"march march march in the vile xeno den... merrily merrily merrily cut them all down..." Severath whistled as he made his way through the vast complex. It hurt him deeply that out of dozens, if not hundreds of human slaves he had seen in the last two or three days he felt almost no sympathy for any of them... be they merely a displayed trophy on some wall or walls in the palace or be they living beings that were tortured for fun... Severath regretted being so cold hearted... foe he was indeed no better than his new masters if he merely ignored them... whats worse whenever he heard them beg in gothic he pretended not to know the language but... what was he to do... he was an inquisitorial storm trooper, he was trained to ignore the cries of the civilians so he could focus on his objective. Sighing he wished he could kill them all... both the vile xenos that were his masters and the slaves, most of whom were so mutilated that the kindest thing to do was to send them peacefully to the emperor's side... seeing the happiness in their eyes as he gave them the emperor's peace. He had some real trouble convincing the Eldar to speak to him in gothic so they would point him to whatever locations the wych quarters were located in.
"Ohh stupid mon'keigh..." finally one of them said. "Just fallow the hallway until you see scantily clad warrior women of a race far superior to yours..." well to be fair most their females were scantily clad and dressed inappropriately, being nearly naked... either that or they were wearing full suits of armor and the third option, reserved for the few very rich Eldar women was wearing outlandish and ridiculously flamboyant outfits that would make the richest human noblewoman courtesan blush with embarrassment. Finally entering a large room which was filled to the brim with grizzly trophies and human corpses he realized he was in the right place. The living humans, that is to say slaves, were few compared to the corpses of their kinsmen and Severath distanced himself from them... He was better than them, he was well fed and he was... Emperor look at him... he was heretical enough to think of himself their superior for being a better dog to their xeno overlords... the storm trooper blushed.
"Eske mon'keigh..." one of the Eldar women spoke to another as they eyed him. There was a surprisingly large number of wyches here. Some were barely dressed at all and others wore so much wraithbone on them that they couldnt be recognized as females anymore. Whats worse in their immense vanity they all collectively turned their backs to him... Oh come on! Human women or at least some of them, were vain but this was just beyond belief. Were they jealous at him because he was the archon's favorite or something? Or did they genuinely care for their comrades he had killed. All of them stopped talking and focused on their slaves, with some of them sparing. He approached a wych who was whipping a tied up slave and asked her for the location of Kujica... the wych ignored him and the human begged him for death... well that got him nowhere... Severath shrugged, refusing to feel any empathy for his fellow man. Approaching another group of wychs he saw that they were watching two bone skinny humans dressed in nothing but underpants, their bodies covered in cuts have a knife fight. The humans panted as they were chained to each other and Severath had little doubt that if he wasnt there the xenos would be cheering on. Sighing he asked them politely where Kujica was... no reaction. He was SURE at least one of these bitch's knew gothic.
"Oh well... I guess when you belong to a superior race no inferior xeno's can understand you..." He said out loud, getting a few very clenched fists from a bunch of angry woman and even more frowns as a response.
"Its a pity the archon forbade us to fight you human, for I would rather like to see your guts splattered in the arena, my spear embedded in your bowls... you humiliated us!" he heard a melodic voice come from somewhere and he turned around to face it. "YOU!" The Eldar woman twisted her face as she spat the words, her hair was long and red and was tied into some sort of awkward pony tail. She was a bit more human looking than was usually for an Eldar and with the frown on her face he wagered that the other wych's here were a bit more attractive than her... not that he would say that to her as it would only fuel her rage. Still it was quite evident that she knew him... and not on a rumor base that much was certain. Still he didnt know her and he only gave her a confused look. This only served to further anger her, however, and she charged him, placing her hand just before his neck with unnatural agility as her eyes held immense hatred in them as she raged on. Still, her self restraint was stronger, not wanting to anger the archon by hurting him.
"Do we know each other?" Severath asked, his eyebrow raised as he kept his cool.
"DO WE-! YOU KILLED ME YOU SON OF A WHORE MON'KEIGH GROX FUCKER!" She raged, her breath thankfully pleasant as her spit landed on his face and her hands right in front of his neck. Severath raised his eyebrow further before lowering it. To her surprise and to the surprise of everyone in the room he took her hand gently and kissed it.
