Prophecy in Red

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Maldor
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Prophecy in Red

Post by Maldor »

The fighting in and around Ghrond had grown fierce in recent months. No matter how often they fought against the cultist, more came to take their place. It was a time of great turmoil; the war's outcome would hinge on what the Temple did next.

Maldor and Nailu stood in the High Temple of Ghrond before the alter of Khaine. Maldor held the prisoner still as Nailu drew the knife. Tonight, they would have Khaine's guidance in how best they should serve Him against the infidels that besieged the city. Nailu thrust the blade into the captive and opened the dying man's chest. He watched in horror as his own intrails fell to the marble floor. Maldor released him and stepped back to watch Nailu work.

Nailu pulled the bleeding man close to her, looking into his eyes as they began to glaze over. He leaned on her, unable to support himself, his mouth agape, as though he failed to believe this suffering his. Blood flowed freely from his wound down Nailu's lily-white thigh. She smiled sweetly at him, drew him even closer, wrapped her arm sensually around him, and forced the blade still farther into his bowls. She released him from her embrace and let his limp body fall to the floor.

She turned away from his body, disinterested, and turned instead to the patterns of blood woven on the floor in crimson pools. She looked over the intracit red splatters, walking among them as if in a trance. She knelt down and ran her delicate fingers through the blood, scooping it up, and letting it run back down, the scarlett fluid caressing her supple bussom, its colour matching the crimson locks that cascaded down her shoulders. She opened her pale green eyes and rose slowly.

"We go south, and cutoff the river at its source."

Maldor watched her and smiled. Khaine had truely blessed him in bringing Nailu to him. "She truely is His oracle," he thought. He saw the look of determination in her eyes as she approached him. He held her and smiled again. Khaine had spoken to her; they would go south and face the menace, together.
Lock up your children, shut all windows tight.
The Witch Elves are hunting for victims tonight.
When old hags do knock at your door, you must hide,
Your death is the gift sought by Khaine's pretty brides.
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