. Her father was working over time, there were strange deaths turning up… Not that Lyllien cared. If anything it made her more skeptical. Her father assured her that Sigmar was looking out for them, but with the nature of the attacks that had been happening, she highly doubted anyone was watching over them.

Sighing in frustration, Lyllien sat on her window seat staring at the muck of Altdorf below. It was the shining gem of the Empire they said, yet the horrors and the dirtiness of the streets spoke against that. She highly doubted anyone who said that had actually been to Altdorf. Maybe, she mused, it was the shining gem but the Empire was not as good as they made it out to be.

A sharp tap shocked her out of her thoughts and she noticed a large raven perched on her window cill. It seemed to stare right at her; it’s eyes piercing into the depths of her soul.

May 2012

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