It was a sight that most would tremble at, as a entire unit of Rubric Marines started to surround the young rouge trader, but the chaos Astartes had not yet unleashed the fire of their raised weapons, it was then that between the marines a smaller and shapely figure covered by robes baring the Thousand sons insignia, from under the hood a feminine but strong voice rang out

Nyxisius: "Do not mistake your current continued life as mercy, You're soul have the imprint of a target of mine, so either you are the source and i will have your life, or you are not and i might relieve your of life"

Long black hair flowed down the hood as a hint of caramel colored skin could be seen underneath, with a wave of Nyxisius' staff a shot was fired besides him making the sorceress' hood fall off showing a surprisingly beautiful woman with stern cerulean eyes staring back at him

Nyxisius: "Your soul bare the mark of the Prince of excess, and as a follower of the Lord of Change who have been changed by Slaanesh..... well lets say i am not pleased"