"These inferior foods really turned my stomach."
"Their souls had long since dimmed and withered completely, without the slightest trace of life."
"They simply could not compare to the exquisite flavor of Wyches."
"I needed more Dark Eldar, more tender, sinful souls."
Lucius casually swung his flesh whip, instantly binding a massive twisted abomination tight. Then he snapped the whip, and its densely packed barbs tore the creature to pieces in an instant.
This huge modified monster no longer bore any resemblance to its original species.
It might have been a Dark Eldar slave, a human slave, or a slave of some other miscellaneous race. That did not matter. During the Haemonculi's long process of modification, they would all be ravaged and enlarged by all manner of growth drugs and viruses.
The Haemonculi had injected it with far too many drugs and viruses. Once the twisted abomination's mutation was complete, its hands had been replaced with metal claws or ichor injectors, and its cerebral lobes had been removed, turning it into a literally brainless monster.
To a finicky Emperor's Children warrior like Lucius, such a thing was simply a walking pile of excrement. Even catching a whiff of it was a desecration of the senses.
Without a brain, there was naturally no soul, nor any of those unrestrained emotions that brought Lucius ecstasy and pleasure.
"Come out, all of you. Come out, my sweet little darlings..."
Lucius's voice echoed through the deep, gloomy corridors of the base. The imprisoned, suffering human skins on his armor also opened their mouths and released horrifying screams.
Their souls were bound within that armor, subjected to Lucius's endless torment and humiliation.
Yet no matter how eagerly Lucius called, no Dark Eldar dared emerge to face him.
Only brainless bioweapons such as twisted abominations, tormentors,