"In that case I beg my apology, dear lady. For it was not my intent to kill you, only get out alive and escape the fate worse than death." He said calmly and the xeno girl blushed deeply, her face becoming a tomato. It was hard resisting to grin for Severath for it turns out that feminine vanity knew no racial bounds. Her eyes went wide before she finally gathered herself, jerking her hand free from his own. She blinked once more.
"Of all the things you could say... Iv never thought-" she admitted before cutting herself off to think of a reply. "What? You expect to be forgiven and that I just forget about this?" she asked.
"I-" Severath began but she cut him off, continuing.
"Oh no no no! You see, stupid mon'keigh, the archon may fancy you and succubus Kujica may be too stuck up fucking her own brother to hate you but I, Mor'jana, will NEVER forgive you for killing me! My very soul was in the clutches of she who thirsts for more than 20 hours before C'kreg brought me back! You bastard!" she spat and fumed, slapping him violently. Closing his eyes Severath contemplated and spoke gently.
"But isnt that why you became a wych?" he asked and she blinked, confused. "Didnt you want to become the strongest fighter out there and to fight the strongest opponents..." he took a step towards her, narrowing the already narrow distance. She was surprisingly short for one of her kind. "To fight and kill in order to prove your worth? How did you expect that such a path would end? Eternity is a long time and even an immortal is bound to meet a person stronger than them... what, did you intend to live forever and escape death? The daemon which eats away at your soul is patient and he can wait for millennia, but sooner or later you will die and your soul will belong to him and to be quite honest... it doesnt matter if it is I who gives the finally blow today, or some random asshole a millennia from now..." He told her and the wyches around them gasped, some in surprise and some in anger as they started gossiping amongst each other. Mor'jana blinked, perplexed and if he didnt know better, he would have said she was frightened. She stood there frozen, not knowing how to react. Severath sighed.
"I am no philosopher..." he told her quite honestly. "I am here to talk to Kujica and get my gun back... I know that you want me dead and going to the ground without my gun will certainly decrease my chances of survival but..." he lowered his head respectfully. "That wont change anything... this she who thirsts will still be there... and you most likely wont get to see or experience my death so its not like you will get to gut me in the arena as you so desperately want... " he told her before making a slight pause. "So please... do a kind thing to a human for once in your life time and tell me where your leader is..." he pleaded, taking her slender hand into his own once more. She immediately jerk it out of his grasp.
"Last door on the left..." she said looking away in shame. This angered most of her comrades, some of whom spat on Severath and cursed him. He swung his head... he pitied these women... pretty and deadly they may be but their vanity ate away their souls much faster than any daemon did.. or so it would seem. He left them and entered the left hallway, which was rather long and in the end he was faced with a large door, slightly larger than the front door of his own... house... Approaching the door he noticed a heavy, spicy smell in the air, completely unlike the blood and gore smell that filled the other corridors of the wych part of the complex. Whats worse it was actually pleasant compared to other smells in the palace. Raising his hand to knock on the door he heard noises come from the other side. Now having his eyebrow risen along with his hand Severath knocked, having reserved feelings about this.
"Come in!" a cheerful voice came back in gothic. How did she know it was him? could she smell him from the inside? Oh these xeno's... he would never understand these Eldar. Working his way around the Eldar rune to open the door Severath gasped at the sight that greeted him. The apartment before him was considerably larger than his own and the air was thick with some musky substance which further convinced that the entire complex was filled with drugs and poison. At the far end of the main room stood a doorway which was most elegant and fine crafted, leading into the main bedroom which held a large enough bed to fit 3 Ogryns. On top of it stood a woman, naked and her back turned to him as her red mane fell across the entirety of her back. Kujica... and she was on her knees... fucking someone and Severath didnt need a guess to figure out whom. Despite his training he blushed... deeply... his witness of countless horrors so far was getting rather... monotone... sure he had managed to ignore the pleas and begs of his fellow humans as they were tortured and mutilated while he was given free reign... but after the first wave of shame had washed over him he felt less and less guilty by the day... so this is how one falls to chaos and evil... by becoming desensibilitised to the evil around him!
"Ill just... go..." Severath uttered, his face as red as a tomato. Turning around to leave he heard her moan as she called out to him, her voice strict and stern.
"HUMAN! Get in here!" she ordered and he sighed, turning around and entering the room. The door closed behind him and he saw various pieces of armor discarded on the floor. Most of it was black with rather beautiful and elegant details, if flamboyant and grizzly. Sighing he approached the moaning woman from the back, entering the main bedroom. Purple velvet adorned her bed and she was sitting on the penis of her own brother, who penetrated her easily enough. Ker was laying lazily on the bed, his muscular form betraying his calling as an incubus as his hands lay behind his dark haired head.
