Well this took considerably longer than I intended but here we are finally, enjoy!


She soared angrily, a firestorm, through the cold void of space. Today more than ever before she was living up to her name. Beside her strode her brothers and sisters, all crying out for one thing. Vengeance. The tainted spirits of her foes were before her, some fighting, some fleeing. She cared not, she would end them for what they had done. One tainted spirit came before her starboard, attempting to broadside. She tore it to pieces with lance batteries. This was not her quarry. Her prey was once a standard Imperial Navy cruiser before being defiled and twisted by the Warp. She almost pitied the poor machine-spirit, but such feelings were quickly dispelled as she saw the massive banner upon the vessels hull proclaiming glory to Slaanesh. Normally such a vessel would not even warrant the attention of a Glorianis-class Battle Barge such as herself, but the Slaaneshi whore that was captain of this particular starship had foolishly mocked and slandered the name of her master over the the communication channels for both Chaos and Dragonguard forces to hear. The whore would suffer dearly for it. In her rage she sent out a lance beam and severed that insulting banner from the hull of her prey. The lights that inhabited her confines yelled in alarm as she assumed control of the lance batteries before launching a volley of void torpedoes, spearing the her foes engines. She savoured the broken cruisers pain as it was now at her mercy. Her brother Strike Cruiser Pride of Jorrvaskr moved to cover her flank. Today more than ever before she lived up to her name. She was the Aetherial Vengeance flagship and mobile headquarters of the Dragonguard Astartes Legion.

For now she would allow her foe to languish. She would have her way with the tainted spirit later. She turned her attention to the cold light that burned more fiercly than the rest within her mighty confines. For now she was content to watch the Slaaneshi whore be punished by Serana Volkihar.


As for the Daughter of Coldharbour herself, Serana Volkihar once again checked the condition of her modified Hellrifle lasgun. Her agitation becoming palpable as the unit of Dawnguard marines shuffled uncomfortably within the cramped conditions of the Caestus Assault Ram. Captain Agmaer coughed behind her. Serana whipped around and cursed as her nerves got the better of her.

"Damn it Agmaer," she hissed. Normally she was quite warm as far as the undead were concerned but since His death over a week ago... Right now all the vampire wanted to do was rip out that Slaaneshi whore's throat for her insolence when in truth Serana had a far more diabolical fate awaiting her mortal prey. A whole week, provided such things still existed in a system gripped as it was in the middle of a warpstorm.

"We're going to make the whore pay." His words calmed her only a little as Agmaer checked his modified rune bolter. Modifications, modifications everywhere as the Dragonguard were often cut off from standard supply lines being as they usually fought beyond the Imperial frontier, deep within the Halo Zone. This led to the Dragonguard becoming as self reliant as possible, which included but was not limited to extensive wargear modifications throughout the legion. In truth Serana was happy with how Agmaer progressed within Dawnguard which now served as a dedicated anti-daemon force for the Mundusian Empire.

Serana brought her attention to the fittings of her own power armour. She was not a space marine although her rather form fitting suit provided her comparable protection to astartes grade armour alongside her preternatural speed and agility. Hjalti had invited her along when he arrived at the newly rebuilt Castle Volkihar, which had since become a maximum security prison for the very worst scum due to the Treaty of Night that secured peace between vampires and mortals. Across her back was the Volkihar Blade once wielded by her father and all the more potent in her hands since Hjalti had helped her to unlock new heights in vampiric blood magic. Twin hellpistols strapped to her thighs along with a pair of daedric daggers gave her an edge in close quarters combat such as a boarding action. By her lower back was her trusty elven dagger which had since been enchanted to soul trap and to drain the life of her foes. Its location on her body concealed by her black ballistic fibre weave cloak made it easy to conceal and served as an excellent weapon to fall back on. Her hellrifle was meant as a precision weapon with its lethal accuracy and advanced targeting scope. Though she could not compete with the likes of Aela, Angi or Faelon she could put a las bolt through the neck joint of a space marine's power armour at fifty yards. In fact, over the past week Serana had on more than one occasion done just that.

It had not taken the Dragonguard long to figure out who had led them into the trap in the Eternity's Gate system. Only the warmaster Horus Lupercarl could pull off such a feat as to decieve their beloved Dragonborn, just as he had decieved Leman Russ into attacking Prospero. Hjalti had stayed to cover the Dragonguard retreat as hordes of daemons, cultists and Chaos space marines attacked. Serana felt nothing but pity for the mad and twisted astartes they had encountered. During the initial fighting they had recognised the markings and heraldry of marines that had either been declared killed or missing in action from all twenty of the Imperium's legions. She was torn from her brooding from the new leader of the Dragonguard.

