The head

Gisben found himself wondering the vents as usual though hunched even deeper than normal, causing his hunch to become more pronounced. Gisben, for the first time in his life, found himself in depression, which was strange as most people in the underhive were too busy struggling not to die and gather resources to have the time for such things.

He found the usual dark and rusted vents even more dark than usual, and somehow the rusted and collapsing lower levels felt even more drab now that he had seen true beauty. It was if seeing something besides his usual ugly world had taught Gisben just how ugly his own world and existence truly were.

The voice in his head was not liking the rather dark and depressing thoughts bouncing around in Gisben's head as he shared the head with Gisben, and as a being linked to pleasure, he did not like such things as depression unless he was causing it in someone else. So he tried his best to try and cheer Gisben up and try and direct him to his first steps down the path of depravity.

Sadily for both of them, it wasn't working as Gisben did not want mere pleasure derived from the ecstasy found in ****, which was the voice currently offered, as that was the best option they had access to at the moment. No, Gisben did not want a pretend world of pretty colors brought on by inhaling a powder; he wanted the true beauty found in the ballet he had seen.

Gisben, hoping to find something that came close to the beauty and grace of the ballerina, began to watch female gangsters fellowing the different ones through his vents and watching them as they battled. It wasn't the same; the gangster girls in the underhive did not have a moment of grace instead moving like a bunch of drunk boars as they laid into their enemies with chainswords or a poisoned blade.

Though eventually one of the female gangsters he was following died. Her specific group of thugs, founding themselves outnumbered and outmanoeuvred, gave a could account themselves though the female ganger he had been watching still couldn't pull off one graceful move with her weapon right up until she died.

To be honest, it almost felt like she was doing it to spite him despite having never known he was there. She died by a chainsword to the neck; her head sent flying with her beautiful blonde locks catching the light as her head flew. The gang of ambushers who killed the girl he had been watching took their spoils and walked away.

They also took the bodies of their victims with them. So they can be processed by the corpse guild as there was pay in it and every cent mattered in the under hive. Though they ended up missing the woman's head that Gisben had been keeping track of as they ended up sending a pretty far and lost track of it in a dark section near some salvage.

Though Gisben had been keeping track of her head as there had been a kind of dark beauty in her head flying in the air as her blond hair darkened by the dust prevalent in the underhive flowed in the breeze and her sapphire blue eyes stared at nothing, a final roar of rage on her lips as her head finally hit the ground and rolled into the shadows. It was as if was her final grab performance on stage, honestly.

For whatever reason, he found himself waiting first that the gangers had truly moved on, then making his way down the vents and down the lower platform where the fight had happened. He quickly grabbed the head laying in her own blood in the dhadiws and made his way back into the vents up above the platform. Once he was back into safety, he looked at the head, staring into the blue sapphire eyes, and began to wonder why he did that.

As now he had the head of a ganger and no idea what to do with it. Then, as he thought, the voice in his mind began to whisper in his mind. "Come on, Gisben, this is your chance. You can use this." The voice said it in its usual strange mix of feminine and masculine voice. Gisben wasn't sure what type of chance the head of one female ganger was going to get him.

Then the voice began to whisper again, but this time it was not words; it was plans. Through these plans, Gisben saw the opposite he had before him. "Yes, if I can't see the true ballerina's, I'll have to make my own versions to watch. But first I'll have to start on my first and see if I can do the ballerina justice." Gisben said with excitement at what the voice had shown him and immediately began to take the blond ganger's head and make his way to where he needed to be to find what he needed to make his first ballerina.

The voice meanwhile cackled in happiness at the depression finally being gone from Gisben so such feelings wouldn't bother it anymore, and now the true corruption could begin though. Though the voice did wish Gisben was more into pleasure than the feminine grace of ballerina, it had done more with less before.