Within these pages I will attempt to transcribe the events that are about to come. The good life that I once had is lost to me now. As a noble I spent so much time indulging in every possible form of hedonistic pleasure I could find. Drugs, sex, being adored and worshipped and sometimes torturing simple people but most of the time was spent drawing the mindless youth of the nobles to do my bidding. There was no cult formed around me or any such thing but it was still exhilarating to have them lick my feet. That good life changed when my home was attacked. I remember little of what happened, all I remember is a figure in black with a black hat and then it felt like my head was going to explode and then I blacked out. I woke up 200 years late onboard the ship Chains of Judgment, a prison barge on a course for the core worlds of the Calixis Sector and its capital Scintilla, where the dungeons of the Tricorn Palace awaited us. I say us because I woke up from stasis along with what appears to be a sniper named Rat and some Tech-Priestess called Beep whom only really talks through a servitor skull she has name Dr. Simple. They are interesting to say the least. From what information we have gathered something fantastically horrible has happened in this ship. The Inquisition have arrived, lead by a man named Crane, to make sure that things are sorted out, there are lesser daemons running around and feral people as well. There is also a Daemonhost bound here which I find to be incredibly interesting.
Other than that we’ve had to fight a couple of feral people and Acolytes. I got most of the information from one Acolyte that survived the combat. Interrogating him was such a sweet blissful thing. Back in my noble days I had nerve induction trines implanted in my fingers which lets me toy with peoples nerves, causing them incredibly pain or ecstasy. I got the information I needed from him and then stabbed him in the head with the trines. His brain fried in extreme ecstasy, his face frozen in a state of deadly pleasure, it sent shivers down my spine.
The general state of the ship sinks in as I sit here writing. It is practically falling apart and it is filthy everywhere thanks to the feral people and the lesser Nurgle daemon that lives in here. There are signs of century old firefights and general chaos as well. Not much else we can do but proceed forward for now but as soon as we are out of here I’ll be going to the nearest planet and back into society because there is no place where corruption is so easy to find and for someone who perhaps want to create some there is nothing like the Imperium of Man. I'm not sure what the exact year is yet though and a lot may have happened in the last 200 years.
Something is coming.