A/N: This is an extremely LONG chapter! I'm sorry in advance...but as a son of Fulgrim, I am excessive in everything I do. Read at your own peril or boredom I guess.

Archon Velatha: Most recent archon of the Kabal of the Bladed Sun. Arch-rival of Archon Faelan and his Kabal of the Twilight Shadow. Known ally of Lady Malys and the Kabal of the Poisoned Tongue. Devout worshipper of Khaine. Most renowned for having an entire Incubi shrine under her command and well known for being in league with the Ynnari.

Archon Faelan Aeshul: Archon of the Kabal of the Twilight Shadow and twin brother of Renfaeda. His Kabal directly serves Asdrubael Vect and is allied with the Kabal of the Black heart. Uniquely skilled in that he knows Astartes Sign Language and is protected from psykers due to his Sister of Silence slave, Meela.

Archon Tahril: Archon of the Kabal of the Black Heart and an infamous enforcer and head officer for Asdrubael Vect. Participated in the Kaurava Wars against the Blood Ravens and other Imperial Factions. The Black Heart Kabal is unique in having multiple archons since it is the largest and most powerful.

Lady Aurelia Malys: Archon of the Kabal of the Poisoned Tongue. Former lover and now rival of Asdrubael Vect. Considered batshit crazy even by Dark Eldar Standards and has a mysterious crystal heart (literally) that she allegedly won from Cegorach. She has immunity to psychic powers supposedly and believes Vect wants to open Khaine's Gate to kill everyone. Also the only female member of the Warhammer 30/40k cast in the League of Extraordinary Dickery along with The Emperor, Tzeentch, The Deceiver, Cegorach, Vect, and Eldrad.

Asdrubael Vect: Pimp King of Commorragh and Supreme Archon of the Kabal of the Black Heart. Recently resurrected after faking his death and now considered a living muse by many within Commorragh. Has a super badass pimp mobile Ravager called the Dais of Destruction and a bunch of crazy nonsense up his sleeve. His base is a giant floating ziggurat that has retardedly OP weapons and what not. Notable Achievements: He once let an entire Salamanders fleet into Commorragh to kill his rivals off and rescue their brothers so he could seize power. Once crashed a space hulk full of daemons into a rival's base turning it into a daemon infested hell. Once gave a black hole in a box to someone as a gift. Also known for telling the story of the Fall and how he was there to anyone that'll listen. In my opinion he's the most competent leader in 40k. Currently he is pissed off at the Ynnari and Yvraine for nearly destroying Commorragh and causing his rule to be questioned.

Chapter 24: Endless Night

About a minute or so passed as Sylea passionately surrendered her entire mouth and body against Seiras. The librarian found her hungry lust very similar to Daniella's as she only broke her kiss to breathe. The woman panted for a moment as she looked up at him, "What's wrong, Lord Seiras?"

"Why do you want to have sex with me, Sylea? You barely know me, and I'm a space marine too…I don't understand this situation. Astartes can't have children, and you don't really seem like a corrupted or perverted person," he tried to voice his thoughts.

She frowned at his expression, "People don't just want to have sex when they're corrupted or perverted. Maybe that's how it is in this place, but when two human beings like each other it's a sign of affection and bonding."

"I'm not really human though…at least not anymore," the librarian sighed.

"You're more human than some of the monsters I've seen in this place. You at least care about the people in here. Those Cadians spoke extremely highly of you when you were gone. They really have faith that you're going to save us," the woman explained as she paused for a moment.

"You've been raped in this place, have you not? Why would you even want to experience something remotely similar to those situations? I'm not familiar on how that affects human females mentally, but I do know rape victims tend to become less amorous." he stated confused.

"I have been abused…and you have too. It's different when two people want to have sex with each other. I mean that's how pair bonding works after all. You're a pure and righteous person despite all this heresy and you've given me hope in this horrible place. I can't quite describe the way you make me feel. I know part of it is blind lust to your beauty, but it's something more too…I want to feel a real connection with someone I like. I don't want my only memories of sex to be bad memories. I've never actually had sex with another person before…only some of these Dark Eldar. I want to know what it's like when it's proper and pure. I don't want to die without knowing." she tried to explain.

Seiras stared at her for a moment as he thought about all of his individual encounters. Finally he looked away, "All of my sexual experiences have been bad or shameful memories."

"Really? What was your first one like?" She asked curiously as she began to start caressing his chest.

"Unholy…" was all Seiras could say as he vividly remembered the details of every facet of the Rite of Initiation.

"Why? Was it against your will?" she asked.

Seiras shook his head, "Not exactly…but it was something I had to do that I didn't want to. The act was depraved, and I still feel ashamed of how I enjoyed it in the moment."

"Who was your first? Was she human?" the sororita questioned him as she began to start grinding herself against him. She was still in her slave girl loincloth panties but was completely topless.

"She was a navigator named Amelia Feracci. Don't ask about her, it's an unpleasant memory," Seiras trailed off.

"We'll both make a good memory of this, Seiras…I'll show you what it's like to know a woman's loving embrace," Sylea said lustfully as she began to start grinding faster and harder now.

Seiras didn't feel any stimulation at first as he stoically watched her efforts, but Sylea didn't give up as she sensually massaged and caressed him. Finally, she tried to take his clothes off as she reached down for his pants that Melisara had made for him.

The sister's mouth went down near his groin as she reached for his manhood with both hands. He soon felt her mouth's warm wetness enveloping the tip of his dick as she sucked and licked at it for a few seconds. Finally, Seiras felt the familiar and shameful warmth as blood began to circulate. It didn't take long for him to get hard now as Sylea made soft and feminine moaning sounds while doing this.

Accepting that he was now committed to the deed, Seiras allowed himself to relax slightly. To Sylea's shock he even pushed her head down with one of his hands causing her to take in more than she meant to. She started to gag briefly before raising her head up choking.

She took a few deep breaths as she looked at him for a moment. Her surprise was soon replaced by a smile as she cupped her breasts in her hands and tried to sandwich his cock in between. Sylea had a somewhat large bust despite her muscular, thin frame. She then began to move her chest up and down as she sucked on the head of his dick again.

"Mmm, that feels really good on my chest," Sylea cooed softly as she began to pick up her pace a bit. This continued for a little while before the Sororita stood up.

She then did something strange as she stood over his lap with her back to him. Seiras was still sitting and looked at the woman curiously. She crouched her legs over on the outside of his now as she lowered herself on top of his manhood while facing away.

Sylea let out a quiet cry of pain as she lowered halfway. The woman took a few deep breaths as she rocked around on top of him, "Aghhh…it's stretching me out, Seiras."

Considering he was rock hard at this point, Seiras was actually in the mood for this now. He then reached for one of her breasts with one hand and the outside of her mons pubis with the other. Sylea let out a shrieking moan as Seiras pulled her closer back and readjusted himself causing her to go as far down as possible.

"Emperor…Ughhh it hurts," Sylea gasped as she let out a few more breaths. She barely caught her breath before Seiras began to start massaging her mons pubis and spread her legs even further.

"Oh, not there!" she almost screamed in ectasy before Seiras covered her mouth.

He pulled her head back so she could look at him now. He shook his head, "Try to keep it down."

Sylea nodded as she began to start moving up and down on his manhood. Her vagina was gushing wet at this point and was stretched and lubricated enough for her to start riding him. At first, she grimaced her teeth from residual pain, but that was soon replaced by pleasure as the woman couldn't stop herself from moaning, "AHHH, that feels amazing!"

Seiras immediately covered her mouth again as he kept his hand there this time. He did his best to muffle her uncontrollable moans and yelps as he began to start quickening his own pace beneath her. He rested his hand over her clitoris now causing a heavy pressure over it.

Sylea immediately reached down and started to furiously stimulate it between his hand as she moved faster and faster. It wasn't long before Seiras felt her convulsing on top of him and screaming into his other hand as gushing vaginal fluids leaked all over his lap.

Despite her hitting climax already, Seiras was nowhere near finished. He repositioned Sylea up against a wall now as he stood up and kept his hand over her mouth. Having recently orgasmed, she was extremely sensitive still and had no time to recover as he plowed the woman as hard as he could against the wall without causing her bodily damage.

Seiras was almost consumed at this point to finish, but after a few minutes, Sylea practically began to spasm as she moaned loudly through his hand. He felt her walls immediately contracting in climax again forcing him to slow down.

Pulling her off the wall now, Seiras placed the woman on her hands and knees as he positioned behind her.

She was quick to voice her concern, "W-wait, Seiras I need a mom-" he wasted no time covering her mouth again as he began to rail her from behind the exact same way he had done to Sorellia. He could feel his desire building up as he moved faster and more frenzied. Sylea ended up climaxing again before he finally felt himself reaching his own.

"Ughhh!" Seiras growled out in pleasure as he finally managed to hit his own orgasm. In his moment of distraction from the immaculate pleasure, he let go of Sylea's mouth and put both hands around her hips. Sylea shamelessly let out quiet moaning cires, "Make me yours, Seiras. Ooooh, there's so much."

Despite her attempts to be quiet, Seiras wasted no time covering her mouth again as he continued riding out the rest of his orgasm. By the time he was finally finished, he let out a breath of relief as he pulled out of Sylea. Her vagina was oozing a puddle of post sex fluids as she whimpered in pleasure and pain.

After a minute, Seiras immediately redressed himself fully as he placed his back against both walls again. Sylea rolled over and looked down at her tender and oozing vagina. She then smiled happily at it as she spoke, "By the Emperor…that was heavenly. How much did you cum? There's so much."

"Are you satisfied now?" Seiras asked her blankly as he stared off into the distance with his thoughts somewhere else.

The woman then cuddled up next to him in her naked form and laid in his lap. She spoke with happiness and weariness, "I am now."

"Get some rest Sylea," Seiras said distantly as if their prior affair had never even happened.

Later

Many hours passed as Seiras 'slept' and reflected in meditation. His mind tried to ignore the distraction of Sylea passed out on his lap, but he couldn't help but think about their earlier experience every time she shuffled in her sleep.

He opened his eyes and looked down at the woman, 'I still don't understand why she wanted this. I suppose females in nature naturally seek the protection and bonding of a male. So long as she never mentions this to anyone or gets delusions of being my wife or something ludicrous, then I suppose it doesn't matter. She is beautiful though…maybe even prettier than Jessenta and Selana.'

Seiras immediately chastised himself again for allowing the distractions of the Sororitas to fill his mind. The more he experienced women in this way, the more he began to understand why the Emperor didn't want Astartes to have sex drives. Better to never experience this aspect of humanity at all in order to ensure complete devotion to duty and a rational mindset. Nevertheless, for some reason he clung to Atia's statement that it was okay to care about people in such a way as it was the essence of being human. He would simply just have to make sure the emotions didn't overwhelm him or hinder his duty as a space marine in any way. Because no matter what he may have felt for any of these women, they would always come second to his holy duty as one of the Emperor's chosen warriors.

The sound of ghostly light footsteps instantly threw the librarian on alert as he heard someone stealthily approach. He moved Sylea off himself as he stood up immediately. Tracing the sound and looking the dark with his well-adjusted eyes, he spotted none other than Sorellia of all people.

The banshee timidly approached him when she realized Seiras had spotted her and spoke softly, "There you are, monkeigh. I didn't realize you had returned already."

"A displeasure as always, Sorellia," Seiras used the greeting test on her.

"It's me…I was spying on the Cadians earlier and I overheard them saying you had returned. How are things out there?" Sorellia asked him calmly as she got closer.

The librarian shrugged, "About what you'd expect. I went to go help recruit some gangs with Nelfaera and the Kabal is mobilizing all of their ships and troops."

Sorellia nodded, "I saw Tallath and Atharen again. They have a difficult time looking me in the eye. I imagine their memories of seeing my humiliation are just as unpleasant to them as they are to me."

"What brings you over here, and alone at that?" Seiras wondered.

The banshee exarch sighed, "I was wondering what exactly you had in mind that would distract the Kabal for our escape. Faelan isn't stupid…in fact he's probably the smartest person in this part of Commorragh next to Melisara the Revenant. The idea of fooling either one of them seems preposterous and arrogant on our part. I just have this horrible feeling that everything is going to go wrong. I've seen people try to fool Faelan before…and he always outsmarts them. What could you possibly do that would give us time to escape? Do you even know yet? Unless you do, then this escape you've all got planned is nothing more than what you humans call a pipe dream."

"Once this collar comes off, nobody is going to be able to kill me," Seiras said with deadly intensity in his voice.