"What is it you wish of me?" he asked sheepishly as he refused to face the two. It would seem that they were content to lazily brush against each other. The air was thankfully cool, which calmed and soothed the human. Still that didnt mean that the stench of the poison that was omnipresent in the air of the complex was gone and Severath felt himself being choked by subtle, yet spicy aroma that lingered in the cold air as he felt his breath becoming warmer than the air around him.
"Insert yourself in me." She said coldly as he refused to face her. Waiting a moment he exhaled subtly and began undressing his armor, letting it fall all over the place. He wasnt going to do this... he wasnt going to do this... Severath surly hopped that the ecclesiarchs were wrong and that the Emperor wasnt ALWAYS and EVERYWHERE looking... because he was about to shag a xeno's bitch. As he undressed he downright felt them moaning as she made subtle movements. It seemed that it was true... the Eldar do poses higher emotions than humans... that would explain why they are so obsessive about even the most simple of things. Still if it was true that a Eldar's emotions were so bright that human's was but pale in comparison then why werent these two being more savage and raw? Perhaps they were trying to deny themselves to make the sensation greater? If they were able to control themselves that is... or maybe they were too drugged to fuck properly... who knows they were twins and they felt each other's emotions... perhaps that helped them. With his armor now off Severath took down his underpants and found out, to his shame, that he was already erect. Silently climbing onto the bed and behind his killer he knelt behind her. She was still moaning, her tall body outstretched as she pushed her red mane off of her ears. Kujica was taller than him, even with them kneeling and gently he wrapped his arms around her while her arms were raised. She gasped as she felt his firm hands gently grope her breasts, his hot body pressing against her cold one. For a moment Severath thought that her body was as cold as her soul but he decided not to ask her if thats true. Instead he looked up and struggled to reach her pointy ears and whisper into them.
"What makes you want a lowly mon'keigh...? what makes you want me to penetrate you...?" he asked her as she moaned at the sensation. Her breasts were firm, as was typical of one of her kind and she moaned at the sound of his words.
"Just shut up and fuck me!" she barked and Severath smiled as he positioned himself, aligning his sex organ to the xeno girl's ass. He closed his eyes and lied to himself as he pushed, inserting himself in her anus. The girl gasped sharply and her brother made a eerie deep moan like laugh. The whole situation was surreal and dangerously pleasant. Somehow Severath convinced himself that the person before him wasnt a vile xeno whos neck he should snap and that she was instead some sweet innocent girl... oh the absurdity of it all... still most of all he hated himself for liking it... He hated himself for like the feel of her anal walls pressed against his manhood. The Eldar twins liked this, or so it would seem as their movements became almost serpentine and elegant, compared to his cruder movements, driven by instinct. Great, even more fuel for their insults... Severath struggled to thrust in her from such a position but he did so none the less. The next few minutes, or maybe it was half an hour as Severath lost track of time as he fucked the xeno's girl... or was she a woman? He didnt know how the Eldar viewed these things or how old was the wych in who's ass his dick was now embedded. Gently he struggled to get his head up besides her own as he groped her tittes. Finally he gently nibbled on her soft, sensitive ear sucking it and running his tongue over it. This caused the girl to gasp loudly and her brother to accompany her in the moaning. It would seem that the Eldar dont have pointy ears just for show. Finally after losing track of time for a second time he felt the xeno girl contract around him, reaching an orgasm. It was all rather entertaining honestly and Severath could barely stop himself from giggling as he two reached climax. Committing heresy in the extreme he had to admit it was cute watching this sadistic killer moan like a hybrid between a highborn prostitute and a cute little girl as she purred. In short there was no describing it... the entire thing was beautiful and balletic... artistic almost! But one had to experience it for himself to be the judge... may the emperor save his damned soul.
"mh-mh-mh-hm-hm!" Kujica giggled as she pressed up against him, her naked form still cool despite the hotness of the sex and the spicy aroma in the air as the three mingled in the bed, the human laying between the twins. Ker was in a meditative like trance as he still had the same position he had when Severath first saw him. Kujica gently caressed Severath's cheek and he looked at her, panting nervously like he was a teenager who was worried if his first time was pleasant to his partner.
