The Wayward Son

by Angelus Titanus

Specially chosen by the Ordo Malleus to help hunt down the leader of a warband of Emperor's Children, Kill Team Calamity of the Deathwatch encounter way more than they were counting on. Between Heretics, the Inquisition, Eldar, Dark Eldar, and Chaos one Blood Raven librarian has his faith truly tested in the midst of heresy and temptation in the 13th Black Crusade.

28. Chapter 28

This Commorragh arc is almost over guys. So there are a lot of characters mentioned and featured in this chapter, so I'll just give you a quick reminder before we start in case you've forgotten during the exposition dump and talking chapters. I assume you all know who the main four wyches are by now, so I won't mention them.

Syndra Therona: You'll meet her this chapter. She's the Cult of Strife Succubus Seiras killed on Kaurava. Was a witness to the ambush he set up using Aeldari technology along with Archon Tahril of the Black Heart Kabal.

Aenaria: The harlequin solitaire who has a bizarre fondness for riddles and games.

Ashera: The Fire Dragon Exarch

Tallath: The Striking Scorpion Exarch

Atharen: The Warp Spider Exarch

Sorellia: The Howling Banshee Exarch

Sylea: The Sororita Hospitaller and "living doll" slave of Maeralya.

Maeralya: The Lhamaean Courtesan and concubine of Archon Faelan.

Arika Medina: Cadian Major and surviving officer of the 127th Cadian Regiment.

Karyphea: The heliarch (lead hellion) of the Bladewind Sisters Hellion Gang. Nelfaera's cousin and a former noble of the Aeduna Family.

Shiralyn Khestri: noble captive of the Aeshul family and sole survivor of her family, Ynnari sympathizer.

Sylandri Veilwalker: The Shadowseer currently pursuing Seiras. Wants to take him to the Black Library.

Kaerith: a Hekatrix Bloodbride and underling of Nelfaera and Renfaeda. Gave Seiras performance enhancing drugs before his arena match.

Chapter 28: Impending Disaster

The past few hours went by relatively peaceful for Seiras as he and Melisara worked on learning all the hidden phrases in the advanced sign language. While a normal person could have easily picked up on most of it thanks to Melisara's excellent instruction, Seiras' perfect memory made the task even easier.

Part of him was still surprised that he never even knew this hidden sign language existed. 'Knowledge truly is power…there's no denying that. I know a lot more now than a regular Astartes should. I have a responsibility to use it wisely.' the librarian thought to himself briefly as he practiced the gestures for Melisara to critique.

"Good Seiras, but don't forget to make the circle with your index finger and thumb. You have bigger hands, so you should probably adjust the spacing a bit to make it more legible," the haemonculus commented.

Doing as instructed, he replicated the gesture, "Like this?"

"It will do. I will also give you a download of what I know of this for you to read on your own time once you're out of here. For now that should give you a sufficiently decent vocabulary of hidden words to communicate with Meela," she added as she worked over a console.

The two were currently in her personal chambers, but for some reason it didn't feel awkward or uncomfortable to him. He felt no shame admitting in his thoughts that he actually enjoyed Melisara's company…at least compared to any other alien he had ever encountered.

"You're certain that Faelan doesn't know this, right?" he asked cautiously.

"Well to be honest, I don't know if he does or not. It's not a topic we've ever discussed. I've never seen him use it before. Regardless of whether he can recognize some of it or not, your true issue is to determine if Meela is still loyal to the Imperium. I doubt she would blatantly tell you, and even if she did, it could be a lie to set you up. Just figure out what she wants to say and let me know. Until then make sure you keep things vague," the alien responded.

"Faelan seemed to think there would be a counterattack on the palace spire. Who is he expecting to retaliate?" Seiras followed up anxiously.

"That I don't know for certain. Harlequins would be the only real threat to the palace other than a full-fledged army attacking. The latter seems unlikely considering Vect routed Malys' forces. Though opportunists are well aware that the Kabal of the Twilight Shadow is in a vulnerable position now. I imagine if there was an attack, it would be the opportune time for the shadowseer to take you. You should be even more wary of the harlequins targeting you now," Melisara stated sternly.

Seiras nodded, "I already have concerns about them reappearing. Faelan specifically mentioned that Sylandri Veilwalker was with the Ynnari. She already approached me several times before. She told me that I couldn't trust the solitaire. I am not certain if I can trust Aenaria either."

"Trust none of them. The only eldar you can trust in this place is me. You're the prize in this game they're all playing right now. Remember that, Seiras." The dark-haired haemonculus reminded him.

"I still don't know what kind of a distraction I can make to escape this place with the other slaves. Also, you mentioned earlier about how we had to make it look like an accident and you couldn't directly help us. Can you elaborate on your own plans in this? Perhaps it will help me come up with something," Seiras said hopefully.

Melisara frowned, "Yes, unfortunately you're going to have to 'kill' me to make it look convincing. I already have my backup body grown and ready for it."

"Wait…you want me to kill you before we escape?!" he said shocked.

She nodded, "Yes…with the Dark matter Hexcannon I have set up in the lab. It can actually kill me, you, and even Ferrus. It's a weapon that uses both the glass plague and singularity displacement to destroy things on a molecular level. Super high tech…but it only has one shot and is rigged to self-detonate afterwards."

"I…do I have to kill you though?" he asked slowly.

Melisara tilted her head and smirked at him, "What's wrong? You growing too attached to me? Can't kill an 'evil' haemonculus?"

"I can…but I don't understand the necessity," he looked away a bit reluctantly.

"I also want you to destroy my lab here too. No evidence of anything to leave behind. Don't worry, I've already begun to start relocating a lot of my valuables from the vaults. The rest is easily replaceable and it will seem a large enough loss for it to not appear suspicious," she instructed.

"What about your wracks? Won't they be witnesses?" he asked.

"I sent them away to go work on something they perceive as 'important' a few stellar cycles before we left," she said with a mischievous smile, "They won't be coming back any time soon. Not to mention, they're good at keeping secrets. I've made sure of that."

Seiras nodded, "Alright, well now I just have to come up with a distraction while we escape. Do you have anything in mind? I mean considering how well you've planned everything up until now, I'd imagine so."

"I have nothing specific planned, but you inciting a power struggle in the Kabal would be one of the most effective methods. You could also lure the harlequins into attacking the spire by pretending to go along with their plan. If none of that works then summoning daemons to cause a disjunction would be the best option. From what it sounds like, you might have to wait until the Kabal is attacked," she noted.

"I had considered that last option not too long ago. It seems like a dangerous and terrible idea, but it would certainly send this place into chaos. I would prefer to avoid that route though since we would have to fight them too on our way out. The other major problem is it would disturb a lot of my allies if they saw me do something that heretical," Seiras sighed.

"Have you considered trying to summon the Legion of the Damned then?" she asked.

Seiras' eyes went wide, "What?! Is that even possible? They only showed up in the warp because of the Emperor…I doubt I could summon them like that."

"Well…another, albeit it unreliable, option is to have the Astartes that are currently in Commorragh to come attack the spire," she suggested.

"That idea seems like a good one. I'm surprised I didn't consider it viable sooner. Though they don't entirely trust me. They might assume it's a trap or that I'm setting them up," he sighed again.

Melisara chuckled, "Well here's my advice. Try all of them at the same time. I am positive they would all be effective to some extent. If all else fails, you and Ferrus can just fight your way out of here. He is a primarch so not much around here is going to stop him. Your enhancements will also ensure your survival. Though if you do end up having to summon daemons, make sure it's while your collar is still on. They won't suspect you of it then."

"How will I use my powers with the collar on?" he shook his head confused.

Melisara smirked as she attached a small device next to the tracker on his collar, "Press that button when you're ready for me to release it remotely. The spikes will recede, and the collar will loosen. You can then summon daemons and use the warp with it still attached. Press the button three times afterwards and I will remotely clamp it again."

"One of the craftworlders in that slave chamber said she could take the collar off with the right tool. She was the fire dragon exarch," he added.

The haemonculus grinned, "Good…then here's how you should go about the order of doing things. Try all of the other options and then summon daemons last if you have to. Bring her with you to my lab when you come to 'kill' me and let her remove it. I honestly doubt it will be necessary, but you should at least try to summon the Legion. That wouldn't be considered 'daemon summoning' to your other allies or to Ferrus."

"Well I can only hope that the other options go well. I will try regardless though," he said confidently.

"To get started with the first options…you should go along with satisfying the wyches for now. They will eventually turn on each other and I'm certain they're on edge since Faelan didn't return immediately. People tend to act wild and suspicious around here when he's away. This is an ideal time to find out if anyone is plotting something," Melisara said optimistically.

"On the way back I told them that Meela warned me of Maeralya being up to something," he stated.

"Ooooh, good. You're bound to cause some strife there…especially with Faelan absent. Maeralya has been under suspicion for quite some time, so inciting strife there would prove effective," she smiled.

Seiras frowned, "Should I try to escape before Faelan and Renfaeda return? This seems like a good window already."

"No, sadly…Faelan has half of his fleet with him still and could easily intercept an escape ship of slaves in the webway. You want him here so he's easier to get away from. Plus, you also want to see if Meela is worth salvaging yes?" she responded wittily.

"You're right, Melisara…do you know when they are returning?" he asked solemnly.

She thought for a moment, "A few days by your Terran calendar probably. This is a good opportunity for you to go sleep around with Renfaeda's underlings. Don't hold anything back, Seiras…seduce them. Sow discord and find out if any of them are scheming."

"So there's no getting out of that after all then…" he sighed.

"They're going to rape you regardless with Renfaeda absent. You might as well use the situation to manipulate their emotions and observe them. Besides, you're safest from harlequin tricks in their company outside of this lab," the alien countered.

"I have one more question Melisara," Seiras trailed off almost shamefully, "why did you want so many semen samples from me? That's been bothering me for a while now."

"Oh my dear, you'll probably get disturbed if I tell you," Melisara almost giggled.

He shook his head, "You might as well…I don't like not knowing things."

"Very well then…I fixed your fertility. I wanted the samples to make sure it was a success and for…a more personal reason," she said with a creepy stare.

"My fertility?! What?!" he gasped.

"I want to make offspring with your DNA…and mine," she said with a shameless smirk.

He stared at her bewildered, "So…you wanted to make children from our DNA?! That's insane."

"Shhh not so loud now…that's a little secret between you and me. Even when we part ways, I'll always have something to remember you by," Melisara smiled.

