The next day was slow. Sean finally with his comrades with the sacrifice of his secret. He woke up to an abandoned infirmary and a set of clothes on a seat next to him. A small piece of paper folded in a prop up fold. "Get washed up and dress in this, -Noyah." It read as he smirked. He got up and made his way to the infirmary shower rooms. He pressed the male shower room open and saw nobody in the area. He was glad, as he usually washed in personal quarters to avoid what was obvious.

He relaxed as he stripped down to his underwear. He looked at himself in the mirror and noticed his hair had grown a little out of proportion and he decided to change that. He looked at the new set of clothes and noticed the knife holster was filled with a nice 9 inch blade. He grabbed the blade and hung his hand over the sink. He tested it on himself as he cut and blood ran. He nodded and confirmed it was sharp as he felt the pain in his hand throb until it was nothing.

"Oh the powers of chaos. You take advantage of them for the worst moments." She spoke again as he smirked. "What's wrong? You want me to "embrace" them by using them. Then you wont mind me using them to check if my equipment will get me through the day." He said, knowing that he annoyed her with the light pain he inflicted on himself. He always did it to scare the deamon as he knew it was afraid of death. He slowly moved the blade across his temple as held the blade at and angle to were it glided across his skull. He did this slowly and carefully as he knew it'd annoy her to the point of migraines, which would more effect him than her. He finished up and washed the blade and the hair down the shower drain. "Look good?" He asked the deamon as his back flared up. "Hideous as always" She said as he smirked. "Always a complement from you." He said with a smile.

He did a thorough wash as he felt the grim draw off of him. The color of the water changed all sorts of colors as he had the pleasure of diving into mutant infested sewers, exploding orks, and everything else that lead to the point he was at now. He loved how he finally felt as he grabbed some shampoo from a nearby cabinet for showering materials. He scrubbed his scalp with haste and strength as he was imagining the shampoo could rip away the deamon in his head. He finished a while ago, but stayed there under the warm water as he hummed. He felt like royalty at the moment.


Mealaeth had awakened rather late as she had a dream. In the middle of the night, she had a guilty moment as she opened the book again and observed the contents with a different approach. She was trying to understand it with full content, but each time it felt like too much, she replaced each picture of a male with Sean. Each chapter she read on the subject, from starting notes on the body, to the context used for the positions.

She had a long night as she still didn't know how to relive herself of the feelings that stirred, emotionally and physically. She'd looked at the book again and again, but found nothing on self-relief. She had eventually given up and went to sleep, only to be bombarded with the dreams of her and Sean. When she woke, she was the same as the night before.

She slowly rose from the bed and felt the feeling of regret as there was no man to greet her. She than got dressed, as she figured it was safer now that the orks are behind a wall, she had stripped before the night. She than looked at her gear. Warp staff and pistol.

She had lost count of how many times people thought she was under equip only to realize she had psyker like abilities. A nice portion of eldar had these similar abilities but varied on strength and capacity. She was somewhat lucky to be born with such elements to her name. Her mother, being a craftworld eldar, had taught her the path of seer. She had gone far, but faltered as her abilities couldn't hold the path. She than decided for her to follow her father. He had trained her in the path of command. As an exodite eldar, he had set her on the path of command, but he had told her it wasn't a path but she knew it was either way. Exodite eldar are renown for being reclusive from the other eldars, but her mother and father met in a very crashing and impactful way during a imperial raid. Some called her a forbidden child, but in truth she was accepted overall after the visit to her father and even managed to make her mother proud by joining the council.

She than wondered about Sean's parents. Wondering if his mother was as terrible as she seemed or about his father. He had said nothing about his father to her or his squad. She decided against trying to press him for it. She did her final checks, pressed on her mask and moved through the flaps of her tent.


She was moving towards the infirmary that held Sean. It had been shut down in an effort of his safety. The people guarding it were a mix of kasrikin commandos and Sean's original squad.

As she neared she was denied. "Oi xeno! Nobody's allowed until this one is out!" Shouted a kasrikin as he approached. He was then stopped by Noyah. "She's one of the authorized." She said as a couple others nodded. They than reluctantly let her through. "I thank you." She said as Noyah just sneered. "Don't push it. You captured him for whatever reason and I want to know." She growled as they walked in.

When they did so they were met with a man wearing nothing but a towel walking out of a shower room. "Oh. Hey." He said flatly as the eldar had halted the second she saw him. "SEAN! Put on your clothes damn it!" Shouted a blushing guardswoman as she tried to look away. Mealaeth was too busy admiring his now almost exposed body to every last detail. "Xeno what are yo-" Mealaeth fainted. As she couldn't comprehend what happened.

Sean stood there a little baffled as he was shooed off back into the showers with clothes in hand. After getting forced into the room, he simply slipped on what he needed to look somewhat presentable. The average trousers, boots, and a tank top. As he walked out with the extra clothes in hand, Mealaeth was still recovering on a bed she was put on. Noyah turned to him and put her hands on her hips. "Honestly, why were you naked!?" She yelled as he just put the clothes down on a chair nearby. "I had a shower and I forgot to grab the clothes." He said as Noyah rolled her eyes.

Noyah than decided to question him as they sat down in some roller chairs they found. "So, you were captured by the eldar? They didn't do anything bad did they?" She asked, her eyes already telling him: "Don't lie, or else you can kiss your ammo bag goodbye" He nodded as he took a breath and prepared to be ready to hold her back from any rash reactions.

When Mealaeth woke up, she did not expect to see Sean holding back Noyah from stabbing her in her sleep. "You bitch! You stripped him?!" She yelled as she swung the knife around dangerously. Sean then picked her up and she was now flailing around at her. "It ok Noyah! It was only my shirt!" Yelled Sean as he struggled with the small woman he was hoisting up. "We s-suspected he was one of the corrupt humans among your ranks." She said, regaining composure. "It's still unfair!" She screamed as Sean tilted his head in confusion. "Unfair? How is it unfair?" He asked as the women quieted, Noyah even stopped to comprehend what he said.

