Human warships spewed plasma flames as they hurried past The Deceiver. These crude, simple vessels were proof of their civilization's decadent decline. Whenever he saw these bloated, sluggish flying cathedrals, The Deceiver felt heartfelt delight, mercilessly mocking those who had failed to ascend to godhood after being played in the palm of his hand.
That Subjective One, the fellow called Lin Fan... The Deceiver had been observing him for a long time. This Subjective One had yet to awaken like Bai Huan, which meant the Necrontyr were equally wary of the actions of these higher-dimensional beings.
How interesting... Wait, what was that? The Deceiver spotted something intriguing. He focused his attention, his gaze piercing through a resplendent warship, and saw the cautious shadow of a Greater Daemon of Tzeentch within its monastery-like bridge.
The light of true faith, the ashes of martyrs—while that might be enough to fool the highly paraplegic Emperor on Terra, it could not deceive The Deceiver's eyes. He knew that fellow could not bear loneliness. Though the Warp and the material universe were separated by the Veil, Tzeentch would never pass up any chance to weaken it.
"What have you prepared this time? What backup plans do you have? Heh heh..." The Deceiver chuckled sinisterly. He decided to expose the Greater Daemon of Tzeentch's true nature and cause that fellow in the Warp some entertaining trouble.
Oh! What was this? A Warp phone call! Amused, The Deceiver poked open the Veil with one finger. His ear plugged the gap between the Warp and the material universe, and then he heard Tzeentch's voice.
"Don't come over here and ruin things for me, understand?" Tzeentch threatened. The Deceiver merely curled his lip disdainfully, then shifted into the form of Cegorach. "Don't get worked up. Let me tell you