Sorellia shook her head, "Yeah, until you cross paths with Faelan. Your psychic powers won't work on him since he has Meela everywhere he goes. I watched him easily kill all of the warlocks in our war party before we got captured. No offense, librarian, but I don't see you faring much better. Even in melee combat, Faelan is better than Renfaeda…and she killed you in one attack. If they discover this plan, it's all over."

"I have a plan…and I know it will work," Seiras stated confidently.

The banshee huffed at him, "I take it you don't want to tell us?"

"I'm not telling anyone the whole plan…on the off chance anyone here gets interrogated and tortured for information. Just know that I WILL be getting out of this place even if it's by myself. My mission is far too important," Seiras declared.

She frowned at his statement, "What is in Melisara's lab that you hope to steal? Is it an STC or something else?"

"You'll see when we break out of here. It'll help in our escape if that alleviates any fears you may have," the Blood Raven replied as he took in her doubtful expression.

"Breaking into Melisara's lab is the most foolish part of your entire plan. She's even more dangerous than Faelan is. Everyone in this Kabal is terrified of her and even her wracks are too afraid to go into her lab alone. One tried to sneak in while she was away once, and she turned him inside out and put his still living body on display outside. Melisara's lab is the most secure place in the entire spire. You're delusional if you think you can break in there."

'Luckily for me I don't have to. Melisara is on my side…' Seiras thought to himself.

"It is a risk I'm willing to take. It's worth more than my life, my honour, and my pride. Nobody said you had to come with me into her lab. In fact I'd prefer to go alone. If I fail, then by all means leave without me," the librarian shrugged.

Before Sorellia could respond, Sylea's voice sounded, "Seiras? And is that Sorellia too?"

The banshee glanced over at the naked Sororita before turning towards Seiras, "You mated with her?"

Seiras ignored the question as he looked over at Sylea who was quickly getting dressed again. She put some kind of training outfit on from her pack as the librarian and the banshee locked eyes again.

"You should know that Maeralya has chips in all of her slaves to track them…and one in me. We'll need to remove those before we break out or they'll easily be able to find out we're escaping," Sorellia explained.

Seiras nodded, "That's good to know. My collar also has a tracker in it…so we should remove them all at the same time and leave them in here before we break out."

Now dressed in what looked like Sororita spandex, Sylea walked over and spoke to aspect warrior, "How are you, Sorellia?"

"Fine for now…I see you mated with Seiras," Sorellia replied.

Sylea looked down shyly, "Yeah...I asked him if he would. I know it wasn't pleasant for you, Sorellia, but I find Seiras attractive."

The banshee glanced between Seiras and Sylea, "The act itself wasn't unpleasant, but the sheer depravity behind it was. Though I suppose if I were a monkeigh, I would have a different view. Seiras has been kind enough to swear he'll never speak of it, and I will do the same. I would appreciate it if you also kept that to yourself, Sylea. I don't want my kin thinking there's some weird...infatuation between him and I. They already see me as worthless in my current state...I don't want them to look down on me even more."

"Of course, Sorellia...assuming we all make it out of Commorragh, we would all be cast as pariahs by our different factions if they found out what happened here. We all deserve a chance to put this behind us," Sylea nodded empathetically.

"Unfortunately, this nightmare is far from over. I'm dreading our return to the palace spire," she said grimly.

"Relax, Sorellia...I promise you that we're going to escape this place. Just endure it a little bit longer," Seiras tried to alleviate the anxiety on the eldar's face.

Sorellia stared at Seiras for a moment and frowned, "Promise me something, Seiras...promise me you'll kill Meela."

"Yes, please! I hate her!" Sylea nodded in agreement.

Seiras looked between them confused, "What has Meela done that's so evil? She hasn't given me that impression at all."

Before either of the two could answer him, Seiras heard the sound of a splinter weapon going off along with people screaming in the distance.

Sorellia's eyes lit up, "Oh no...I'm not ready to go back yet."

The librarian immediately gestured for both of the females to go hide, "Stay out of sight and keep quiet…I'll go investigate this. It might just be them coming to get me again."

Sorellia nodded as she guided Sylea further into the shadows and lifted her up into some type of loft like area higher up. Seiras remained where he was as the sound of footsteps made their way towards him. A few more seconds passed before Seiras noticed Nelfaera turn on a glowing pink light and walking up to him. She was by herself oddly enough, which was probably why she had to kill a few people. No doubt a bold slave or two thought they could ambush her.

The syren approached him and smiled wickedly, "Good news, Seiras, we're mobilizing and should be leaving by tomorrow night."

"Everyone is leaving?" he asked hoping that she would illicit details for Sorellia to overhear.

Nelfaera shrugged, "Well everyone except Melisara. She says she has work to do and that she'll watch the slaves and the spire in Faelan's absence."

Having the fresh memory of the fake Nelfaera in his mind still, the librarian decided to test her with a statement only she would know, "Since we're alone now this is probably the best time to tell you my reasons for picking you earlier."

"Awfully vague there…why don't you just say it, Seiras. You mean why you thought I was the prettiest wych you've ever seen?" Nelfaera proudly smirked.

Seiras nodded, "Yes…it's your hair."

"Really? Hmm…the highborn don't like my hair. They say it's too thuggish and too much of a mid-commorragh style. I'm overjoyed to hear you like it though," Nelfaera beamed. To his astonishment, she actually looked genuinely happy about hearing that from him.

'This is definitely the real Nelfaera…' Seiras thought somewhat relieved.

"You like my physique too, you said…right? I've been told I'm a bit muscular for a lady. One noble even told me I had Sisters of Battle proportions once. How insulting, right? I killed her for it though. Just because I has slightly thicker legs and a bigger bust doesn't mean I have monkeigh curves." Nelfaera chuckled.

"You're certainly taller and stronger than the other wyches at least from a physical strength standpoint. Why is that?" Seiras couldn't help but ask.

Nelfaera shrugged, "I don't know…I take after my father I suppose. He was quite big for an Eldar. He was known as Faeralian the Punisher."

"Was he in the Kabal?" Seiras asked confused.

The syren shrugged, "Not really…I mean his brother was a Dracon and eventually the kabal hierarch, but my father Faeralian was a legendary corsair."

"Isn't your family nobility though? Why would an Aeshul become a corsair?" Seiras asked curiously.

"Well my family wasn't always the top of the food chain around here. My father Faeralian was the older brother of Faelan and Renfaeda's father, Kalfaeron. He's the reason the Aeshul family was elevated into the upper tier of nobility…because he made so much wealth from his raiding. People never really liked him much here in Commorragh sadly. The nobles didn't like my father or my family until we seized control of the Kabal. Uncle Kalfaeron had hoped to make Archon eventually so that our family would become the most powerful in this part of Commorragh. He ended up dying because the former archon saw him as a rival and sent him on a suicide mission. Faelan took it personally and somehow managed to kill the former archon and all of his incubi. Then my older cousin Renfaeda soared through the ranks of the Cult of Eternal Night. That's pretty much how we came into power here," Nelfaera explained.

"So if your father was the older brother of Faelan and Renfaeda's father, then why are you younger than them?" he asked.

"Ehh…my father had a few children here and there with other corsairs over the years. I heard he even had an exodite bride at one point. Some say he had a lover in every craftworld too. He met my mother on a raid I think," Nelfaera shrugged.

"What was your mother? Was she a wych too?" Seiras asked carefully.

Nelfaera nodded, "Yeah she was a wych. Not much else to say about her. I guess she was pretty enough to seduce my father."

'Considering the other wyches called her the Emerald Queen and talked about her like she was one of the greatest succubi in Commorragh's history, I can imagine why,' the librarian thought to himself.

"What ever happened to your father? Was he killed?" Seiras asked curiously.

Nelfaera seemed somewhat emotional thinking about it as she looked down, "Worse, he left Commorragh. He abandoned all of his wealth, and our family. Supposedly he moved to an Exodite World…at least that's what my mother told me. I don't know which one or I'd have tried to visit."

"That's unusual…but back to the reason why you're here. Did you come down here to get me for the battle? I thought you said that was tomorrow night though," Seiras asked confused.

The syren beamed at his question, "Oh, well I was just bringing Karyphea to see Melisara when I thought about coming by to check up on you."

"I'm fine...will that be all?" Seiras said slowly.

"Well something else crossed my mind. We were eating earlier and Karyphea asked me what we feed you. Then it hit me all of a sudden, when was the last time you ate? Are you hungry?" Nelfaera was definitely leading up to something that Seiras knew he wasn't going to like.

He shook his head, "No, I'm not. My power armour has nutrient paste reservoirs left in it. I got sustenance from that recently."

The teal-haired alien crossed her arms, "Umm...gross. How about I give you some real food? I already went to the trouble of bringing you some."

"I have no interest in whatever parasite-filled and poisonous concoction you want to give to me," Seiras responded sharply.

Nelfaera pulled a box out of her pack and opened it up. Inside was something didn't expect to see...normal looking food. In fact it looked like some type of alien pastries.

The syren immediately took a bite out of one and swallowed, "See they're not poisonous or filled with flesh-eating bacteria or parasites."

"Or maybe they have a delayed effect and you have some of antidote you're planning to take later," Seiras responded doubtfully.

Nelfaera rolled her eyes, "I understand you're paranoid...believe me that keeps people alive in this place, but I'm actually just being nice for once."

"Why would you do that?" he said doubtfully.

She took a few steps closer as she responded, "Well you've been surprisingly tolerable ever since our arena match. I'd even go so far as to say you've been nice to me. Initially, I was extremely upset and humiliated, but after seeing the way you beat Aelendriel and Mokaela as well, it made me feel less angry about the whole thing. It's complicated alright? Your simple monkeigh mind can't understand wyches or our emotions. I just figured if we're going to be working together from now on, I might as well mend this little rift between us. You are the family pet now after all."

"What's the point? I already know you hate me, and you know I hate you too," Seiras responded blankly.

Nelfaera smirked, "Humor me, Seiras...eat some of this food I made for you."

"You're out of your mind if you think I intend to willingly ingest something you made," he countered.

The syren sighed, "Okay then, we'll do this the hard way."

Seiras felt his entire body freeze up in paralysis as Nelfaera activated his collar's stun setting. She then cherished his reaction as she pushed his frozen body to the ground. Placing one of the pastries in her own mouth, Nelfaera began to chew it for a moment. She then held his mouth open and spit the food inside. She massaged his throat for a moment forcing him to swallow reflexively.

"Mmm, wasn't that good? I have more," Nelfaera smirked as she put another one in her mouth to chew again.

This time after spitting it into his mouth, she put hers directly over his. Seiras felt violated as the wych used her tongue to tenderly distribute the pastry throughout his entire mouth. It quickly devolved into Nelfaera making out with him much to his horror. In his paralyzed state, he could do nothing but endure this. Knowing that Sorellia and Sylea were watching from the shadows made it even worse.

Finally once she was content with teasing Seiras, the syren got off of him. She smirked at his horrified reaction, "How did it taste?"

"Sinful," Seiras replied.

"Ahahaha! Good! That's how it's supposed to taste. C'mon, Seiras...I'll make you some real food now," Nelfaera giggled at his answer.

His collar released the stun setting a moment later as Nelfaera walked away. She stopped a few steps ahead and looked back, "You coming or what?"

"No...I would rather not," he responded.

Nelfaera sighed, "Okay, and here I thought we were being nice to each other now."

His collar activated on the highest setting causing him to writhe and howl in pain as he began to convulse on the ground. Nelfaera held it down for a long while before releasing it. She let out an annoyed huff, "You ready to go now?"

"No!" Seiras tried to be defiant.

"Come with me or I'll force feed you in front of everyone in this slave chamber," Nelfaera threatened.

Realizing he didn't have a choice at this point, Seiras growled in annoyance, "Fine..."

"Atta boy! C'mon let's not let this ruin our day," Nelfaera laughed as Seiras slowly got up and reluctantly followed her.

Palace Spire

Seiras was currently in some grand dining hall eating food that Nelfaera cooked for him. He found it strange that she enjoyed cooking and even stranger that she was eager to impress him with her alien cuisines. He prayed that none of it was detrimental to his health, but considering his position as Renfaeda's pet and the protection he had from Melisara and Faelan, Seiras convinced himself that Nelfaera wouldn't risk causing him harm in this instance.

His teal eyes looked over the newest meal that Nelfaera had made. He had no true experience with even most human cuisines to accurately describe what half of these meals were similar to, but the newest one was some type of baked bread covered in cheese and meat. He recalled a time a Guardsman once gave him something like this. They called it pizza. Seiras didn't dare to wonder what the ingredients were of this food, but ate it nonetheless with silent contempt. To his shock, everything Nelfaera made for him actually tasted good.

