| Inquisitor Amara Kith of the Ordo Malleus. And nameless servo-skull. |


Incubi Umbraeque - Dark Mother I 009.M42Incubi Umbraeque - Dark Mother I by ~annemarie
Khermuti
The raven spoke with two heads, lies and truths whispered in a single voice. One hissed at its twin, seeking to pluck out its eyes and devour them whole. The other, feathers bristled in defence, snapped back, scoring a wound on the neck of its rival. Both struggled for dominance. In the end, the first raven broke the neck of its brother. Its vainglorious cry was short-lived. Realisation of the symbiotic nature flashed in its ebon eyes as the twin's death lead to the great raven's demise. The bird flapped its black wings and shrieked as death claimed the short-lived victor...
"Neferuaat, what did you see?"
Honesty demanded


Mask of the Harlequin It is the mask that I wear that makes me who I am. You take the mask from me, and I just become another face in the crowd, another face that looks no different than from the person I am standing right beside. Of course, every mask that I have, that I wear, is different. Only I am able to see the subtleties of them for they are as unique to me as one star is from another in this galaxy. If you were to view them all you would say is, "Oh, what pretty masks" and that would be all. Silly mon-keigh, that is why I have no interest in trying to educate you the ways of how I chose my masks, the ways of the dances that I dance on the battlefield, theMask of the Harlequin by ~annemarie


Incubi Umbraeque - VI 022.M42Incubi Umbraeque - VI by ~annemarie
Isfarena, Eliator subsector, Syntyche sector
Amara Kith and Ursula sought their way through the Grand Cathedral of Saint Gilles, ascending the levels with extreme caution. Although the mad cult leader was dead miles below, the church was not miraculously cleared of enemies. Kith's bolt pistol barked down marble halls at shadows, unwilling to take chances against potential murderers. More than once the Interrogator and Sister of Battle backtracked to find a safer route to the surface. Gothic arches that hadn't crumbled under the Holy Inquisition's assault groaned at the new weight placed upon them. Tonnes of granite from upper floors


The Santiaga Path 1745 hoursThe Santiaga Path by ~annemarie
The world stitched itself back together from the decimating explosion. Lumen strips flickered, sporadic flashes of light illuminating the twisted battleground the shuttle deck had become.
Vavru'galuch, the Nekulli bounty hunter, stood protectively over the Sister of the Void. He tracked the daemonic spirits as the Geller field, surging to life, pulled them back out of the ship and banished them into the swirling Warp. Hissing a threat, the xeno watched gaping fanged maws snap ineffectually at the shimmering barrier. Black eyes as deep as any abyss and brimming with malevolence, the daemons stared at what had been their prey momen