As a Librarian, he feared the moment of laxity that would see his soul devoured by the things that hungered in the warp. Balthiel growled in frustration. He was twice cursed, destined to succumb to the monster within or the daemon without. He focused on the Death Company, on their anger. He listened to their hearts beating, pounding in their chests, racing to thrust blood around their murderous veins.