He tuned out most of her endless talking about things he didn't care about, but offered blunt input every now and again. As he finished this alien pizza, Seiras glanced at Nelfaera, "I've had quite enough food for one day...it was good. Can you return me to my slave chamber now?"

"Hmph...actually I was thinking we could get high together. You'll love this stuff, it's called warpdust," Nelfaera said enthusiastically as she dropped a line of powdery pink dust in front of him.

Seiras stared at her bewildered as the syren used a table knife to cut it into a few lines. She immediately snorted one of the lines before letting out an esctasy filled shriek, "Ah yeah!"

"I would rather not do this. I need to be in my proper mindset for the upcoming battle," Seiras replied unenthusiastically.

"Do it, Seiras! Don't make me activate the collar again. We're just having a bit of fun and blowing off some stress. All of my kind do this before big raids and battles. Snort it like a good boy!" Nelfaera laughed.

The librarian reluctantly lowered his head as he snorted the line of warpdust. It was an extremely narcotic effect as he felt his entire body start to tingle with electric warmth. Endorphins were pouring through his system now.

Nelfaera cheered as she watched him, "How was that?"

Seiras felt himself twitching slightly, but luckily his extra kidney was already at work detoxifying the drug as he felt it diminishing slowly.

"I feel weird," he said shaking his head.

The wych laughed, "That's just the warmup! I have plenty more in my personal chambers. Let's go do them."

'I don't like where this is going...' Seiras already began to suspect where this heresy was heading.

He prayed silently that they would run into Faelan or Renfaeda along the way so that he wouldn't have to keep following Nelfaera around. Unfortunately, his prayers were not answered as they encountered nobody along the way.

That was until the two of them passed by a lavender-haired female Eldar. Seiras immediately recognized Shiralyn Khestri who was by herself oddly enough. Nelfaera was quick to block her path as she spoke to her, "Oh, well if it isn't Shiralyn Khestri...where are you going?"

"Archon Faelan just dismissed me to my quarters. I was told that I'll be kept in isolation until the Kabal returns from the battle. I thought I'd get some food and recreational items for my captivity," she answered.

Nelfaera eyed her up and down, "Really now? I'm surprised he's letting you walk around unattended."

Shiralyn looked between Nelfaera and Seiras before pointing at her neck, "I have a tracker and an agony collar on my neck. It's set to go off if I leave the palace. Once Faelan leaves, it'll go off if I leave my room."

"Well that makes sense I suppose," Nelfaera grinned happily. She was no doubt higher than Seiras was and seemed a bit gitty and playful as she felt Shiralyn's hair.

"What are you doing?!" Shiralyn protested as she pushed Nelfaera's hand away.

"Seiras was right...you're gorgeous. You know what's funny? He ranked you and me as the two prettiest Eldar in Commorragh. Hahaha, he thinks you're sexy. Though I have to agree with him there." Nelfaera giggled.

Shiralyn glanced at Seiras again before looking back at the wych, "Are you making fun of me, Nelfaera?"

"No, I'm completely serious. Seiras will even confirm it," she grinned.

"Hey Seiras, tell Shiralyn what you think about her looks and about mine? We were ranked one and two, weren't we?" Nelfaera asked with a happy smile.

The librarian sighed, "Yes..."

"You think I'm pretty, monkeigh?" Shiralyn confirmed.

Seiras raised a hand to his face as he closed his eyes, "Nelfaera, is there a point to all of this?"

Shiralyn eyed Seiras curiously, 'This might be my chance to find out if he actually knows our language.'

"Where were you two going, Nelfaera? Wouldn't Faelan object to you taking his slave up to the palace chambers here?" she asked suspiciously.

Nelfaera chuckled at Shiralyn's question as she pinned the lavender haired eldar against the wall. The syren caressed her face a moment later, "You know what...you might even be prettier than me. You want to hang out with us, Shiralyn?"

"What are you two doing?" the drukhari noble asked a bit cautiously.

"Eating, getting high, and having some fun before the battle..." Nelfaera said almost sultrily.

"You're going to mate with him?!" Shiralyn asked disbelievingly.

Seiras' eyes widened as he heard that and he couldn't help but roll his eyes. Unfortunately, he didn't account for Shiralyn's intuition as she watched his reaction to the question.

The noble stared at Seiras past Nelfaera, 'He reacted to that question...I think he actually knows what we're saying! That's crazy! How could a monkeigh have possibly learned our language?! He must be at least as smart as an Aeldari child if he can comprehend our dialect. No...I need real confirmation. But I can't just ask him if Nelfaera's standing here. But she looks high already. I might be able to find out if she passes out. Maybe I can ask him why he lied to Faelan to save me.'

"You like that idea, Shiralyn? I see you eyeing Seiras up over there," Nelfaera smirked as she began to grope Shiralyn's ass now.

Much to Seiras' disbelief, Shiralyn sighed, "Not that specifically, but I'll spend a few minutes with you two. I'm actually really curious about your Kabal's space marine pet."

"And here I thought you'd be whiny little prude. I like you," Nelfaera giggled as she licked Shiralyn's face.

The wych let go of her shortly afterwards as she spoke, "Shiralyn wants to hang out with us, Seiras. Let's go!"

"Is this really necessary, Nelfaera? I appreciate the food, but I want to meditate before battle," Seiras tried one last time to object to the sinful horror ahead.

Nelfaera glanced at him before activating his collar. Seiras shrieked in agony as he fell to the ground. The wych released it a moment later before groaning, "Will you stop complaining already?! I'm literally pampering you right now and you're hurting my feelings!"

"Ughh...fine," Seiras sighed in defeat as he recovered from the shock.

"Good boy! Let Nelfaera spoil you some more," the Syren giggled.

'Spoil my pride or my worth as an Astartes?' Seiras thought with dread.

Nelfaera's Palace Chambers

"So this is your room, Nelfaera? Do you not have one with the other wyches?" Shiralyn asked her as she looked around the massive room.

"I do, but I only sleep there when I'm training. This is where I come to get 'me' time," Nelfaera giggled.

Seiras was surprised to see it wasn't half as twisted and gross as he expected it to be. In fact it reminded him of a hive noble's room with ornate decorations and furniture everywhere. A massive bed was at the center, but the sheets on it were made of human flesh upon closer look. It was then that Seiras realized all of the sick and twisted decorations in her room. Other than those, exotic trophies and beast heads decorated the walls of the chamber as well as countless tapestries and paintings.

One quickly caught the librarian's eye as he looked at it. The painting was of a young Nelfaera and what looked to be her parents. Her father was probably the most muscular Eldar Seiras had ever seen and he had blue hair which seemed like a common Aeshul trait. His hair was in a short but stylish fade and he was wearing some unique and impressive looking armour. His eyes were also blue and he had many scars on his face. His face looked like the masculine version of Nelfaera's. To the side, Seiras looked at Nelfaera's mother in the painting.

True to Mokaela's claim, Nelia Aeduna was aesthetically perfect. What he found unusual though was Nelfaera actually looked more like her mother than he expected her to. Their eyes were exactly the same shape and colour of gold. They also had the same hair colour and lips. Seiras noticed a dagger sticking out of the wall where Nelfaera had obviously thrown it at her mother in the portrait.

"Are those your parents, Nelfaera?" Shiralyn asked as she noticed Seiras staring at the portrait.

The syren nodded, "Yeah and a younger me."

"Your father is really handsome...I've never actually seen what Faeralian the Punisher looked like. Plus you were so beautiful with your hair like that. It looks so elegant in this portrait. Why do you wear it like a gang member now?" Shiralyn asked as she stared at the portrait.

Nelfaera scoffed, "You sound like my mother...and I'm older than you."

"This is your mother?! This is Nelia Aeduna! I recognize her! Your mother's the Emerald Queen?!" Shiralyn remarked with amazement.

The syren rolled her eyes, "Yeah..."

"That's amazing! She was my favorite wych to watch in the arenas growing up!" Shiralyn exclaimed almost childishly.

"Hmph...yeah well she's dead now, so I'd rather not talk about her," Nelfaera dismissed.

Shiralyn turned towards her and frowned, "I apologize that was insensitive of me."

"My cousin just had your family wiped out and you're apologizing to me? My condolences for their loss though." the wych replied.

Shiralyn frowned, "My father made a mistake...he should have known better. I won't oppose your family, Lady Nelfaera Aeshul."

"Enough with all the doom and gloom, let's get high," Nelfaera announced in gothic as she walked over to pull out some mechanical crystal vial. It bubbled strangely as Nelfaera caused it to start smoking out. She then inhaled from a piece sticking out of it before exhaling purple and black smoke.

"I really don't want to get high, Nelfaera..." Shiralyn tried to protest, "I actually just wanted to ask you some questions."

"C'mon, your turn to take a hit. I'm not getting high by myself here," Nelfaera replied as she pressed the mouthpiece into Shiralyn's face. The noble reluctantly inhaled from it before she started coughing heavily.

"Ahaha, first time smoking Wraithweed?" Nelfaera laughed as Shiralyn tried to calm her coughing.

"What in Commorragh is that?" Shiralyn asked.

"Your turn, Seiras!" Nelfaera exclaimed as she held up the device to him. The Blood Raven inhaled from the vial and immediately felt his entire body relax from the drug. All of his worries, stress, and reservations began to dissipate as he exhaled the smoke and started coughing.

Nelfaera smiled, "That stuff goes great with time stoppers too. You've had that before Seiras. I have time stoppers laced with warpdust. We're going to get fucked up!"

Seiras and Shiralyn were both still coherent enough to not like that idea very much as they watched Nelfaera make a concoction of drugs. Nelfaera wasted no time putting them all into three separate injectors.

"You first Shiralyn, you look tense," Nelfaera giggled as she approached her.

Shiralyn protested, "N-Nelfaera, wait!"

Nelfaera quickly injected the noble directly in her leg. Seiras was quick to notice Nelfaera seal her chamber door locked and closed immediately afterward. She then injected Shiralyn with something else...something Seiras recognized.

He spoke up, "Is that, Nightbliss Nectar?"

"You recognize it Seiras? Then you know what's coming," Nelfaera giggled wickedly as she activated the stun setting on his collar.

"N-Nelfaera what are you doing?" Shiralyn demanded as the syren then injected Seiras with the same drugs.

She kicked Seiras and pushed him until his paralyzed body collapsed on top of her bed. Nelfaera then dragged Shiralyn over next to it and chained her arms up and legs down much to Seiras' shock.

Nelfaera finally injected herself last after immobilizing Shiralyn. She wasted no time stripping as the other two started to feel the full effects of the drugs kick in.

"You sit your beautiful self down right there...I wonder how horny you'll get watching this," Nelfaera said sultrily as she began to start pulling Seiras' clothes off.

"Nelfaera...why did you give me Nightbliss Nectar. My insides are on fire!" Shiralyn screamed.

The syren smiled, "Oh, time stoppers and Nightbliss Nectar are a great combination. You'll probably orgasm just watching this. Don't you worry though...you'll get your turn eventually."

"N-no! Why would you do this!?" Shiralyn looked like she was going to cry. The overwhelming mixture of all the different drugs had all three of them completely out of their minds now.

"Because it turns me on fucking people in front of jealous, horny, nobles!" Nelfaera laughed as she finished undressing Seiras.

Due to the Nightbliss Nectar and the Wraithweed, Seiras was already relaxed and hard. Nelfaera positioned herself to where she could look directly at Shiralyn as she began to start sucking on his manhood.

The cocktail of drugs currently mixed within his body made him feel bizarre and unique sensations as Nelfaera tenderly bobbed her head down. She was definitely feeling the effects of the drugs too as she was giggling every few seconds and her face was flushed. The syren looked up at Seiras, "I guess dreams do come true, Seiras. I know you've been wanting this."

"Nelfaera! I...aghh," Shiralyn gasped as she was now extremely flushed as well. Seiras couldn't help but notice how her green eyes were extremely dilated and she seemed to be in some kind of pain.

"Nightbliss Nectar is an amazing drug, Seiras," Nelfaera cooed as she crawled over on top of him and turned her head to look at Shiralyn, "It has an amazing effect on the eldar physiology. The longer you go without a release, the more painful it becomes. Especially if you lace it with time stoppers and warpdust," Nelfaera said as she basked in Shiralyn's pained and horny expression.

Due to the warpdust, Seiras felt super alert and sensitive to the influx of endorphins. The Wraithweed completely relaxed all of his muscles and dilated his entire bloodstream. The time stoppers made him see everything in a beautiful almost hallucinogenic slow motion. They also prolonged every lingering sensation he experienced as Nelfaera's soft pale skin brushed against his. The Nightbliss Nectar of course filled him with unnatural and uncontrollable desire...which was only further amplified by the other drugs.

