Marvelously

Gisben watches as his creation jumps among the different platforms, dancing and spinning with each step she takes. Her Violet ballerina outfit catches the light as she finds it in the air, and her reflection catches among the pillars as if there is an army of ballerinas dancing all at once.

Gisben sees all of this in amazement, his eyes wide open and his mouth nearly through the floor as he stated at his creation in amazement. As he enjoys her performance from the best seat, the front seat far better than any he has had before. Even when he was intruding on the ducts of the opera in the upper hive, he did not have such a magnificent view.

Sadily, it must all come to an end, and after what could have been a minute or a week, as Gisben had lost all sense of time while he was enjoying his creation's performance, a shot went off and he was sent to the floor. He looked up, wondering what happened, though surprisingly enough, Gisben was more shocked someone would ruin the performance by interrupting it than the fact someone had just tried to kill him.

As he felt a few shards of ice imbedded in his side, the assailant had gotten him by accident, as they seemed to have missed and hit a block of ice near him, which had caused shrapnel to go flying and hit him. Gisben tried to stand up despite his injuries from the shrapnel digging into him, hoping he could still watch his ballerina dance upon her stage. Though as he got half way up, he found that he could see his ballerina dancing up and down the platform again, and as she came back down with spins, she saw him.

She had been facing away performing the part of her dance where she soared up the different platforms facing away from Gisben, and the sound of the shot and ice breaking had been muffled by the strange amphitheater nature of the glacier chamber that focused sound into certain locations. Which meant until she came back down instead of being created by the site of her happy master and creator enjoying her performance as he had been so far, she was instead greeted by the sight of him trying to pick himself off the floor so he could enjoy her performance despite the large shards of ice clearly sticking out of his side.

The sight of it filled her with rage, and she turned to see who dared interfere with her master's enjoyment of her performance. See, I saw a few idiot uncouth gangsters wielding pickaxes made out of salvage and guns made from salvage as well. She quickly leaped from where she had been performing and went to her master, quickly removing the shards of ice from his side and bandaging his wounds with some bandages made from her master's clothes, as she couldn't use her own considering her nature.

Her master began to clap despite the way it shifted the bandages and caused floods to pour into them. "It was a wonderful performance, my dear, simply marvelous." Gisben said this despite the clear pain he was in. The ballerina nodded with a smile full of mirth at his decoration to enjoy ballet no matter what. She carefully laid her master against the pillar and readjusted his bandages to help with her master worsening the damage.

"Thank you, master, but my performance is not over yet. So please continue to watch while staying still, please." The ballerina requested with a happy smile as she leaped, and soon Gisben watched watching as she was among the gangsters that had attacked him, doing a far more deadly performance than what she had been doing before among the pillars of ice. Her Violet tutu had gained a deadly edge to it so that now when she danced and leaped among the gangers, she cut them down.

Some were beheaded; others were cut in half. All that tried to strike her found themselves striking at empty air, as she had already moved on from where they had tried to hit her. She had even turned it into a part of her performance as the flow of blood that shot out from the dead and dying added to her performance as if each and every ganger had given their lives merely to add a red spray that framed her beautifully as she moved among them.

Eventually a few scattered survivors realized that they were no match for her brilliance and tried to flee, but she cut them all down with ease. By the end of her performance of blood, which was of a different sort from her performance of ice, she had corpses laying all over the place, each of them facing certain ways, and when Gisben actually took time to look at them, he noticed they now formed a strange symbol.

Gisben clapped and whistled as his ballerina slowly made her way back to show his appreciation. "Truly, you are brilliant, not only to defeat them so easily with such grace, but you showed such foresight in your performance that you planned their deaths all in advance so that they may be formed into a symbol at the end of your dance. Truly, you are above any expectation I could have ever had." Gisben said he was amazed that he had any part in making such a brilliant creation.

"I'm happy to perform my master, but it is time to head home, sire. You have bleed much and must rest, master." The ballerina said a concerned note in her voice as she picked up her master, and soon she was leaping as she brought her master into the ducts and showed how unnatural she was by bending her knees at inhuman angles to bring her master into the ducts while he was still in her arm. Then she was going down the maze of ducts back to her master's home deep within them.

As she left the bodies of the ganger she left behind, once known as the pickers, who were some of the most feared gangers in the area, as they were the only ones that lived in the glacier chamber and risked frostbite to do it while they began to glow a violet. The symbol she made their corpses into began to pulse and throb, and soon a purple vortex opened up as six Demonettes beings that served Slaanesh jumped out of the vortex and immediately began to run through different corridors going to unleash deabuchary into the underhive.