Confrontation WIP

The revered and sacred halls of the chapel, once scented with sweet offerings of incense now reeked of blood and death.

How could it come to this? An entire order of the Emperor's daughters, overcome by the decadence and the depravity of Slaanesh? The reason was now before her.

The woman who Robin once called a mentor and friend had slowly been corrupting her former Sisters; all of them had been turned into raving lunatics intent only on the pleasures of the flesh.

The stamp of the Inquisitor's armored feet echoed thoughout the desecrated chapel. She locked her cold gaze with that of the demon, it's wiles useless against her iron will. The demoness smiled and licked her lips with her snake-like tongue.

"Come..." she hissed.

Robin drew her sword from her sheath, the gems embedded on the hilt catching the torchlight. The runes carved into the blade began to glow fiercely and the sword was suddenly wreathed in flame.

"You shall defile this place no longer, demon."

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This is a pic of Sister-Inquisitor Robin facing off against the former Canoness of her Order, who was seduced by Slaanesh.

I still have some detail I want to add to it, so it's a work in progress for now. And I will color this at some point.

Sister-Inquisitor Robin Remington ©
Inquisitor and Warhammer 40,000 © Games Workshop