'That is extremely concerning and disturbing…but I suppose it won't matter to me once we part ways. Wait a minute…I had sex with Sylea. Does that mean…' he immediately felt his hearts sink in his chest.

"Wait, so explain this in more detail to me. I can have children now?" he said disbelievingly, "that should be impossible since the DNA of Astartes is no longer compatible with humans."

"It is possible, but the Emperor purposely set it up to where Astartes couldn't reproduce. It's good he did or there would be a lot of transhuman mutants running around the galaxy. It would certainly be bad if Chaos marines could reproduce like that. I'm curious to see what the offspring of you and a regular human would be like though. I imagine they would look similar to a regular monkeigh, but with enhanced genes. They obviously wouldn't be close to an Astartes physically, but they would be naturally superior baseline humans. Isn't this fun?! I love genetics," Melisara chirped.

"This is dangerous. The inquisition can never find out about this…if anyone finds out I sired a child they'll execute me…or worse experiment on me." Seiras said seriously.

"Oh relax, it's not like human women can rape you," Melisara laughed.

He looked away, "No…but I did have sex with that slave girl, Sylea."

"Luckily for you nobody will believe her that an Astartes is the father of her child. She was a sex slave in here after all. I wouldn't worry about it," Melisara said carelessly.

"It feels irresponsible. I remember growing up as a young boy how much my father's influence helped me. I would feel too guilty to do that…" he said shaking his head.

Melisara shrugged, "Well that's up to you to deal with then. If you truly feel that way, then maybe you can come meet our children in the future. Actually I like that idea."

'Just when I was starting to really like her, she does something sick like this…Melisara truly is the most unusual alien I've ever encountered. She's going to make half-breeds? I pity those creatures and the horrible lives they'll probably have. I know she has admiration for the Emperor, but that's taking things a bit too far. Then again, am I really in a position to complain? She's done nothing but help me here. She even enhanced me and helped me resurrect a primarch. I guess it's a small price to pay for all of this. Another sin to carry to my grave. I really need to talk with Sylea though assuming she survives this place,' Seiras reflected on the horror of the situation.

"But anyways, moving on. The best way to win the hearts of Renfaeda's underlings is to understand what they all like. Nelfaera wants to feel special since she lived in her mother's shadow forever and isn't as pretty as her. Her cousins treat her poorly and she seems to be the most ambitious opportunist around here. Nelfaera is very smart and multi-talented, but she's a thug by Drukhari standards. What she lacks in combat ability, she more than makes up for in cunning. Honestly, I think she's more suited to being a Kabalite leader since she's a great politician. Your butchering her in the arena hurt her self-esteem but also impressed her. She won't be too difficult for you to seduce, but you should be careful…she is very observant. It appears she's already suspicious of me, so don't underestimate her. Aelendriel is lonely, insecure, and absolutely loves to be seduced. She is also the least confident of the three and will only reciprocate affection privately. Initiate interest in her when you're both alone for the best results. Turning her against Nelfaera would be the easiest way to start drama. Mokaela is a tricky one. She's both the friendliest and cruelest one of the bunch. She is quite complex to understand. As you've probably noticed, she has a split personality. The calm and witty side and the psychopathic side. You'll have to draw her out into the latter state of mind to really get her anywhere emotionally. She isn't normally the jealous type and she doesn't aspire to usurp Renfaeda. She will be the most challenging. The best way to appeal to her is asking about harlequin topics and just talking to her in general. Learn what she likes and try to get her in a more serious mood if possible. Be wary of her though. She does have ties to that harlequin masque troupe that's after you. There's no telling if she if she has some loyalty towards them. As for Renfaeda, she enjoys dominating people, so continue making it fun for her. I trust you can figure out the rest," Melisara changed the subject.

"I'll admit, I'm not looking forward to this…but if you're certain it will benefit the escape plan then so be it," Seiras sighed.

"I'm going to send word to Nelfaera that I'm done with you. This is an opportune time to build rapport with the wyches. In the meantime go make some plans with your 'allies' in the slave chamber. Once we leave this lab, we won't be able to speak again for a while. Are you ready?" the haemonculus smiled wickedly.

He nodded, "Let's get on with it then."

"The hardest part is already over. It only gets easier from here. Just stay focused and your mission will be a success," Melisara said reassuringly as she opened her chamber door and led him out of the lab.

No more words were spoken as the librarian and the haemonculus exited her lab and headed towards the elevator along the bridge.

Upon their arrival, Melisara opened it for him to step inside. She gave him a dark look and spoke one last time, "Someone will be by to pick you up later, monkeigh. Try not to butcher any of my livestock down there."

'She knows somebody is watching us…' Seiras thought grimly.

He nodded without responding before the elevator began its descent. It went down for about a minute or so before stopping abruptly. The lights then flickered out entirely leaving him in pitch darkness.

He looked around calmly as his eyes quickly adjusted and didn't see anyone or anything yet. He finished his survey by looking up, but it was also absent of any presence.

"At least you look up now…I'm over here," a voice sounded from the darkness.

"What brings you back here?" he asked aloud.

His question was answered when two illusionary candles appeared in front of him. Out of the shadows a slender figure practically materialized into view. The sight of white hair and a horned mask led him to assume it was Aenaria. The sight of candles made it more convincing as well.

"Echoes from the shadow realm, whispers of things yet to come. Thought's strange sister dwells in the night, and she is swept away by dawning light. Of what do I speak?" Aenaria asked a riddle right away.

'This has to be the real Aenaria…she's asking me riddles and she used candles to illuminate herself.' Seiras felt some reassurance.

He then thought about the answer for a moment, 'Thought's strange sister of the night…swept away by dawning light? Is that a dream then?'

"Dreams," he answered confidently.

"Yes, you are correct Seiras. I had a dream about you…or perhaps it was an echo of the warp that manifested in my dream. You were standing at Khaine's Gate," she stated emotionlessly.

"Do you have visions of the future?" he asked.

"Yes, and of the past and present. In my dream you were walking through Khaine's Gate…alone. The Great Enemy called out to you and you called out to the Emperor of Mankind," Aenaria added.

"Tell me more about this dream of yours. What else did you see?" he asked carefully without looking suspicious.

Aenaria moved closer in a ghostly flash and answered, "A wolf in the warp answering your call."

'Does she know about Lord Russ? I suppose she's going to be vague about it. I wonder if she knows about Melisara and Ferrus then? She mentioned I was alone didn't she…but if she saw that then maybe she didn't see what really happened?! I don't have a good feeling about this,' he thought anxiously.

"So what you brings you here?" he asked again.

She tilted her head slightly, "What is always in front of you but difficult to see?"

"My nose...or the future I suppose," he answered immediately.

"I've watched your behavior here…I've seen you endure this place all for the faint hope of a better future. You have become numb to your present surroundings and placed aside your own morals all for the greater good of your species. You walk a path of damnation and sacrifice. Willing to do things others won't…or can't. I admire that about you. In a way we're quite similar in this regard," Aenaria responded.

"I'm doing the wrong thing for the right reason," he replied.

"A dangerous mindset to have. It sits upon a knife's edge and is a slippery slope to corruption…though I am hardly one to condemn it," Aenaria stated.

"I have a question for you, Aenaria…what is your goal? What exactly do solitaires do and why did you become one?" he wondered.

Aenaria didn't respond for a few moments as she creepily stared at him. She ghosted closer towards him at unseen speed before speaking, "For the same reason you walk your path. I did it because nobody else could…or would. I play my part in the Dance Without End, and when my times comes I hope my sacrifice gives others a life I could never have."

"Say you could live that life…what would you want?" he prodded further.

"To not be alone," she replied honestly and depressingly. Her gloominess was oozing out now and he could literally feel the sincerity in her words.

Seiras had no idea what to say in response, but finally spoke up again, "So…why are you talking to me again? Was it just to mention that vision? Most eldar other than these Drukhari seem to detest conversations with humans."

"Understandably so. Most of your species is especially dull, slow, and uninteresting. They are zealously ignorant and simple in both awareness and understanding. They think they can categorize and summarize everything into neat little labels. Most are too narrow-minded to see past their own prejudices and self-righteous dogma. Too willing to walk the easy path and believe everything they're told. Yet in their reckless assurance they think they know what's best for the universe as they righteously declare their beliefs in delusional mobs. You're different. You seek the truth, and you don't shy away from things that invalidate your indoctrination. To put it simply, I just enjoy speaking to you. I wish there were more people like you in this galaxy. People who aren't superficially obsessed with everything they see, hear, and want to belief…people who want to understand others. Your interest in me is quite flattering and unexpected," she elaborated in her own language and in more detail than he expected.

"I thought you said I wouldn't see you again unless you decided to help me," he said uncertainly as he dodged her compliment without acknowledgement.

"I am simply passing along some information. I would hardly call it help, but its usefulness will depend on how you use it," Aenaria explained.

"Okay then, what is it then?" he asked uncertainly.

She tilted her head at him, "A great battle is coming to this spire…a retaliation, a betrayal, and a rescue. It is when she plans to take you…and when you should break free."

"A great battle? Between the kabal and who else?" he wondered.

"You will have your answers in due time…and you will know when that time has come," she followed up.

"Sylandri Veilwaker is going to come for me during an attack? Is there anything else you can tell me about it?" he asked.

A moment later Aenaria transformed into the shadowseer Sylandri and spoke in her voice, "How do you know I'm not Sylandri?"

"Say Slaanesh." he asked.

"Slaanesh," Aenaria repeated the name without any hesitation. She then transformed back to her original appearance.

She let out a light uncharacteristic chuckle, "Smart of you…not many Aeldari are brave enough to say her name…especially psykers. Only the damned or the bravest among the Drukhari would. You continue to impress me with your wit. I very much hope you succeed in your goals."

"Why do you have to hope? I would greatly welcome your assistance and give you whatever you asked of me. What do I have to do to 'win you over' exactly? You never did give me an answer for that." he asked.

"For your sake it's best that I help indirectly. You shouldn't make offers like that to lonely girls. It's a price I wouldn't ask of you…it's one I know wouldn't pay." Aenaria depressingly.

"Maybe I'll surprise you…" he followed up.

"You don't understand what I'm saying, Seiras…" she shook her head doubtfully.

He shook his head, "Just tell me then. If it's that high a price the worst I can do is say no."

"If you're serious then touch me," she responded anxiously as she moved closer.

