Hello, readers, and welcome to Sorority, my long-time on-and-off pet project. If you're new to this fanfic, I shall inform you now that this is different from what was originally posted here nearly three years ago. Hopefully, for any who have already read this story, and for the individuals who have been so kind as to put this in their favorites list and added to their following stories, these new versions of the original introduction and first ten chapters will be better written.
So, whether this is your first or your thousandth time reading this, sit back, relax, and enjoy the fanfic!
Sorority
The 41st millennium. An era of eternal war. Across the galaxy stretched the Imperium of Man, beset from all sides by foul Xenos and nightmarish creatures of the Warp. In the face of such opposition, and the iron-fisted tyranny of the empire's regime, it is no surprise that many citizens committed the ultimate heresy of defecting to the Imperium's equally numerous enemies, submitting their souls to damnation in the faintest hope of relief. While most of these traitors were driven by desperation, or paid heed to the oratory of a demagogue, a rare few were actually raised amongst Mankind's foes, fighting their fellow humans in the name of their masters.
Such was the case of the Sorority of Violence, a fierce, bloodthirsty cult of warrior-women who paid homage to Khorne, god of rage, war, bloodshed, and hatred. Few knew of them, but those individuals who survived their encounter all told of screaming lunatics with yellow, hate-filled eyes, filed teeth bared into snarling grimaces, and the coppery scent of their filthy hair, soaked in the blood of the slain. Even fewer would be willing to say that a small number of those lunatics could qualify as somewhat attractive, if it were not for those barbaric practices and the scars many earned in battle or inflicted upon themselves, yet to try and use that against them would be a grave folly, for the Sorority of Violence was concerned only with killing in Khorne's name and surviving long enough to do so.
This vicious pack of human she-wolves planted itself like a festering wound in the Phlegyas Sector, a region of Imperial space largely untouched by any major conflict, yet under the societies of many planets lay networks and conspiracies of those corrupted by the Dark Gods, and the Sisterhood would occasionally offer themselves to those hidden factions as mercenaries and assassins, or even as terrorists and revolutionaries, in exchange for movement across the sector. Their "business partners" were rarely disappointed, for the Sorority never gave any quarter in battle and expected none, only keeping a few of their victims alive just long enough to father new Sisters against their will when needed. Some compared their ferocity and lust for battle to the old World Eaters Traitor Legion, but they were no Astartes, for the Sorority was too small to fight epic battles like those men of legend, did not have the advantage of the many genetic and daemonic enhancements a Chaos Space Marine enjoyed, and their tactical doctrine could be considered little more than banditry. All they relied on was their martial skill, the fear they spread, and raw determination to kill, maim, and burn.
But for all of this talk of terror and murder, they were still a single cult of two thousand members in a galaxy populated by trillions of people. It is here, however, where their story is told. Here, you will find the bloody mark they made in the Dark Millennium. This is the tale of the Sorority of Violence, the Queens of War, the Daughters of Khorne, and the Angels of the Blood God.