Nelfaera then began to straddle him as she looked down at his expression, "I adore that look on your face right now. You're loving this aren't you?"

"Just get it over with," he tried to hold on to some semblance of pride.

The syren looked amused by his response, "Oh no, we've got all night to have fun. I want to savor this."

Still paralyzed by his collar, Seiras could only watch and experience sensations as Nelfaera teased him for what felt like an hour. Although due to the drugs, it could have been longer or shorter. He truly had no way of telling how much time had passed since Nelfaera began.

"Ughh...as much as I'd love to prolong this, I'm starting to burn down there," Nelfaera chuckled as she glanced at her birth canal. She quickly crawled on top of Seiras before flipping around. To his confusion, her entire pelvis was now on his face. The syren flexibly grinded herself over his head.

Upon her vagina brushing against his forehead's service studs, Nelfaera let out a moaning shriek, "Aghh! Ooooh! UGHHH!"

Seiras could barely fathom what was happening now as Nelfaera hungrily began to suck him off while grinding her hips against his face. Her alien sexual fluids gushed out shortly afterward as her entire body began to quiver, "MMMM!"

It didn't take long for Nelfaera's masterful and frenzied sucking to quickly draw out his climax as well. He groaned in uncontrolled pleasure as Nelfaera continued sucking and gagging even after he came.

"Ugh Nelfaera..." Seiras tried to get her to stop now as the orgasm wouldn't end.

"That's right, say my name...you love this!" Nelfaera said foxily as she pulled her mouth off for a moment. The wych then smiled at Shiralyn as she pumped his cock letting sexual fluids continuously shoot out. Nelfaera showed her tongue to the noble and then swallowed while doing this.

Seiras panted in relief once it was finally over. His body was covered in sweat, and his entire head was soaked from Nelfaera. Her lingering smell was especially potent to him as he felt like he would never be able to get rid of it completely.

Nelfaera quickly unfroze Seiras from his collar's stasis allowing him to sit up. He took this opportunity to wipe himself off and watched as Nelfaera walked over towards a flushed and leaking Shiralyn. The noble was wearing a short black dress of some kind and thigh high boots and gloves. Seiras noticed a large puddle was between her legs and she was writhing in pain as she jerked against her chains.

"Ughh! Nelfaera, please!" Shiralyn pleaded.

"Please what, Shiralyn? What is it you want?" Nelfaera teased her almost cruelly.

The lavender-haired eldar looked like she was about to cry again, "I...I can't take this burning anymore!"

"Really now? How would like us to help you with that?" Nelfaera continued to mess with her.

"Make it stop!" the young noble said desperately.

The syren stepped closer as she reached between Shiralyn's legs and felt her vagina, "Awww...she came just watching us, Seiras. Hahaha. Oh?! You're a virgin, Shiralyn?!"

"Shut up..." the noble continued to wrestle against her chains as her legs shook from Nelfaera's touch.

"Hmm...well you wait right there like a good little girl. I'll show you how to properly please someone," the syren said smugly before slowly undressing Shiralyn.

Once she was done, Nelfaera glanced at Seiras, "Get a look at that body, Seiras...I usually don't see nobles with physiqes like that!"

True to Nelfaera's claim, Shiralyn was very fit, but she also had soft and delicate curves that made her look extremely feminine. The noble closed her eyes and looked away from Seiras as he stared at her briefly.

"Don't look at me like that!" she shouted.

Seiras soon found his attention redirected towards Nelfaera as she hungrily attacked him again. Due to the Nightbliss Nectar, he was immediately hard again. The Blood Raven tilted his head in confusion when he saw Nelfaera pouring some type of oily liquid lubricant over her body and then onto his own cock. Nelfaera immediately tossed the container away before mounting him.

She slipped down on his cock immediately with it and Seiras almost gasped from how good it felt. The wych squeezed her inner walls in patterned massaging caresses as she began to ride him. Sticky wet slapping sounds filled the room as the two of them began to start moaning from the act. Nelfaera let out a hissing growl of triumph as she then went as fast as possible.

Now drowning in the pleasure from it, Seiras grabbed her waist and spoke up, "Are you enjoying this whore alien bitch?!"

"I'm going to hatefuck you all night you overgrown monkeigh! You like that?! Cum now!" she retorted before squeezing her inner walls rapidly. Seiras immediately gave way to her efforts as he felt the fire in his manhood exploding outward.

"Yes! That's it! AHHHH!" Nelfaera shrieked and moaned happily. Once it was finally over, Nelfaera got off of him again. She then leaned in and started to makeout with him over the bed.

"Nelfaera! PLEASE!" Shiralyn interrupted their kissing.

The syren glanced up at Seiras again, "She wants it bad...what do you say we take her virginity, Seiras?"

Seiras said nothing as he tried to ignore the reality of this situation. Walking back towards Shiralyn, Nelfaera released her from the chain restraints. She then tossed the noble woman onto her bed and laughed, "You want it, Shiralyn?! You want to be fucked?!"

"Y-yes..." she nodded in shameful desperation.

Nelfaera grinned wickedly as she ran over to the bed. She quickly pushed Shiralyn on top of Seiras causing the noble to let out of sensitive gasp. The lavender-haired eldar looked at him nervously and unsure of what to do.

Seiras quickly felt himself getting hard again from the Nightbliss Nectar and stared at her hesitantly. Seeing that neither one of them wanted to be the one to start, Nelfaera immediately grabbed Seiras' cock and angled it at Shiralyn's vagina. She then forced Shiralyn into it.

"ARGH!" the noble grimaced in pain as blood came out from the penetration.

"Don't worry, Shiralyn, it only hurts for a little bit," Nelfaera smirked.

Seiras slowly began to start much to the noble's displeasure. She cried out in pain for a few minutes, but eventually calmed down as her drug-infused body began to start stretching out and relaxing from the act.

"Losing your virginity to a monkeigh...how demeaning hahaha!" Nelfaera laughed at Shiralyn as the young noble started to moan from the act.

Nelfaera quickly got up and filled up some more injectors as they continued mildly. The perverted wych injected both of them with Nightbliss Nectar again and chuckled, "Make her scream, Seiras!"

"Ughh!" he tried his best to resist the increased dosage. Despite his extra organs, Seiras was beginning to lose what was left of his coherent awareness now as he became almost possessed in the sinful act of despoiling Shiralyn.

"AHHH!" She squealed as Seiras began to go faster and harder.

"Ooooh I think she likes it! Does that feel good, Shiralyn?" Nelfaera asked as she knelt onto the bed behind her. Shiralyn gasped as Nelfaera pulled both of her arms back.

"Give it to her, Seiras! Rape her!" Nelfaera delighted.

Many hours later

Seiras jerked awake an indeterminate amount of time later. He felt completely hazy and incoherent, but mostly normal.

'Did I fall unconscious? That was some horrible dream,' Seiras thought for a moment.

The tragic reality of the situation dawned on him a split second later when he realized he was in a bedroom. He looked around and went wide-eyed at the sight of Nelfaera and Shiralyn both completely out cold. Both were covered in that oily lubricant Nelfaera used as well as post sex fluids and even blood. The Blood Raven cursed himself mentally, 'Why does this keep happening to me?! Why are these perverted aliens so obsessed with sex?! I never realized how amorous Eldar were until I came to this place. No wonder they created Slaanesh.'

The librarian felt a strange uncertainty about what to do currently considering Nelfaera wasn't able to take him back to the slave chamber in this condition. Shiralyn herself was drooling on his chest and clutched tightly to his side.

'What do I do now? My Astartes organs or that Immortis gland probably detoxified me way faster than them. The longer I wait around here, the more likely somebody will walk in and see this. I should sneak out...I'd rather take my chances out there than being seen in this position,' Seiras thought urgently as he got up.

Unlike his time with Mokaela and Aelendriel, neither female woke up when he peeled them off and got out of the bed. Seiras immediately got dressed as he thought about the best route to take back to the slave chamber.

"I can see now why they want to keep you," somebody's voice came out of nowhere.

Seiras did his best to not show any urgency or concern as he cautiously examined the room. For some reason he decided to look up first. To his shock he saw none other than Aenaria. The solitaire was lying on the ceiling defying gravity again.

She swiftly descended upon being spotted and landed directly in front of him. Her white flowing hair and horned mask creeped him out a bit as she leaned in uncomfortably close.

"Aenaria?! What are you doing here?" Seiras asked with a bit more worry in his voice than he meant to show.

"Watching you..." she answered with a passive and creepy tone.

Seiras leaned back from her unnecessarily close proximity, "How long have you been watching me?"

"Since Nelfaera decided to go visit you in the slave chamber," she said simply.

The librarian sighed heavily, "Look, this isn't something I do willingly, alright?"

She tilted her head and spoke blankly, "You don't have to explain yourself to me."

"So...is there something you wanted to say to me then?" Seiras asked uncertainly after an awkward silence.

"Yes there is. I was thinking about your request to free you from this place..." she said slowly.

"And?" he trailed off.

"I've decided that I will guide you out of the webway. Though I would like to know when and how you plan on getting away from here, first."

Seiras stared at her blankly, 'Wait a minute...Aenaria said she would only help me by intervening during my escape if she deemed me worth helping. This...this isn't Aenaria. She wouldn't make an offer like this or ask about my plan. How do I handle this? Should I just tell her off so they'll stop trying this nonsense?'

"I know you're not Aenaria…" Seiras spoke in her language as he finally decided to just call out the doppelganger.

"Hmph...so she warned you then? How annoying. If that's the game she wants to play then so be it," the harlequin transformed from Aenaria into the shadowseer.

"I take it you're Sylandri Veilwalker?" Seiras asked the shadowseer.

"How do you know my name?" the shadowseer seemed genuinely surprised by his question.

The librarian narrowed his gaze, "What do you harlequins want from me?"

"I actually want to help you...but Aenaria has tricked you into believing we're out to get you. My name is Sylandri Veilwalker...and your name is Seiras. Librarian of the First Company of the Blood Ravens. Listen to me, space marine...I don't know what your source of information is about us other than Aenaria, but we are not your enemies," she tried to sound reasonable.

Seiras cocked his head at her, "You're certainly not surprised I can speak your language."

"I've had visions of you, Seiras of the Blood Ravens...and it was known to me that you possessed this skill," she replied.

He scoffed at her, "Answer my question...what do you want from me?"

Before Sylandri could answer, she jerked her head, "The girl is awake...I'll speak to you again when you return from the battle."

Seiras grimaced in frustration at the harlequin vanishing in front of him, but that was a lesser concern at the moment. He glanced over near the bed and saw Shiralyn was awake. Her eyes were wide with shock as she slowly approached him, "Y-you can speak our language? I knew it! Why did you lie to Faelan to protect me, and who the hell was that?"

The librarian immediately covered her mouth as he pinned her against the wall. He gave the most intimidating threat he could as his grip tightened, "Be silent fool! Yes, I can understand your language. I lied to keep you alive because I need someone to navigate me out of the webway after I break out of here. If you tell anyone...I'll personally rip hole into the warp and throw you inside. Do you understand?!"

Shiralyn nodded fearfully without saying a word.

Seiras released his hand a moment later and looked down at her, "You want to get out of this place? I have a plan...but I'm not telling you anything until we escape."

"Seiras, why didn't you just escape with me in the first place if you planned on breaking out?" Shiralyn whispered.

He turned away, "Because there's something valuable here I intend to take with me. You're now part of my escape plan. Don't make me regret sparing your life."

A swift knock on the door soon startled them both as someone's voice sounded, "Nelfaera, are you ready yet?!"

"Oh no! if they see us all in here like this..." Shiralyn went paler.

"Open this door or I'm breaking it down, Nelfaera!" the visitor got louder.

Seiras couldn't think of anything to do in time before the door was blown open with a grenade. The sound of the explosion quickly caused Nelfaera to jerk awake as she fell off her bed. Standing at the room's entrance was Renfaeda much to Seiras' dread.

"Fuck...how many drugs did you do last night?!" Renfaeda gawked at the state of the room.

Nelfaera was still naked and more than a little dirty. She stood up and looked at Renfaeda with widened eyes, "Oh...hey cousin."

"It smells like a sex den in here. Where's the lucky guy?" Renfaeda asked with a laugh.

Nelfaera replied slowly once she noticed Seiras and Shiralyn hidden in the corner, "Oh...they're somewhere around here I guess. I was really high so I don't remember...haha."

Seiras immediately moved with haste to try and sneak out of Nelfaera's room. He almost made it until Shiralyn accidentally bumped into him causing Renfaeda to jerk her head in their direction.

Her jaw dropped at the sight, "What is this?!"

"Ahahaha! I can explain, Renfaeda..." Nelfaera replied worried.

