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Being pitiful has always been something you've been good at, sometimes it even works to your advantage. You collapse on the little piece of stairs you're standing on and start pleading.

"Please Salina you gotta help me! (sob) I don't have anyone else to turn to! I need to sneak in Madam Orbec's tent and get a book from without her knowing (sob) or I'm gonna die! (sob)"

Salina doesn't completely understand what the hell you're babbling about, but she just wants you to leave and stop stinking up the place. Salina goes back inside and grabs a bottle and dumps the entire contents on you. The shit burns like hell on the sores you have on your skin. You roll off the stairs and on to the ground in irritated pain.

"I dunno what the hell you're on about Geek, but you ain't sneaking anywhere as long as you smell the way you do. I just dumped a strong perfume on you. Normally you'd smell like flowers, but with your disgusting odor all it's gonna do is cancel out your usual foulness and even then only for a little while giving you time to do whatever it is you have to do. And this is ALL the help you're getting from me! Now get outta here I got customers coming!" Salina says and then slams her trailer door.

Not exactly what you had in mind, but more help than you expected. You head to Madam Orbec's tent. When you arrive there's a distinct air of creepiness about it. You can't afford to waste too much time so you head around the back of the tent and start trying to pull up so you can sneak in and get the book. You only hope she doesn't happen to be looking in your direction while you're attempting to do this.

As luck would have it, she isn't, in fact when you crawl inside you see you're right near her bed where she's fast asleep. Next to the bed you see a small table with a black book on it. That must be it. You grab it.

Madam Orbec then begins to stir. She starts sniffing in her sleep. The perfume must be wearing off!

You crawl back out the way you came

You figure you don't want anyone else seeing you run out of her tent with the book or else they'll only rat you out later. You lift up the tent and try to crawl back out. You waste too much time though; she wakes up when you're halfway through. She's not happy!

"GEEK! YOU DARE STEAL FROM ME! I CALL UPON THE SPIRITS TO CURSE YOU TO RESEMBLE THE LOWLY WORM YOU ARE!"

You don't think too much of those words at first, until you get fully out of the tent and find that you can't stand up to run anymore. You look behind yourself and to your horror you see that your legs have fused together into one fleshy mass. Soon the rest of you begins to transform. You gradually start to shrink as you try to crawl away in a hopeless attempt to escape your fate.

When you've fully transformed, Madam Orbec finally arrives to retrieve her book and sees you squirming around in the grass. She laughs and remarks how leaving you in that state is what you really deserve.

But she decides to show mercy for your plight by stepping on you and putting you out of your misery.
Geek:

1. A person regarded as foolish or clumsy.

2. A person who is single-minded or accomplished in scientific or technical pursuits, but is felt to be socially inept.

3. A carnival performer whose show consists of bizarre and disgusting acts.


Your breath stinks from the foul things you've been eating and the rest of you stinks from not bathing in who knows when.

Your head hurts from the cheap moonshine you've been getting "paid" in.

Rubes often throw stuff at you and spit on you.

Most of the other Carnies find you utterly repulsive and avoid you, a couple of them just abuse you for various reasons.

On a good day, only the Pinheads come to your cell and taunt you with their gibbering laughs and mongoloid chatter.

You have absolutely no worth as a human being, you get no respect from others, and you have no respect for yourself…and why should you? You are the lowest form of life in Carney society. You're not a real performer; what you do can't really be considered a skill. You're not even a real freak. At least a deformed freak can evoke an emotion of horror, or pity, or even admiration for overcoming their condition. You weren't born "this way". You chose to do this. All you evoke is disgust and revulsion. At best you're laughed at and not in the good way like those pervert clowns you work with.

Fuck all that "Wildman of Borneo" shit that the Ringmaster tries to tell all the rubes. You're little more than a bum with a "job". A degrading job that involves you to debase yourself, all for the amusement and shock value of others, but hey it keeps a "roof" over your head and you pleasantly drunk enough to just barely forget how utterly pathetic your life is.

You are the GEEK.

