The ocean waves crashed against the Cliffside coast as the sun set over the horizon. It was beautiful, a mixture of orange, red, and blue with the silhouettes of two large rocky moons over the horizon. Two guardsmen approached from behind, their Lazrifles raised and prepared to fire at a moment's notice. Behind them were two large Landraiders and a small company of fellow soldiers. However, these men and women milled about in confusion whispering amongst themselves.

"You there! Foul demon!" yelled one of the approaching men. A woman with long white hair looked over her ornately dressed leather shoulders with a look mild apprehension of confusion. She was tall, easily six feet, with lush pink skin and violet eyes. Upon her head were two large demonic horns. The womans hair blew against her body ass he turned back to the sunset, ignoring the pair of approaching guardsmen.

"Is it always this beautiful?" she asked softly.

One of the guardsmen stopped in his tracks, Lasrifle still aimed, his green combat fatigures flapping against this body. His fellow soldier held his gaze on the female Chaos demon as she kept her back turned towards them.

"Why are you! Explain yourself demon of the warp!"

"Hu…" she grunted, turning towards them, "What is this place? It's so quite?"

The pair looked at her. She was dressed in a set of leather thigh boots kept up by a leather garter belt. Upon her chest was an ornate leather and gold laced corset with a golden trimmed top frock. Her arms had a pair of taloned gloves also gold trimmed much like her leather clad panty.

She looked at the two men with curiosity and an unnatural sense of calmness. This both baffled and intrigued the guardsmen who had long since been taught that demons of Warp were sadistic creatures of foul malevolence and nothing more.

"Do you," started one of the men, "even know where you are?"

She stared at him blankly, the wind blowing her long silver hair against her lush body.

"No." she said simply.

The two men looked at each other and shared a sense of unease.

"Do you," continued the previous questioner, "know why we are pointing weapons at you?"

"No." she said simply.

"Are you feeling… alright?" finally asked her questioner.

"I don't know. I…" she stopped to search for the right words, "came here… was sent here… I was split away from something larger than myself to come here. But, I don't know why? I lack context."

The two men eyed one another once again. This time they backed away slightly with their weapons still raised. She continued to stand before them seemingly calm and at ease with no threat of horrific mass murder in her nature.

"We last heard about three days ago. Why have you remained on this Cliffside?"

She looked at them and cocked her head to the side. "I have been here for seven years, always watching along the coast. It is very beautiful. And…" she stopped briefly, "I don't know what else to do. I don't know why I am here and I don't understand what it is that I am suppose to do."

"You are a warp demon. Your kind is SUPPOSE to go on a killing spree when they appear in the Material Universe… why are you so different!?"

She looked at them without a sense of recognition, "I feel no such compulsion to go claim the lives of those around me. I only… I don't know what I should do. Is this normal for my kind?"

The two men looked at her in pure shock. This creature was obviously a lesser demon of the warp, but never in all of mans recorded forty thousand year history had any such demon arrived in the material universe without a preprogrammed sense of destruction. Lesser demons were always shards of the Greater Demons, Demon Lords, and Chaos Gods; always given a purpose, but she had been sent into the real without any of that.

"Do you know why?" asked one of the men. She looked at him blankly.

"No, I do not. I only want to watch the sunset. It is very beautiful. Would you both like to join me?"

She turned abruptly to face the horizon as the sun slowly set over the horizon casting the ocean and sky in darker and darker shades of colors. The two men nodded to one another and approached her with their weapons lowered, flanking her to either side.

Together, the three individuals watched as the sun set and darkness consumed the cliffs. She didn't move, not even an inch, but she did speak, "You intend to kill me don't you? Can you at least tell me why?"

One of the guardsmen felt a knot in his throat as he gripped the Lasrifle firmer in his hands. "Yes, and as to why… I don't have an answer for you. It is obvious that you are not a threat."

"Will I ever see the sunset again?" she asked, innocently.

"As many times as you want."

The guardsman stepped back, placed the Lasrifle against the back of her head, and then he squeezed the trigger.