The Women from Hell
or
the story of the 2nd Ath and the Siege of the Second Circle
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Prologue
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Anhedonia, lord and master of the Evancalors, walked the battle line. His ornate, ivory white and purple trimmed power armor was adorned with symbols of fertility and violation, the rune of Slaanesh proudly emblazed on his shoulder guard. Lasbolts and hard rounds flew through the air. Explosions threw earth skywards. He smiled at the pain of his enemies, the pleasure of his followers. He leapt up onto a smoking and destroyed bunker, chuckled at the scene before him and radiated, glowed with pleased contentment.
"My lord!" shouted a voice.
Anhedonia turned and saw Cinxio trotting up to him. His ivory white and purple armor smeared with dirt, blood and other fluids, his phallus shaped bolter smoking. The Aspiring Champion leapt up onto the bunker with easy.
"My love," Anhedonia said, and learned forward kissing each of Cinxio's cheeks. Cinxio returned the affection. The Chaos Marine Lord continued, "Slaanesh's blessing to you. Was there something you needed, my pet?"
"Bless you, my love-lord," Cinxio purred, "The left flank has fallen, the Imperial-dogs are falling back. Where do you want me?"
"Hmmm … oh looky here," Anhedonia looked down, and with great glee said, "a live one!" The huge Chaos Marine Lord leapt down and plucked an Imperial Guardsmen from the ground. Anhedonia held the Imperial off the ground by both wrists in one huge gauntlet.
"Look here, my pet," he said, speaking to Cinxio, "The Imperium has gotten so weak they send their little girls after the likes of us."
The Guardsmen was a women, small and worn-out looking. A dirty, grey-green uniform and black flak vest covered her body, she had no helmet, and blood ran down the back of her skull.
"My love-lord, don't play with it. You don't know where it's been," Cinxio said haughtily.
"Oh poo, Cinxio you never let me have any fun. Well, the Fawners could enjoy her at least." Anhedonia pulled a bulb headed mace from his belt, and daintily twirled the guardswomen round a little. He raised his mace and stuck the base of her spine, shattering the vertebrae and paralyzing her from the waist down.
He casually tossed her aside for his minions to find later.
"You where saying?" Anhedonia asked.
"The plan, love-lord?"
"Ah, yes," Anhedonia looked to his right. A lascannon echoed nearby. He said, "I believe we could find the most pleasure by penetrating their battle lines to the west. Those emplacements have held us up for too long … and you know I hate waiting for my pleasure."
After a moment, when Cinxio didn't answer Anhedonia looked back to his left. He didn't see his champion, not standing at least.
"Why are you lying down?" he asked, then asked, "… why don't you have a head?"
Anhedonia frowned and yanked out for his boltpistol. A lascannon cracked again, very near.
He lowed himself into battle stance and followed the echo with his eyes. Seventy meters away he spotted the gun. He clinched his eyes tightly, irises contracting to focus in on the weapons team.
On the hill's slope two women laid side-by-side, huddled around an Imperial lascannon. Their grey-green battle dress was filthy and ruined, helmets pitted and scarred. The gunner was the younger of the two, pale-faced and blue-eyed. The other was older, harder, with a wide mouth, black eyes and hair. He watched her lip curl with hate.
Why hate so, my love? Anhedonia thought as he raised his right arm and fired his boltpistol. When nothing happened he looked at his arm to saw, as a matter of fact, that he had no arm. The previous shot had removed it just below the shoulder.
He glanced back to the women; he saw the hard-faced one mouthed the word - Fire.
The lascannon blinked and cracked. A bolt of energy the size of a fist punched straight through Anhedonia's chest. In a shower of sparks and perfume haze, the burning bolt exploded the power armor's backmounted powerpack.
Anhedonia staggered and stumbled. With his suit's power gone, he collapsed to his knees, then flopped backwards.
With great enough he lifted his head and glared at the women, he snarled at them, "bitches…"
The lascannon blinked and cracked once again and Anhedonia's head ceased to exist.