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To call the meeting interesting would be an understatement. First, they offend Dante with a mask imitating his gene father’s face, yet nothing could’ve prepared him for what followed next.
“The great Szarekh says, he is an avid collector of many curious things.” The Triarch member said as the silent king traced the shape of the mask with a cold, metallic finger. Dante observed the Necron with calculating eyes, he couldn’t allow himself even the smallest sign of weakness.
“Is that so?”
The silent king nodded and motioned with his hand for the Triarch member to continue. “Why yes indeed. As mentioned already, he holds great admiration for the red angel of Baal. As a son of Sanguinius, he wishes to show you another collectible of his. Something very rare and high priced. As a sign of comradery in this freshly found alliance.”
Dante couldn’t deny his curiosity. What did this walking wire box have that could interest him? Before he was able to voice his question though, the Triarch waved for others to fetch whatever it is he was about to be shown. Time felt eternal as he waited for the other necrons to return, even though barely a moment passed. The doors opened and Dante expected many things, yet nothing could’ve prepared him for what he was presented with.
A human.
The Necrons led a human woman to the silent king and handed the golden leashes connected to her collar to the Triarch member, who handed them to Szarekh. If the mask of Sanguinius was offensive then this was a punch to the face. Dante clenched his hands to fists, his teeth grinding down with so much force, he was afraid they’d break.
“What. Is the meaning of this?”
Meanwhile, the woman just looked at him with innocent eyes as she sat down at Szarekh’s feet as if it was the most normal thing in the world. The Necron king held her twin leashes in one hand, if he could, he’d smile at the her.
“This is the silent kings pet. His most priced possession. Not many receive the honour of meeting them. The great king Szarekh asks, what you think of her? Isn’t she a marvel?”
“Why, in the emperor’s name, does he have a human as a pet?!” Dante nearly barked the question, barely able to restrain his anger. He could feel the evil tongues of the black rage licking at his sanity.
Safe her. Avenge her. Free her.
It took all of his willpower to not lose control and attack blindly. That wouldn’t help anyone, especially not the poor woman. She however just sat there like an obedient dog, looking at Dante with a slight tilt of her head. The woman was dressed in revealing robes of gold and green, golden jewellery hung off her like ornaments off an altar. There was no denying it, she was a beauty, yet seeing the situation she was in made him sick to the stomach. Worse, the expression on her face. So full of curiosity and innocence. Did this woman not understand what situation she was in?! Had those Xenos scum manipulated her so much? Twisted her mind to their liking?
The one speaking for the king seemed perplexed. “Why wouldn’t the great king Szarekh keep such an exquisite pet? This human female is of extraordinary nature. He believes the word you use for her kin is “perpetual”. Is it not?”
Szarekh lightly tugged her leashes and she got up, climbing into his lap. She sat down on his metallic thigh, leaning against his chest. Her eyes never left Dante.
“Perpetual?” The chapter master of the blood angels couldn’t hide his shock. Perpetuals were rare. They were the kind of people who shaped history. Yet, this one looked more like a tamed bird, happily sitting in its cage. Who was this woman? It didn’t matter. Whoever she was, he needed to find a way to get her out.
The woman seemed to not care much. She was munching on dates she got from a small plate held by a Necron servant. Truly, the situation was growing absurder by the moment.
If Dante wanted to help her, he’d have to wait for the right moment or all he’d get would be a lasgun to the face. However, to his great shock, the king himself spoke up.
“Do not even think of such things, son of the angel. My pet is none of your concern. Should I catch you even thinking of taking my property, the consequences would be dire. Both for you and your men. Don’t test my hospitality.”
The human woman’s eyes widened and she swallowed her bite, eyes filled with horror. Her arms wrapped around the Necron lords metal body as she hugged herself closer. “What? Don’t let him take me master! You promised that no one would hurt me again!” Her innocent face twisted into a visage of unadulterated fear, as if Dante was revealed to be the boogeyman.
Szarekh put his hand on her hip. The coolness of his touch was a welcoming, familiar sensation. “I am a man of my word, dear pet. So remember what I said, Chaplain. And return to your men. My hospitality has run dry for now.”
Dante couldn’t believe his eyes. Or ears. Surely, this was a joke? A cruel prank? He awaited another Necron to start laughing and reveal the situation as a jest. Hurt her? She was scared that he would hurt her?Her concern should be with the Xeno who held her, not him! Was this woman’s mind so far gone? Perhaps in that case, the emperor’s mercy would be best for her. But not now. He knew when it was time to leave. Getting up from his chair, he nodded one more time before exiting the throne chamber. And yet, the woman wouldn’t leave his mind.
A human turned Necron pet.
Emperor beware. He had to do something, but what? For now, he had to focus on the tyranid threat and the fragile alliance that fought it. But once that was done?
Szarekh and his “pet” would have his full attention.
