A Lord's Change of Plans

Summary:

Vel'Thara, one of the many Lords of Change, seeks to crush and overtake a Slaaneshi cult on a planet before it blooms fully. However, she finds that her most recent glimpses into the future were mere falsities by Tzeentch, stifling her many schemes. Frustrated with her inability to make any headway, she strikes at the very heart of the planet, its assigned governor.

Like all the other worlds in the Imperium's rusted chains, this one was a ball of strife begging to be guided by hands far greater than any mortal. Indeed, its denizens sought escape from the endless toil of work, prayer, and hardship that painted their life. It was no surprise that a spattering of hedonism was all that was needed to sway the populace, even with their flimsy sworn oaths to a corpse surrounded by insane worshipers.

Vel'Thara looked out at the expanse of tired, gothic buildings and its plodding populace. All strings of fate waiting be plucked by a skilled hand at just the right moment. Such delicate playing, however, had lost its effectiveness in the past century. Despite all the nudges, the puppeteering, the seeds of doubt, and the more firm whispers, the planet had slipped from the grasp of her patron deity, Tzeentch. Naturally that was impossible. Every move was planned, and every action intended, meaning all of her false visions were intentional.

It was not Vel's place to question her creator, but failing in a grand scheme had struck at her very core. Her false hands gripped at an ancient stone railing. Tzeentch had thought it pertinent that she fail, even now as a storm in the immaterium let Slaaneshi degenerates tend to this world with glee. The Imperium was powerless to stop them with that obstacle, leaving it to dip further and further into the lust and overindulgence of the Prince.

Vel moved back into the sad crowd in her false visage, appearing like any other miserable human waiting for fate to drift them along to more pleasant pastures. While other Lords preferred to be as far away as they could be from their quarry, Vel relished watching the pond ripple from up close. Every second of a plan shifting into action was an absolute delight, and, were she not Tzeentch's own creation, no doubt her enjoyment would have gorged Slaanesh himself for centuries to come.

The populace wasn't openly under the Prince's leather boot, though the not-so-subtle signs of worship had already proliferated among them with their erotic jewelry and touch of color on their vestments. Amusingly, it livened up the dreary planets humans inhabited, but it was not something Vel'Thara could tolerate.

Humans were Vel's favorite creation of the universe. They were so eager to expand and improve upon themselves in such strict, conflicting ways. Until they received a taste of chaos, and they broke, eager to receive more blessings of the Aether. It was Vel's intent to make certain that the desire for more lied with Tzeentch. Humans were so strong, and yet so vulnerable to a guiding whisper or the simple curiosity that tugged at their thoughts in every waking moment. Cute, almost, to think that they could sit upon a throne and rule over everything they surveyed.

The dreary gray sky of pollutants cast down on battered streets and buildings. Vel passed by all sorts of souls, open books ready to have their pages rearranged in every which way. Some had grander plans than others, and others had the stench of that lustful deity. It would be indeed trivial to tear this planet asunder and claim it with the raw force of overflowing sorcery, but that wasn't entertainment. To watch every part of the grander whole slowly succumb was the raw enjoyment she sought.

Even still, Vel had to admit her plan of action was more direct than what was normal for her. She strode forward, rippling the pond of souls, past the grand, rotting architecture, into something slightly more pristine. By human standards, in any case. That was to say, it had less of a stench about it, more guards, less pedestrians carrying their pain about. This was the quarter where their faux-royalty ruled with a militaristic fist. Vel might have turned heads there without a dab of her own powers to hide her presence. Fortunately, their upper-class did not take kindly to the psychically-inclined, another amusing weakness presented as a strength.

The citadel, the home of the governor of this planet, and one that could be considered de-facto ruler of the star system, was Vel's target. She casually walked in with a glance to any guard that stepped in her path.

The dingy palace was a slightly more pleasant affair than the dirty atmosphere outside. The touches of royalty in its grand carpets, displayed weapons, and gaudy furniture were amusing. Vel thought there was something charming about their material weapons being so proudly shown off. She cast aside those thoughts and -- indulging in her abilities -- used a short trip through the immaterium to cast herself into the heart of the citadel, the governor's office.

"I had not expected a daemon so soon," a gruff voice said. "Perhaps something that my successor would tend to, but not myself."