He looked at her uncertainly as he reached his hand over towards her, 'Why does she want me to touch her? I don't understand what she's asking, but I suppose I can…I just have this feeling that I shouldn't.'

As his hand got closer, he felt a crippling anxiety and resistance as if he would be struck down for fulfilling the request. His hesitation and concern over it was apparent which simply caused Aenaria to back away a moment later. She sounded gloomy and defeated as she sighed, "Never mind…I have my answer. Good luck, Seiras."

"Wait, Aenaria!" he called out, but it was to no avail. She was gone now. The green lights of the elevator flickered back on upon her departure as the elevator began to move again. Seiras stood there frozen in confusion now.

He stared at the wall as he pondered her advice, 'I don't understand what she was asking me…why couldn't I touch her? Was it some kind of test? I wonder if the other eldar are right and that she is cursed?'

Slave Chamber 4

As he reached the bottom, the elevator opened allowing Seiras to reenter the slave chamber. He felt a small measure of relief being in here for some reason. He barely made it a few steps around a corner before someone called out to him from the shadows, "Monkeigh…here."

Glancing over, he saw Ashera standing there. The fire dragon exarch motioned for him to follow her. He really didn't want to deal with them right now but followed nonetheless as she guided him through a stealthy backway towards the opposite end of the slave chamber from where he normally stayed.

She looked at him briefly as she whispered, "I've been checking the elevator every time someone arrives. We've been awaiting your return."

"What's this about?" he asked quietly.

"Tallath and I want to speak with you about some important matters…you can also fill us in on how this Kabal war went." she answered vaguely.

'Great…this can't be good,' he thought solemnly.

Upon reaching the corner, he saw Ashera jump up into some type of rafter area and into a hidden nook in the wall. Despite his bulky size, he nimbly squeezed in behind her. As he entered the area, he saw Tallath, Atharen, and Sorellia all sitting there. The Howling Banshee was sitting a bit further away from the others and had a strange look on her face.

Seiras immediately knew it wasn't good when he saw the glares directed at him. Ashera motioned for him to sit down as she took a seat next to Tallath.

The Striking Scorpion broke the uncomfortable silence now, "How did the Kabal War go, monkeigh?"

"Faelan's forces fought Archon Velatha's Bladed Sun Kabal. The battle was in Faelan's favor until Lady Malys arrived with a Blackstone Fortress and her own Kabal along with Ynnari reinforcements. Ultimately, Asdrubael Vect showed up on his ziggurat and repelled her. Half of Faelan's forces have returned now but he's still out there handling politics I imagine," he stated bluntly and to the point.

"Hmm, A Talisman of Vaul? How could Lady Malys have acquired one of those?" Atharen asked the others.

"I find it more concerning that the Ynnari would help someone as unstable as Lady Malys. Though it could be possible they hope to secure her Talisman of Vaul as a war asset," The golden-haired Tallath noted.

Ashera crossed her arms and looked at her allies, "Are we going to address the reason I brought him here?"

"By all means, Ashera, he seems to like you the most out of all of us. You ask him," Tallath sighed.

Staring intensely at Seiras, Ashera spoke in gothic now, "What is in Melisara's lab that you're so adamant about getting? Is it truly an STC? I get the impression you don't trust us, which makes me wary about working with you. I know you assume all of our kind are duplicitous by nature, but we're warriors and we have more honour than that. Besides…we're going to find out eventually. I'd rather know now so the surprise won't slow us down. That's assuming you can trust us. If you cannot then I fail to see how we can truly trust you."

Seiras was silent for a long moment as he thought about whether it was a good idea to be honest or not. Part of him knew deep down that trusting them wasn't a good idea, but another part of him saw an opportunity here that he didn't before. He had leverage now…especially considering Ferrus was genuinely alive and could back him up. His mind weighed the options, 'If I do tell them about Ferrus being in there, it would negate a possible betrayal down the line. Even exarchs have to know that a primarch is extremely powerful. Plus telling them the truth would come across as me trusting them more and double as a security precaution for the future. I think I'll tell then and hear what they say to each other in their language.'

"She has a primarch in there…a living breathing primarch. Ferrus Manus the Gorgon of Medusa to be specific," he told them the truth.

Tallath looked horrified at the notion, "I was under the impression all your god-princes died out. You're saying the haemonculus has one captive in there? How exactly did you discover this?"

"Melisara showed me in one of her locked vaults…I think it was meant to demoralize me. I don't know what she's doing with him, but I can't leave him here," Seiras stated distantly.

Atharen shook his head, "We can't unleash a primarch back into their Imperium! It would doom countless Eldar! How do we know this monkeigh prince won't try to kill us?!"

"Your concerns are valid, Atharen, but the monkeigh didn't hesitate to tell us which means he's not trying to deceive us later on," Tallath replied.

Ashera gave Seiras a bewildered look, "That actually makes me more concerned about our alliance. What's to stop this primarch from turning on us?"

"What's to stop your aspect warriors from killing us once we're clear of Commorragh? None of us can truly trust each other, but I am taking a leap of faith in telling you about him. Getting him out of here is the most important thing to me. I'm certain he would find your craftworld more trustworthy if you helped me free him. At the very least it might ensure some form of non-aggression with the Imperium and Iybraesil," Seiras replied.

"Could this be a part of Iruna's plan as well? To restore the primarch back to the Imperium? It just seems so…dangerous," Atharen said doubtfully.

Ashera sighed heavily, "It's certainly a gamble…though the primarch might be more receptive to an armistice with our craftworld if we help free him from here. I don't know how powerful their god-princes are, but we'd be negligent to let that evil Haemonculus keep it. Asuryan only knows what foul purpose she would turn it to here. If it did turn out well, then we would be on this primarch's good side…which could save Iybraesil later down the line. I am certain the farseer wouldn't make a reckless decision about something this big."

"That is a valid point, Ashera…we can't let Melisara keep a primarch. I say we go along with this and if the primarch shows any sign of turning against us we should leave the monkeigh behind. The payoff seems worth it though. Iruna always sought to temper the zealous ignorance of the monkeigh Imperium…perhaps this is her plan. These are desperate times, and it serves no purpose warring with the monkeigh right now. The Great Enemy and the Necrons are a much bigger threat. This primarch would cause major damage to our enemies and indirectly safeguard the Aeldari," Tallath nodded.

"Do you have anything to say about it, Sorellia?" Ashera asked the quiet banshee.

Sorellia had been silent the entire time staring off absent-mindedly. She looked over and spoke back, "I think it's a good thing. Our chances of escaping are much higher if a primarch is helping us. This also explains why Seiras has been so willing to endure this place so passively. I find it commendable he would throw away his own pride for the betterment of his species."

"Sorellia? You're actually willing to escape now? You've been ranting about how this plan was going to fail for twelve cycles now." Tallath asked her somewhat concerned.

"If there really is a primarch in Melisara's lab, then he could probably kill Faelan and all the others…he could ensure they die before we escape! This is a good thing! Even if the primarch doesn't work with us, he could cause major havoc here at the very least!" Sorellia shifted into a bloodthirsty dark tone halfway through her statement much to everyone's concern.

"It is good to see the anger of Khaine returning to you, Sorellia. Your point is noted. A primarch could certainly ensure the deaths of Faelan and his cohort. Very well…are the rest of you in favor of this then?" Tallath asked the other exarchs.

They all nodded in unison.

Ashera then looked at Seiras again, "Thank you for telling us the truth, Seiras. We feel more confident in this escape plan and in trusting you now. That brings us to my next concern. What kind of distraction are you planning to do? Please tell me you have something planned by now."

"There is a small fleet of space marines in the webway currently. They are Ultramarines and White Scars. I encountered them when I was forced to go recruit hellions and reavers with Nelfaera. While they were distrustful of me, I told them I found a primarch and was undercover here. Luckily, they didn't kill me. If I could message them, they might attack the spire for us to help free Ferrus Manus," Seiras gave one of his best options.

"Hmm…that does seem promising, but that brings up another concern about them killing us as well. What we're doing right now is considered heresy in your Imperium is it not? I can't imagine overzealous space marines would be able to distinguish between our warriors and the commorrites." Ashera countered.

He nodded, "Yes, but considering that they're in the webway I'm under the impression someone let them in…"

"Someone…you mean the Ynnari then?" Tallath speculated.

Seiras nodded, "That seems the most logical option. I heard they will work with the Imperium sometimes."

"Why are those space marines here though?" Atharen wondered.

"They told me they were looking for Jaghatai Khan. That's all I know," the librarian answered.

Ashera nodded in approval, "Very well, that does seem like a valid option. Though you should certainly have back up plans as well. When do you want to make this escape attempt?"

"I thought about doing it now since Faelan is away with half the Kabal still, but considering they're still mobilized with the fleet out there, they could easily intercept us during an escape in the webway. Plus, I want a bit of payback myself," the Blood Raven looked them over as he finished.

"We will come up with some additional solutions to aid in that regard, but your plan seems acceptable enough for now," Tallath nodded approvingly.

Ashera chuckled at the others, "If he weren't a monkeigh, I'd actually like him. He's halfway tolerable and his head isn't filled with air."

"As a show of good faith for your honesty, Seiras, this area up here leads past a ventilation shaft all the way out of the slave chamber. We've already been constructing a makeshift ladder with it and clearing out the obstructions. It will lead close to the top of the elevator lift which we can use to get to the bridge. Atharen has already snuck out multiple times and stolen a number of additional tools for us. They will allow us to bypass the security systems at the armoury," Tallath explained to Seiras as he pointed up to a vent.

"That's good to know," he nodded in response.

"One more thing you should know, Maeralya came down here to retrieve the slave girl you arrived with. She could very well be questioning her for information as we speak. I'm surprised she didn't come for Sorellia as well, but she likely knew we were all with her and didn't want to risk it. They usually send the Incubi to retrieve us since we're not easy prey for Kabalites," Ashera interjected.

"So she has Sylea then? That's not good…" he trailed off.

"Maeralya needs to die before she extracts the truth from Sylea. If you ignore her, then this plan of yours will fail," Sorellia pointed out.

"I'll find a way to get rid of her," Seiras nodded calmly.

"Killing that slave girl would be much easier to do," Ashera replied seriously.

Seiras gave her a stoic glance, "If that's what it takes…I'll do it. One way or another, we're getting out of this place. We've endured too much to fail now."

"I'm surprised you wouldn't object to that. Truly you're the most sensible monkeigh I've ever met," Ashera nodded in approval.

