"I want you to give life to my army"

"Riiiiiight what's the other miniature you want me to do?" Cyrus asked as he took the money , and began to open the bag to get ready to work his magic. It would have been a rather dramatic understatement for him to say he was a little wary of the woman who had just left and come back with several hearts and a smile on her face, but as he didn't want to be the next attempted victim, and she was still hot he went on with the magic working, getting ready to give some miniatures life...

"This one" Geera would take one of her favourite "and please, could you use this heart for her?" she asked, pointing to the heart of the guy who had biten her and the daemon princess. She had more questions, but she didnt want to overwhelm him.

"Yeah sure, you know this won't put the souls of the people you killed in their right?" Cyrus checked as he took hold of a heart and began to chant in a language she did not understand, and wave his hand, slowly turning it into mass of red light and grasping shadowy tendrils which proceeded to enter the miniature.

"I know" Geera smirked "but why not use the best of the bunch for the best of them? What will be their personality and such? Will they need food or water?"

"Honestly it's a bit of a crap shoot, and no they won't..." Cyrus explained as he moved on "Now if these were war hammer fantasy figures I could tell you they'd be strong and brave..." He joked teasing her a little bit, with the minor fantasy/40k rivalry

Geera laughs "Slaanesh brave? I woudnt think them as brave and strong first for my girls, and I could use them in fantasy too" she winks "

Cyrus nodded, and  went ahead and finished enchanting the models, most of whom were stabbing the plastic sack that used to hold the hearts, and giving cries out to Khorne of all things  by the time he finished.

"crap...They are slaaneshi, not khornates.."Geera sighed, looking at the miniatures "luckly not all went berserk" she smiled at the ones that didnt go all blood for the blood god

The prince seemed to be praising nurgle, and another Tzeentch... seems they were all having a bit of an identity crisis "Maybe you should spread the good word to them." Cyrus suggested half joking.

"Hey! you should all be praising slaanesh, damn it" Geera said to the miniatures, not happy of the results

"Well I suppose they were created in a blood ritual so the khorne ones make a little sense..." Cyrus remarked thoughtfully as The khornates  began shouting insults and ran over to stab her with their plastic claws.

"That means we should have used something else?" Geera frowned, lifting her hand to be away from their small claws

"There's no other ritual I know we could have used..." Cyrus admitted as one jumped off the table and caught a few strands of her hair in its claws, it began to climb up while vowing to to take her skull for the skull throne.

"Hey!" Geera grabs it with a growl, eyes burning in flames as she looked at it and all the rest "what do you all think you are doing?"

It looked up at her, it's adorable slaaneshi eyes no doubt melting her cold heart "Th... The skullthrone... it needs skulls..."

"why worry about the throne of someone else when you can enjoy yourself instead?" Geera whhispers to it, in as much of a slaanesh tone as she can "enjoying any desire that you want"

"Miss if you are going to try and seduce your miniatures please  take it outside so to speak..."  Cyrus requested after watching the baffling display.

"oh, uh, yeah, thanks for the spell" Geera answered, now thinking in how hard it would be to transport those now alive seven miniatures

Cyrus on the other hand was thinking about his brand new seven grand courtesy of her and her parents.

"okay..we will talk later.." Geera told the miniatures, carefully placing them in the backpack, holding the princess and the one that had assaulted her in her hands, before tuning arround and exiting the shop

(end?) XD

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