"Kol Tharn," Vel said. "A pleasure to see you in your material flesh."

He was a proud human, showing off his petty royalty with glee. A dress uniform that only vaguely resembled something military in style clung to Kol's frame. He was a commander of his own little world of pleasures. Kol sat behind a large desk with all sorts of papers, trophies, and of course, a laspistol. Even if Vel'Thara were blind to the souls of man, she could tell everything in his office was a masculine display made to intimidate and impress in one fell swoop.

"No pleasantries needed, then? I pray you do not think my name holds power over me," he said, cracking a small smile.

"You speak calmly in the presence of a daemon."

"I would be dead already if you deemed it, correct?"

"Most true." Blatant observations were another of her favorite aspects of humans. She smiled, letting her false form drop.

From that weak human sprung the full form of Vel as a perfectly crafted creature of Tzeentch. Proud wings bursting from her back, scaled hands and feet equipped with deadly claws flexed, and golden eyes pierced into his soul but for a moment. She flapped her wings, rippling her blue feathers.

The display caused Kol to ease back into his seat, one hand firmly gripping an armrest, and the other loosely hanging near the laspistol. Impressive how he managed to keep some semblance of calm.

"You seem far more durable than the other humans who share your title." Vel slammed her staff into the ground, hoping to spark some more amusing fear from him. "I admit, I have never been shot with a pistol, but I doubt you would gain much from it."

Kol's hand slithered back to his armrest, seemingly understanding how pointless it would be to go against her. He gave a bow of the head. "Excuse me. Old habits, you must understand. I ask what brings a creature such as you to my domain, though I have my guesses."

"Indulge me, what are your guesses?" Vel's fleshy beak curved into a smile as she approached his desk, leering down at him.

Kol's eyes narrowed. "While I appreciate your whimsy, I must say, experiencing it firsthand is worse than I expected." He glanced to the heavy doors to his balcony. "I imagine the deviants, the lack of worshipers for your supposed god, some long lost deal someone of my lineage signed." Kol shrugged. "Perhaps you simply want some shred of entertainment."

"Some answers ring true. Perhaps all of them. Look to the first two for now."

Kol nodded. "You want me to exchange one poison for another. Change their degeneracy for your secrets and knowledge."

"I would hold my tongue on pretty terms such as 'poison,' " Vel said. "But in simplistic terms, yes. Tossing out your cancerous polyps for progress and intelligence." She pointed her staff at those grand doors, causing them to swing open instantly, bringing with it the poisoned air. "Come."

Kol furrowed his brow but followed all the same, standing from his grand seat and following Vel to the balcony. She stretched her wings and presented the decrepit city to him.

"Has lust provided anything more to your populace? Gluttony? Perversions of the mind? Your Imperium will return to this space and crush it, given time. The Prince can provide nothing other than fleeting pleasures." Distant pillars belched fire and smoke to the tune of crushing machinery.

"Cancerous, perhaps, but the populace has not been so productive since the degenerate god set foot here. Provided they stay in-line, I have no interest in changing one hand for another."

Vel briefly looked to him with a true gaze, plucking at his psyche. It was untouched by Slaanesh, though greed still lingered. Reasonable. The populace needed the allure of lust, not a king in his own kingdom, free to rule however he pleased. He simply rode atop the shoulders of the pathetic worshipers, eager to reap the rewards of their temporary boost in productivity.

That little indignation irked Vel nonetheless. She was seconds away from crushing his mind and supplanting it, controlling the world with her own firm, guiding hand. No, that would not do. She had plenty of other avenues to explore.

"And your promises of forbidden knowledge interest me none," Kol said. "As you can see, simplicity has done this world well, and there's little in this physical realm to tempt me."

Vel's smile grew. "Truly? You wish to put such a challenge toward a Lord of Change?" Her tongue ran across her beak. "Entire worlds could be at your command with the smallest shred of knowledge I could impart upon you."

"And it seems this one isn't under yours." Kol swallowed, regaining his composure. "What would I want with several more worlds? I've already painted myself as a target. The lust god creeping in, and now you, with your promises of power. Perhaps we should ask the other deities what they should think of this situation."

Vel'Thara's smile grew malicious. Her free hand gripped at his head, claws teasing his tender skin. The soul was delectable, but so was the physical. Immediately, Kol's heart began to pick up, and his muscles twitched as primal instincts prepared him to flee or fight. Fear dribbled into his expressive eyes.

