[b]Mind Games[/b] [spoiler]PoV is Jacob, he is insane. Forgive me for this coming atrocity.[/spoiler] Jacob walked with a new found pride. The voice quieted the others. It was stronger, but quiet, Oh so nice and quiet. He could think clearly, at least he thought he could. The Voice, it wanted things. People. Why would a voice want people. No, certain people. It was clear on what to bring in secret. He wanted broken people. Scared people. Insane people. People like Jacob. He did as instructed, every crazy, ever broken soul, every desperate and depraved personna. He gave them hope. He promised them things he couldn't do. Or realities that couldn't happen. He knew them as lies but the Voice made them truth. He trusted the voice. The voice stopped the voices, he had to trust the voice. He even him brought him the pretty lady, the psyker. Oh yes the voice would like this one, very pretty. Curved and thin, yes the voice would like her the voice had to like the pretty lady. Even if she was a filth psyker. With the third cycle coming to a close the broken people followed Jacobs instructions. They clamored into the run down factory like a hoard of rats to the nest as they waited for Jacob. Yes Jacob liked this, this power, this authority. He even fashioned him a robe, a crude mockery of the Ecclesiarchy. Yes the voice would like this subtle play of respect. What else would it want? [spoiler]open[/spoiler]