The succubus queen sent a glare at her as she grabbed the device on her wrist, "Give me your trigger switch! You're not allowed to have that anymore! How dare you fuck my slave!"

"Renfaeda, I didn't mean to. We just got high and things sort of happened," the syren laughed nervously.

The succubus immediately glanced back at Seiras, "You are never to obey her again, Seiras...you obey me and Faelan. Also, what the hell are you doing in here, Lady Shiralyn Khestri?! Did you fuck my slave too?"

"Uhhh…not by choice, Nelfaera made me!" she tried to save her own skin.

"Why is Shiralyn with you, Seiras?" the Succubus asked him seriously.

The librarian sighed, "Nelfaera asked her to come do drugs with us."

Renfaeda backhanded Nelfaera onto her bed and hissed, "Clean yourself up, cousin! We're deploying soon! You're lucky we're family or you'd be dead...don't ever touch my things again! Do you understand, Nelfaera?!"

"Y-yes exalted cousin..." the syren nodded fearfully.

"And you! Get out of my sight, Khestri bitch...go wait in your room and don't get any ideas about my pet!" Renfaeda said cruelly to Shiralyn causing her to run down the hallway with her dress half on.

"C'mon, Seiras...we need to get you equipped for the battle. Let's go see Melisara," Renfaeda said with residual anger still present.

Kabal Palace, Foundry Shipyard

The trip to Melisara's lab had been uneventful this time around for Seiras. He couldn't exactly talk to Melisara in the presence of a pissed off Renfaeda, but the haemonculus had reequipped him in his wargear again for the battle to come.

He was currently following behind his master as they walked up some type of ledge overlooking the shipyard below. Faelan was standing there along with his incubi, all three succubi, and a few other prominent leaders. One of which included a scourge leader by the looks of it. A large host of dracons and even a Kabal Hierarch was also present. Seiras didn't recognize any of these aliens by name or face, but they clearly recognized him as they all tensed up at his arrival.

The sight that was most disturbing to him was seeing Meela wearing her armour and armed with a sword. She had a mask of some kind on, but Seiras could literally feel a shiver from what he assumed was her gaze. All of the other prominent wyches were there including Nelfaera. She sent him a smile when Renfaeda wasn't looking.

"We're finally here, Faelan...sorry that took so long," Renfaeda addressed her brother.

Faelan nodded, "It is no matter Faeda…I'm still waiting for Tahril."

As if on queue another archon with long black hair came walking up with five incubi. A host of his own dracons were also present.

"Ah, perfect timing. Is your fleet prepared Archon Tahril?" Faelan asked the other archon.

Tahril nodded, "Yes, we are well equipped…are your forces ready to deploy?"

"We are now that our space marine just arrived," Faelan nodded as he pointed at the librarian.

"I never quite got the chance to ask you about him. I saw him when I went to visit Melisara a while back. He is a Blood Raven librarian…does Vect know you have a psyker in Commorragh? I know this one personally…he's powerful." Tahril pointed at Seiras as he gave a disapproving look to Faelan.

Faelan shook his head, "Melisara built that Psionic Limiter collar for him. It cancels out a farseer's psychic abilities…a human would never break free of it. Plus, it has a variety of useful functions ranging from paralysis, shock, and tracking."

"The only reason I've turned a blind eye to it is because you keep that monkeigh pariah around and because it's Melisara's work. Mark my words though…you'll regret it if he gets that collar off," Tahril said grimly.

"He won't, but I will keep that in mind," Faelan nodded.

Renfaeda cocked her head at Tahril confused, "You know Seiras, Archon Tahril?"

He nodded, "Yes…I fought his chapter in the Kaurava System. He's iconic because he's a librarian and he wears that helmet with the forked scarab horn on the front. You'd be a fool to underestimate him. That space marine killed a lot of my kabalites and wyches."

"Yes, we made him fight in the arenas. He beat all of my wyches except for me without any armour or his own weapons. I was shocked that he knew how to use a razorflail and a skyboard," Renfaeda pointed out.

Tahril scoffed, "He can do a lot more than that. He somehow hacked into our communications systems and fed us false signals on Kaurava II. We followed it believing it to be the Farseer Caerys' vanguard. Instead we were surrounded by the Blood Ravens. He lured us into a trap. He's very cunning for a monkeigh."

"How could a monkeigh ever hack your communications though? That's literally impossible. You fell for something like that?" Aelendriel spoke up confused.

The black-haired archon shrugged, "We never quite figured it out. He must have had help from an Aeldari craftworlder. I don't believe the Blood Ravens fought Farseer Caerys' forces…so they were likely working together as preposterous as it sounds."

'Thank the Emperor…I thought he knew I could understand them for a second there. It's bad enough Shiralyn found out,' Seiras thought.

"Well now that we're all here…let's go over the battle plan," Faelan announced as everyone gathered a bit closer.

"My Kabal's forces will lead the vanguard. We are going to take all of our ships and troops to the base of the spire right here," Faelan held up a device to show a holographic map display.

Tahril nodded, "Yes…a good entry, but Velatha will expect that. She'll likely have fortifcations around that area. I wouldn't put it past her to put a ship over that area as well to bombard it from the air."

"Yes, the majority of the Kabal will be assailing from that location. It will draw in a large portion of her army. Meanwhile, we'll be taking a force to break through this foundry hanger right here. From what my hierarch has told me about the layout, it is the least protected area past the outer gates. Past the bridge over here, we can open the gates from the inside and allow our full army to enter the district. Once we're through the gates, we'll be fighting uphill through a large number of fortifications," Faelan began as he pointed out various displays and locations.

Tahril brought a hand to his chin, "How do you intend on dealing with their ships? They will likely be covering the palace and the anti-air towers. Unless you can get our ships closer to bombard their fortifications, they'll have no reason to engage us in an open-field slaughter."

"I was just getting to that. Most of the ships will be tied up battling theirs and covering our ground forces, but I will lead an advance raiding party from my flagship past there to take out the anti-air towers and allow my flagship and its escort to close in and bombard the spire itself. This will likely draw Velatha's flagship into direct engagement. I'm counting on your ships to whittle away her fleet from the outside. My suggestion is to drop your Kabalites into a flanking position over here. I will then spearhead the assault past the inner gate and to the Terrace of Eternal Slaughter. The trueborn district is near there as well if we need building cover. Knowing Velatha, she will likely send out her forces to engage in a full-scale clash once she sees me at that vanguard of the army. From there it's a simple matter of attrition. I expect them to charge into our forces. My scourges will take up positions around the flanks, and we will use the reavers and hellions as cavalry to mow down their kabalites in surgical flanking strikes. Your forces should wait back until we know where Lady Malys' forces strike from. I am mostly counting on you to combat that variable," Faelan explained.

Tahril sighed, "Knowing her, she likely has something sinister up her sleeve. Still, your plan does not count for the variable of Velatha's honour guard. She has dozens of incubi protecting her and the Bladed Sun leaders. I've heard reports that she wields a runesword as well. There's also the possibility of Ynnari making an appearance. This entire plan is dependent on martial superiority. If your forces fail to do any significant damage in this open field clash, then you will be easily overwhelmed. Fleet superiority will be vital in this mission. Your plan is discounting Lady Malys ship…it has advanced shadowfields and force shields. Harlequin tech I believe. It would be more appropriate for my forces to sneak in and take over the middle spire cannon so that we can use it against her once she arrives."

"Hmm…that might work," Faelan nodded.

"Lord Vect also has another plan for dealing with Lady Malys…on the chance that you have a traitor here, I will tell you in private," Tahril remarked.

Faelan nodded, "Very well. I will address the army now."

Turning his head back towards the ledge of the palace balcony, Faelan's voice projected through some type of amplifier, "Kabalites, Wyches, Scourges, and Mercenaries of Mid-Commorragh…hear me and obey!"

All of the dark eldar forces went silent as Faelan's voice echoed throughout the entire spire, "We are ready to deploy! The time has come for us to finally put an end to the arrogant defiance of Archon Velatha and the Kabal of the Bladed Sun!"

Many of the warriors cheered in thunderous approval and chants during Faelan's brief pause.

"The dracons have their orders from me and you will obey them without question! Save your hatred of each other and personal rivalries other for another time, because today we face a common enemy that must be slaughtered! Let Commorragh rain with blood! Let the screams of our pathetic enemies echo throughout the dark city as we bring glory to ourselves and to Supreme Archon Asdrubael Vect! There will be plenty of spoils for those of you who prove your worth and survive! Vulnerable maidens to despoil, wealth to claim, and joyful suffering to inflict! Cast our enemies into the dirt and sodomize every last spec of their feeble and undeserving pride! Make them scream in terror and take from them everything! For Lord Vect and the Kabal of the Twilight Shadow!" Faelan finished his rallying speech to the assembled army.

They all cheered and chanted a wide variety of things in bloodthirsty approval as the warriors dispersed to load up into ships.

Tahril smirked, "Come, Faelan…let us discuss the rest of the plans in private."

Faelan nodded as he followed Tahril away from the rest of the leaders there. Both of their incubi hosts followed them along with Meela. Seiras looked around wondering what he was supposed to do now.

"Everyone move to the flagship," one of the kabal dracons commanded.

Drukhari flagship, Misery of Twilight

The prebattle flight and anticipation had been one of high adrenaline and frantic stress from the Kabalites as they urgently talked over assignments or called out various things to Archon Faelan. Seiras was currently standing in the middle of the bridge next to Faelan along with his incubi, Meela, and the wych cult leaders.

From their vantage point, they could see out the window a fleet of other ships surrounding the flagship. Seiras was extra vigilant in watching how the pilots maneuvered and operated the vessel as well. That was going to be vital information later.

They had been flying for a few hours, but finally one of the kabalites announced something relevant, "Archon! The outer gate is within sight! Orders?!"

"Put her down and deploy the troops. Stay back out of range until we take down the tower cannons along the outer gate! Raiding Vanguard with me, now! Dracon Sethael bring the ship in once I give the signal!" Faelan commanded.

"As you command, Archon!" one of the dracons nodded before Faelan left with haste.

The group soon made their way to his personal ravager as well as two nearby ones as well. The additional ravagers looked modified like Faelan's ravager which implied they had shields and heavier armour. They were also slightly larger than normal.

Three incubi a piece got into the side ravagers, whilst the remaining six including Faelan and Meela filled up the middle. The wyches all dispersed as well. Seiras ended up on the right flanking ravager with Mokaela and Aelendriel.

As the three armoured skimmers levitated up and left the hanger, a screaming chorus of hundreds more followed. It was then that Seiras understood the sheer scale of the Kabal's military might as he saw hundreds of fighters shrieking out of the flagship's hanger ahead of them. Behind their Ravager vanguard, Seiras looked back and saw hundreds of other ravagers, raiders, and reaver jetbikes. He also saw razorwings and other fighters and bombers as well. Countless kabalite ground troops were deploying beneath them as they advanced in a massive force towards the outer gate. Hellions flew in ahead of the ground forces.

Enemy vehicles and ships launched from the walls of the outer gate as the sentry towers opened fire on their ships and the ground forces below. Glancing forward again, Seiras saw tens of thousands of Kabalites manning the outer wall. Weapons fire immediately opened up in all directions as the attackers and defenders unloaded ridiculous amounts of ordinance at one another.

Seiras saw the shield around their ravager flicker as several shots hit it, implying they had some protection from enemy fire. The opening clash was as violent a charge Seiras had ever seen. Both sides were mowing each other down on the ground with neither side really making much progress initially.

Raiders, ravagers, and reavers were falling out of the sky and exploding all around the battlefield like a meteor shower as they made it to the outer gate finally. Seiras watched as the skimmer vehicles flew side by side over the top gunning down or running over any resistance in the way. It wasn't long before their ravager party reached the first gun tower.

Many hours later

Faelan's plan had gone as smoothly as Seiras expected, but the sheer scale of the two Kabal armies fighting one another in a full-scale siege had been a battle of terrible attrition. He had seen conflicts like this before between Imperial Guard Regiments and greenskins, but unlike those armies which committed wholly to drowning the enemy in bodies and overwhelming firepower, the Eldar armies fought differently. With both sides often retreating back and forth and trying to outmaneuver one another into advantageous skirmishes. This was happening in both the skies and the ground. While Seiras didn't have an issue with it tactically, he noticed that both armies were hesitant to take any risks which was frustratingly boring. Though it was outlawed by the Codex Astartes, Seiras imagined a full legion of Astartes could easily break these defenses with a vanguard of breacher squads and a dozen land raiders.

Thankfully however, the siege against the enemy Kabal's army had at least broken through the outer gate and into the heart of their inner territory. Countless dark eldar ships battled throughout the skies as the ground forces played games of cat and mouse with each other…both charging and retreating an unbearable amount of times.