Sorellia found his easy agreement a bit surprising, "You would kill her? She seemed to trust and like you a great deal."

"Ashera is right…if she becomes a liability, then I have to get rid of her. Although I have every intention of killing Maeralya if possible. Fortunately the wyches hate Maeralya and they believe she is up to something here. I'm going to try and sow discord between them," he replied.

"It's good to see your mind is not clouded by sentimentality or illogical pride. I can truly see why Iruna sent you now," Tallath added.

Their conversation was cut short a moment later when they heard the elevator lift moving again. The exarchs all perked up vigilantly.

"I wonder who that is?" Ashera asked aloud.

"It might be someone coming for me. I'll speak with you again later," Seiras stated before exiting their hiding spot and walking around the corner.

Ashera followed behind him surprisingly as she snuck through the shadows to get a closer look. Before long Seiras caught sight of the elevator reaching the bottom and opening up.

Out of it came none other than Nelfaera. The syren looked around casually as she took a few steps into the chamber. She was by herself and didn't look all that worried as a few slaves came to check the elevator for the new arrival.

A few bold gang members tried to ambush her since she was alone but were immediately flung back and cut in half by a razorflail. Seiras was surprised to see Nelfaera wielding a razorflail as she easily murdered the dozen or so slaves in two clean sweeps.

Everyone else even remotely close to the area scattered and hid as the syren peppily strutted further in. She looked at her wrist and pressed a button causing Seiras' collar to light up. She then glanced in his direction.

Ashera stealthily slipped back out of view as Seiras took a few steps into the light. He knew the fire dragon was still in range, but Nelfaera clearly didn't sense her.

'Ashera is spying on this…I should be careful what I say. It looks like Sorellia didn't mention anything unnecessary to the other exarchs thankfully,' Seiras thought as he approached the syren.

"Ah Seiras, there you are! I'm surprised you're not in your little corner," Nelfaera chuckled as she licked the blood off her razorflail before strapping it to the side.

"I haven't been down here for very long. I am surprised how quickly you got here," the librarian answered.

She nodded, "I didn't really go all the way back to the palace spire. I was dealing with some politics with Karyphea. I find it interesting that you haven't been here long, but you were in the other corner of the slave chamber. What's over there I wonder?"

'Melisara was right…Nelfaera is the most perceptive of the wyches,' he thought concerned.

"I was just exploring," he shrugged.

"Haha, sure you were…" she said unconvinced.

"So why do you have a razorflail right now?" he changed the subject as quickly as he could.

It didn't go unnoticed, but Nelfaera answered him anyways, "Oh this? Well it was a gift from my aunt. This was my mother's razorflail. It's a specially made one. I was a never a big fan of these things, but my mother was really good with them. Seeing how you used a razorflail I figured why not hone my skills with it too. Maybe we can practice together, haha."

"So you came here to get me, right?" he asked.

"Yes, but why don't we take a little walk first. I want to test something…" she remarked with a sinister smile.

'This is bad…' he growled mentally.

With reluctance, Seiras followed Nelfaera as she walked into the main open area of the slave chamber. Countless people were still hiding as best they could, but Seiras knew that hundreds of eyes were on him right now.

"Here, I want you to try it out," Nelfaera handed him the razorflail much to his disbelief.

He held it in his hand and looked at it uncertainly as an awkward silence followed.

"On what?" he finally asked.

"On those Imperial Guardsmen hiding over there…" Nelfaera pointed towards where the Cadians were taking cover and hiding in shabby cells.

"No," he replied immediately.

She rose a brow at him, "Excuse me?"

"I'm not going to slaughter people for your amusement. You are not my master, Nelfaera…" he replied strongly and loudly.

"Well…that's too bad," she chuckled before pressing the switch on his collar.

Electrical agony flooded his body as he howled in pain and sank to his knees. Nelfaera held it down for almost two minutes straight as she stared at him unfazed. His agonizing screams filled the chamber as countless hidden onlookers probably watched on with dread and fear.

After what felt like an eternity she released it causing him to slump down and start panting heavily. She crossed her arms, "Are you ready to obey me now?"

"I'm not your slave, Nelfaera!" he growled as he stood up now.

She was about to press the switch again before splinter rounds started flying in her direction. Nelfaera nimbly dodged them and took cover behind Seiras. She glanced over and saw Major Medina aiming the Drukhari weapon at her hostilely.

The proud Cadian officer shouted at her, "Shock him again and see what happens you alien bitch!"

'Emperor no! What the hell is she doing?!' Seiras thought disbelievingly as he sent a sharp glare towards Arika for trying to kill Nelfaera.

"Hmm…Melisara must be getting lazy if she's letting slaves keep weapons down here. Though I did notice a lack of wracks around her lab," Nelfaera mused.

The syren turned almost knowingly towards Seiras, "That's all I wanted to see…come Seiras. I think it's time we have a serious talk about your recent behavior. If you refuse I'll kill all your little guardsmen friends in here. I'll start with that bitch right there."

Arika looked like she was about to shoot again but seemed to get the message to back down as Seiras blocked her line of sight by following directly behind the Nelfaera as the wych strutted back to the elevator.

Shortly after their ascent began, Nelfaera laughed, "I knew it…"

"Knew what exactly? That I didn't want to slaughter people for no reason?" he asked annoyed.

She sent him a cocky look, "I knew that you were pretending."

"Of course I am…you honestly think an Astartes would break that easily? I serve because I have no choice, but I'm not here to amuse you by slaughtering slaves. I would only obey that order from Renfaeda or Faelan," he countered.

She glanced at him knowingly, "So how was your personal time with Melisara?"

"Painful as always," he lied.

"Oh yes, I'm certain that it was. Well, sorry to upset you. How's about I make it up to you by taking you back to my room?" she said suggestively.

"Lead the way then," he nodded.

Her golden eyes lit up surprised, "What?! No protest? No complaining or stubborn defiance? Hahaha, you must be looking forward to spending time with me again. I'm not your master and you want to come spend time with me? How lovely."

"It just beats sitting in a slave chamber." he said stoically as he looked away.

She smirked at him, "You can admit you like me…I certainly like you."

"I like you more than the other wyches. I suppose it would be more accurate to say I hate you the least. You're still a vile creature though," he begrudgingly responded as the elevator began its ascent again.

Her eyes locked onto him briefly, "You never did give me a reason for that. What would you say is your favorite feature about me? Is it because of my looks, my personality, or my excellent cooking skills?"

"You're simply different than the others. I know you're the most intelligent wych around here." He answered vaguely.

Nelfaera nodded, "Indeed I am. They'll never admit it, but I'm definitely smarter than our three succubi. Maybe that's why you and I mesh so well. You're rather unique for a monkeigh…and a space marine at that. You and I share something in common…our awareness. Believe me...I am well aware that you have friends in that slave chamber down there."

"What was the point of that little incident back there then? Are you still trying to test my loyalty?" he responded.

"I was simply curious. We'll talk about it more in my room. Let's hurry up so we don't encounter Mokaela and Aelendriel along the way," she responded as they reached the top.

Not much else was said in their silent walk, but he could tell that there was something off about Nelfaera. She seemed like the real Nelfaera, but the syren looked almost anxious and deep in thought. Her demeanor was the only sign of proof that it was really her.

'Nelfaera is up to something here. Why would she of all people suspect I have allies in this slave chamber? Didn't my butchering of the gang members in that last one negate this line of thought? I have a really bad feeling about this. I might have to kill her, but I should find out what she knows and who she's talked to first...' he was already anticipating possibilities.

Nelfaera's Room

After an extremely uncomfortable and mostly silent trip, Seiras finally arrived at Nelfaera's room with her. Upon entering, she led him inside before closing her newly made door. It looked much more fortified than the last one much to his interest. Upon sealing it shut, Nelfaera looked at him cautiously.

Seiras could see suspicion seeping through her golden black eyes as she tilted her head slightly and walked closer. Finally she spoke again, "I'm going to tell you a secret and in exchange I want you to be honest with me. In addition to my mother's razorflail, I received a message from my aunt recently…she has become archon of the Kabal of the Dreaded Nightmare. Apparently, my grandfather Nelfaris, the former archon, was assassinated by conspiring families. She wiped them out and is now the sole remaining Aeduna. It's funny though…she's also the Succubus Queen of the Cult of the Emerald Star. That means she's both an archon and an Ynnitach Succubus Queen. This doesn't happen very often…it's the kind of position Renfaeda wished she could be in. My aunt offered to make me one of her succubi and offered the position of Kabal hierarch as well. There was a condition though…I would have to kill one of my family members here to prove my loyalty to the Aeduna family. I told her I would think about it."

Seiras looked shocked that Nelfaera would reveal this kind of secret to him…assuming it was even true. Her expression seemed to indicate some sincerity, but only a naïve person would trust that alone.

The librarian gave her a skeptical look, "Why would you tell me something like that?"

"I want to kill Renfaeda…I've been plotting on how to do it for quite some time now. With that being said, you can drop the little act now Seiras. I know you're plotting to escape this place. Your refusal to kill those slaves was proof enough that you're up to something down there. You could help me…and I could help you. This is a win win situation for us both isn't it?" Nelfaera stated bluntly.

He widened his eyes disbelievingly, "You want to kill your cousin? Why?"

"Renfaeda is just as insufferable as the rest of my peers here are. You've likely seen the way she speaks to me…it's quite condescending isn't it?" Nelfaera shook her head.

"I just thought that's how all you Eldar spoke," he shrugged.

Nelfaera chuckled at his comment, "Well you're not wrong, but I feel personally slighted. Renfaeda hates me…in fact most of the wych cult hates me. The only people that actually like me around here are Faelan and Maeralya. I'm the one who captured you and yet Renfaeda took you for herself. Nice and fair isn't it?"

"It makes no difference to me who owns me here…the experience is all the same," he said bluntly in response.

"Now it's your turn to tell me a secret…" Nelfaera followed up with a sly grin.

"What kind of secret? I'm not plotting an escape, and I don't know why you're convinced about that." he kept a straight face but inwardly he felt concerned now.

"Let's start with…oh I know! Is Melisara helping you? Is that why she's ignoring armed slaves in Slave Chamber 4? Is that why she sent her wracks away?" Nelfaera asked bluntly and out of nowhere.

Deciding to feign indifference to her question, he responded calmly, "She helps me all the time. Her improvements to my weapons was especially impressive."

"That's not what I mean. Is she helping you plan your escape?" Nelfaera repeated.

