We have returned! (for Raiye)

It was 01:40 AM local time in the dark depths of the AFW's parking lot. A place where any second a menace would occur in order to fulfill even this B-Movie clichÃ. We see an almost two meters tall lone amazonian figure dressed in a black suit and tie, wearing a trench coat and sunglasses, thus making her almost look like an assassin from a Chow Yun-Fat movie. Bashoku Youjou, freshly returned from the battle of Cyrene as the newly appointed most favored champion of the Black Legion has come back to our world and our continuity once again to kick ass and take names and heads for the sons and daughters of Horus. This time though Bashoku heeded the call of the Era of Hell and is looking for their leader Zera.

Everything went by all too quickly. Just a week ago it seemed the Era of Hell would flourish under the leadership of Cerbera while the Horus Heresy was dwindling, truly it turned out the so called mighty Horus was not with them but then came the unexpected event that Cerbera sacrificed herself to help the fleeing ex members of them. Zera was.. Disgusted by her twin sister's decision. Had she just let them go, then the Horus Heresy would have surrendered by now.

Still, now it was Zera herself that took controll of the now weak Era of Hell. Even weakened, it would be enough to take on the declining Horus Heresy. With that thought in mind, she was still not happy, her thirst for power was not quenched by the declining rate, she wanted more, more then even Cerbera had. The Era of Hell were the truly rulers, they just needed to be huge in number and power again.

It was then when she managed to find a so called future reinforcement group for the Horus Heresy, something that must not happen. Zera took it upon herself to meet with their strongest fighter and see if she could get them to side with the Era of Hell. Zera figured that even if they didn't want to join them, they'd still face the mightiest warriors, the elite of the Era of Hell, a stronger front then the Heresy could ever muster.

For Bashoku to get involved in petty mortal affairs is like having a vacation, especially after her contributing to the defeat of Azariah Kyras and thus preventing the sons and daughters of Horus from once again being reduced to a sobbing mess. Nothing she does is of a small scale. The victory on Cyrene and her promotion made her radiate with confidence rarely seen amongst the Black Legion thanks to their…uhm…rather incompetent self-proclaimed Warmaster. One day she would get rid of this problem. That was at least what she had hoped.

The echoes of her footsteps made her presence similar to the one of an approaching slasher villain, itching for fresh teenagers to slaughter, dumb enough to wander alone and separated from the rest of the group or have sex in the most convenient death traps. Though this particular villainous protagonist had her gun and knifes both in their respective holsters as her task at this moment was not to take heads for the Dark Gods or to gut dumb teenagers for the pleasure of a B-Movie audience, at least not yet. This time Bashoku would just meet Zera in this parking lot to offer her the assistance of her Black Legion warband. Amongst the almost endless row of cars Bashoku suddenly saw a lone figure similar to the one on the picture the Black Legion champion carried.

Zera was rather oblivious to her surroundings, walking towards her motorcycle she had parked nearby, a rather ghastly aura surrounding her while she went inside the shrouded darkness outside the federation. She was not afraid to get ambush, for she would unleash Hell upon them.

Not that it really mattered to her anyway but it seemed there was someone nearby, someone had their eyes set on her, such a bad vibe, like a chill that ran down ones spine. Who would dare to strike her? This figure? What a joke, Zera wasn't nicknamed the overlord for nothing. Unlike her sister Cerbera, Zera was much like a tank, she could take quite alot and do alot of damage, her fearless statue, the ghastly aura, there was nothing about Zera that could be seen as a weakness..

After silently analyzing Zera for a brief minute, Bashoku took off her sunglasses. Although suppressing her Chaos powers she was still emitting an evil aura. Just one look in her deep purple eyes made it more than clear that though her face was that of a young woman, she had the heart of a devil.
"I suppose that you are Zera", said the Black Legion champion with a slight Chinese accent. "Hm, and I thought you were bigger". Indeed, as Bashoku was towering over her by almost two heads. "Anyways, you have called the Black Legion and we came. How may the servants of the Dark Gods be of your help?"

Zera stopped directly infront of Bashoku. Originally she wanted to confront her, to see who she exactly was, a pervert, a assassin, whatever was send to her, Zera was not afraid of them, it wouldn't be the first time anyway.. But then she saw those eyes and the words of that accompanied them, she knew exactly who it was.