If things kept up like this, the battle could easily last for many more days. Seiras actually was able to track the time that had passed thanks to his power armour. It had 50 hours since the battle began. The warriors on both sides had grown tired from this endless siege, and Seiras estimated at least a third of both armies had died in the attrition of the conflict. Many troops were using stimulants to keep up their bloodlust and stave off the weariness, but that did little to change much. At this point, Seiras just wanted the two armies to commit to an actual clash so the battle could end sooner.

Luckily, his hopes were finally coming to fruition as their forward party broke through the fortifications around the inner gate and into the Terrace of Eternal Slaughter at the base of the palace spire. This area appeared to be in an open courtyard terrace which was easily several kilometers in diameter. The majority of the enemy army had retreated back to the front of the final palace gate and entrenched themselves around it. Tens of thousands of troops were now facing each other down as they ignored the fleet battle overhead.

Faelan's forces wasted no time moving in to assail them, but as their army marched closer, a voice then projected loudly throughout the tattered streets and spires which was no doubt coming from the palace.

"Cease fire, kabalites! I would speak with Faelan face to face!" a female eldar voice commanded.

Faelan then held up his arm as he spoke into the alien comm, "Kabalites, hold your fire for now!"

The front line kabalites as well as countless other allied forces halted about one hundred meters from the entrenched enemy army as they saw the gates to the palace spire opening. From it came dozens of incubi and a well armoured looking drukhari female which Seiras immediately figured was Archon Velatha. She was fully armoured and carrying a crazy looking runesword that was actually on fire much to Seiras' surprise. Her hair and eyes were both purple.

She fearlessly walked towards the front of her entrenched army and spoke loudly, "Meet me in the middle, if you have the courage, Faelan!"

Faelan immediately jumped off of his ravager and motioned for all of his incubi, the wych cult leaders, and Seiras to follow him as he walked forward. The ravager pilots still followed behind them however in the likelihood of treachery. Velatha proceeded with a large portion of her incubi and seemed completely confident in herself. Before long, both archons were mere meters from one another between both armies.

"You made it further than I expected, Archon Faelan…I must commend you for your commitment in this siege. You're truly a military genius, and I acknowledge you as a worthy rival and warrior," her voice echoed through her broadcast amplifier.

Faelan spoke into a similar one that projected his own voice over the battlefield and through everyone's comms, "Ah, so you show yourself at last, Velatha! I was wondering how many of your kabalites I had to kill before you'd leave your palace and face me in combat!"

"You do not want to face me in combat…for I am the Bride of Khaine! I have come to make you an offer only because I respect you. Surrender and you can join us in the great rebirth of the Aeldari Empire! I'll even let you become my right hand! Our efforts are wasted on each other. Our lives and blood are better spent in destroying our enemies!" Velatha ranted with bloodthirsty excitement.

Faelan stared at her curiously, "After all of this, you think I would kneel to you? Surely, you're delusional if you expected me to accept such a ludicrous offer. I stand on the side of Lord Asdrubael Vect, not your masters or you!"

"Vect is a short-sighted and petty tyrant who has no vision for our race! For someone who claims to have lived before the Fall, I'm utterly appalled that he would jealously cling to his worthless dominion here rather than reclaim our lost glory! Even the esteemed Lelith Hesperax saw this to be true. You can be so much more than his pawn, Faelan! Surely you realize that, don't you?" Velatha scoffed.

"I would sooner stand with Vect than with the likes of Lady Malys…you are the pawn here, Velatha!" Faelan stated condemningly.

"Malys isn't my master…but she can see what Vect cannot! That this city and all of its denizens are living on borrowed time. How long before the warp swallows it whole and the Great Enemy wins? The high priestess Yvraine has made this known to me. Things must change or our entire race will become extinct! I do not aspire to take Vect's throne or conquer Commorragh…no I aspire to be the vanguard in our empire's glorious return! Vect fears the Ynnari because he doesn't understand! I will show him the truth! Ynnead will resurrect Kaela Mensha Khaine and together they will destroy She-Who-Thirsts! We will at long last be free to reconquer this galaxy that rightfully belongs to the Aeldari Empire! I will bring an end to this endless night!" Velatha ranted with zealous hysteria.

'That's the last thing the Imperium needs. I'm glad they're killing this psychopath…' Seiras thought as he watched Velatha hold up her flaming sword.

"This Yvraine is the one who nearly destroyed Khaine's Gate and almost caused a dimensional collapse in Commorragh. The only danger Commorragh faces is from Ynnari sympathizers like you and your followers! You call yourself the Bride of Khaine?! That's amusing…you're nothing more than a minor archon who seeks a claim to glory because you cannot acquire it any other way." Faelan chuckled.

Velatha's flaming sword began to glow now as runes lit up over it.

"This sword is called Sunfang! It was forged from a shard of the Widowmaker, and Khaine's power flows through it! The blade speaks to me! Khaine speaks to me!" she exclaimed darkly.

'Wasn't Widowmaker the legendary sword of their wargod? If that sword is actually forged from a shard of it, then it wouldn't be very different from a daemon sword in that regard. No wonder she's gone crazy carrying that thing around…' Seiras speculated.

"You are all blind…I will make you see!" Velatha howled as her flaming sword lit up in what looked like warpfire now. Moments later she swung it behind herself causing a stream of fire to launch out of the blade and back through the still open palace entrance.

Everyone was confused and shocked by this display, until Velatha called out, "Rise Avatar of Khaine!"

Seiras felt a sense of dread as he saw a pair of molten eyes light up in the darkness and a molten behemoth stomping out of the palace entrance. Faelan visibly took a step back and gawked in complete disbelief. All of the wyches looked gravely concerned as the Avatar of Khaine marched out towards Velatha and her massive incubi escort.

"Behold, Faelan…your demise!" Velatha laughed maniacally as the Avatar of Khaine stopped behind her.

"Impossible…how do you have one of those?!" Renfaeda couldn't help but remark.

'How in the warp could Dark Eldar summon an Avatar of Khaine?! Doesn't that require the infinity circuit of a craftworld and an exarch sacrifice? Those things are a nightmare to take down. Not only that but Velatha's sword is infused with raw warp energy. Assuming she's a good fighter, we're in trouble.' Seiras thought concerned.

"Oh, and that's not all…you think you have us cornered? Well why don't you look up, Faelan!" Velatha laughed.

Up above them now, Seiras felt one of his two hearts skip a beat as he saw a massive fleet of new ships closing in fast. He guessed they were the Kabal of the Poisoned Tongue as a flagship shot several of their fleet's escort ships out of the air. One quickly went crashing into a nearby spire.

"I also see you have a space marine slave, Faelan…that's cute. I wonder how effective he'll be against mine! Terror Squad to me!" Velatha spoke in gothic for some reason.

It was hard to say who was more shocked between Faelan or Seiras as the sound of jump packs and a loud intimidating chorus echoed around them, "AVE DOMINUS NOX!"

Seiras could barely believe his eyes when he saw not one or two, but NINE Astartes land next to Velatha. There wore dark blue armour with lightning streaked paintjobs. They also had red bat wings on their helmets and jump packs. These were Night Lord Raptors by the looks of it. They didn't appear to suffer from any chaos corruption, but they were undeniably renegade Astartes. The sheer absurdity of seeing Night Lords working for an Archon who also somehow summoned an Avatar of Khaine was staggering.

"That's not good…" Seiras muttered aloud.

"She has space marines working for her?!" Aelendriel gasped as the bloodthirsty Nightlords twirled their weapons in intimidating displays.

"It's over for you, Faelan…you should have taken my offer. Now you will die," Velatha smiled wickedly.

The sound of explosions and screaming briefly distracted Faelan as he looked back for a moment. Countless forces deployed from the newly arrived enemy ships as the majority of Faelan's fleet moved in to engage them. That didn't stop the newly arrived Kabal's flagship from blasting apart a massive chunk out of Faelan's army behind him.

"Kabalites open fire! Slaughter these curs for Khaine!" Velatha commanded. Moments later her entrenched forces opened fire on Faelan's.

"Go forth Terror Squad! Bring me that space marine, alive!" Velatha commanded the Night Lords in gothic now as she pointed at Seiras.

'I was not expecting this…' Seiras thought concerned.

"ALL WARRIORS break formation and engage all enemies!" Faelan commanded. His troops immediately charged against the entrenched army as blood, fire, and explosive ordinance erupted in all directions.

Seiras could barely comprehend what was all happening as he watched Velatha's forces charge in from their line. The Avatar of Khaine immediately went to work trying to slaughter Faelan's group, but they all dispersed quickly from its range. Before it could single any of them out, the two armies had reached each other in a point-blank collision.

With both his sword and halberd out, Seiras cleaved apart kabalites left and right that attacked him. He could barely process what was happening as he cut down dozens in mere seconds. It wasn't long before the nine Night Lords moved in to attack him specifically.

Seeing the obvious danger of the Astartes, and fearing the result of getting between them, many kabalites began to avoid their fighting. A noticeable gap started to appear around Seiras and the Night Lords as they flew in and charged him with relentless ferocity. These warriors were clearly no neophytes as they tactically attacked him all at once using remarkable melee skill and speed.

In his brief half second respites, Seiras nimbly dodged bolter and plasma fire from those who narrowly missed their opening attacks. Like sharks or bloodthirsty bats, they circled around him with unending aggressive sweeps.

Seiras doubted he would have lasted very long against them if it hadn't been for the Immortis upgrade from Melisara. With custodian speed and power, the librarian dueled against the Night Lords with every last bit of his skill, effort, and warrior instinct.

Some of them had lightning claws, a few had chain swords, and one was even wielding a chain glaive with both hands. Most of them carried bolters as well, but the obvious leader of the group had a plasma pistol holstered to his side and was dual wielding a power sword as well as the most unique looking power weapon Seiras had ever seen. It looked like a one-handed power maul, but it was modified with electric razorcoil wrapped around the top. The weapon had a similar likeness to the clubs wrapped in barbwire that a hive ganger might use.

Deciding that he wasn't going to win in a straight up brawl whilst fighting enemies on all sides, Seiras did something unexpected. He ran away and straight for the cover of buildings in the distance. Not even bothering to look back at what was happening on the battlefield, Seiras charged at full speed as he attempted to distance himself into a more advantageous terrain.

The Night Lords immediately fired up their jump packs as they flew after him as fast as possible. One instantly managed to intercept Seiras but was quickly sent flying as Seiras avoided his chain sword and collided with him at full speed. Several follow up landings immediately surrounded him again, but they were not expecting his speed as Seiras cleaved his Nemesis Force halberd in a wide arc cutting all three of them.

Seiras immediately twirled the weapon in an attempt to land finishing blows, but the one he had knocked away earlier covered his injured brothers as he fired two shots from his own plasma pistol. The first shot missed, but the second hit him square in the chest causing Seiras to go staggering back with a dented hole burned halfway through his armour.

The others wasted no time coming in after him as the three he had cut down slowly got back up. The Night Lords unloaded ranged attacks at him from their bolters and plasma weapons. Seiras unfortunately couldn't dodge them all as another two plasma shots melted a shot halfway through his pauldron and left greave.

The librarian moved with haste as he managed to run into a dark and narrow cover between two buildings. He slowed his movements now as he tried to set up a counterattack for the next inevitable ambush.

"Why do you run, loyalist coward?!" one of them hissed through a vox speaker. There was no doubt that his voice could give a normal person a heart attack. Even as a space marine, Seiras considered them intimidating.

As he briefly scanned the skies, the Blood Raven saw a Nightlord land overhead on one of the spires. Several others landed around him on other various spires and building rooftops. While this wasn't too alarming at first, Seiras then saw hundreds of scourges descending from the upper spires of the palace like a murder of crows. Some had come to help the Night Lords attack him, much to his dread, but a vast majority flew to engage Faelan's army. He quickly scattered the ones that came his direction as he unloaded bolter fire, but that didn't stop them from shooting back. The Night Lords remained where they were as they watched him from the rooftops.

The winged Drukhari all opened fire on him forcing Seiras to take cover in the shadows further away. He didn't stay still for long as he did his best to sneak further away into a more defensible area. It was then that he heard the quiet humming of power armour followed by the sound of swishing air.

The librarian ducked down as a chain glaive scraped off of his pauldron and collided against the wall. The Night Lord who swung it immediately reared the weapon back for a flurry of arcing swings. The chain weapon's teeth and motor let out fearsome screaming sounds as Seiras parried it several times with his sword. Unsurprisingly, due to the nature of chain weapons, his sword couldn't pull away from it easily as the Night Lord pressed with both arms forcing his own blade closer to the librarian's helmet.

