【战锤40k同人作品翻译】Ennui 第二十一章：绝望 Desperate(8)

What choice was I given?
Born in Commorragh.
Raised in Commorragh.
What else could I have been?
I was inducted into the Wych Cults by necessity, not by choice, although I can’t say I was held prisoner there, can I? After all, I willingly pursued the art of killing, rose to prominence, slaughtered my competition, and ascended to the vaunted rank of Succubus via a mound of the dead.
My hair whips around me like a crimson flag in the damp wind of the Hive, and I’m vaguely aware that I ought to be a bit more careful but, honestly, I can’t be bothered. The stealth tech on my jetbike ensures that, so long as I don’t go past basic thrust, I’ll never be detected, even by Asuryani scanners, and I would hear Orks before I saw them, without a doubt.