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>Yet even now, the Priestess saw that redemption was not wholly beyond her grasp. Among the innumerable visions of timeless horror, Salafié was shown a shining image of a moment centuries from now, where she could choose kneel in fealty before the Primarch and forge the fleets of a new Great Crusade at the right hand of Archmagos Cawl himself. And somewhere, long millennia down this path, there were even hints that she might somehow gain a blessed final death, with pilgrims praying at her tomb.
>Desperately she tried to cling to this vision, but it dissolved away into mist, leaving only the leering blue daemon standing before her. She implored him to let her see it once more, to show her the way to this future. Yet the daemon merely laughed.
>"The price of that secret would have been your soul, yet you squandered that currency long ago to buy the immortality you now dread."
>"Then why did you show me this?"
>"To chastise your pride," the daemon hissed, "For all that you are, and all that you may one day become, never shall you be more than a pawn of fate."
>It was then that a thought came to Salafié from that part of her mind the daemon could not reach, a mind of wires and silicon and archaeotech arcana: If she had no soul left to sell, she had no soul that this Warp-spawn could threaten. Suddenly animated by a wrath that eclipsed her fears, the Priestess leapt to her feet.
>"You dare mock me, daemon?" she cried out, lunging towards the Lord of Change with a fury that would have made the Emperor proud. Yet as her gleaming metal claws closed around the daemon's throat, it merely evaporated into a cloud of blue feathers and raucous laughter that echoed away down the corridors, leaving Salafié alone to contemplate the revelations she had been forced to witness.
>It was, as it would happen, not the only envoy Salafié would receive from the Immaterium that day...
>Yet even now, the Priestess saw that redemption was not wholly beyond her grasp. Among the innumerable visions of timeless horror, Salafié was shown a shining image of a moment centuries from now, where she could choose kneel in fealty before the Primarch and forge the fleets of a new Great Crusade at the right hand of Archmagos Cawl himself. And somewhere, long millennia down this path, there were even hints that she might somehow gain a blessed final death, with pilgrims praying at her tomb.
>Desperately she tried to cling to this vision, but it dissolved away into mist, leaving only the leering blue daemon standing before her. She implored him to let her see it once more, to show her the way to this future. Yet the daemon merely laughed.
>"The price of that secret would have been your soul, yet you squandered that currency long ago to buy the immortality you now dread."
>"Then why did you show me this?"
>"To chastise your pride," the daemon hissed, "For all that you are, and all that you may one day become, never shall you be more than a pawn of fate."
>It was then that a thought came to Salafié from that part of her mind the daemon could not reach, a mind of wires and silicon and archaeotech arcana: If she had no soul left to sell, she had no soul that this Warp-spawn could threaten. Suddenly animated by a wrath that eclipsed her fears, the Priestess leapt to her feet.
>"You dare mock me, daemon?" she cried out, lunging towards the Lord of Change with a fury that would have made the Emperor proud. Yet as her gleaming metal claws closed around the daemon's throat, it merely evaporated into a cloud of blue feathers and raucous laughter that echoed away down the corridors, leaving Salafié alone to contemplate the revelations she had been forced to witness.
>It was, as it would happen, not the only envoy Salafié would receive from the Immaterium that day...
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