Faking a disbelievingly look, he shook his head, "I can't imagine why she would ever want to help me do something like that. I haven't made any active efforts to escape here, Nelfaera. As I've mentioned numerous times…there's nowhere to go. I don't even know where we are. She has been somewhat nice to be, but I don't trust it for a second. Melisara is a cruel and evil monster."

"As I suspected initially…you're quite skilled at lying. If I didn't know better I'd actually believe you. I had my suspicions, but the way you handled Karyphea was all the proof I needed," she smirked proudly.

"So you think I plan on escaping? What proof do you have other than me going missing on the battlefield for eight days and Melisara ignoring some slaves? You're just being paranoid." he countered calmly.

"Shiralyn is all the proof I needed…speaking of which," Nelfaera then walked over to a massive vaulted closet on the other side of the room and opened it. A gagged and bound Shiralyn was inside. Nelfaera proceeded to take her gag and bindings off before tossing her into Seiras.

Shiralyn ungracefully caught her balance by leaning on him and looked petrified. It was at that moment, Seiras finally understood what was going on.

'Nelfaera found out…from her?!' he thought seriously.

"I didn't tell her, Seiras…I swear. She overheard us," Shiralyn clarified immediately.

Glancing over at the syren now, Seiras could see Nelfaera standing there relaxed with her arms crossed. The teal-haired wych shook her head and sighed, "I wasn't really asleep…I woke up shortly after Shiralyn did in fact. I know one of the harlequins is helping you as well."

'She wasn't asleep?! But the harlequin noticed Shiralyn was awake…why wouldn't she mention Nelfaera being awake as well?! Was this Sylandri Veilwalker's plan to derail my escape plan!?' Seiras couldn't help but grimace.

He could only think of one thing to do in this situation as he tossed Shiralyn away and charged at Nelfaera as fast as he could. She froze him mid-charge with the shock collar causing him to almost fall over. He nearly managed to reach her, but her Eldar reflexes barely saved her in time.

"Now now, there's no need for all that. I had a feeling you would try to kill me if I confronted you about it. I haven't told anyone. Luckily for you, I'm also not going to tell anyone about it! You are going to help me..."

Seiras remained silent as he stared her down and strained against the shock collar as hard as he could. His muscles flared as he moved mere centimeters closer despite the collar. Nelfaera took one step back and was safely out of his range now as she smirked proudly.

"You see, my aunt…well she joined the Ynnari. So if I go become one of her Succubi, then that would technically make me an Ynnari ally. Considering Shiralyn here is an Ynnari sympathizer, wouldn't that make us all allies?" Nelfaera mused.

"We just fought and killed half a kabal that was aligned with them. Now you want to join these Ynnari? What would Faelan think about that?" Seiras asked disbelievingly.

"I really don't care what he thinks about it. I don't plan on killing him, but I don't care if he dies. I clearly don't have much room for advancement here. Even if I killed Renfaeda, I wouldn't get to be Succubus queen here. Plus the only reason Faelan protects me is because he's afraid of the Aeduna family. My grandfather threatened to war with his Kabal if I wasn't protected. Since the Aeduna Family will soon be falling out of grace with Vect, that would strip my protection. Get the picture now? I'm saving my own skin here. Faelan and Renfaeda don't give a damn about me, and I see which way the wind is blowing. I'm not going let Renfaeda kill me first or worse, be their whipping girl for the rest of my life!" Nelfaera hissed.

"Does Karyphea know about this?" Seiras asked, "I mean you got her a place at the Kabal didn't you?"

"Oh she knows…it was all part of my plan. Her Hellions are sabotaging the spire as we speak. But that aside for the moment, I have to say that I am simply amazed that you can understand our language. Truly it's impressive you have the mental capacity for it. Mind showing me?" Nelfaera asked somewhat politely.

He didn't respond and simply stared at her as he tried to contemplate a solution for this dreadful situation.

"Suit yourself. I'll just speak in my language then since I know you can understand me. Now answer me Seiras…what is Melisara doing to help you? And why?" the syren asked curiously.

He looked at her with deadly eyes, "She's not helping me, but if you're so certain about it, then maybe you should ask her."

"Oooh! That's so cute! I love your accent! It's like a mixture between Asuryani and Corsair but with the Monkeigh exaggeration of vowels! Hahaha! I knew you were smart, but you even speak with proper grammar. Truly this is making me all warm inside. I wasn't lying when I said that I genuinely like you. This only makes me like you more. Who taught you our language if you don't mind my asking?" Nelfaera giggled.

"An autarch did," Seiras answered in gothic.

"Really?! Hmm, that explains a lot, though I wonder how you could convince a warrior leader of a craftworld to teach you. And people I'm ambitious, ha," Nelfaera's eyes widened with amusement.

"He was in a spirit stone and I tortured him until he taught me things about your species. It's the main reason I'm in the Deathwatch," Seiras told the truth.

The syren grinned, "What happened to this spirit stone?"

"It was taken from me shortly before your raid on Corun…by craftworlders," he answered.

"Ah yes…those Iybraesil ones right? They've been tracking Faelan's Kabal for a while now. We tracked them in the system, but they went to hide as soon as we showed up to raid the planet. They probably still want to free their aspect warriors that we captured. Speaking of which…that corner in the slave chamber you were in earlier is where they tend to squat around. You're working with them too, aren't you?" Nelfaera continued to unravel his entire plan.

He couldn't believe his misfortune right now. Nelfaera knew about everything except for Ferrus and he was powerless to do anything about it. She even suspected Melisara was helping him. He let out a heavy sigh, "So…you said you would help me?"

"Now you get it. I have you by the balls here. The only reason I even told you my plan is because you're going to help me fulfill it. Give me what I want, and I'll let you go free. Sounds like a great deal doesn't it?" she trailed off mischievously.

"What do you want then?!" he growled.

Nelfaera smirked as she walked closer, "I want you to help me kill Aelendriel and Renfaeda. Also…something a bit more personal."

Still stuck in his paralyzed state, he could do nothing as Nelfaera sensually pressed her lips against his. She kissed hungrily for a few moments before breaking it and licking her lips.

"Oh…by the way, Karyphea is here just so you know," Nelfaera beamed proudly as she snapped her fingers. From a side room in her personal chambers Seiras could only watch with horror as Karyphea and several of her high-ranking hellions came into the main chamber.

"You're never one to break a promise, dear cousin…so how is he in bed?" Karyphea asked with a dark sultry tone.

"Test him out for yourself…just don't wear him out too badly. I still want to indulge," Nelfaera replied as she forced the still stunned Seiras onto her bed.

"Let's get this party started girls!" Karyphea shouted eagerly.

"I'll get the drugs!" Nelfaera cheered as she walked over to a table and started loading up syringes.

Seiras let out an angry growl, "Damn you, Eldar bitch!"

"My he's a feisty one isn't he?" Karyphea laughed as she went about stripping his clothes off while he was stunned.

Nelfaera quickly finished with her drug set up and walked back over with multiple syringes, "Yes, it's rather fun watching how he squirms beneath you. He puts on this tough act, but he loves it. I think it's time you realize Seiras that you're mine now."

The syren wasted no time injecting everyone there with nightbliss nectar. It was also laced with hallucinogens and time stoppers. Afterwards, she discarded them and grabbed a massive glass pipe. She grinned wickedly at Seiras, "You'll love this stuff Seiras…it's called Warp Crystal Haze. It's what you monkeigh would call a class 1 primaris amphetamine. It's super addictive but it's the best stimulant around."

"You have warp crystal haze? How did you get that stuff? It's so expensive!" one of the Hellion girl's eyes lit up excitedly.

"Well it is a special celebration isn't it?" Nelfaera laughed wickedly as she handed it to Karyphea first. One by one all of the hellions and Nelfaera herself took a massive hit of the alien pipe. They were all sweating profusely now and the Nightbliss nectar was in full effect along with multiple other drugs.

"You girls want to see something funny? Watch this!" Nelfaera exclaimed as she dragged Shiralyn to a good view of the bed and chained her arms and legs up. Shiralyn whimpered almost pathetically as Nelfaera gave her a large injection of Nightbliss nectar. She then forced the noble to inhale from the pipe even though she tried to resist.

"Woah how much did you give her, Nelfaera? That much Nightbliss Nectar is painful!" Karyphea laughed.

"I think it's important little Shiralyn here remembers that I own her too!" Nelfaera laughed wickedly.

"Ughhh! It burns!" Shiralyn cried out desperately as her nether regions began to start heating up.

All of the hellions had stripped most of their clothing by this point and Karyphea seemed especially interested in Seiras' erection now. She eagerly began to start playing with it as she brought her mouth down and tenderly licked and sucked all over.

"Wow how does this thing feel inside of you?" the flushed Heliarch asked Nelfaera as the syren positioned herself behind Seiras head. He could only lay their frozen powerlessly as Nelfaera rested his head in her hot leaking lap.

"No! Nelfaera, why?! I already swore that I wouldn't tell anyone! Please, don't do this to me again!" Shiralyn pleaded desperately as she twitched uncontrollably from her chained up position.

"Are you going to let her relieve herself?" one of the hellions asked as she looked between the lustful Karyphea's blowjob and the crying Shiralyn.

"Maybe, if she's a good girl. Last time I made her watch until she begged," the syren boasted proudly.

"Hahaha, it's so funny seeing a noble chained up like some pathetic slave. I want to hear her beg!" one of the hellions laughed excitedly.

Nelfaera grinned in response, "Oh she will...probably even more than last time. Seiras was also her first too!"

"This is so erotic. I love this!" another hellion leader added.

"Mmm, so yummy! Time to test it out for myself. I should take my time though," Karyphea practically bragged to Shiralyn as she lowered herself onto Seiras at an agonizingly slow pace.

"Oh, OOOOH! Ughh! That feels nice...so hard and warm." Karyphea let out pleasing moans as she seemed incredibly turned on from both the act and Shiralyn's desperate lustful suffering from further away.

Seiras felt almost sick as Nelfaera tenderly rubbed his head as her cousin began to start bouncing. "Oh yeah! It's even better than I thought! OOooh! Mmm!" Karyphea moaned in a somewhat exaggerated way.

"Please, Nelfaera! I'll do anything! I swear I won't betray you!" Shiralyn cried out again.

All of them ignored her as Karyphea continued to take her time and go slow. The cocktail of drugs they were all on had taken everyone out of their minds by this point, but Seiras could still vividly feel and see everything that was happening as Karyphea kept going and going and going. He had no concept of time with all these alien drugs in his system and could only endure it.

