The Unholy Legions of Anti-Sanctus Chaotica, a Warhammer Online Destruction Regiment, The Awakening of Lyllien Weiss Part 4

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“Lyllien Kirsten Weiss!” her father growled. “Get away from there right now.”

So absorbed into the text she slightly jumped as she heard the witch hunter call her name. Slowly she turned, the raven perched defensively on her shoulder.

“Frederick…” The raven hissed. The witch hunter’s eyes went wide and he adopted a defensive position. Lyllien could sense the hatred rolling off of her Lord and she grabbed the book, clutching it tight to her chest. There was no way he was going to take it from her now. Not this.

“He wants to take it from you,” Syd warned.

“He’s afraid of what you’re capable of. Your power scares him!” Turik reminded her.

“His hat looks stupid,” Xen giggled.

“No!” Lyllien screamed. “Go away! Leave us alone!”

Her father drew his sword out of his sheath, a look of anguish on his face as he stared at the bird and the girl. “Lyllien, how could you?”

“You’re just afraid of me! You want to keep me away from this so you can have it all to yourself! But you can’t! It’s mine! He gave it to me!” The raven flew from her shoulder to the floor, transforming into his cloaked form as soon as his talons connected with the stone. Lyllien bowed her head in reverence, discusted that her father refused to do the same. What was wrong with him? Couldn’t he see the power? Couldn’t he see the beauty? This was nothing like his stupid Sigmar. This was real.

“It’s too late,” the robed man said. “But I must say, you raised a fine daughter.”

“Lyllien, don’t listen to it! Don’t fall for his tricks!” her father spat. She looked up, a haughty smirk on her face. He had no idea. He was the one who had been tricked.

“He ignores you. But he will no longer,” Turik whispered.

“Kill him! He hates you!” Syd demanded.

“He’s always hated you, but don’t worry. We love you. Listen to us!” Xen purred.

Lyllien spat at her father’s feet. “They’re right. You’ve just held me back from my true potential.”

As the words came out of her mouth, he lunged forward for her with his sword poised in a stabbing motion. Instead of screaming, she instinctively searched the depths of her soul and grabbed onto a large pocket of power dwelling inside of her. The robed man laughed and her friends cried out in joy as she released it on her father, causing him to be propelled backwards, his head slamming with a sickening thud against the wall.

“You evil daemon… You’ll pay…” The witch hunter moaned. Lyllien walked to her father still clutching her book. He looked up at her, his face contorted in pain and hatred. “I will slay your kind. You’re not my daughter any longer.”

Feelings of hate and betrayal welled up in her breast. The voices cried out in anguish, stoking her feelings of anger until they became hard to control. In a rage, she started to kick the witch hunter as hard as she could. She felt the ribs starting to give way under her blows and she could literally feel the fear and resentment rolling off of her father. It gave her power. And she loved it.

As she started to aim her kicks upwards, the robed man pulled her back.

“No my dear. We have plans for him. Do not damage his skull, for that is the seat of the soul. The soul gives us power, and we shall use it.”

Her Lord motioned towards the semi-conscious witch hunter and from out of nowhere ropes sprung into being around him, binding him tight. “Now for your awakening, Lyllien. Will you do as I say? Will you prove your worth? Will you follow your new God, Tzeentch?”

Lyllien threw herself down in front of Tzeentch and swore obedience, kissing the ground before him. Bursts of joy and pleasure sung through her head as Xen, Syd and Turik sang glorious hymns of praise to him. Tzeentch’s voice… or was it voices… echoed in her head, promising her power, glory and recognition. Anything she wanted. Any thing she desired. Everything she deserved.

Her mother appeared in the door way, her hands over her mouth and her eyes panic striken as she looked at the scene in the witch hunter’s study.


“You’re just in time,” Tzeentch told her, causing the door to slam behind her. Lyllien looked up at her mother standing in fear. She drunk it in. “Lyllien, this is your test. Follow my instructions and you will garner my approval.”

The girl stood eagerly and she felt Tzeentch in her mind, giving her the instructions. She didn’t even balk as she grabbed a cursed dagger off of the table, and even through the screams of her mother, Lyllien didn’t hesitate. Slowly and surely she followed the instructions, ceremonially dismembering her mother and painting chaos runes in her blood. Syd moaned in pleasure as Lyllien sawed through the flesh and bone and Turik murmered sweet words of encouragement.