" The Horus Heresy is about to fall, it would be wise to sign with the Era of Hell, the true rulers of the AFW, the only thing we are missing is quantity.. With our Quality. I was hoping that with the help of the Dark Gods, that would no longer be a problem. "

"Ah...this sounds so horribly familiar", Bashoku muttered in her native Mandarin Chinese. She then switched back to her accent ridden English. "Anyways kiddo, I hope you know what you are toying with and what Chaos is. Deals with the Dark Gods are permanent. Chaos does not allow second thoughts and your obligations to the Dark Powers are eternal. But it is nothing compared to the powers you receive." Her look went more and more from a dead serious expression to a sinister grin. "So, will you, Zera Kashnakova, embrace Chaos?", asked the Black Legion champion while holding her hand towards Zera.

There wasn't anything, besides of the late Eliphas, more annoying to Bashoku then people who change their mind in the last second, especially those who underestimate the magnitude of Chaos and don't take the powers seriously enough. From where she came from, people were deliberately prostituting themselves to the Dark Gods for all eternity, be it for the sake of saving or avenging a beloved one, out of desperation when at the face of death, annihilation or another disaster, to find a meaning in the grim darkness of the 41st millennium, out of lust for power, strength or flesh or being one of those the Imperium has rejected. A wrestling feud seemed like a petty quarrel to her, but nevertheless, those enthusiastic enough were perfect candidates for Chaos to take a foothold on their souls before spreading its taint.

" .... "

Zera felt like she was underestimated again due to those words, being called a ' kiddo ' and even making it sound like she didn't know what she was doing? The last person that underestimated her ended up beaten into a blood pulp and their head slammed through a car window before finally saved thanks to their useless begging and crying for mercy.

Zera brought out her hand, holding it up infront of her and glared at her palm. Her hands were adorned with black leather fingerless gloves, with small white skulls on the back of it, making one of the skulls gaze at Bashoku.

" ..You have just shown two types of errors that are deemed vital against me. I could start busting your skull right now for this insolence. " Her bright red eyes only glared death towards Bashoku, but only one of them was seen while the other was camouflaged behind her glove.

" I don't want a simple thing.. I want their heads on a silver platter, I want them to suffer and suffer hard. I want them to pay for everything they thought they could get away with. I want them to break physically, mentally, sexually, IN EVERY POSSIBLE WAY. NOW I WANT YOU TO TAKE HEED. " She brought her arm to the side so both eyes were directed to Bashoku, hatred filled those glowing red eyes, the pure aura of unholy heritage was given within them, she was not joking around, nor did she ever. " Do you think because I look like a young girl, is a reason to call me ' kiddo ' ? I have almot murdered people three times my size without a single scratch! Now you do WELL to understand that, and believe that I know what I want to do! ..I can break you in the ways I mention.. I could make you experience the greatests of bliss.. Or make you taste the sour taste of agony. "

Just barley was Bashoku able to suppress a snicker as in her opinion there is nothing more amusing then people who try too hard, especially when it is about intimidating someone. It takes some creativity to impress someone who battles daemons, xenos and the Imperium and who spilled the blood of thousands for centuries that in the real world was only a blink of an eye.

While Bashoku was pretending to listen to Zeraâ€s antics and occasionally making a “mh hm” sound, she thought about which of the Dark Gods might suit her the most. The rage that was filled within the girl would make her interesting to Khorne. Her lust for revenge, dominance and violence would make Slaanesh welcome her with open arms. Though that would Zera have to decide for herself if she was truly hell-bent on joining Chaos.

“Please excuse me for being older then you. Anyway, it is most delightful to see young people like yourself so full of enthusiasm”, said Bashoku in a calm and casual voice almost like having conversation with a corporate business partner. “I think it is safe to assume that you are still interested. If stand correct, I would like to move on discussing the details and introduce you to the others. Or do you have a certain place in your mind you would like us to go?” Bashoku tried not to show that Zera already gained her sympathy. Maybe one day she could use someone like her as a First Capatin in her crusade against Abbadon. In her heart she was grinning with satisfaction.

" Then, introduce me to the others. Wasting time is not needed. " Zera was not too blunt about it, Her mind was only set on the destruction of the Horus Heresy and any other that would stand against them, which would most likely be the White Gale. Zera had no mercy unlike her sister, all Zera wanted was destruction and the superiority of the Era of Hell, making her the perfect leader for the organization. All she lacked was the quantity in her faction. All she had left was a few elitist.

Zera was not sure what she had meant by having another place to go, so she just let it slide, there was no place she would go other then the place where those contacts of Basoku were, then again, perhaps she meant something else. " With a certain place, you would not mean somewhere private, hmm? "