He set her down and went to do some extra self care, deodorizing and wrapping his back with bandages so it could be more difficult to spot. The women then coversated quietly about him. "Is he that dense?" Noyah grumbled as Mealaeth shrugged. "He is a strange one." She said as Noyah turned to her. "You two didn't do anything else did you?" She asked as the eldar knew he had only gotten as far as the strip order.

She began to think back on the time he was a POW. He was treated well within the weeks. She had to admire his ability to live off the land. He had caught fish and searched for snow berries. He had even found herbs in order to calm down his headaches. All this during the couple weeks he had with the eldar.

He had even pondered making clothes out of dead roots and wood strips, but decided against it. "He was... creative." She said as Noyah perked an eyebrow. "He is extremely clever when it comes to his survival and almost lived in luxury." She said as she looked down at the floor. "We're all trained, in some extent, of survival. The thing is that survival is more seen as rationing and cycling food, water, and ammo." She said as she frowned. "He said he had many influences of the chaos gods. Could he have used their powers?" She asked as Mealaeth looked at her oddly.

"What do you mean? He never assaulted or suduced anyone for food." She said as Noyah rolled her eyes. "I forget eldar don't have much major experience with the chaos gods." She said as the eldar frowned. "Think; he could have used the power of Tzeench to figure out the type of plants and animals suitable for eating and their benefits. He also could have used the power of Slaneesh to draw certain living things to him." She said, listing off the possibilities.

Mealaeth had to admit, it was concerning. She wondered, if it was true, if he was becoming reliant on the powers he was tormented with.

"Alright! I'm ready." He called out as he walked back from taking care of himself. She saw him in the new armor. It was not like that of normal guardsman, instead it held no numbered symbols that recognized the regiment he was apart of and had a cracked chaos symbol with a sword on fire, splintering into the middle. The helmet he wore was also unmarked as it was close masked and with a visor, completely covering his face. He smiled as he watched the two women admire his new armor.

"Nice huh? Gotta keep the chaos marked obvious, but I think they at least have good taste in doing so." He said with the grin on his face. "I must ask you something in private by the way. Noyah, May you leave? We'll be out in a minute." He said, turning to Noyah she gave a nod and walked away.

"What do you wish to know?" Asked the eldar as she looked at him. He than sighed. "Well I gotta ask why y'all are still alive. Don't get me wrong if you're helping, but normally we'd kill or ignore you." He said as she just frowned and gave grumble. "Your general has agreed with Farseer Taldeer as we had helped your military twice." She said as he tilted his head in confusion. "Twice? You only helped when you kidnapped me didn't you?" He asked as she shook her head. "We had helped at a certain chaos fort. Remember when we first saw eachother?" She asked as his eyes widened.

"That's why the gate fell! You did something to weaken it right? I felt it's energy dispersed the minute it was taking real damage." He said as she nodded. He scratched his head as she then looked down. "But if it wasn't for you, we'd never make it it here would we?" She said as he face heated up slightly. It would have been their ignorance that would have ended them as they would have been killed by that mutant in the sewer.

He just shrugged. "I hated mutants ever since I discovered what they do to humans." He said as he still adjusted his armor. "What do they do?" She asked as he just looked at her. "Remember what I said? Any males are killed and eaten, while females are a gamble of breeding machine or pleasure device. Both end with her death." He said as he hissed the last sentence through his teeth. "I liked a girl once. In my home world. She was kidnapped in the middle of the night and was used for the exact deeds I described." He said as Mealaeth gasped.

"Most mutants are sterile, so they actually have more of a chance of just being a toy than a tool." He said as he looked at the helmet in his hands, viewing himself in the reflection. "That's horrid! Please tell me your forces took care of them!" She said as she couldn't imagine such a fate. He just grimaced. "No, they didn't." He growled as he looked at her. "So I burnt the hive to the fucking ground." The tone in his voice had swapped to frustration to seething anger. Fear shot through her as his eyes showed hate. She felt the fear and the anger. She felt herself gravitate toward his emotions and she stepped forward.

"Not one got out?" She asked as he nodded. Another step and she was practically face to face with the young man. She felt the heat from his face as they were locked in a staring contest, but with passion.

"It's a fate I won't even wish to my worse enemies." He said, turning his head as he realized how close his mind was to heresy. She realized how close she was also and pulled away. "Why do I feel disappointed? What was I expecting? Did I want him to-" she shut her thoughts out as she looked at him. His own thoughts berating him along with the deamon. "That's right. You're mine and will always be mine." She taunted as he closed her out to focus on his own thoughts.

"Suck it up big man. Your never gonna get her. She probably was just going to suduce you for secrets. She won't love you and nobody will. You are alone with this deamon and you must fulfill your duties before you are dragged to hell. Have fun shit-fuck." His thoughts weren't as better. He was about to leave only to be stopped. "I have a question, before we move out." She said as he stopped. "Yes?" He asked as he looked over. "I have this affliction. Every time I... see someone I get weird. Like my body ignites!" She said as he turned a little pale. "Told you." Both his thoughts and deamon said bluntly.

"What is this feeling?" She asked as he hummed. "A specific person?" He asked as she nodded. "That's love. If you feel strange constantly and find comfort with them at the same time. That's love." He said flatly as he now moved out the door. Mealaeth pondered the word. She never expected it to be love. Not by a long shot. What she expected was a sickness or the influences of the dark gods. "Love..." she whispered as if the word was a taboo. She than felt a smile peel across her lips as she whispered to herself with a light, soft tone.

"I love you Sean..."