"If all Eldar behaved like this the imperium would most likely integrate you peacefully... even if you are xenos..." He said to the girl who's face, his words cheesy and naive. Oh emperor... she was beautiful... WHY was she beautiful!? Why couldnt she be some ugly ork so this would be less enjoyable? She took his chin, which now bore nearly a week old beard , in her elegant and lithe hand, her sharp nails gently holding it as she kissed his forehead as her brother reached out with his strong arm, wrapping it around Severath's head and gently rubbing the underside of his chin.
"You did well human..." she said, her face a naive and innocent smile as she boomed with happiness. "Tell me your name!? We wish to know the name of the mon'keigh who brought such great fortune to us!" she said happily. The worst thing was that Severath's heart stung with joy at being given any importance... a few days in and he was already being happy when his superior's praised him. Good to know the galaxy functions the same regardless of the species.
"I am Severath... Severath Stormspire..." he uttered happily and the girl giggled as her brother snickered.
"Triple S human!" She proclaimed and he blinked in confusion. She hugged him, her hair pressing against his face. It was alien yet... good... perfect even! Placing a kiss on his cheek she continued to speak. "OUR lucky triple S human!" she proclaimed, giggling like a child.
"Archons triple S human..." her brother corrected. "You fucked the future husband of the archons daughter... and we got even praise from him!" Ker spoke and Severath struggled to understand the true meaning of the gothic words the Eldar spoke in his arrogant melodic tone.
"OHhhhh!" Kujica screeched "Eladril will be jealous! Will she be jealous? I certainly hope so!" she proclaimed. Severath was so confused at this point but Kujica continued speaking. "Because of you Ker got additional war gear and first pick rights for several upcoming raids and I!" she said placing a emphasis on I "Got all of this!" she said point around her. "No longer will I be some lowly wych but now I am a fully fledged and fully armored Succubus!" she said with great pride. "This entire part of the wych cult is mine now!" she said and while Severath didnt know the entire meaning of it he was sure that was pretty important as she seemed to command the bitches outside. "All thanks to you!" she said pointing to him and hugging him, licking his fuzzy cheek and kissing him. "thank you thank you thank you!" she said. In his confusion he responded.
"And thank you for saving my life... both of you!" he said. Referring to Kujica making C'kreg resurrect him and the fact that Ker snipped the spear of Levati prince in half as it was suppose to kill him. for a while they stood there in pure silence. "I wish that this all didnt have to happen and that I didnt had to die back there..." he said clumsily. Now, Severath knew how and why people rolled their eyes and he has seem them do it quite a few times. Still, that couldnt even begin to compare itself to the sigh before him as Kujica rolled her eyes in such a way that even the best of human actors would get jealous. Severath's human heart was filled with despair as he could not comprehend why something so beautiful had to be so evil.
"What?" she said, giggling, more deeply and muffled now. "Do you expect an apology for that?" she asked teasing and taunting him. Surprisingly he held no ill will towards it. "Look Severath... I regret having to kill you.. seeing as you are so cute" she said grabbing his face in her hand and gently squishing it. She giggled slightly "for a hairy mon'keigh that is! But still! I and my brother come before anyone or anything else! And honestly... FUCK anyone who isnt us!" she proclaimed and held a cute yet frightening face before leaning over Severath and kissing her brother sloppily. "Buuuttt..." she continued. "If it sooths your small human mind... I promise not to kill you unless you give me a very good reason to." she proclaimed, but that only doused Severath's doubts slightly. He suddenly felt Ker's strong hand on his ear.
"too bad you arent an Eldar... pity... we could have been good friends..." he said, which made the whole situation even more bizarre. Severath looked quickly between the two siblings before finally speaking.
"Well maybe C'kreg can make my ears pointy as yours..." Severath said and the two laughed, giggling like spoiled children. "But why... I mean why are you so completely and utterly horrible and evil?" he asked them, in his confusion and the xeno girl rolled her eyes once more at him.
