Ari Ashi had been to the Voir Grim many times before and he rarely tired of the show. The Tau visitor sat in Lady Hosphel’s box, high above the general murmer of the crowd. The gilded balustrades and sweeping statues that made up the theatre’s decoration seemed as mighty demons sweeping around him. Below, the general audience were in a rare state of calm as the curtain on this grim stage was yet to be raised. Thick crimson and white theatre curtains, the material looped like sagging skin, hung to the floor of the old stage. The chatter of Kabal’s social elite wafted from below. Hosphel rarely came to the show these days. Her attention was else ware. She was not happy to revel in the spoils of victory. Once Cemephon’s human and Tau populations had been rendered and the planet plundered she had moved onto a new scheme and a new plot. He was comfortable bathing in his new life. The life of adopted terror.
Sometimes he tried to think how long it had been since he had stepped from the webway into his new home. He couldn’t tell really. The Dark City’s crimson season was unchanging and the dark light of the sun seemed to wash over the city and it’s grim neighborhoods in an eternal day. He often thought back to the heady days of his first arrival. He had drunk in the anguish of this city and he now knew he would never really leave it.
He glanced at the program. The wafer thin program made of pulped and dried flesh with a sickly brown ‘ink’ described the three acts of the show. It was to be the tale of Le Barbier de Commorragh. The Troope Coupe-Gorge had arrived from the Black Heart’s show halls and along with local favorite The Soubrett, were reviving the show that made their name. He turned his attention back to the crowd below and let his mind wander again.
Once he arrived in the dark city the waves of hatred he felt for his own people had been replaced by a warm simmering loathing. He remembered the throngs of Fire Warriors, their confidence in ruin, broken armor hanging from their bodies, marching in to the maw of the dark pits. The crowds that inspected the newcomers cheered in bloody glee as the throng of soldiers were sheparded to their long doom. There were humans too, by the thousands. At the end the broken corps of the Imperial Guard had been in tatters and the waves of raiders swept over their lines and wrecked them.
Once Anemos had been killed the dynamic and every responsive character of the Tau army on Cemephon had changed. He had assumed full control of the Tau war machine and had ground it into the guns of the Imperial lines. His glee was satisfied through unique logistical games~ always his forte. One of his favorites was shipping the wrong type of ammunition to an advancing column just before they reached the front. Or one that he savored the best was shipping helmets to the front with bloody heads in them. Chaos and depression were rife through the front and the Imperial forces took full advantage. The humans’ enthuseastic embracing of the confusion of the Tau was met with similarly devilish results. Attacking human forces, eager to get to grips with their enemy, found many of the Tau had become suicidal. Dropships, devilfish and even Pathfinders were rigged to explode when the humans got near. Some of the Tau killed themselves out of seer horror at what they had become while others had to be motivated. More and more Kabilite warriors poured into the planet and in chaos and confusion the planet simply turned into a feast of brutality and misery. Pockets of resistance amongst the Tau and the humans left on the planet tried to fight their way out but they were mostly wiped out or captured. When Ari Ahsi left Cemephon he left it as a smoking ruin of charred and bloody stubs. The fallen Etherial had feasted on the pain of his brothers and sisters for weeks. The Tau Empire’s good natured dreams of colonial expansion turned into the bloody bath water of the Kabal’s luxury.
The curtain rose and it pulled his attention back to the now darkening theatre. An expectant hush fell over the crowd. All eyes were on the stage. There was a palpable sence of expectation yet it was suffused with a resignation, so common in the dark city, that this wouldn’t be enough. They had all seen the show a thousand times and while the excitement was here there was also the lingering boredom of repetition in the air. The Soubrette’s massive bloated form stood in the middle of the stage. Her multiple limbs moved about in a graceful way that belied her opera singer’s form. Around her were eight or nine restrained figures. The forms were secured on a slight diagonal racks. Barbed restraints held them in place. Some human, some eldar, Ari noted one was a tau. The quiet lingered in the room and then she began.
The Souberite’s opera was a combination of her voice and the tailored screams from the various members of the ‘orcestra’ before her. Their pain was educed by her augmented and focused song. She would choose her victims based on how her voice and its focused vibrations would affect the various parts of their bodies. She would sing long dead songs and with her voice eviscerate them. She began on a human female, the horrible high tone vibrating through the woman’s brain so as to induce a particular tone of scream, then to the Tau, the creature uttered a low wail, then to another which produced a guttural beat, then back to the human female for the high pitch. The opera had begun and the waves of anguish swept across the audience. By the time the tide washed against the Ari Ashi it had become pure rapture.