You wake up to a bucket of piss being thrown in your face. Not the first time and certainly won't be the last.

"You like the taste of that Geek? Get up Geek! The Ring Master wants to see you!" Charley orders then he throws the empty bucket at your head. The comical sound it makes hitting your skull and the pain it causes makes Charley laugh. Then he jabs you a couple times with his pointed stick.

Midgets can be so cruel…

You kick at Charley

You stagger to get up and attempt to kick Charley, but instead to trip over yourself and fall…right on to Charley's pointed stick. The only good thing is you skewered yourself right through the heart killing you instantly.

"Aw hell. Hey guys! Someone get me another Geek! This one's dead."
Just because you're all Carneys and united against the Rubes doesn't mean there isn't division in the ranks. You're all like a big dysfunctional family, and you're the scapegoat black sheep, you lucky Geek you.

The only good thing about being the GEEK, is that nobody considers you a threat or even a person! Plus you're usually sprawled out someplace either drunk or asleep. This means while others assume you're out of it and not competent enough to do anything except eat disgusting things, you've over heard some interesting information in your half conscious state of mind. Things that will probably come in handy in the ensuing power struggle you're about to become embroiled in.

So if you keep your head down, use animal cunning, watch your ass and you might just come through this alive.

And maybe, just maybe you'll finally get some respect.

Maybe…

Back to the story

Geek:

1. A person regarded as foolish or clumsy.

2. A person who is single-minded or accomplished in scientific or technical pursuits, but is felt to be socially inept.

3. A carnival performer whose show consists of bizarre and disgusting acts.


Your breath stinks from the foul things you've been eating and the rest of you stinks from not bathing in who knows when.

Your head hurts from the cheap moonshine you've been getting "paid" in.

Rubes often throw stuff at you and spit on you.

Most of the other Carnies find you utterly repulsive and avoid you, a couple of them just abuse you for various reasons.

On a good day, only the Pinheads come to your cell and taunt you with their gibbering laughs and mongoloid chatter.

You have absolutely no worth as a human being, you get no respect from others, and you have no respect for yourself…and why should you? You are the lowest form of life in Carney society. You're not a real performer; what you do can't really be considered a skill. You're not even a real freak. At least a deformed freak can evoke an emotion of horror, or pity, or even admiration for overcoming their condition. You weren't born "this way". You chose to do this. All you evoke is disgust and revulsion. At best you're laughed at and not in the good way like those pervert clowns you work with.

Fuck all that "Wildman of Borneo" shit that the Ringmaster tries to tell all the rubes. You're little more than a bum with a "job". A degrading job that involves you to debase yourself, all for the amusement and shock value of others, but hey it keeps a "roof" over your head and you pleasantly drunk enough to just barely forget how utterly pathetic your life is.

You are the GEEK.

You wake up to a bucket of piss being thrown in your face. Not the first time and certainly won't be the last.

"You like the taste of that Geek? Get up Geek! The Ring Master wants to see you!" Charley orders then he throws the empty bucket at your head. The comical sound it makes hitting your skull and the pain it causes makes Charley laugh. Then he jabs you a couple times with his pointed stick.

Midgets can be so cruel…
"Alright, connecting..." your pilot says, as the ship attaches to the bays of the Quill. All your lieutenants stand around you. Immediately, you spot a trio of space marines clad in blue with yellow trim marching towards you. Those on either side are helmeted with a crest behind their head and holding bolters in their hands. The one in the middle has no helmet, instead wearing ornate golden robes over his power armor, holding a bolt pistol golden staff topped with a snake, with two Sapphires as the eyes. You rarely see a space marine with his helmet off. This man has short blond hair and a clean-shaven face.


"Ah! Kyros' over-throwers, is it? I..." the marine says, before stopping to stare at Meliodas. "You.... ah, I sense it now. A daemon, is it? Tell me, were you trapped inside Kyros' skull for all the times I met with him?"


"No, I've just moved in," Meliodas replies, as the marine nods.


"I am Khalid the Despised," the marine says, as his two guards stare blankly at you.


