Geshtinanna

Welcome to the page of the most fucked up thing /tg/ has created. And by mere chance I might add. When a certain Inquisitor made a thread for creating a daemon, it kinda went out of hand quickly. The numbers of the last post was 16688666. 66, 88, 666. The last one need no explanation but the two doubles were the numbers of Khorne and Slaanesh. The ensuing mayhem was nothing short of hilarious but thanks to the efforts of a few, Geshtinanna in all her unholy glory was made. Pray for a quick and easy death when facing Geshtinanna.

What is Geshtinanna?

Geshtinanna is a Daemon-Princess of Chaos Undivided. She gains power and uses abilities from all the Chaos Gods. Her power is almost unrivaled in this material realm. Geshtinanna, Lady of Desolace, Recorder of Hell, the Faceless Horror, Princess of Destruction, Bringer of Nothingness, Faceless Princess of Chaos Undivided. Her titles a many say the least. Her herald's name is Israel, and he is not one to mess with. Those who wish ill of Israel shall quickly realize the wrath of Geshtinanna.

The Creation of Israel

"What are you!" cried the Guardsman before being wiped from existence. A small cloud of crimson was all that remained of him. At that same moment another guardsman's eyes boiled. Then one clawed at his own throat out and the one next to him simply shot himself in the head. The whole squad was either wiped clean from existence or had killed themselves out of madness except one, one very unlucky man. This man was smart though. He had his eyes shut, tighter than he had ever kept them. The daemon-host slowly moved towards him until it was looming over the man, looming over him like the impending doom that was surely to come. She, or he, no it was more appropriate, was allowing him to live. Geshtinanna whispered to him, breaking into his mind like a battering ram, "Open your eyes pretty little thing." The guardsman shook his head. He could not even comprehend doing that. He knew he would be reduced to nothing the moment he opened his eyes. He spoke back in his mind, either out of defiance or in the vain hope of receiving mercy, "Tell me, what, what are you called."

The daemon played with the thought in her head for a moment, then replied, "Uttering my real name would kill you in your current shape. Little thing. Now answer my question, what is your name." The guardsman didn't know what to say. This was a sick game he knew it. But he answered the daemon for he feared what it might do if he didn't reply quickly, "Tammuz, Tammuz Israel."

"I hate that word, Israel." The guardsman curled up, crying now. "Why do you lament Tammuz?" The guardsman replied, "Because your going to kill me right? That's what you did to my friends." If the daemon possessed lips it would smile, "I have much, much greater plans for you, pretty, little, thing."

Geshtinanna slowly moved her finger with delight towards Tammuz. Tammuz, was helplessly trapped between death or worse. Fear gripped him, and he just laid there while the daemon moved towards him. Then Geshtinanna spoke to him again, "I'll make a deal with you, either I kill you now, or I make you mine." He didn't know what to say, or what the hell she meant by, "make you mine." He replied to her, "Make me yours, I just, I just want to live." Geshtinanna touched the poor soul's forehead, starting the process.

At first there was nothing. Tammuz heard only his own heartbeat, racing like a warhorse's. Tammuz was then lifted up, two feet from the ground. He wasn't able to move a muscle. Erupting around him from nowhere was purple, turquoise, and black flames. The flames burned him with the heat of ten suns, but his flesh remained by the will of the daemon. The blistering pain he felt all over his body was nothing to what came next. In the tongues of nine hundred ninety nine thousand different languages countless people cried for death's release in his mind. The voices drove him mad, then sane, then mad again. Now, few know this tale, fewer still understand why Geshtinanna does this, but none know why what happened next transpired.

He didn't break. Unlike all others, he held on to life. His will, shouldn't have, couldn't have, been strong enough. But strangely it was, and that is why Geshtinanna decided to spare him. She spoke to him as his mind settled with what just happened, "This, this is interesting, my, pretty little thing." Tammuz took a moment to respond, still rocked with the pain and mind warping, "What, what are you going to do with me." She changed her form to something more, accommodating. A simple form of a human female, though her face was still, nothingness. "You can look upon me without fear now, you've passed my test. Now, I have plans that need, your assistance. There some pesky people on a little planet that need, a warning."And thus the Herald of Geshtinanna, the Faceless Princess of Destruction, was made. Israel the Unyielding. Wherever he went, he told the people of coming doom. To end themselves now, before she arrived. He has been captured by the Inquisition and Alpha Legion several times, but each time she came for him. Leaving none alive.

Woe unto who that attempts to capture Israel.

Inquisitorial Reports on Geshtinanna

File 1

Inquisitorial records from the archives of [REDACTED]

The subject is a captain of the commercial freighter [REDACTED]

[REDACTED] - So how did you come to pass to...even survive the incident of [REDACTED]?

Augustii - I...was just on a regular...Emperor be praised...cargo shipping mission between the inner planets, when I just saw it.

[REDACTED] - "It"?

Augustii - Aye...It. It was like it was in my head, my helmsmen also claimed to have seen it, that was...when things started to go bad. Not long after, we picked up vox from the planet below, disturbing vox, least to say. Emperor...

[REDACTED] - Yes...we know of this phenomenan...but do please continue.

Augustii - I ordered the helmsmen to lay in a course away from the planet. By a fluke, I guess. We managed to slip by the Imperial Naval ships that lay in orbit. I wish we didn't slip by at all. It would have been better.

[REDECTED] - Yes...so I could gather from the reports, but do please go on.

Augustii - *sobbing sounds are heard* By the Throne. It didn't take long before, I guess one of the mentally weaker bondsmen broke. We never knew it before we entered the Warp. By the Emperor...we should never have done it. The heretic started to claim that all is lost and the Emperor was doomed, now that the lost daemon lord returned. I quickly killed him, but it was too late. He had already sabotaged the Geller field generator. They...were everywhere. I gathered what men I still had, and managed to hold of the gibbering monstrosities, all muttering "Geshtinanna"...to allow the surviving enginseer to repair the generator. When we dropped out...we were right back at [REDACTED] and picked up by the Imperial Navy.

[REDACTED] - Thank you. Don't worry, I think I will find you clean of taint.

Augustii - I am? Thank you lord!

• A door opening is heard*

Augustii - What?! But you said...

[REDACTED] - Yes, that is why you will get a quick death.

• Gunshot is heard*

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File 2

Inquisitorial records from the archives of [REDACTED]

Subject is a surviving member of the 81th PDF Infantry Regiment of [REDACTED] which was sent in to contain the chaos.

[REDECTED] - I assume you know why you are here?

• whimpering noises*

[SUBJECT] - Ye...yes...I've seen something that should not be seen, nor exist...QUIET!

[REDACTED] - I see...care to continue?

[SUBJECT] - Well...me and me men were to hold a cordon around Hive Spire Tertius of [REDACTED]. There were reports of GLORIOUS POWER.

[REDACTED] - ...well...

[SUBJECT] - I'm sorry, NO I AM NOT, BOW AND CRINGE FOR THE LADY!

[REDACTED] - The "Lady", are not here. If you presume that I will be cowered by a mear warpshadow of...it, you are gravely mistaken.

[SUBJECT] - AH! THE LADY WILL aaaahhhhh......*strained* I...I think I can hold it off...Emperor's Light! What has happened to me, Emperor's Light save me!

[REDACTED] - Sadly. No. You will not be saved. You will infact live on. For study.

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