The warp churned as a lustful drukhari cruiser emerged from the shadows Its true purpose hidden beneath layers of dark craft. On board a fleet commander surveyed the approaching Imperial world Her eyes gleaming with anticipated agony. Deep within the vessel a captured sister of battle awaited her fate Her screams would soon fuel their dark rituals. The eldar leader approached the chamber where her prize was held A twisted smile on her perfect lips. She savored the fear radiating from the human captive This night promised exquisite torment. Another pain-wielder prepared the tools of their dark pleasure Each one crafted for maximum sensation. The sister of battle's defiance was a sweet challenge A flavor the dark eldar relished. Yet even in chains her spirit burned bright A testament to her faith. But the dark eldar knew how to break even the strongest wills They specialized in shattering spirits. As the night deepened the ship hummed with unspeakable acts A symphony of pleasure and despair. The eldar leader smiled again Her victory complete for now. For the dark eldar the pain was merely the beginning Their hunger never truly sated. The captive's fate sealed she was just another trophy In the endless void of their desires. The eldar commander observed her fresh meat Planning further depravities. A new era of suffering began for the Imperial world As the dark eldar made their presence known. The sisters of battle would never forget this night Their resolve tested beyond measure. Yet hope flickered in the darkness A tiny spark of defiance. For every shadow there is a light A truth even the dark eldar understood. The cosmic ballet of war and pleasure continued Across the vast and cruel galaxy.