"My name's Karth," you reply. "This is Meliodas, Cain, Castus, Olive, Fay, Durge, Elizabeth, John the Hermit, Captain Hayes and Elios."


"Fuck, did you really need to bring the whole crew?" Khalid asks, staring at your lieutenants.


Khalid strolls along the line, nodding slowly as if he expected this.


"Yes, yes... at least you got rid of that crazy Khornate bitch. Still, you kept the sentient Slaaneshi dildo, the morbidly obese sore, the failure for a psyker and the jar-head. Oh look, you've a few more to your roster. A... I don't even know what this freak is," he says, staring at Cain. "Then we have a mutant who deserves to become dust like my own, a bunch of kids and the daemon who can't find a better crew. A pathetic group if I've ever seen one."


Khalid steps back, as most of you stare at him in shock. Only the Staine Siblings and Hayes seem unsurprised.


"How fucking dare you?" Fay says, as she raises her bolter to point at Khalid's head.


"Oh, you must be one of the shit-eating, backwater Ferals that Kyros tried to turn into a super-soldier, right? Tell me, are you pregnant by your father, your brother or your cousin? Who am I kidding, with a planet like you came from, he's probably all three," Khalid smiles.

You set this tool alight

You let a wave of psychic flames release from your finger tips that quickly set his robes alight. Suddenly, the wave of heat floods through your body as you set alight, and you quickly burst into flames and are soon turned to ash.
You nod, holding out your hand. Khalid grabs you by the hand, and stares into your eyes.


"This'll be simple enough. Just don't resist. Understood?"


"Got it," you say.


"With the Dark Gods, the Corpse-Emperor himself and anyone else out their with the power to oversee this bargain, I pledge these two souls together by the binding contract, that we will remain allies into all ways possible. Should we break this contract, let our souls be forfeit."


You hear the chattering of thousands of daemonic voices as they watch your deal. You feel your mind be flooded into by Khalid's, as consciousness, in the way normal humans feel it, fade.


You find yourself floating in a void, surrounded by an ever-shifting mass of golden energy, that seem to make up Khalid. You look around, as you see his thoughts floating around you. You reach out your hand, touching the thought screams as you hear Khalid's voice boom.


"Is the big freak literate? Is it even sentient? I would think not. If I had to look at that face in the mirror every morning I'd kill myself."


You frown, touching another.


"Is the dumbass seriously using Kyros' former lieutenants, those who enslaved his people, as his lieutenants? He saw them betray Kyros! And now the dumbass is reading your thoughts, no doubt learning that while I'll remain loyal to him, he's a fucking wanker."


You touch another one.


"You, Karth Uwais, are ugly. See? I'm not even slightly lying."


Well, you've got what you need from his thoughts. Still, in the golden fog of energy, you can see what you assume are memories drifting around. You see his staff floating through the void before disappearing, before you see a wolf bound through the fog. You can hear distant screams emanate through the fog from some horrifying memory. You see Kyros march across the fog and step back nervously despite knowing he's only a memory.

You follow the wolf

You walk after the wolf, as it howls skyward and runs. You head forward, as it begins to morph into a strange space marine wearing an ancient power armor, with a wolf hide over his shoulder. The scene changes to a battleground, as you watch as similar space marines fight against those clad in the red and gold Khalid wore.


You see Khalid fighting, as he ducks under a bolter round. He fires a burst of flames, engulfing another wolf-marine who howls in pain, collapsing.


"Death to traitors!" a voice howls from the wolf-marines.


"You will not kill my brothers! You will not destroy my planet!" Khalid roars. "You don't understand! Horus is the traitor!"


A wolf-marine attempts to kill Khalid with his chainsword, but Khalid kills him with a burst of energy. 


"STOP! The Emperor wouldn't do this to us! We are loyal! We're your brothers! Please!" Khalid screams.


Suddenly, a massive pyramid materializes next to yous. Thousands of civilians are fleeing up the ramps inside. Then, a massive explosion tears through it, as a fireball engulfs all the civilians inside and fleeing into it.