"Should I deem it, I could rend your flesh asunder and see all of your pathetic lineage's work crushed underfoot by hordes so massive they would seem like endless waves."

"Then do so!" Kol yelled. He kept his fragile body from shattering under pressure.

Anger turned to amusement. Vel let out a squawking laugh and released her grip on him. Humans were the perfect balance of courageous and idiotic. There was always a breaking point, but Vel didn't dare break her toy just yet, nor did she want to chance a look into the future. Tzeentch must have planned some other path she had not considered yet, something that somehow evaded her thoughts.

Kol stared at her a while longer before returning to his desk. Vel watched him depart and then turned back to the sky. She had hoped to grasp his desires directly, rather than pluck something from his vulnerable soul. The game was far too easy when done in that manner, but she had to admit curiosity drove her now. Every human had one faulting desire, then what was his?

Vel'Thara opened her eyes fully and looked to Kol, piercing his simple physical form and diving into the energy of his soul. Instantly all of his vulnerable psyche was open before her, ripe for the consumption. Fear plagued him now, as did doubt and all the other delicious tools that would help thrust him into her grasp.

And yet... One emotion lay underneath Kol's dark thoughts. A raw feeling she may have mistaken for a shred of Slaanesh's corruption were it not so strongly tied to his mind. Lust. Her eyes closed.

Yes, Vel had seen lust proliferate among humans, and she may have guided such thoughts at a distance, but rarely had she felt it from a human under duress like that, certainly not when dealing with a daemon that was not some extension of Slaanesh himself. She had to recall that perversion was merely a natural human desire. The gods would not exist without the mortal desires, after all.

The source of said perversion was more curious. Those erotic tendrils connected quite directly to Vel's own form. His gaze on her held fear and arousal both. Perhaps it was fortunate that she reached him first, otherwise he could be tempted with any number of xeno forms the dark Prince could conjure up.

Kol settled back into his seat, eyeing Vel still. Arousal must have been bubbling in his form. Vel wandered back to the center of the room, watching his expressions through veiled eyes. True, Vel was not far from the human female form. She had been born into this shape without much thought as to why, not that she particularly cared. Shapely breasts and a pert rear suited her, she figured, and the golden adornments she wore only exacerbated her beauty.

"It seems we are at an impasse," Vel said. "You refuse knowledge, and I would rather not raze your planet."

"So it seems."

"And what would I tempt the man who has a world at his fingertips with?"

"Nothing," he replied.

"Not an enemy to vanquish nor a victory to achieve. Not even a treasure to seek."

"None. So if you find yourself eager to kill, I ask that it is merciful."

Lust remained an option, but with Slaanesh's already prominent presence, that may only lead him down the wrong path, right into the grasp of that fetishistic demon. It would have to be something more direct. Vel turned her head. Perhaps the temptation could lie with her own body? There was something devious and demeaning about lowering herself to a mortal's level like that. But it would work.

"What thoughts are conjured when you hear of Slaanesh?" she asked.

"I felt you rummaging about my mind, you should know," he said.

"Oh, I do." She approached his desk again. "But I much prefer to hear it come from your supple lips."

Kol seemed to perk up upon hearing that tantalizing word. Was it so easy?

"A damnable thing that leads men to their ruin, much like the rest of your chaotic kind. Perhaps the most reprehensible, however."

"Reprehensible? You seem quite fit to indulge." Vel raised a hand, presenting the room.

"I have my limits. I would not stoop so low into sexual depths that would make even the walking corpses wince. Had the peasants not relished in it, I would crush those believers."

"Is that so?"

Then all the better to have him imbibe her bare form. Though it was not how Tzeentch conducted himself. The joy of knowledge, overcoming, and understanding were the prime indulgences of her god, and dipping into raw sexuality would only feed Slaanesh. Vel tightened her grip on her staff. While true, it was also true that any enjoyment fed into the Prince, including fruit born from Tzeentch's efforts. As long as that pleasure nourished the seed for more of Tzeentch's plans, what harm was there in it?

