Inquisitor Cassius Evander, Ordo Xenos

Your Name is Cassius Evander.

Born and raised on Menazoid Sigma, you were picked up by the Black Ships as a youngster. Throughout every mind-consuming task, and every scrutinizing ritual of Purity, you somehow were always able to survive. Deemed top material for further education and with a Gamma - level Psyker, you were assigned as an acolythe in Inquisitor Anna Lublinka's retinue. After two decades of work, three near **** scenarios, two last stands and one Exterminatus, you were finally elevated to the full rank of an Inquisitor of the Ordo Xenos by your beloved Mistress.

All these memories drift through the back of your consciousness while you sat on a leather chair in your quarters aboard the Oberon Class Battleship "Martyr's Blood". Your chair is upholstered with the leather-skin of catachian devils (one peculiar detail you were painfully demanding about). The obscure shadows between the high gothic arcades of your quarters' main hall and the pale, unhealthy, lighting of your data-slate packed desk, gave the room a chill ambiance. You felt it suited the unforgiving nature of your calling.

In a depraved rhythm, wet slurps break the silence. In front of you, with her mouth around your proud 7 inch erection kneels...