Reyhan loved Anastasia.  It was more of a take-a-bullet, always- has-your-back sisterly type love more than any deep emotionally-attached type love, but it was still love.  She did not, however, love her tail or horns or ship or wealth or writ; all those things were influenced by Ruinous Powers at one point or another, and just thinking about it made Reyhan feel sick to her stomach.  Of course, she was no better, having been touched by the Despoiler herself.<br/><br/>She did it partially because of sense of duty to her employer; without Ana, she would probably be bloody spot against a rock somewhere, and the thought of that was no more pleasing that imagining those heretical markings of the captain's.  And, if she went through with the pact, Reyhan knew that she would become so much closer to the Captain, get a spot among the circle of her most trusted advisers, finally have a respectable place and wealth and whatever she wanted.  So, despite some internal struggle, she confronted D'Crux through a haze of Amesec and Obscura, who was all to happy to send another soul Slaanesh's way.  They went through the movements and called forth a daemonett and made the brief transaction of one soul for agility, money, and, ultimately, acceptance in addition to a thing or to the Captain requested herself.<br/><br/>The next day Reyhan vomited for hours on end, physically sick with the thought her bargain.<br/><br/>For years she regretted the decision, and still does, cursing herself for abandoning the God-Emperor for such a petty gain.  The thought of killing herself, while having crossed her mind on several occasions, seemed foolish; there were still opportunities to serve Him, after all, and dying would help no cause of His. Perhaps.<br/><br/>So she sat at the foot of her bed and stared at the door dumbly, silently swearing and regretting countless decisions, calling Anastasia tonight among the worst.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>