"We are NOT evil... or at least not as completely and utterly as you so diligently put it!" She declared and as he was about to open his mouth to comment on the horrendous torture that was going on just outside the doors of this room she silenced him by placing a finger on his lips and she continued speaking "We are twins Ker and I... which means we have one single soul which is 2 times larger than an ordinary Eldar soul... however the great enemy.. she who thirsts still eats away at our soul all the same, it perhaps being more delicious than ordinary souls. Now I know this is hard to explain to you humans but it goes like this, your soul is a flame and this demon eats it and so you give it more and more fuel to make the flame go brighter and make sure it doesnt extinguish itself... however... once you do a same kind of pleasure ie sex ie fuel for the flame, the sensation becomes dull and you are wanting more... oh sure it might be terrifyingly scary" she said, her voice being so theatrically and her emphasis so perfect that Severath knew that even the most talented of human actors would kill in order to have it "To see your fellow humans being tortured the first time around, but now I have personally seen you walk our corridors not caring or even registering the grizzly still living trophies that are your fellow humans... arent you suppose to be a loyal servant of the Emperor and feel empathy for your fellow man Severath Stormspire? dont you have a duty to fight alongside you race which has a manifest destiny to rule the stars and all that crap?" she said bluntly and he blushed in shame at the truth of her words. "Oh no no no no dear Severath heresy is only scary to commit the first time around, you humans say that a moment of laxity spawns a lifetime of heresy? Now take allll of what I have said and apply it to the Eldar..." she told him and he looked down refusing to face her. His face was sad and she in turn smiled sadly at him as she took his hand in her own. "I have no doubt human... with each passing day sex is becoming boring and insufficient to sustain me... it is only a matter of time before I am forced to start hammering in nails bellow the nails of human slaves in order to sustain myself..." her voice was sad and it saddened Severath... he was suppose to hate these xeno's not empathies with them! "I hate it... and I hate myself for it... not because you are humans or because of some silly notion such as empathy... for I truly dont care about most humans and our Eldar lives of my kin are way more important to me than the countless billions of your fellow humans but... its still not right... I want my soul to be safe, I want to live out my eternity in happiness but... I know the universe isnt that fair... in fact it isnt fair at all." DAMN THIS WITCH! He was SURE she was using some mind tricks but... for the first time in as long as Severath could remember he felt sad... not just down but downright sad. He couldnt take it any longer and he hugged her, even if she was considerably taller than him, even when lying in bed and he buried his crying face in between her breasts. He sobbed silently. To his surprise Kujica laughed.
"awww you humans are all the same!" she said patting his head and brushing her hand through his growing hair. "Well if it is any comfort to your inner zealot the reason for your sadness is most likely the result of psychic residue emitted from mine and Ker's emotions... for after all, we Eldar are much more psychicly active and stable than you humans are. Now imagine feeling that sadness 1000 times stronger... thats how I feel and how every other Eldar feels." she explained and Severath realized just how much his own emotions were pale in comparison. She gently took his head and faced him, looking into his eyes with her own, alien ones. "Do not feel empathy for us human... for we are lost... doomed and damned... or at least thats what our craftworld kin would say. Hate us, revile us, kill us!" she practically ordered. "thats the only way you will survive on the surface... and survive here in general. Im telling you this because you are lucky enough that I care to tell you." she said and he felt genuinely comforted by the xeno's words.
"You have a choice!" he told her. "Why not abandon this madness, join your brethren on the craftworlds and live as they do. They dont seem to need torture in order to exist!" he proclaimed and she laughed at him once more.
"To live a life of denial? To live a life where even survival isnt the norm? Some say that a life of surviving isnt a life of living... and those on the craftworlds dont even survive... for they deny themselves all that is Eldar... even before the fall the records call them as outcasts and nonconformists... besides what possible purpose would I or my brother have on those large ships? Dont get me wrong human, a live of torture isnt pleasant but neither is being sent on a stupid, meaningless assignment where death is guaranteed just because a farseer had a bad dream because he ate too much grox balls before sleeping... and besides for one of my kind to live on a craftworld and live a life of denial is practically a death sentence as I would become a shadow of my former self... not even as good as those lowly vat grown bastards on the ground who didnt have the privilege of being pushed out of a proper twat... and they at least have an excuse for their genetic disability." she said and he exhaled at the cruelty of the world. Severath knew that there must have been a name for his syndrome as he was feeling empathy for a vicious, savage and brutally killer who was most likely merciless in the extreme... all the while his fellow humans were being tortured by the very same xenos merely meters from him. Why does the emperor allow this? Why doesnt he arise from Terra, his ascended form gold and beautiful as he strikes down the chaos gods... Emperor... why do you love me but force me to live in this cruel galaxy? In this gritty reality? You claim to know your own and that pain comes now and reward comes in the afterlife but... why... dont you know the true worth of your subject... how can murders of billions that call themselves inquisitors have your approval... Severath closed his eyes as his mind was bombarded with these various questions which shook the entirety of his very being.