+"Serana, its Lydia here are you ready to launch?"+

"Ready." Few had objected Lydia's command who Hjati had obviously groomed for leadership since Delphine's death in the war against the Thalmor and Esbern's later on from old age. Aela had argued against Lydia but her opinion was short lived as she could not name another suitable candidate. Frea on the other hand rivalled Lydia in authority as she was High Dragon Priestess who fulfilled the dual role of both chaplain and librarian in the Dragonguard. Serana had remained silent on her opinion, all she cared about was avenging Hjalti.

The thrusters kicked in and the caestus assault ram began the journey towards the crippled enemy cruiser. Agmaer began to go through the plan. Serana would be second out of the craft following a dunmer marine with a flamer. They would breach a section of corridor near the prow of the enemy vessel, clear all hostiles in the vicinity and slowly make their way towards the bridge and the Slaaneshi whore, killing anything that got in their way. There were ten marines and Serana. The whore didn't stand a chance. All the Chaos marines were slain on Eternity's Gate and as the warp storm was abating fast, so too were the daemons losing their grip on reality. All that stood in their way were cultists, mutant and slaves. This was almost too easy.


"For the Dragonborn!" Ten voices cried in unison, one only loosed a wordless snarl from her lips.

The dunmer rushed forward bringing his flamer to bear. Serana was greeted by the howls of the burning and the stench of the burned. She raised her hellrifle and put a las bolt through a cultist who had managed to draw his shotgun. He collapsed, the intense heat of the shot causing the moisture of his flesh to evaporate instantly, blisters to form and the wound to cauterise. Contrary to common belief, las weapons left horrific wounds rivaling even bolt weapons.

She looked up and down the narrow corridor they had so dynamicly entered. They would have to move quickly if they wanted to avoid being surrounded. Agmaer began issuing orders, Serana did not listen as she sprinted headlong towards the bridge. She drew her hellpistols. Every inch of the corridor was plastered with obscene runes in Daemonicum Chaotica the foul language of chaos, not meant for mortal eyes but Serana was not mortal. The abhorrent symbols retreated as her baleful gaze went across them, they had every reason to fear her, the Slaaneshi whore had every reason to fear her.

She rounded a corner and straight into a group of six cultists carry an assortment of bladed weaponry designed to inflict both pleasure and pain, they were quick to react but Serana was quicker. She raised her pistols and unleashed a las storm into the first two cultists and gave them a more painless death than they deserved. In a effortless motion she holstered her pistols and drew her daedric daggers. The third cultist broke his blade as the vampire easily blocked strike and shortly found the wickedly curved blade of Serana's dagger in his throat. The fourth nearly dropped his weapon as he gasped at Serana's speed, his head was severed entirely as the vampire brought both her daggers across the cultists neck. At that, the fifth turned and ran followed closely by the sixth. Their speed was laughable as Serana covered the distance in a single leap and embedded her blades in the fifth's back. The sixth faced her with a visage of pure terror, which she promptly obliterated with an ice spike.

Serana unsheathed her blades from the cultists back and set off along the corridor. The Dawnguard would catch up later.


The journey that led to the bulkhead to the bridge had been uneventful other than the group of hapless cultists she had butchered earlier and now Serana knew why. A literal army had fortified the area at the end of the corridor, setting up heavy weapons and she even spotted a few cluster mines. Dangerous to use those on a ship with so many gas and power lines within the walls and floor. She looked down the sights of her hellrifle and sent a las bolt into the nearest cluster mine.

Someone may as well have set off a demolisher shell whilst Serana herself was quite safe being on the far end of the corridor. Even in her rather enraged mood the vampire had to admit the noise was incredible and the results even more so. Whilst the entrance to the bridge remained intact, the area surrounding it was a blackened and broken mess with flames clinging to almost every surface. Her foes little more than charred outlines and ashes along the walls and floor. That ought make it easier for Agmaer.

The door opened to allow a large group of cultists out before closing again. Perfect! The Slaaneshi whore had just divided her forces. More cultists came in through various side passages and began opening fire in her general direction with autoguns and shotguns, without realising she had just entered a ventilation shaft that would lead straight to the bridge. The shaft was too small for an astartes and was filled with some kind of hallucinogenic gas. The whore probably thought she was being clever in defending her inner sanctum but there very few indeed outside of Mundus that knew what pureblood vampires were capable of including, though most certainly not limited to, being immune to such poisons.