"UGHH OHHH! DAMN IT!" Shiralyn kept crying as her legs trembled and shook from her lack of stimulation. Nelfaera was practically grinding her crotch against Seiras' head now and it didn't take long for her to sit on top of him.

"Drink my sweet nectar, Seiras. How does it feel knowing I outsmarted you and you're in the palm of my hand now? Do you like that? Who is your master now?! I own you, Seiras! Ooooh! UGHHH!" Nelfaera was so overstimulated from the situation that she orgasmed almost immediately all over his face.

It didn't cause her to stop unfortunately as she began to shriek and scream along with Karyphea who was riding him at a frenzied speed. He couldn't bear the pressure anymore and groaned through his own climax as it continued for a ridiculously long time. The other three hellions were holding themselves off as they grinded themselves against his hands and one of his feet.

The aroma of their lust and alien fluids was nauseating as it continued on. Karyphea shuddered after finishing and lifted herself off. Nelfaera and Karyphea then traded places as the indulgence continued for what felt like days.

Many hours later

Seiras opened his eyes startled as he looked around in desperation. Once again he had lost consciousness from the overdose of drugs that Nelfaera forced him to take. To his surprise all of them were passed out around him. Shiralyn herself was directly on top of him while both Karyphea and Nelfaera were clutched onto either arm.

The other hellion girls were sprawled about in shameless unflattering ways as one had his knee practically imbedded in her crotch.

To his horror, he was still stunned from his collar which made the situation all the worse. He closed his eyes as he quietly reflected on how to deal with Nelfaera now. She had a tremendous amount of leverage on him. She even suspected Melisara's help which is not something he was anticipating from any of the wyches.

'Well one thing is for certain…Nelfaera definitely can't be trusted. What should I do now? Killing her would be the best option, but I don't know how I could do it and get away with it. Revealing her plot to Renfaeda or someone else would no doubt make her tell them all of my secrets. Damn…I can't trust her to actually help me. She could ruin everything! This situation just keeps getting worse,' he sighed mentally.

A knock on the door soon caught his attention, "Hey, Nelfaera, you in there?"

To his surprise, Nelfaera woke up from the knocking and snapped up out of bed. She sent a playful wink towards Seiras when she saw he was awake and walked towards the door completely naked.

Opening the door without any concern, the syren responded, "Oh hey, Mokaela, do you need something?"

"Yeah I need something! I went back to Melisara's lab to get Seiras for our party and she told me YOU had him! Let me in!" the succubus pushed her way past the naked Nelfaera as she strutted in.

Her eyes widened disbelievingly when she saw the bed, "Ughh…you better not have tired him out too much. Is that your cousin too!?"

Karyphea and most of the other hellions now got up as well when they heard talking. The heliarch immediately sent a smug look in Mokaela's direction, "I have to say…I wasn't disappointed. No wonder your queen is so obsessed with keeping this slave all to herself. You're not jealous are you?"

Mokaela didn't ask any other questions or show much hostility as she rolled her eyes, "You've had your turn…hand him over to me now."

"MMM, I don't know, I'm not really done yet. Maybe one more time?" Karyphea giggled as she gently stroked her breast.

"Don't be rude Karyphea…Mokaela has been rather patient. Go on and have your fun, Mokaela. I actually have some things to do," Nelfaera interjected.

She then unfroze Seiras' collar causing him to jerk up and leave the bed as quickly as possible. His quick shuffling finally forced Shiralyn awake. The noble looked shocked to see Mokaela there and quickly apologized, "Lady Succubus, please…this wasn't my idea. I-"

"Whatever let's go Seiras," Mokaela commanded.

The librarian quickly got dressed and tried to avoid looking at the hellions as one blew him a kiss.

Before he exited, he walked past Nelfaera towards the door. She nudged him and spoke softly, "We'll continue later. Be a good boy now."

"Not too good though," Karyphea added with a giggle.

Seiras ignored her as he followed Mokaela out of Nelfaera's room. The two walked in silence for about a minute until they were comfortably out of range from Nelfaera's room.

The succubus glanced at him and sighed, "Sorry you had to get gangbanged by all that hellion street trash. Rest assured, my party will be much more fun than that."

"Where are we going exactly?" he asked.

"The main training grounds. We've been torturing and raping slaves for fun. Don't worry though…I saved myself for you," Mokaela chuckled.

'I need to go talk to Melisara about this Nelfaera situation. So much for things getting easier,' he thought grimly.

Wych Cult Training Grounds and Living Quarters

Upon his arrival to the party, Seiras could already see the wyches brutally humiliating and torturing various slaves and prisoners within. He hadn't been in this area since he was last left in a cage, but he recognized it well. The training grounds for the wych cult was in the center and most of the lower ranking wyches had individual living quarters in rooms around the perimeter.

The sight of two wyches dragging a female kabalite into a room caught his attention as the alien cried out for mercy. He was honestly glad he wouldn't have to see it.

Mokaela joyously spun in a circle as she announced their arrival, "Alright girls, we're here! I finally got Seiras!"

"About damn time, what was taking Melisara so long?" Aelendriel asked curiously as she strutted up.

The succubus sighed dramatically, "Well Nelfaera and her little hellion posse ambushed him first and gangbanged him in her room. Whatever though, we're still going to have fun."

"Damn it! You can't ever take your eyes off Nelfaera for a moment around here. What a sly little scheming bitch!" Aelendriel hissed.

'If only you knew how accurate that really was,' Seiras thought to himself.

"Mokaela?! When is Lady Renfaeda coming back? I really want to torture these smug Cult of Strife sluts already! One insulted me earlier!" one of the wyches asked as a group came around to greet them.

Many of the lower ranking wyches were staring at Seiras now as they saw the countless holes in his clothes. One even mentioned it, "Woah…what happened to his clothes?!"

"You saw his armour right? It looks like a lot of rounds went through it," another one commented.

She nodded, "Yeah, but he doesn't have any injuries though. Make him take that shirt off, I want to look at him more closely."

"Excuse me? You didn't just order me did you?" Mokaela shifted into her psychotic demeanor briefly.

"N-n-no, my lady…may we please look?" the wych fearfully bowed her head.

Mokaela immediately went back to her peppy mood, "Of course you can! All you had to do is ask nicely."

Turning towards Seiras now, Mokaela spoke, "Hey Seiras, the debutantes here want you to take your shirt off."

"Why?" he asked completely stoic as he tried to be as dense as possible.

Aelendriel rolled her eyes as she used her wristblade to carve his shirt off now. The youngest succubus stared at his skin with fascination, "Bruises and red scar tissue…that's odd considering how much blood was staining his armour and clothes. He didn't heal that fast in the arena."

"True, but he wasn't wearing armour there. I don't know how that power armour works. Maybe it has some life support system?" one of the other wyches wondered.

Mokaela brought a hand to her chin, "I think it plugs in to those holes on his body. There's an inner layer to the armour that does work as a life support system I'm quite sure. Still, he's tough."

"He's been with Nelfaera for a while now, plus there's no telling if Melisara healed him up too. I wouldn't look that much into it," Aelendriel shrugged.

Kaerith looked surprised as she walked over, "Nelfaera gangbanged him?!"

"Yeah, didn't you hear me? Turns out you're not the only one who wanted a piece, Kaerith," Mokaela laughed at the bloodbride.

The silver-eyed wych looked away flustered, "I guess the Aeshuls really do have a monkeigh fetish. Will you stop trying to act like I'm the freak around here then?"

"Oh it doesn't bother me, Kaerith. I think Seiras is surprisingly attractive for a monkeigh," Mokaela noted.

Some of the lower ranking wyches looked surprised by her statement. One spoke up disbelievingly, "You do? That's just..."

"Just what...weird? There's a difference between finding a regular monkeigh attractive and a space marine attractive. Don't assume it makes you like the mid-commorragh vatborn trash if you think he's cute. If Renfaeda likes him, and I like him then is it really so bad?" Mokaela interrupted her.

The debuntante nodded, "I see...well in that case, I do like his hair and eyes."

"I wonder what it's like having sex with a space marine...I mean if Lady Renfaeda did it, then it must be enjoyable," another added.

Mokaela then glanced at the bloodbrides standing beside Kaerith, "As for you bloodbrides...you girls should really stop teasing Kaerith about it, or I'll make Seiras rape you. Who knows...you might just like it."

The unnamed bloodbrides immediately froze up fearfully before offering their apologies to Kaerith. One was quick to bend to peer pressure, "Forgive me Kaerith...I didn't mean anything nasty by it. You know we all respect you right?"

"Yeah, Mokaela's right. Nelfaera was just trying to bully you, but she's the one with the monkeigh fetish. You know how she is when she starts singling people out," another added.

Mokaela smiled at their apologies, "See girls, isn't it nice when we all get along. There's no reason to be petty with each other...not when we have plenty of slaves to humiliate."

'Mokaela is going to be a problem if she keeps resolving their personal disputes like this. Though I suppose this is her way of normalizing the situation so they can molest me without fear of ridicule,' Seiras thought annoyed.

"I still can't believe you all tamed this space marine. Isn't it unnerving having him around after he…" the nearby debutante spoke up but stopped herself before she could say something offensive to the wych cult leaders.

"Before he killed us, you mean?" Mokaela finished for her.

"N-no, I didn't mean it like-" the young wych quickly began to fall apart.

"Yeah you did…it's okay though," Mokaela smiled.

The young wych looked relieved as she bowed her head again. Upon doing so, Mokaela jabbed a knee into her face. The succubus looked down at the young wych cruelly, "I'll let you live this time little girl, but there's a price to pay for saying the wrong thing to the wrong person. You're lucky I'm so nice."

"T-thank you mistress," the unfortunate wych got back up as she grabbed her bloody nose.

Mokaela then grabbed her as she tried to depart, "Oh no need to go running off. Stay for the party…it's your first one isn't it? I don't recall your name."

"Aestara," the young wych reluctantly answered as she flinched in Mokaela's grip.

The succubus began to rub her head now and even licked the blood from her nose, "A beautiful name for such a beautiful little debutante. Oh you're just so innocent! Go get yourself cleaned up and bring us some drinks sweetie. All will be forgiven if you do."

"Yes mistress! Thank you for your kindness!" the wych fearfully obeyed as she sprinted away.

