Vulmor Dret-9 Vudax looked pleased with himself. Morde’rya had just returned with two more pitiful Stewards. The Daemon Host dumped them unceremoniously on the floor, their stunned bodies not moving. Dim souls they may contain but they will do for this next phase in the great plan. The Lady Belogaer herself had given the Daemonologist the duty of tracking down the Stewards and sacrificing them to her ingenious Daemon Wells. A duty he thought beneath him at first, but not anymore, there was much to document and learn from the leaching of the souls into the Wells.
The Well in front of him was still, it’s liquid as black as the void and more Scribes had started to join the circle around it. Morde’rya hovered in front of him.
” Do you think you could bleed them when they are consciousss thiss time Magosss. The sscreams you ssee are so very ssstatisfying to me”
Vulmor looked at the Daemon Host. It was a fascinating specimen and one he would love to study more but he knew the Inquisitor with the red hands may object to that.
” Loud sounds are not necessary for this for this procedure. “
The Daemon Host tilted it’s head and shook it with dissatisfaction.
” Sssuch boring consstructs you Mechanicum are. There iss much to learn from the soundss of pain you know. ”
Vulmor thought about this, maybe Morde’rya was right, it was a creature of great power and ancient beyond reckoning.
” We will proceed as you suggest then. Wake them up if you will.”
Morde’rya smiled a sickly smile.
” With pleassure Magoss.”
The Daemon Host looked down at the Stewards and they stirred. Awake they both looked up and realised they were still in hell. The screaming followed soon after and Vulmor decided he quite liked the sound of it after all.