After a few minuets of crawling she found the Daughter of Colharbour found herself at a grate through which she had a bird's eye view over the bridge. She sighted her prey lounging on a a padded velvet command throne facing the doorway and adorned with the flayed skin of sacrifices, tools of the torture, implements of pleasure, vials of intoxicants. A monument to the depravity of Slaanesh. The whore was a physically striking figure who bore her flesh sensualy and unashamed of letting it show. A duo of grovelling plaesure slaves mewled at her feet, their eyes showing a barely controlled lust whilst a guard stood by her side with similar feeling for his mistress painfully obvious on his face.

Serana was not fooled. Her own powers of seduction far exceeded that of her prey, though Serana would never lower herself to use her powers for such base purposes. She examined the whore more closely and smiled, despite the outward appearance of being smug in the illusion of an easy victory the whore's hands screamed otherwise. One hand gripped the hilt of an elegant power sword fiercely while the other cradled a rather garish looking bolt pistol close to a rather exposed chest. Unfortunately for the whore she had no armour only the obscene garb of devotee of Slaanesh, leaving little to the imagination and provided absolutely no protection. Serana felt her mouth water. Mother was not here to remind Serana not that she should not play with her food.

Serana removed the grate silently and took stock of her surroundings. The bridge was built almost like a temple, lots of colums and pillars to hide behind, plenty of cover and shadows to strike from. Some way across from the throne a communications officer stood at his post, no doubt to call the guards back inside should enemies infiltrate the bridge. Serana suppressed a giggle at the perfect angle as charged a chain lightning spell. The poor communication officer was sent flying as the bolt struck his cogitator and rebounded onto him, sending his smoking corpse directly into the whore's pleasure slaves.

The whore leaped from her throne with a startled shriek and unloaded her bolt pistol's magazine into the communications officer's remains leaving nothing but gory smear at the foot of her throne. A slave rushed to the door control panel. Serana destroyed the console with an icy spear, impaling the slave as he reached for the panel. There was no escape. Serana hopped down behind the nearest pillar, her cloak billowing out behind her and let loose her most blood-chilling laugh. The franticly tried to load another clip into her bolt pistol and in her panic she dropped her weapon. Her guard took note of his mistress' weakness and raised his laspistol and advanced upon the whore, intent on violating her then usurping her place. He gunned down the remaining slave as the wretch rushed to defend the whore. The whore backed fearfully to the throne, the traitor guard seemingly having forgotten about the intruder until the Volkihar Blade was protruding from his chest.

"Now, now that is no way to treat you better," Serana spoke in a sarcastically chastising tone, as if the guard was little more than a child, which compared with Serana he was, "though I suppose she deserves it."

The guard collapsed and Serana savoured the man's life energies being added to her own, she allowed her cloak to drop to the floor exposing her form. The ebony-ceramite plates of her power armour were nowhere near as bulky as the astartes grade equipment nor did they interface directly with her nervous system, nor did she have any of Hjalti's blood coursing through her veins, as much as part of her craved it. The armour plates covered only the most vital areas of her body, Serana did however tell Hjalti to have the armour leave part of her chest exposed in order to keep with the aesthetic of her kind. He never complained.

Serana felt a sudden sharp stinging sensation in her arm. She hadn't bothered to dodge the shot as the whore had used a needle pistol. She casually plucked the projectile from her arm and tossed it aside.

"You should have realised that I'm immune to such weapons when I got in through the vent!" The vampire snarled at her weak and pathetic prey. The Slaaneshi whore drew her power sword. Serana rapped her opponents knuckles with the flat of her own blade. The whore yelped like a wounded puppy and dropped her weapon. Serana thrust out her left arm held the whore in a vampiric grip suspending her in the air and draining her life force. She would suffer. She would die. She would...

Mercy.

Serana released her spell, feeling sick to the core at what she was about to do. What would Hjati say? They had killed the followers of Chaos in the millions because they had to, never for sadistic pleasure. Her victim fell to her knees weeping in fear as her pale green eyes locked with Serana's amber glow. Serana decided what she would do with her.

"Stand," Serana sighed weakly. Her thrall obeyed her command and stood. She would be given a chance of redemption, the taint would be purged from her body. Serana wrapped her arms around her in embrace and her fangs met their mark.

Serana removed her collar and placed it on her fledgling's neck. Hopefully that would help protect her from the Dragonguard's wrath.

The door disitegrated and Agmaer stepped through covered in blood and brandishing holding a meltagun. She was going to get such an earful.

Serana returned her gaze to the convulsing form at her feet. The woman gripped in the throes of Sanguinare Vampirius.


I your wondering about Serana's hellrifle its basically a lasgun mixed with a DMR (like off Halo). Also would like to know about Serana's deciscion(Her plans for her new pet shall be revealed later on). Also would like some advice on DB's meeting with Citadel Council next chapter.