Pushing back hard with his sword, the librarian angled it down as he opened fire with the wrist mounted storm bolter on his sword arm. The point-blank shots hit the other Astartes in the helmet which gave him a perfect opening. Taking advantage of the situation, Seiras then used his halberd to cleanly cut the chain glaive in half from the hilt.

The Night Lord barely had time to react before Seiras jabbed his blade into the other marine's armour. He didn't get the chance to finish him off unfortunately as two more landed in the shadows. One managed to stab a lightning claw into his chest from behind, but there was little he could do to counter as the other two tackled him to the ground.

Now held down by three Night Lords, they quickly disarmed his melee weapons as one each took an arm. The one that had stabbed him from behind with a lightning claw held both weapons to his throat from behind. Seiras was then forced to his knees as the other six landed next to him.

"Velatha said to bring him alive…but she didn't specify 'in one piece.'" The Night Lord leader chuckled.

Seiras looked at the Night Lord leader as he raised his power maul over his shoulder. He looked down at the librarian and laughed, "You're skilled, I'll give you that, but you were a fool to run over here by yourself."

"Why are you serving xenos, Night Lord?" Seiras tried to buy some time by asking the question.

The Night Lord chuckled at his question, "I could ask the same of you…but I suppose we'll save that for your interrogation later. You're a librarian and you're Deathwatch too…I take it you can't use any psyker tricks with that collar on, now can you?"

"Nine on one against a librarian who can't use psychic powers…you're awfully proud of yourselves aren't you? You may call yourselves Astartes, but you're nothing more than gene-enhanced hive thugs to me," Seiras taunted them.

'They might let go the moment he swings at me with that weapon. I only have once chance to make this work…' Seiras thought desperately as he felt the grips of the flanking Night Lords relax slightly.

"What did you just say?!" the leader growled through his vox as he swung the power maul down.

As Seiras anticipated, the flanking Night Lords released their hold a second before the attack hit. It was all he needed to dodge the attack and dive for his halberd. Before any of them had even realized what happened, the librarian swung it with both hands cleaving his three former restrainers completely in half.

He quickly pulled a grenade off and threw it at the group of six causing the others to scatter away as their jump packs ignited. Seiras wasted no time grabbing his sword in the distraction before charging into another dark street for concealment.

'Three down, six to go,' the librarian thought as he urgently looked around for the remaining Night Lords to attack. By this time, the scourges had all since moved on to engage other foes in battle. That left this part of the battlefield slightly eerie. He remained still in the darkness as he thought about his next best course of action.

"You think darkness is your ally?" a Night Lord's voice came through a message on his personal vox channel.

Seiras could feel the hairs on his neck standing on edge even within his own power armour. Every single part of his instincts and superhuman senses told him to move.

Doing just that, he barely side-stepped in time as he heard lightning claws penetrating through the wall behind him. He expected another team ambush as he heard screaming howls coming from adjacent angles up above. To his disbelief, he saw no Night Lords, despite the sounds. More loud echoing sounds distracted him now as they came from his flank.

He reflexively swung his halberd in its direction only to meet with nothing again. Turning his head towards where the lightning claws had punctured the wall, Seiras saw that they were no longer there. Even despite being a space marine, he felt dread and paranoia from these terror tactics. It might have even been fear. He couldn't even imagine what Night Lords or this other Kabal would do to him if he failed. Seiras used his helmets sensors to try and read any type of lifesign, but it was to no avail.

Before long he heard the noises of the Night Lords flying in again. His eyes darted back and forth all around the area as the noises appeared to be false distractions once more. Seiras' gaze finally met with one Night Lord at the end of an opposite alleyway charging at him with his lightning claws slicing through the walls causing a loud crackling shriek.

Another sound drew his attention to the right causing him to swing his sword again. Instead of coming from the right however, a power maul bashed him from the left side and sent him flying to the ground.

The Night Lord Leader wasted no time bringing his maul down for another swing. Seiras barely managed to raise his sword to deflect it but was disarmed in the process. The Nightlord charging down the alley quickly fired up his jump pack before diving at Seiras with both lightning claws outstretched.

Seiras tried to lift his halberd up to impale the descending Night Lord, but another Night Lord swiftly appeared and forced the weapon down with a chain sword. Another further back unloaded an entire magazine of a bolter pistol at him.

Despite a few shots managing to hit him and explode against his power armour, Seiras made a move that none of them were expecting. He dropped his Nemesis Force Halberd causing the Night Lord with the chainsword to go staggering forward. Seiras immediately tripped him and used the Night Lord as a human shield against the descending one with the dual lightning claws.

The lightning claws punctured through most of the other Night Lord's chest as the landing enemy hit him. Seiras swiftly rolled out from under them both as he picked up his glaive. The space marine with the bolter pistol tried to bring down his singular lightning claw on the other hand but Seiras managed to parry it just in time. The Night Lord tried to overpower him until the storm bolter on Seiras' forearm unloaded the rest of its rounds into him at point blank range.

Pulling his halberd free, Seiras gripped it with both hands and brought it down in a diagonal slash carving the Night Lord in half. The body's carved halves hadn't even reached the ground before he decapitated the other Night Lord with the dual lightning claws that had stabbed his ally moments earlier. He then finished off the one that had been impaled by stabbing his glaive through the other marine's helmet.

'Six down, three to go,' Seiras thought mechanically as he advanced towards the Night Lord Leader.

The other two remaining Astartes besides the leader each moved in to duel Seiras in melee combat, but their lack of numbers now could no longer mitigate Seiras' superior strength and speed as he cut them both down without much effort.

The Blood Raven let out a bloodthirsty howl through his vox speaker at the leader after cutting the final two down, "Now it's your turn!"

The leader didn't move for a moment or say a word as he remained still. Seiras instantly picked up his force sword during the pause and wielded it in his offhand now.

The Night Lord leader held up his power sword and the power maul as he looked around at the dead Night Lords. He spoke with a dark almost melancholic voice, "You will die for this…"

"We'll see about that, won't we?" the Blood Raven growled as he charged in.

As the librarian charged, the Night Lord simply ignited his jump pack and flew away without coming back much to Seiras' shock. Looking at the now dead Night Lords, Seiras decided to loot them for any grenades, ammo, or noteworthy belongings. One of which included a modified plasma pistol with bat wings and a longer barrel.

'A plasma pistol will be useful,' Seiras thought as he holstered it to the side and reloaded his storm bolter. He then looked at the jump pack on one, 'Hmm…I could use that as well.'

Although it took about two minutes, Seiras managed to clip the jump pack onto his powerpack. He half expected the Night Lord leader to show up again at some point, but he wanted to be extra prepared for it.

Using the newly equipped jump pack, Seiras flew up to one of the spires and looked down to see how the battle was going in the distance. Peering back into the Terrace of Eternal Slaughter, Seiras saw that the battle was pure chaos. Kabalites from both sides were gunning each other down or battling in melee skirmishes. The wyches of the Cult of Eternal Night proved far more effective as melee combatants than the baseline Kabalites, but the sheer amount of weapons fire spraying throughout the battlefield proved impossible for many of them to effectively dodge.

Reavers and Hellions fell from the skies as well as ships, scourges, and crumbling buildings. The Avatar of Khaine was cleaving ranks apart without much difficulty as the daemonic eldar behemoth tanked through every attack that was thrown at it. To Seiras' concern, the Bladed Sun Kabal appeared to be winning the battle on the ground and in the air.

He scanned the battlefield looking for his 'masters' and quickly spotted Faelan was dueling Velatha on his own Ravager as it circled around the Avatar of Khaine shooting at it. One of the specially armoured Ravagers was already split in half and several incubi from both sides were dead around their masters.

Watching Faelan move, Seiras was not surprised to see he moved just as fast as Renfaeda did. He had his own power sword, but it didn't seem nearly as dangerous as Velatha's runesword, Sunfang. Every time she swung it, flames would streak out and kill random people. To his fascination, Velatha seemed to be a better fighter than even Faelan was.

The sound of a deafening cannon barrage quickly drew his attention as Seiras looked up at the palace spire and saw its turrets gun down the Poisoned Tongue Kabal ships with its full ordinance. That wasn't all…there was also some floating ziggurat overhead much to Seiras' amazement.

It unleashed devastating dark matter weapons fire against the Poisoned Tongue Kabal's flagship causing its shadowfield shields to flicker away. The flagship immediately fled the area shortly afterward. The ziggurat's firepower was downright ridiculous as it then blasted a massive chunk out of Velatha's entrenched forces before shooting the Avatar of Khaine itself.

The Avatar endured the attacks…somehow, but it immediately went to the ground from the shots. Seiras watched with disbelief as the Ziggurat lowered itself closer onto the battlefield. From it came a massive armoured ravager.

The Ravager immediately flew down towards the Avatar of Khaine as it charged up a unique looking weapon on the back. A stream of blinding purple light shot out as the super ravager unloaded all of its weapons into the Avatar of Khaine. This successfully managed to blast it into submission as the Avatar slumped over and hardened. Its flaming body quickly began to flicker away shortly after.

Many people tried to attack the super ravager, but it had shields on it that put Faelan's ravager to shame as not even a cruiser overhead could destroy it. The ziggurat overhead immediately shot the cruiser out of the sky for even trying to do so.

To Seiras' fascination, Velatha then abandoned her battle with Faelan as she charged towards the Avatar of Khaine and stabbed it with her sword. The molten giant quickly reignited with flames as it stood back up and charged after the Ravager.

Velatha's voice broadcasted loudly over the battlefield, "I didn't think you had the balls to show up yourself, VECT!"

Seiras' eyes widened as he flew in to get a closer view, 'That's Asdrubael Vect?!'

A shrieking and eerie laughter echoed across the battlefield, "It's not like you to show up yourself, Vect. Were you perhaps worried that my forces were winning? Or did you wish to see me in person?"

"This has gone on long enough." Vect said with an annoyed groan as his voice broadcasted throughout the battlefield.

"Oooh? Hmm…mmhmmahahaha!" the bizarre and disturbing laughter echoed even louder.

Velatha quickly interjected, "Don't ignore me, Vect! Come fight me if you have balls! We'll see how tough you really are! I challenge you to a duel to the death! Just you and me!"

"For all your talk of rebuilding the Aeldari Empire, you certainly act like a tribalistic savage. The mystical gypsy craftworlders and your death-worshipping Ynnari friends have twisted your mind quite a bit. You want me to fight you in some unnecessary ritual duel just to prove I'm more fit to rule than you are? Why would I do that? Unlike the rest of you moronic barbarians, I don't feel the need to sully my hands with brutish displays of strength in order to prove my superiority to the masses. Everyone knows who I am, and everyone fears me. I don't need to lift a finger to get rid of any of you…that's the benefit of being me." Vect scoffed.

"If you were truly alive before the Fall like you claim, then why don't you do anything?! Commorragh is falling apart, Vect! Surely you know this! I won't sit around and wait to be swallowed whole by She-Who-Thirsts! I work with the Ynnari because I actually care about more than just myself!" Velatha shot back.

Vect smirked at her, "So noble, Velatha…if that's how you feel, then why don't you take your entire Kabal to loot Necron Tomb Worlds and steal their pylons? Enough of those in Commorragh would protect us indefinitely from the warp."

"I…is that what you've been planning?" Velatha asked a bit bewildered.

"One of many future plans, but it will correct the damage to Khaine's Gate that was left behind by your Ynnari friends and by Malys' meddling no doubt. Eventually it should even halt soul decay," Vect replied nonchalantly.

"Ooohahaha?! Vect, surely you can't be serious…you're the one that opened Khaine's Gate and let daemons in to kill all of your rivals. You're also the one who hijacked a daemon-infested space hulk and brought it into Commorragh. You're trying to sway my loyal Velatha into believing such preposterous lies?" Malys countered.

Vect glanced down at Velatha, "Surrender to me, Velatha and we'll discuss your reparations for defying my rule. I could actually use somebody like you. I have plans to gather the shards of Khaine as well. That is your expertise yes?"

"I…" Velatha seemed hesitant to accept at first until Vect waved her over.

"Come get on my Dais of Destruction…I'll even let you keep that warp sword," Vect said coolly.

To everyone's complete disbelief, Velatha walked towards the large ravager and got on it. The fact that Vect allowed her onto his ravager was a sign of disbelief to all the nearby Drukhari. As she got aboard, Vect's incubi immediately put stasis restraints on the archon as she was forced to the front.

"Now tell your warriors to surrender and I'll pretend the Bladed Sun Kabal didn't openly rebel against me," Vect commanded.

"Kabalites…stand down," Velatha ordered much to Seiras' shock.