Finally the girl stood, covered in the sweet blood of her mother. She could hear the witch hunter sob as he watched her complete her rituals. Tzeentch nodded in approval.

“Well done.” He walked to her and they both stood in the circle she created, the God’s hands on her shoulders. “You have earned my blessing. Such a clever girl, with a tougue that shall sway millions to our cause. I bestow on you the title and the gift of Raventongue.”

Tzeentch reached to her face and held her cheeks in his talon-like hands. A burning sensation seemed to well up in her throat and extend to her tongue, causing her both pain and pleasure. “Your chants and spells in my name shall grow in power spreading my word and glory through you.”

“Thank-“ the girl started to say, but quickly stopped as a sharp pain wracked her body. She cried out in agony and reached for her God, but he straightened her up. The pain faded as quickly as it had begun.

“The words of the weak are not for the ears of others,” he snapped. “In my name you shall do wonders, but without gaining your own power, without achieving great things in my name, the tongue shall be a curse! It is a gift for the strong! Not the meek and lowly. In time you shall gain the ability to control it. But for now, only through my power will you be able to survive.”

Lyllien nodded stoicly, taking in his words. Her mind twisted it until she made sense of it, helped along by Turik, Syd and Xen.

“You can do it, we believe in you!” Turik exclaimed.

“Use his power to gain your own. In time you will control it. You will control everyone. They all want to hurt you,” Syd said.

“Use others to further yourself. I have often heard of tribes that use their enemy to gain strength…” Xen hinted.

“Take! Consume! Lust! Evolve! Devour!” Tzeentch commanded.

Xen giggled. “Devour… Devour their power… Devour their fear… Devour their body…”

“Yes! Yes, feed on the flesh to gain their strength! You are strong, you will absorb them.” Turik laughed in glee.

Syd moaned with blood lust. “Eat them.”

“We are not done.” Tzeentch turned from her and pointed at her father lying in pain and blood, still bound. “He is worthy. Take your trophy and absorb his power. Bind his soul to its throne and use the skull to power yourself. It is a token. Remember.”

Lyllien walked over to the man and knelt down beside him taking a handful of his hair to pull his face back.

“The eyes… to increase clarity and vision…” Xen whispered. Taking her dagger, she plunged it into his eye socket and speared the organ on the tip. Sharply she jerked it out, the eyeball still attached and snapped it free of his head. The screams of the witch hunter did nothing to stop her as she ate it in front of him, chewing thoroughly. Without even needing convincing she plucked the other eye and ate it. It tasted of pain and fear and she wanted more.

“The skull,” breathed Tzeentch and she nodded, still engulfed in the pleasure of the suffering.

“Monster! You disgusting monster! To hell with you! May your blackened souls burn as Sigmar strikes you down!” he screetched.

Rage filled the girl at the mention of his false god and she decided not to kill him outright; instead she took her dagger and skinned him to the bone as he lived.

“Fantastic! You glorious, gorgeous girl!” Turik exclaimed.

“That eye tasted succulent,” Xen sighed in pleasure.

“More! More more more!” Syd panted.

Tzeentch nodded in satisfaction as the girl scrapped the muscle from the bone, almost lovingly, popping a piece of flesh in her mouth. She was addicted and it was sweet, this taste of power. The taste of domination. The man’s frightened squeals only added to her excitement. She felt her mind breaking and she giggled. She giggled and couldn’t stop as the last pieces of flesh and muscle and organ fell from the skull. The screams had died down and she felt a rush of…something… escape from the skull.

Before it could take off, the girl exuded power and grabbed the thing that tried to escape. As she touched it, she could hear it screaming in torment inside of her head. His soul… She gingerly forced it back and secured it with some words of power Tzeentch had given her. Because it was his, it did not hurt to speak it.

It was done. Severing the final strings of flesh, she pulled the skull to her and she hugged it to her chest, kissing the bloody bone. It exuded fear, pain, frustration.

“Such a lovely toy,” Xen remarked.

“Now… Come with me.” Tzeentch extended his hand again and she took it, standing up and still clutching the skull to her breast. The dagger, she tucked into the belt of her dress. “I will start you upon your journey. Keep my books, for they are mine. Keep my books of power and gain from it. Take power and grasp it and you shall emerge victorious!”

Lyllien nodded. She had been sleeping as Lyllien Weiss, but awoke as Lyllien Raventongue: zealot of Tzeentch.