Like a black star he neared the Seagal's palace, his muscles tense, his blade erect in his hand. But nothing could prepare him for what he saw when he entered the cursed place, Seagals beauty was godlike, shining like a gem in the darkest night, his soft porcelain skin wrapped in silk robes of ultimate grandeur.
"Who are you to come so boldly into my palace." gasped Seagal chrypsofantastically.
"I am Garfield , dark prince of the Eldar and I am smitten by your beauty will you be my battle brother o fair lord." mutilated Garfield silently.
"Yes take me be my conqueror. I hunger for flesh." embraced Steven Seagal whimpsically.
"Noooo he is mine only mine." roared Smurfette who teleported behind them.
But Garfield was prepared and pierced her naked exposed flesh with his long, hard, manly blade.
"Oh creul fate is this the end." whispered Smurfette in her last dying breath.
Silence was all.
And so they were happy together, two lost souls in the veil of the night.
...
But then exterminatus happened and they were both send to warp.
Author's note: This story is based on the Steven Seagal best selling book Way of the Shadow Wolves. Big thanks to Seagal for helping me overcome cancer. Ilove you Seagal you are my idol.
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