The Fallen Astartes nears his destination. The Gentlemen's Boutique of Intriguing Antiques: nominally a shop purveying exactly what it describes to exactly whom is described, and with several locations throughout the hive, though this particular store is placed at a surprisingly low point, such that its only proper business comes from fools, and the very well-guarded. Even so, the owner of the location is quite wealthy himself, even after hiring his own guards to protect the building and ensure it is not broken into by the riff-raff around those parts. Lucius has his reasons to believe that this additional wealth is not fully accounted for by the other stores. He believes it comes from a VIP section of... interesting repute. He acquired this belief from reliable sources. Those sources stopped being reliable shortly afterward; he no longer uses them in his pursuits.

As he enters, he sees nothing of immediate interest. Most of the "antiques" sold there are mere trinkets, rarely of any actual value despite their price tags, and beyond the dark wooden counter the somewhat elderly-looking shopkeeper stands behind, the shop itself is rather bland otherwise, painted a dull off-white and quite cubic in form. Looking around, however, brings to eye a doorway covered in brightly-coloured strings of beads. Not too extravagant an eyecatcher, though the alternating colour scheme between strings - green, blue, purple, red - gives away its true purpose, with an additional guard just to its left. Lucius takes a few moments to wander around the store, window shopping as it were, steadily making his way over to the doorway in question, and ultimately finding himself stopped by the guard after a few glances toward the doorway in his presence.

'VIPs only, sir,' the Astartes is told; in response, he mutters 'I think you'll find I am a VIP,' taking out Jeremiah's liberated wallet, and removing from it his business card, handing it to the guard. The guard looks it over, frowns up at Lucius, and says 'You're not Jeremiah Albrecht.'

'The identification says otherwise. Oh, pardon me, I believe it's in two parts?' The Space Marine picks out the small stone from the wallet and places it in the guard's fingers. Stone is waved over paper, flashing the eight-pointed star that associates the card with the forces of Chaos, and the guard shrugs with apparent acceptance. Returning both items, he asks Lucius to follow on, closing a previously-unseen door behind the two of them and locking it multiple times, plunging the corridor beyond into temporary darkness. Lights flicker on, and the two men walk through both straight and twisted sections of metallic plate for several minutes, unlocking and relocking several doors along the way, the sounds of the city retreating behind them until all is silent save their footsteps. At some point, metal gives way to stone, and it is another few minutes after that that a great deal of noise begins to echo up to them, getting louder as they make their way further onward. The noise finally becomes recognisable as a vague mixture of conversation, physical combat, and what is most likely orgiastic revelry of multiple sorts; shortly after this, they reach a final door, which is subsequently unlocked and opened.

What lies beyond can be aptly described as a combination of a bar scene, strip club, and low-budget colosseum, all carved into the rock that inexplicably lies within. The bar itself is stocked with various bottles of fluids which one can only assume comprise alcohol in some sense, with various high-class figures seated and engaging in many types of banter. At least one conversation couple is exchanging money and a small artifact of some sort between themselves; certainly a more intriguing antique than anything a non-VIP could acquire. To his right, various stages are set up, where dancers perform in varied group sizes around poles, across apparently-modified gymnastic equipment, and sans stage props; beyond these, multiple curtained-off doorways presumably lead to more private facilities, though at least one trio is engaging in quite enthusiastic intercourse not far from the dancing stages. There are needles of some foul yellow liquid involved. It seems quite unhygienic. The colosseum aspect of the VIP section is filled in by various pits left of the entranceway, surrounded by small but loudly-baying crowds who are often spattered, and occasionally drenched, in blood and gore of variable freshness; the fight nearest to the Angel is just visible as it reaches a climax, the loser a man with one forearm replaced with a long curved blade, rusty from use and forcibly bent and shattered, the winner an oversized Ogryn with a horrendously bloated and crawling gut, taking its time to pound its victim into mulch against the floor of the pit.

Overall, it's quite an awful scene to consider. Nothing like as horrifying as what a truly Chaotic gathering could achieve, but even so, most would panic. They'd be thrown into the pits if they showed signs of dissent, and subsequently murdered in the name of Khorne; indeed, at least one of the doorways from what Lucius assumes are other storefronts leads over one of the pits, and an absurdly muscular human crawls out as Lucius watches, nails torn from the climb, and flesh lacerated and bruised from battle.

Lucius is not most people. He has been well-aware of the nature of Chaos even before his untimely trip through the fabric of space-time via Empyrean torture, and has been previously trained to resist shock and horror at just about anything which he might have seen in his time as a Dark Angel. He remains unfased, thanking the guard for his company and sending him on his way back to the legitimate front, and stepping forward into the scenes laid before him, heading first toward the bar and taking a seat without ordering anything. He's not exactly sure why he's here; he assumes that his initial hearsay on the matter was orchestrated by one or more Chaos-aligned entities, though subsequent efforts may have been his own, and can only wonder whether there's a reason it took him nearly ten years before he discovered the existence of this place. Perhaps, he thinks, he may finally start getting his memories back from whence they were spirited away. If he's lucky.