"NO!" Khalid screams, as a cry of "Traitor!" comes from both sides.


With that, Khalid lets out a fierce scream of psychic energy, charging forward. The room gently fades to black.
"I saw a wolf catching its prey. I saw men turn to dust. I saw you fail," you reply. 


Khalid the Despised looks at you, his eyes filling with sorrow before he brushes it off and smiles.


"Well then, you're the one who allied with the failure. I love the tattoo, by the way."


You raise an eyebrow, before noticing that there's a black ouroboros, a snake eating its own tail, burnt into your robes, going around your arm at the bicep.


"Lift it up," Khalid says.


You lift up your sleeve, seeing that the ouroboros has burned into your skin, a black brand.


"A little reminder of our deal. It happens during these," Khalid says, tapping his armor, where you notice a Uwais tribal tattoo now raps around his arm. You recognize the glyphs for "Witch" mixed in with traditional hunting glyphs.


"I like yours," you respond.


"Alright, it's best you receive the grand tour, then. If we're to be allies, I'll show you what we're working with."

You refuse the offer of a tour

"I think I'll pass on that," you say. "I trust you have the strength to assist us. Kyros did."


"Yes, because Kyros is a huge success story," Khalid says, rolling his eyes.


"Well, this was good for both of us," you say. "I'll see you soon, Khalid."


"And I you, Karth," he replies.


With that, you take your lieutenants, and lead them off the ship.
You release your grasp on Khalid's soul, wincing as you take a deep breath. You open your eyes, glancing around the room and seeing your lieutenants, alongside Khalid, Narmer and the second Rubric Marine.


"Ah, finished. Good," Khalid says. "You didn't see anything too incriminating in my mind, did you? Didn't see my perverted thoughts about your sexy little girlfriend, huh? I spent my entire time perusing through your memories of the tribal bitch naked."


You feel a surge of anger, before pausing. Space marines barely have genitalia, let alone a libido. If you're going to become partners, you need to stop letting him get a rise out of you.

You brush it off

"Sure, alright," you say. 


"Oh, so blase. Did I hurt your feelings? I love the tattoo, by the way."


You raise an eyebrow, before noticing that there's a black ouroboros, a snake eating its own tail, burnt into your robes, going around your arm at the bicep.


"Lift it up," Khalid says.


You lift up your sleeve, seeing that the ouroboros has burned into your skin, a black brand.


"A little reminder of our deal. It happens during these," Khalid says, tapping his armor, where you notice a Uwais tribal tattoo now raps around his arm. You recognize the glyphs for "Witch" mixed in with traditional hunting glyphs.


"I like yours," you respond.


"Alright, it's best you receive the grand tour, then. If we're to be allies, I'll show you what we're working with."
You grab a tree with your mind, lifting it through the air, as gunfire erupts from your companions. Even the powerful bolter fails to break through its thick, rock-like exterior. You swing the tree with incredible strength, smashing into the creature and sending splinters around the place. The creature doesn't even step back, instead charging ahead towards you. You float to the side, as Hayes quickly arrives, raising his rifle and firing. As expected, the las beam has no effect.


"Ha! It's good to be killing again!" Castus yells.


"Fuck, we're not getting through this. Maybe we up the armament?" Fay says.


"Go for the eyes and the inside of the mouth!" Hayes yells, firing his gun.


Well, that didn't work. Time for something else.

You spew forth a whirlwind of flames

Your body is surrounded by a whirlwind of flames, which quickly begin to blast the howling Behemoth. You fire a jet of flames down the maw of the beast, which begins to burn the the pale gray flesh inside a dark black. The beast lets out a dry gasp, toppling forward as its internal organs cook.
You hurry through the forests, levitating over streams and fallen trees. With your speed, it's less than a minute before you arrive, seeing the beast.


It stands twice the height of even a space marine, and easily six times as wide, on four clawed legs. It's skin is grey, seemingly covered in scales that remind you more of the stones themselves rather than the hide of a beast. Its head is like that of a spider's, hissing at you as it raises its massive, stony clawed arms to swipe at you. You hover back, feeling electricity coarse through you as you prepare for a fight.

