Dezzy's Revenge

'Dezzy! Dezzy! What's taking you so long? I need my cloak!'

'Get it yourself, you spoiled brat! Next, she'll be asking for more amasec. I can't believe she actually pulled me between a power sword and herself! I am not a shield, nor am I a servant. I am supposed to be her right-hand man! Screw this. I'm done. I'm gonna wipe the floor with her! Why Tzeentch ever favoured that brat is beyond me!' I rant angrily.

Everyone does as she says because of this stupid cloak. I don't even know where she got it from. It's certainly not a gift from her so-called Father. She probably got it by making some kind of deal with the stupid drukhari. I hope The Lord of Change will take offence at her blasphemy one day.

'Daughter of Tzeentch, my ass,' I whisper as I reach for the door to her ornately carved wooden wardrobe.

'Coming, my Lady,' I raise my voice. As my hand reaches for the living leather cloak, I cringe. It's truly disgusting. It feels like skin, human skin. And the weird faces that move in and out of sight. Eww, disgusting. Just the thought of them sends shivers down my spine. I give myself a little shake and grab one of the faces by the open mouth. It tries to clamp down, they always do, but the leather has no teeth. I chuckle at the futile attempt at violence.

This time she will get what is coming to her. I am not afraid of some fraud in fancy dresses and expensive shoes. No, I will show her that I am more than a servant. I will be the new Leader, a Champion of Tzeentch. The time has come for her to know what I can do. I am not a meatshield! I shout in my head, still outraged at her audacity.

She knows not my power. She thinks I can't handle the warped souls in this cloak, that I can't stomach being near it, let alone channel its power.

I hesitate for a moment, slipping the cloak over my shoulders. I can feel the pain and anger of the tortured souls. I can also feel my own psyker powers increase, feeding on the souls of the people who are now trapped in this warp-powered cloak. The many faces writhe, moving in and out of sight in a grotesque display of misery and torment. Their lips hurry as though they are praying to the Corpse-Emperor, but the cloak remains silent. I smile in satisfaction.

The tall golden-haired woman bursts through the door, her angry face glaring at her. I can tell she is surprised that I can channel the warp so well and outraged that I would betray her. Her head spins from one expression to the other. It's rather gross when you aren't used to it. Only the back of her head bares no face. I smirk as I think of how am lucky that my gift is a third eye. Everything else has been left unchanged for now.

I wonder if the cloak alerted her of my plan. Her purple eyes are filled with anger, and a crackling power and lightning bolts extend from her hands toward me.

'I didn't know you could do that,' I say calmly, pulling on the power of the miserable souls in the cloak generating a force field.

'You stupid good for nothing backstabbing traitor!' she cries in a fury. 'Do you think you can betray me without consequences? I am the Daughter of Tzeentch! I know all!' She shrieks, throwing her half-empty glass of alcohol at me. I quickly sidestep the flying crystal as she stomps her stiletto heel on the solid ground and pouts.

'Throwing a tantrum won't help you. You get to choose now. Follow the new Champion of the Lord of Change and become my servant or die.'

I watch as the so-called Daughter of Tzeentch takes a threatening step toward me, lips pursed with squinting eyes.

'Dezzy,' she says to me, 'I liked you. You were my friend, or so I thought. It saddens me that you are no better than the others.'

'Will you stop talking and just choose already? I am your Master, or I am your killer. It's your choice!'

Her eyes now crackle with golden lightning, and I hesitate. Something is happening. I take a step back as a maniacal grin spreads across her features.

'Poor, poor Dezzy. You don't understand. Do you think you were my first assistant? I had grand plans for you. But, surprisingly, you lasted longer than the other traitors.'

I am uneasy; perhaps I have made a mistake. Orlaana extends her hand once again as her brow furrows. Suddenly the cloak wraps itself around me, moving against my body. I bring my hands to the claps shaped like human hands, but they refuse to let go! Nails dig into my shoulders.

'No! I am your Master. You bow to my will!' I scream desperately to the cloak. Orlaana throws her head back, and an evil laugh echoes through the room.

'They are all the same. They all think that I am not who I say I am, but when the moment comes, when they are caught in the web of the cloak, they finally understand! I am Orlaana, Daughter of Tzeentch, and you will serve my Father and me as my assistants before you.'

The cloak suddenly falls to the floor, and I am helpless, trapped within the squirming living thing. I struggle to get myself out, but an unseen force keeps me in place. Tears fall from my unseeing eyes as I pray to my Master, Tzeentch, for forgiveness. But then, I feel hands on my face, and the tears are wiped away by the fingers of the woman who had trapped me to be her slave forever.

'Pity. You truly were my favourite, Dezzy. Now, who will fetch my amasec?'