Perfection (A Sons of Larr series)

[BlackRaptor93]

It had been a simple rumour that had drawn this splinter of the Sons of Larr to a dead world on the fringes of the galaxy. Normally it would not have been enough to warrant Clitan’s personal attention – he received so many rumours from his men on a regular basis that he could not possibly (or indeed want to) respond to so many of them. But the Sorcerer sensed that there was a chance – however slim – that the rumour could be true.

The world in question was located on the very fringes of the galaxy, the perfect place for a research laboratory such as this one. The sorcerer had difficulty finding it for the entrance lay in the side of a plateau, one of many, that dotted the vast desert. He had his bodyguard of Terminators stay outside and watch for any reinforcements.

 

“Deal with them if they come.” Was his last instruction before he had entered the dark embraces. noting each shuddered with pleasure at his voice. Another gift from Slaanesh – his voice could calm and enchant even the boldest warrior.

 

From what little resistance was outside, it occurred to him that someone wanted this to stay hidden – possibly from everyone, including the dogs of the false emperor.

And indeed, it was looking promising. Though the warp could give him no answers, certainly he expected the armed presence to be greater. So far all he had encountered where a squad of imperial guardsmen that swiftly fell before his power and a lone Combat synthetic that he cut down with a sweep of his staff.

 

The massive marine strode down the halls with grace and elegance unknown to many mortals, his heavy boots thumping heavily on the floor. There was something in the air, as if he was being drawn forwards. He quickened his pace; rounding the corner he was confronted by a massive sealed door. Two large stone eagles flanked it on either side, held aloft on pedestals.

 

Is this all they can muster to keep me out?

 

A grin cracked the face beneath the helmet as the Sorcerer laid one gauntleted hand upon the metal and began to chant. After a few moments the area around his hand began to soften, as though it were made from clay, allowing him to steadily push his hand through. Eventually a large piece of the door fell through and Clitan pushed through the resulting gap.

 

For a moment the light blinded him through his visor, before his senses returned and he blinked a few times. The site he was beheld with caused the sorcerer to stop and actually stare in awe and wonder.

 

Slaanesh be praised... He murmured softly, stepping further into the room, barley believing what he was seeing.

 

It was rather large, sweeping up far above him and then coming down the opposite side in a large oval shape, every surface a rather irritating white. Along every wall where what looked like restraints, and in each was a large glass tube, and all were empty except for one at the far end of the walkway.

 

Suspended inside the tank was an adult male. A rather attractive one, the sorcerer mused. He had short black hair, and he was toned to the level no human could hope to achieve, not naturally. He was not conscious or even truly alive; he had no signature in the warp.

 

He was a blank slate.

 

Untainted.

 

Pure.

 

As that thought sank in, Clitan grinned. And then he began to laugh loudly, so loud it seemed the walls would shake. Throwing his helmet back he howled in jubilation, rushing forward he stared into the tank.

The rumour had been correct – there was a cloning facility on this planet, one that would have been shut down had it been discovered. But it had not, and now it belonged to the Sons of Larr. The possibilities where endless. Cultists, slaves, warriors – anything and everything they required could be shaped and moulded.

 

Undoubtedly the process could be recreated – the data was all here. Clitan ran his hand lovingly across the glass, lips moving silently. His to corrupt, his to play with so lovingly – as Slaanesh did, so would he. He smirked softly before he turned and walked out.

 

“Get Venerius in here, and secure the exit. It was true all along...” He commanded into the comlink, followed by several hurred affirmatives as replies. The excitment in each was obvious.

 

Well done, my child. Use them, use them for me.

He heard a disembodied voice, so seductive and alluring in every way whisper into his ear.

 

He would. He would use them for the glory of the Dark Prince...

[DarKnight]

Good stuff man, looking forward to seeing how the rest of this tale fills out. The worshippers of Slaanesh are such a sick and twisted breed. Looking forward to the next part of your story.