You fire a burst of flames

You fire a burst of psychic flames, which immediately begins scorching the beast. The Behemoth lets out a howl, as its skin begins to char and burn under the heat, its stony armor cracking under as the flames burn it. The Behemoth howls.


"Ha! It's good to be killing again!" Castus yells.


"Flames are its weakness! Grab whatever you can and burn this fucker to the ground!" Hayes yells.
You hurry through the forests, levitating over streams and fallen trees. With your speed, it's less than a minute before you arrive, seeing the beast.


It stands twice the height of even a space marine, and easily six times as wide, on four clawed legs. It's skin is grey, seemingly covered in scales that remind you more of the stones themselves rather than the hide of a beast. Its head is like that of a spider's, hissing at you as it raises its massive, stony clawed arms to swipe at you. You hover back, feeling electricity coarse through you as you prepare for a fight.

You fire some psychic bolts

You fire dozens of bolts of psychic energy, which smash into the beast's stony exterior as it fails to even damage it. The creature seems indifferent to your attacks, instead charging forward and swatting at you. You float to the side, as Hayes quickly arrives, raising his rifle and firing. As expected, the las beam has no effect.


"Ha! It's good to be killing again!" Castus yells.


"Fuck, we're not getting through this. Maybe we up the armament?" Fay says.


"Go for the eyes and the inside of the mouth!" Hayes yells, firing his gun.


Well, that didn't work. Time for something else.
"I'll go with Castus," you say.


"Kickass," Castus says. 


You quickly towards the river. You walk along the banks, while Castus happily wades up to his knees. He dunks his head under water, slicking back his wet hair.


"Uh, that feels good!" Castus laughs, before diving into the river. 


"We're supposed to be hunting!" you exclaim, hovering into the air, staring for any signs of the creature.


"What the fuck would I care?" Castus cries. Come on, motherfucker. Get in the water."


You hover over Castus, the soles of your boots just touching the water. Castus rolls his eyes, grabbing you by the boot and in one swift movement pulling you in. The water's cold, but in the hot weather of today, quite refreshing. You float in the water, drifting along the river slowly.


"Fuck hunting, this is all I want," Castus says.

You urge Castus to continue with the hunt

"We need to hunt," you say.


"Fuck off," Castus says.


"Castus, for fuck's sake. The behemoth could be anywhere! We need to find it!"


The comm bursts to life.


"Got a sight on it! Fuck, it's a big one!" Olive says over the comms.


"Found it," Castus says. "Well, let's roll, then."


Castus climbs out of the water, quickly hurrying along towards Olive's path.
"Um... fuck it, fine," you say.


Elios slides over, placing his hands on your back. He begins to massage your muscles with some skill, causing you to groan in ecstasy as he expertly relieves all your stressed out muscles. You do notice his hands beginning to wander towards your ass and genitals. You feel like you should be stopping him, but fuck, it's a good stress reliever.


"You know," Elios purrs. "I could help you relax in a more... sensual way. Trust me, the joys of Slaanesh are endless. And lust... trust me, that is a joy that knows no bounds."

You decline

"No, no thanks. I'm fine. That's enough," you say, as Elios whimpers.


"Oh, pity," he says. "Not even a little?"


"No, Elios," you assert.


"Shame," Elios says.


The rest of the bathing experience is fairly peaceful. You wash, relax and just take your mind off the world. Soon, you notice the sun is setting.

You finish bathing

"Sun's setting," Elios says. "We better go."


"I thought we were supposed to be here for several hours," you say, confused.


"How long do you think we bathing?" Elios asks.


"An hour? Two?" you ask.


Elios smiles slyly, gesturing towards the stars as they appear in the faint sky.


"It's been more than a few hours, little one. Let's head out, then," Elios grins.


You inhale once more, before tossing it over your robes and shifting them until you're dressed normally. Then, you begin to saunter off towards the dropship.