'I guess things could be worse for me. I could be her, or one of those unfortunate prisoners,' Seiras thought as he glanced over at the Cult of Strife wyches who were all separately caged across the chamber. To his surprise they still looked unharmed. The Cult of Eternal Night wyches were already busy spitting on them and doing other nasty things to evoke reactions, but none had been tortured physically yet by the looks of it. Some of the cult of strife prisoners were staring at Seiras from the opposite end of the chamber almost fascinated by his presence.

Mokaela noticed Seiras staring at them, "Look at them, Seiras. So pathetic…so vulnerable. It brings me such joy to see these arrogant bitches in cages. See how sad they look? They know we're going to make this slow and horrible."

"They'd be better off dead, but I can see why your kind would enjoy this," he remarked.

"Come on, let's go have a chat with them, shall we?!" she chirped excitedly.

As they walked over to the cages, the most of the Cult of Strife wyches looked up from their suffering. Several were still staring intensely at Seiras himself. Mokaela immediately waved the surrounding torturers away, "Go entertain yourselves for a bit girls. I want to talk to them!"

They all dispersed, but many remained within earshot as they nosily observed Mokaela, Seiras, and the others standing in front of the cages. Seiras made sure to stand behind Mokaela and Aelendriel as he didn't want to get too close to the prisoners.

"Alright, well you're a pretty lot. Especially you…got a name?" Mokaela pointed at the leader of the group.

From what Seiras could tell, she was a Cult of Strife syren. She had long and beautiful red hair that was half down and half in a hightail. It had a few bladed pieces hanging out of it as well. Her irises were the same teal color as his, surprisingly. She was radiating cold and calm hatred, but she wasn't trying to be tough or brave from what he could see. She just looked bitter and annoyed.

"Why even ask? If you're going to torture me then get on with it already," she said lifelessly.

"Well I'm Mokaela Shanurae, 2nd ranking succubus of the Cult of Eternal Night. This Aelendriel Raya our 3rd ranking Succubus. Our Ynnitach queen isn't here right now, but she'll be along eventually," Mokaela introduced them with a sneer.

She purposely didn't introduce Seiras from what he could tell. It seemed to work exactly as planned since the cult of strife syren stared at him now, "I'm guessing that's the space marine that butchered you amateurs in the arena. That went viral on the webnet you know…we saw the vids and we weren't even in Commorragh at the time."

"It did NOT go viral!" Aelendriel immediately protested.

Another of the cult of strife wyches immediately retorted Aelendriel's protest, "It certainly did. The half-naked space marine riding on a skyboard and using a razorflail had everyone talking. I enjoyed watching how he killed you especially. That was most stylish kill I've ever seen from a monkeigh. I don't know why your haemonculus bothered reanimating you losers."

"How's about we throw you in a pit with him? I'm sure he'd be happy to make your death worse! He hates the Cult of Strife!" Aelendriel shot back.

The syren looked at Mokaela confused, "He died as well didn't he? How did you resurrect a space marine?"

"Oh our resident Haemonculus is Melisara the Immortal...maybe you've heard of her?" Mokaela boasted.

"Wait...THE Melisara?! How can some 2nd rate Kabal like this afford her?!" the syren gawked.

Mokaela proudly shrugged, "Good question...maybe the kabal and our cult aren't as 2nd rate as you think."

"Clearly your cult is if some monkeigh beat all your top fighters other than your queen," another cult of strife wych retorted.

"He says he killed one your cult's succubi too from what I've heard. Someone you know perhaps? The way he killed me was supposedly something he did to her on Kaurava. Laugh at us if you want, but he's way stronger than you pathetic sluts, and he serves us." Mokaela smirked. She didn't overreact much to Seiras' curiosity.

"Wait...he said he killed a succubus on Kaurava? Then...he's the one who killed Syndra Therona! I thought he looked familiar! You're insane letting him walk around like that. Space marines are extremely dangerous…especially that one. If he knows how to use a razorflail and a skyboard, he probably knows a lot more about how our technology works. I've seen it firsthand. What's to stop him escaping?" the syren looked shocked by the news.

Mokaela immediately pressed her wrist-mounted trigger switch to Seiras' collar causing him to howl in agony and sink to a knee. She released it a moment later, "He knows he wouldn't get very far…"

The Cult of Strife syren shook her head, "He's a space marine capable of killing succubi…plus he's a psyker. If he gets that limiter collar off, none of you could stop him."

"That's not going to happen!" Aelendriel hissed.

"You there, monkeigh!" the red haired syren addressed Seiras in gothic now, "you fought on Kaurava didn't you?"

'Emperor no! Why does this keep happening?! She recognizes me now?! Could things get any worse?!' he thought grimly.

The librarian simply stared at her emotionlessly and did not respond. She ignored the other wyches as she spoke again, "You're the one that set up the ambush, right? The one who killed Syndra Therona?"

"You know me?" he finally responded.

She nodded, "I was there too…I wasn't a syren at the time, but just a bloodbride to Syndra. I remember your face now. Plus you had a spirit stone on your armour…you were working with Farseer Caerys from what we learned."

"You know Seiras? How fascinating." Mokaela chuckled.

"I don't remember you having a stone on your power armour though," Aelendriel noted.

"It's ironic that you were on Tahril's side this last battle. I'm surprised Tahril didn't warn them about you…but then again he's not one to help his rivals out." The captive syren chuckled.

"You're implying there's something we're overlooking here?" Mokaela asked.

The syren shrugged, "Isn't there always?"

Kaerith looked over at the syren and joined the conversation, "So there's more to Archon Tahril's story? What's so dangerous about Seiras, exactly? We know he's adept at using our technology and that he's cunning, but he can't do anything with that collar on."

"You might want to keep him away from Craftworlders is all I'm saying…he has a history of helping them," the syren smirked before looking at Seiras.

'I can't tell if she's covering me or if she genuinely doesn't know about the situation. Craftworlders were never involved, plus I never used their language during that ambush. I suppose Tahril could have figured it out and told a few people. On the chance this wych does know, at least she's not trying to expose me. I suppose she sees some benefit in getting revenge on them if I break out. Finally, a lucky break. The only downside is now they'll be wary of me around craftworlders. Fortunately, I already made plans with them,' Seiras thought relieved.

Aelendriel carefully looked between Seiras and the red haired wych, "So if I'm understanding this correctly, he killed Syndra Therona with the help of Ulthwe and farseer Caerys? Isn't Syndra Therona the third ranking succubus of the Cult of Strife? Does that mean Lelith Hesperax knows who Seiras is as well?"

"You can certainly ask her when she comes for your heads…and his," the syren said distantly as her teal eyes began to bore into Seiras'. From the way she was staring at him while talking, it almost seemed to imply she was aware that he was listening to her.

"I take that as a yes then, Aelendriel. Hmph…don't think all your grandstanding intimidates us. Lelith wouldn't dare show up in Commorragh again after pissing off Lord Vect and joining the Ynnari." Mokaela countered smugly.

'Wait, so their leader knows who I am? Emperor, this nightmare only gets worse and worse. I think I preferred fighting daemons in the warp over this,' Seiras thought seriously.

"I thought you came over here to torture them? If you're all going to just talk, can I just return to the slave chamber?" Seiras asked.

Mokaela laughed at his statement, "Oh, I didn't realize you were so eager to torture them Seiras. I have just the thing in mind. Since the great Lelith Hesperax apparently knows who Seiras is, I have the perfect answer here!"

'Hopefully, it involves these wyches dying before any of them say something,' Seiras thought.

"So you're finally going to torture us then? What'll it be? Mutilation? Flaying? Transforming us into abominations?" the syren boldly responded.

Snapping her fingers now, Mokaela glanced over at Kaerith and two other bloodbrides, "Bring out the last one for me girls."

'Last one? Does she mean another wych?' the librarian continued to analyze the situation with hopeless desperation.

"What are you talking about?!" the syren demanded angrily.

Her question was answered shortly thereafter as Kaerith and the other two bloodbrides with her dragged along a chained-up Cult of Strife Succubus who had been in an isolated room.

"Syndra Therona…your raid leader in this last battle. You're her syren yes?" Mokaela grinned evilly.

"What?! H-how did you capture her?!" one of the captive wyches exclaimed in horror.

'NO! She's alive again?! That's not good…I think she recognizes me,' Seiras realized when he locked eyes with the new arrival.

Syndra's eyes went wide with complete disbelief when she saw Seiras standing next to Aelendriel and Mokaela. Syndra looked like your standard Cult of Strife wych with long red hair and blue eyes. Most her crimson mane was free-flowing, but she had three hightails in it and some type of jagged crown over them giving her a royal like appearance.

"She seems to recognize you Seiras…is this the succubus whose head you crushed on Kaurava?" Mokaela asked sadistically.

He nodded simply, "Yes."

"I love the irony if this whole situation," Mokaela exclaimed joyously.

"If you lay a finger on her, Lady Lelith Hesperax is going to kill all of you!" the syren hissed hatefully from her cage.

"You think she cares about you jealous fangirls? That's all your cult is…a bunch of starstruck untalented little girls trying to emulate your beloved mistress," Aelendriel spoke up with a laugh.

Syndra was still staring at Seiras as if she had just seen a ghost. The succubus looked over at her syren before making eye contact with Mokaela, "Do you…know who this monkeigh is?"

"Yes, he's the one who killed you on Kaurava. Archon Tahril even mentioned something about it too," Mokaela nodded.

The syren seemed to give Syndra a subtle look when Aelendriel and Mokaela weren't watching as if to signal her that they had no idea about something.

"Hmph…I get it. You don't know? It'll be your undoing then. I can take pride and satisfaction in knowing that before you mutilate and kill me then," Syndra smirked.

Mokaela seemed a bit annoyed at the rival cult wych's attitude as she took a step towards her, "Oh really? Well I'll make sure what's left of your pride is gone before we're done here."

"Do your worst, my mistress will avenge me and the rest of us. Your days are numbered you pawns of Vect," Syndra spat.

"I trust in Vect far more than I'd trust some lunatic corsair that claims she's a prophet for some unborn god," Aelendriel countered.

"Yvraine will lead our kind into a new age. Vect clings to his power here and guards it jealously, but like sand it slips through his fingers the tighter he squeezes. His way will destroy us all! This city is on borrowed time and it's only a matter of time before we all die. I for one agree with my mistress' assessment of this galaxy. We need be more proactive in fixing this mess that has become of our species," Syndra replied.

"Aelendriel…fetch the vid recorder if you would please," Mokaela politely asked her fellow succubus.