Vel spread her stance a little more, letting her loincloth dangle. Kol's gaze twitched, but remained firm at her visage. Oh, yes, it was very much feasible. The only question now was whether or not she wanted to. She didn't experience arousal in the same sense he did, but she had to admit that he was cute. Such a vulnerable thing. Controlling him in such a manner would be delightful, surely. So directly, so firmly. He would crumble under this simple physicality, finally.

"You know I dipped into your mind," Vel said.

"Of course. One of your many parlor tricks," Kol replied. "Find any useful nuggets of information?"

"Oh, yes. Very much so. Including your little fascination with the form of what you would call 'xenos.' "

His brow hardened. "If the allure of Slaanesh does not tempt me, what makes you think that any inhuman form would draw my eye?"

"Come now, that parlor trick is better than you know. I've peered into every aspect of your being." She raised her leg, planting a foot on the desk. Her flimsy cloth teased a chance to see her lower lips. "I know you enjoy the plush form set before you. Perhaps this is very much the reason why Tzeentch created me in this manner."

Kol looked to her hips, then shifted immediately to look at the pistol at his side.

"Care to find out, Kol Tharn? Not many men can claim they have laid a daemon, and even fewer still would have survived that." Her free hand dipped a finger underneath the side of her loincloth, playing with the fabric. "It would come at little cost to you. All I ask is for your assistance. You could do that with a simple word." She pulled the cloth upward, the bottom threatening to reveal her entrance. "One word is all, Kol, and I would be yours."

"I... I would be a fool to enter into such a pact." He turned his head indignantly. "Begone with you."

"There is not much of a choice. In your short life, you would do well to take my offer. Indulge in pleasure now. Should you deny me, I would simply wait out my time and find another weakness to exploit. Surely you would rather take me, rather than go without?"

Kol stood up, looking at her directly.

"I refuse," he said.

Vel smiled. She pulled her foot back, causing him to unwind somewhat. With one hand, she grabbed the side of the desk and shoved it across the room. His brow immediately crinkled. Vel sauntered over to him, pushing him back down onto the chair and looming over him.

"Your words betray your body, Kol." She raised her staff, prodding gently at a growing bulge in his trousers. "For how pure a human's intents may be, they are always a slave to their desires in the end."

"I..."

"Desire me. I know." She lowered her head, leaning against the throne. Her beak neared his ear. "You simply say the word, Kol. Accept this pact," she whispered.

"I will not fall to this," he said.

"I believe you will," she replied. Vel eased back, her free hand grasping at his groin. "There is little else that could compare to my body."

Kol's expression faltered into frustration, one of Vel's favorites. The moment where those trapped in a choice knew what they wanted, but their fickle sense of honor stepped in their path. All the more amusing when coming from one with the Imperium's twisted code. Kol clearly did not bend himself to their will entirely, and yet a part of it had certainly taken root in his mind. He refused to take heretical views while others may fall to heresy for his own gain. Now the ultimate prize was nearly in his grasp, it only lay past a pact.

"Consider this. Should I need any more of your assistance, this may become a habit of ours." She could hear his heart begin to hammer. "Perhaps... If you perform well enough now, we could indulge in more without need of any more pacts. You may be able to taste beauty whenever you desire." Vel ran the backside of her claw along his covered erection, sliding upward until that talon hooked into his pants.

"Millennia is nothing to one such as myself," Vel said, "but even my patience has limits."

"What would you require of me?" Kol said. He stared through her.

"Ah, that is yet to be seen." Vel could not stop her next words, enjoying setting out the true dilemma before him. "Any number of favors for a touch of lust."

"I am sure you would change the deal regardless," Kol replied, his voice low.

"Very astute." She tugged on the band of his pants. "Well?"

Kol eventually nodded.

Vel hissed. "Say it. Speak it," she replied. "Make your intent known to this world."

"Are there truly so many hurdles to this?"

"So many delicious hurdles. Wonderful, aren't they?"

"Then... you have my word. I accept this pact." The frustrated look on his face worsened while his body delighted in those words.

Vel's feathers bristled. "The exact words I crave."

With one swift motion, Vel tore the front of his pants, letting his firm erection rise to full attention. He let out a small gasp as she grabbed at his erection, scaled hand wrapping firmly around its length. While she was careful with her talons, she did not let them travel far from his skin, making him know who exactly was ruler in this scenario. Frustration struggled against pleasure, the ramifications of this deal melting under the heat of arousal.