"Velatha?! You dare side with Vect?! You insolent short-sighted girl!" Malys hissed in her weird accent.

"Urien, teleport this Avatar to my vault. We will make use of this thing later," Vect commanded.

The Avatar of Khaine began to start glowing moments later before it was teleported away by the ziggurat. Vect's Dais of Destruction ravager began to fly away and back towards his ziggurat a moment later.

"Spare my surviving warriors, Lord Vect, and we're yours to command," Velatha requested.

"It shall be so…Warriors of The Bladed Sun Kabal, you're now under Archon Faelan's command until further notice. Wipe out Malys' forces, and you can keep your paltry lives. Incubi in service to Velatha, you have my permission to come aboard the ziggurat. Your master and I have business to attend to," Vect announced.

Everyone present had already stopped fighting during this exchange, but it didn't take long for Seiras to notice the Bladed Sun Kabalites and ships open fire on the Poisoned Tongue forces.

'How in the warp did he just convince them to give up and switch sides like that? Velatha didn't seem the type to go down without a fight. She seemed like a religious lunatic. Maybe she actually has faith in Vect's plan to fix Commorragh? Eldar politics are bizarre,' Seiras thought incredulously.

"How dare you, Velatha! You will suffer for this!" Malys spoke furiously.

"You're not the only one who can sway loyalties, Malys. Though you were foolish to believe Tahril was on your side," Vect replied nonchalantly.

"I've tracked her down, Lord Vect. Relaying the location to you now. Would you like me to pursue?" Tahril spoke up over the broadcast.

The Supreme Archon chuckled, "No, help Faelan wipe out her vanguard army here first. We will deal with Malys' Ynnari friends later."

"Oooh? You think I told Tahril everything do you?" Malys giggled in a maniacal fit.

Moments later, a massive explosion detonated within the palace completely razing it and killing many within its range. All the nearby spires also began to collapse and fall apart before Seiras saw them getting sucked in by what he assumed was a singularity.

Vect's ziggurat quickly countered it by firing some type of dark matter super weapon into the black hole causing it to instantly evaporate.

"Amateur effort, Malys…Black holes are my thing and I was expecting that. Are you copying my style now?" Vect taunted her.

Despite the singularity only being active for a few seconds, it completely warped and destroyed the overwhelming majority of the palace and the surrounding spires.

"Were you expecting this too?" she laughed as an Ynnari fleet decloaked in the distance and flew in to cover the fleeing Poisoned Tongue Kabal ships.

Seiras jaw dropped when he saw what was at the front of the Ynnari fleet. It was a rotating pyramid fortress ship. Although he had never seen anything like it before, the rotating fortress matched the description of a Blackstone Fortress.

'What is this insanity?!' Seiras thought horrified. He had safely flown a good distance away from the terrace in order to avoid the explosion of the palace and was now on top of a remaining spire. His HUD zoomed in to examine the Ynnari fleet. It was massive.

"You actually brought one of THOSE into Commorragh?! Are you insane?!" Vect demanded furiously.

"The Talisman of Vaul will make quick work of your forces, Vect. Mmhmmhahaha!" Malys cackled with hysteria.

Seiras didn't get a chance to keep watching the battle as the sound of jump pack drew him from his observation. The surviving Night Lord Leader flew into him at full speed tackling Seiras off the spiretop he was currently on.

The Blood Raven wasted no time stabbing the Night Lord with his sword and tearing it through half of the enemy's torso as they both went flying off into the distance. Unfortunately, the Night Lord seemed content to accept his death as he stabbed his own blade into Seiras' jump pack destroying its engine in the process.

"For my brothers!" The Night Lord howled as he flew Seiras over a massive several kilometer drop. The librarian quickly finished the last Night Lord off, but it wasn't in time to stop the Night Lord from sending them both spiraling into the abyssal drop.

Seiras tried to salvage the situation as he was now freefalling, but with his jump pack damaged and the dead Night Lord's jump pack still firing off, he could only watch the other space marine's corpse go flying out of his reach.

'Damn it! I can't die like this!' Seiras thought urgently as he looked around for any way to stop his descent.

'Wait…my collar has that teleporter relay on it! I don't know if it works while I'm moving, but that's the only option I have right now,' the librarian thought desperately as he holstered his force sword and reached up to press the collar's button.

Several seconds passed as nothing happened much to Seiras' dread. Then to his relief, he heard Melisara's voice coming through his vox channel, "Are you ready to teleport here, Seiras? The tracker says you're falling…"

"Can you do it? I got thrown off a several kilometer drop!" he responded in his vox call.

"Yes…there's only one issue though. Your collar negates warp teleportation, so I'll have to use haemonculus teleportation. It deconstructs and reconstructs you atomically and takes a bit longer since it temporarily separates your soul from your body. You're not about to hit anything are you?" Melisara asked casually.

"No but hurry up!" he shouted into the vox.

"I got you, don't panic my dear," Melisara chuckled.

True to her word, Melisara's teleportation proved successful as Seiras saw himself glowing in a strange light.

Khaine's Gate, Commorragh

Seiras immediately materialized a on the ground in front of Melisara. The teleportation was a very unpleasant experience as every part of his body ached in pain from it.

"Ughh…that hurt worse than the collar!" Seiras growled in agony as he forced himself upright.

"Yeah, sorry about that. It had to override the warp restraints on your collar so I could transfer your soul here too. Obviously, that would cause a bit of pain," Melisara said casually as Seiras stood up finally.

"So, we're finally here…where is Ferrus Manus at?" Seiras asked.

His question was answered as an armoured floating pod moved closer, "Oh he's in there."

"That battle was ridiculous. Vect himself showed up…and then there was this Ynnari fleet. They have a Blackstone Fortress!" Seiras exclaimed.

Melisara nodded, "Yes, I was watching the battle while waiting for you. Quite a headache indeed. Vect's a smart boy though. He'll take care of that. Luckily it gives us a larger window of time."

"You're not concerned about that at all?" he asked.

The haemonculus shrugged, "Vect has Necron and ancient Eldar tech on his ziggurat. He can handle one of those things. Though that's assuming Malys doesn't have other tricks up her sleeve. Still, I'm not worried. Vect has Urien Rakarth with him…he'll be fine."

"Right…so how are we going to get inside Khaine's Gate? Where is it?" Seiras asked as he looked around.

Melisara pointed into the distance, "It's right there…the whole horizon is technically Khaine's Gate."

Seiras could barely believe his eyes, "It's bigger than a hive city? How are we getting into there?! Also why didn't you teleport us closer?"

"It was recently 'repaired'", Melisara emphasized heavily, "but there are holes in it still. Vect has been installing necron pylons there to negate most of breaches. That's usually what he has his Kabal doing these days. It's also why I asked Tahril to get me Necron specimens. But I digress, the Gate has over a million pariahs caged across its length. They are kept eternally alive and surprisingly comfortable there. The part we're going through is near the newly installed Necron Pylons. There's a small blind spot that's still under construction. That's our way in. You'll probably experience intense pain the closer we get to it, so I'm going to keep your collar on until we actually get inside of the warp. That'll keep you somewhat functional until then. It's also why I teleported you this far away from it. This is my personal ship over here. It has advanced shields, cloaking, and a bunch of other fun things. It'll get us close."

As she finished her explanation, Seiras saw a small space vessel decloak next to them. He estimated it to be about one hundred meters in length and it looked like an ancient ship. Knowing Melisara, he assumed it was probably from before the Fall.

"Well, let's not waste any time then…I'm ready to see this done," Seiras nodded.

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Alright another chapter done. I have a ton of time to write these more consistently thanks to Papa Nurgle's COVID-19 plague and the quarantine it caused. So this chapter was filled to the brim with insane shit and it's 21 k words because excess is my forte. Here's my commentary:

We start of with the continuation of the lemon from last chapter. I went ahead and wrote a small one there just because why not? Half of you guys only read this fic for the lemons anyways. Seiras ends up giving Sylea what she wants but afterwards, he feels strange about it as he tries to make sense of pair bonding and human connection. Despite his sexual encounters up until now, Seiras still doesn't equate sex to love as he himself remarks he's never really had a good experience with sex (except Jessenta…though he believes he corrupted her which makes him feel guilty). Space Marines don't understand romance in the slightest, and Seiras is no exception. There's more than just lemons here…he's trying to understand feelings and is in the process becoming more human.

Moving on from that Nelfaera shows up and forces Seiras to eat her food. They both do a bunch of drugs and even bring Shiralyn Khestri along. I threw in another lemon there too so you deviants wouldn't get bored with all the action and plot heavy stuff coming up for a while. After the drug party, Seiras awakes and sees Aenaria supposedly, but realizes it isn't really her. She transforms into the shadowseer, and Seiras asks if she's Sylandri Veilwalker...which she is. The shadowseer unsurprisingly tells Seiras that Aenaria is the one trying to trick him and that she has had visions of him. Sadly, she disappears after Shiralyn wakes up and shortly after that Renfaeda walks in on Nelfaera's room. Lots of drama is going to be popping off once Seiras gets back to the palace.

So each of the drugs featured in this are kind of just mirrored reflections of real life drugs. Warpdust is literally cocaine, but way crazier. Wraithweed is sort of like marijuana. Obviously the Nightbliss Nectar is just a super aphrodisiac. The time stoppers however are sort of like the drug Slow-Mo, from Dredd. Go check that out if you haven't seen it.

Now if you're a fan of WH Fantasy, you'll recognize the name of Velatha's sword, Sunfang. It's also the name of Tyrion's sword. In Fantasy it was created by Caledor Dragontamer and is a magical flaming sword. In the canon of my story, it was forged out of a shard of Khaine's Sword, the Widowmaker. Since Khaine was an Eldar God and the Widowmaker was made by another Eldar God, Vaul…it's super fucking powerful. Even with a shard of it, the weapon is near demi-god like. Think Eldar Daemon/God Sword…sort of like the crone swords. Velatha remarks that Khaine can talk to her through the blade…which is unusual but not unexpected. So why then would Vect spare her or why would she surrender to him? Why accept the risk unless he has some crazy plan? We saw that he decided to take the Avatar of Khaine for himself…why would Vect want one of those hmm?

Speaking of which, Pimp King Vect showing up was a fun little reveal for me to write. I assume people probably expected it to happen at some point, but hopefully it didn't disappoint. He pretty much told Velatha his plan to steal Necron Pylons and fill Commorragh with them in order to negate the warp. For those who find this preposterous, remember that the Necron Pylons on Cadia held the Eye of Terror back as well. He also comments he's gathering shards of Khaine...hmmm. Velatha chooses to surrender to Vect because his plan is actually pretty genius and it would make Commorragh completely safe from the warp. She also realizes that Vect's Ziggurat could nullify the Avatar of Khaine with its crazy necron weapons…meaning she could either die or submit to Vect's generous offer to surrender to him.

Now we didn't get to see Malys in person *cough* yet *cough*, but she's Vect's only real rival in Commorragh in the current timeline. Now I'm sure most of you have seen TTS. While I like most of it, I find TTS encourages the meme culture a bit too much. Nevertheless, Malys pretty much looks and talks like she does in episode 26 part 2. Now depending on what you believe to be the canon for DOW Soulstorm, Tahril is still good with Vect. Though he pretended to be an insider for Malys…which she suspected…which Vect suspected she suspected. So yeah Vect and Malys were trying to play 5-D chess with each other there. Though an interesting development is how in the world did Malys acquire a Blackstone Fortress?! For those that don't know, the Eldar call them the Talismans of Vaul as they were superweapons used in their ancient war against the Necrons. The Imperium found 6 of them in the Gothic Sector…3 of which Abaddon stole. Abaddon used one to destroy Cadia and gave another to Huron Blackheart. A 7th one was later found in Segmentum Pacificus implying that there are more than 6 in the canon lore. So yeah…there's your crash course on what was going on there.

As for the Night Lords Raptors being in this chapter, that is a curveball I threw out of nowhere. Why are they working for Velatha? We'll delve into that later, but they were essentially slaves just like Seiras is. Now fighting nine other space marines by himself was not an easy task. Seiras himself contemplates how screwed he would have been without his upgrades. After defeating most of them, he loots some stuff in classic Blood Raven fashion. The leader eventually attacks him again and suicidally tosses him off the tower in order to avenge his brothers. Luckily, Seiras is teleported away in time by Melisara.

Now that the two of them are approaching Khaine's Gate, we're finally going to see their attempt to resurrect Ferrus Manus. Some previews you can expect for the next chapter are various daemons (literally and metaphorically) showing up from Seiras' past to stop him.

Next chapter is going to be intense, so prepare yourselves for what I have in store. Once again, thanks for reading guys.