Mistress of Spite
The Mistress of Spite is a Daemon Prince of Slaanesh active on the world of Contrition.[1]
History
Her body is swollen with great rolls of fat, far greater than any humanoid form should contain. Huge clumps of blubber hang loosely from her limbs and even her thick, bloated legs cannot support her impossible weight. She languidly reclines on a great chariot pulled by six packs of six Steeds of Slaanesh. Her face is a curious mix of androgynous features and still inspires lustful thoughts in all who behold her, much to their disgust. Three sets of curved horns sprout from her head and a third arm grows from her shoulders, ending in a vast, pincer-like claw. Across each of her forearms is a long slit, slick with moisture and hiding a long, extendable spur of polished bone. Particularly beloved foes are impaled on these spurs, gazing longingly into the Mistress’ eyes as they die shuddering and moaning in ecstatic pain.[1]
The inhabitants of the Great City of Contrition whisper that the Mistress was once the mortal consort of N’Kari, first and greatest of Slaanesh’s Keeper of Secrets, and that she grew into her new form as she laboured to Daemonhood, performing acts of gastronomical heights that emptied entire worlds. No sooner had the daemonic birth scream of her Ascension faded into Warp-ripples then N’Kari tired of her and discarded her for another plaything. Heartbroken, her pain crystallised to fill the void within her and she swore to share this pain with every other living creature, first in the Screaming Vortex and then the rest of the galaxy. Now she dwells on Contrition, her whole existence bent toward inflicting her loss on others. Spreading suffering has become her own desire and these grow with each expiring scream she hears, driving her to replicate that one perfect moment of agony when N’Kari cast her aside.[1]
She is particularly drawn to the emotional pain of heartbreak and betrayal, and has become a master of the social warfare that rules Contrition. Every Daemon on the world both hates and adores her, willing to do anything to please her so that they do not become the next victim of her attention. She, in turn, is all too willing to use this devotion to further her own ends, propelling these sycophants into acts of greater and greater depravity and feeding off the sensations they supply. Her desires now consume her, guiding her to snuff out millions of lives, both Daemon and mortal, in her pursuits. She stages elaborate carnivals, feasts, and rituals involving countless participants. As the sensations of these events build to colossal levels, she drinks them in, consuming all. Gorging herself on the pain and pleasure, the joy and despair, the consumed emotions transfigure into new excesses of flesh rolling on her recumbent form.[1]
At first the Mistress of Spite did all this so that N’Kari would notice her again and take her, once more, as his consort. When she realised that would never happen she began to plot his downfall hoping that if she could amass enough power she could cast him down and replace him, but even that has become a secondary concern now. At present, the Mistress is so enraptured with her power that everything she does, every life she snuffs out, every dream she shatters and every tear shed in her name serves only her private desires. She no longer cares about revenge or the thoughts of others; instead she only cares for her fulfillment, destroying lives and turning legions of Daemons against one another for no reason other than her gratification.[1]
See also
Sources
- 1: Black Crusade: The Tome of Excess, pgs. 79–80