Aelendriel nodded as she dashed off to grab what Seiras could only describe as an Eldar version of a servo skull camera.

It levitated back over towards Mokaela. She put some inputs into it before looking at the caged wyches behind her, "What is Lelith Hesperax's webnet account?"

"You can't be serious…you're going to record it and show her a vid of you torturing us?!" the syren demanded.

"Something like that," Mokaela grinned.

"Let them…she'll know exactly who to kill then," Syndra stated proudly.

"Okay then, what's her webnet address?" Mokaela asked with a mischievous grin.

'What is the webnet I wonder? Is it like the internet?' Seiras pondered over the topic as he had never once heard of it before. It was hard to imagine dark eldar having something like that, but given their technology and culture, he could believe it. Privileged human worlds had this type of advanced communication, though he had little experience or knowledge about anything related to the media or personal luxuries. Usually it was isolated on planets, and heavily monitored by the Inquisition and the Adeptus Administratum. Only those who worked primarily with vox networks and communication actually understood how it worked in the Imperium.

"LH Red 151468, the password to send a personal video message is: Deathwish." Syndra decided to answer right away.

"So what…you're going to livestream torturing us to Lelith Hesperax herself? That's just asking to die…you're going to regret this! Go on and do then!" the caged syren interjected.

"Oh no…it's you girls that are going to regret this situation. Such blind arrogance. I had something special in mind to send Lelith Hesperax that would probably be funnier than me peeling your faces off. Honestly, I tire of all the conventional torture. It's easy to break someone's body or mutilate them into a pathetic heap of flesh. But breaking someone's pride…breaking their dignity is so much more sensational. You're almost too pretty to cut up Syndra. So instead, we're going to show you in a more flattering way…one that suits you red-haired diva whores. Let's see how amusing your mistress finds this video when she watches Seiras rape you," Mokaela licked her lips with anticipation.

"W-wait…what?!" Syndra deadpanned in pure disbelief.

'Oh no…the very last thing I need in this galaxy is a video of me having sex with a cult of strife wych being sent to their leader. Even when I get out of this place, I'm a dead man if I ever run into this Lelith Hesperax now. Especially if she's the most skilled wych in the galaxy.' Seiras thought seriously.

"Hold her down girls over that table," Mokaela commanded. Kaerith and the other two bloodbrides did as she commanded as they dragged the resisting chained up succubus over and violently pinned her on a table.

Mokaela then drew a syringe from her waist pouch and laid it out on the table in front of Syndra, "I'll give you the special cocktail for this. Nightbliss Nectar and time stoppers. I call it the Nelfaera special."

"Curse you!" Syndra spat furiously but one of the unnamed wyches pushed her head back down against the table as she tried to spit.

The Cult of Eternal Night wyches all gathered around anxiously as if they were about to watch some amazing show and basked in the captive succubus' misery. Mokaela chuckled sinisterly as she prepared her syringe, "I hear you Cult of Strife wyches pride yourself on being drug-free. This will be especially potent then, haha!"

Injecting her with a heaping dose of nightbliss nectar and the time stopper serum, Seiras could visibly see the wych's eyes dilate unusually as she stopped struggling. It appeared to be twice the dosage that Shiralyn recieved not too long ago. Another wych then dropped a huge line of warpdust in front of her and violently tugged her hair as she covered Syndra's mouth and dragged her head back and forth over it.

Syndra stubbornly resisted it until Aelendriel gathered up a huge fistful and practically forced it into her nose, "Snort it, whore!"

The chained up captive shrieked in defiance, but it was pointless as she was forced in inhale a massive dose of the powdery stimulant.

"We recording?" Aelendriel asked anxiously.

"Starting it now! Strip her girls!" Mokaela laughed eagerly as the camera flew closer for a better view.

Syndra's nether regions were already dripping wet from the nightbliss nectar and she began to pathetically groan as her legs wobbled, "It burns!"

Looking into the lens of its alien camera, Mokaela spoke to it, "Well hello there, Lelith Hesperax. We found some of your girls helping the Ynnari in our Kabal War. I just thought you might want to see this."

Moments later the camera flew around to get a front view of Syndra pinned against the table. Her nose was bleeding and warpdust was covering parts of her face still as she began to quiver unusually to the effects of it. The camera went in closer to show her face.

She spoke up groggily, "Mistress, don't watch this-"

Her head was slammed against the table silencing her quickly. Mokaela then glanced over at Seiras, "She's all yours, Seiras. Rape this whore for me!"

"I hear you know who Seiras is Lelith…you might find this especially entertaining then!" Mokaela laughed cruelly as the camera focused over towards him now.

The librarian stood there blankly for a moment unsure of what to do. He wanted no part of this situation, but he had to obey them to keep appearances up.

'On the off chance this Lelith Hesperax ever does see this vid, I don't want her to think I wanted to do this,' Seiras thought tactically.

He shook his head, "I have no interest in this…"

Mokaela gave him a dangerous glare before she activated his collar causing him to howl in agony and thrash about. The older succubus sighed heavily, "Do we really have to do this? Get over here and rape this bitch!"

She then switched his collar over to paralysis as she walked up to him. Mokaela proceeded to pull out another syringe, "Here's your medicine, Seiras. That'll help you get in the mood."

The psychotic succubus quickly injected him with nightbliss nectar. He truly hated this evil drug as it betrayed his rational thinking almost immediately. In mere seconds he felt his skin begin to tingle as sweat started to drip. Even the Immortis gland couldn't prevent this amount of hormones and chemicals from shooting his libido into a dangerous overdrive.

His collar let off shortly afterward allowing him to move. He felt blood rushing everywhere in his body, but primarily around his groin once again.

Despite his condition, he still felt reluctant to move. His clothes were immediately stripped from him by Mokaela. She spoke softly, "Go punish this arrogant bitch. It seems only fitting that you put her in her place…again."

Against good judgment, but for the good of his cover, he finally obeyed. The nearby wyches watching the scene were all staring with fascination at the event. Some seemed especially curious about his erection.

One of the caged cult of strife wyches spoke up disbelievingly, "They can actually breed?!"

"Oh yes, don't worry…you'll get your turn too," Mokaela answered her.

All of the onlooking wyches began to gossip and cheer with excitement as if this was premiere entertainment. As Seiras initially suspected, Mokaela normalizing the 'monkeigh fetish' concept had caused a number of them to feel no shame in expressing interest.

Several of the low ranking wyches whistled as he walked closer to the pinned Syndra. Many others offered various comments of approval, and one even slapped his ass much to his disgust.

"NOOO! Don't you dare defile me you filthy monkeigh! The Cult of Strife will castrate you for this!" Syndra began to freak out now as she tried to break free. Unfortunately for her it was all in vain.

Seiras positioned himself behind her and slowly penetrated her from behind. He went at a normal pace for about half a minute and tried to tune out the cheering of the surrounding onlookers. Syndra let out shrieking yelps as tears quickly formed in her eyes, "NO! You can't do this to me!"

"UHHHH! AHHH! Oh no! I can't…NO! Ooooh!" she moaned in a mixture between shameless pleasure and bitter defiance. Due to her extra sensitive genitalia being stimulated now Syndra could barely control her own muscles as she quivered sporadically. She was a lot like Shiralyn in the fact that she had a super low tolerance to the drug and could barely handle the enhanced stimulation.

"Oooh, I think she likes that! Wait…did she cum already?! Hahahaha!" Mokaela beamed proudly into the camera.

"Damn you all!" Syndra shouted with angry sorrow.

"What the hell?! Lady Syndra!" the syren called out desperately.

"A great cult of strife succubus has a bit of a of a premature orgasm problem. Hahaha!" Mokaela laughed hysterically. Many of the onlookers found it especially funny as well.

"It's those drugs you put in her! She can't control her body right now!" the syren tried to defend from her cage.

During this time Seiras hadn't been moving much as he looked around in confusion at the scene unfolding around him.

"It burns…" Syndra practically whimpered when the stimulation from Seiras' penetration slowed down and almost stopped.

"Wait…stop for a moment Seiras," Mokaela ordered as she activated the stun on his collar.

"No! Ughhh! Just kill me already!" Syndra shouted as she appeared to be in great pain.

Mokaela let out a playful giggle, "You know the thing I like most about nightbliss nectar? It's a great torture drug. People who have no tolerance to it suffer excruciating burning agony when they're denied stimulation and release. I'll gladly let Seiras continue, but you must beg for it first, Syndra Therona."

"Never! Curse all of you! Mistress forgive me!" Syndra was now filled with tears as she writhed about in her suffering.

"The monkeigh seems to handle the drug better than she does," one of the low-ranking debutantes commented.

"Oh he's had plenty of exposure to it already," Mokaela began to laugh maniacally.

'I want to imagine this can't get any worse, but somehow I know fate will find a way to prove me wrong,' Seiras thought shamefully as he tried not to look at anyone and go somewhere else in his own mind.

He had no idea how much time had passed since Mokaela froze him, but Syndra was now squealing in agony and pain as she flailed about trying to endure the drug's effects. He knew exactly what she was experiencing, but it seemed even worse than what Nelfaera did to Shiralyn for some reason.

Seiras himself was now starting to feel that unscratchable burning itch in his groin as the drug was having the same effect on him. Though he kept his composure unlike the wailing succubus who was greatly amusing the audience with her ungraceful humiliation.

Finally she couldn't take it anymore, "Please! I need it!"

"What's that? What do you need exactly, Syndra?" Mokaela asked her with a sulty teasing tone.

"Let me cum! Please! He can fuck me, okay! Just make it stop!" she folded under the pain finally.

It was truly remarkable how potent of a torturing method this was. It was physically painful, emotionally painful, and it destroyed one's pride in the process.

"Beg, Syndra…beg for that space marine's dick!" Aelendriel exclaimed joyously in Gothic at Syndra's suffering.

"Fuck me monkeigh! Please!" Syndra cried out in gothic.

He himself was actually grateful that she finally gave in as he was starting to experience a lot more pain from the burning bloodflow in his manhood. To him it felt like lava was in his blood right now.

The moment Mokaela released the stun on his collar he began to rapidly penetrate her as he wanted to get this horrible act over with as soon as possible.

Syndra didn't appear ready for it however as she squealed like a shameless whore, "Yes! YES! GIVE IT TO ME! GIVE IT TO ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! UGHHHHH! Oooooooh! It feels so good! Don't stop! Don't stop! MORE! MORE!"

"Oh she has completely surrendered now. To think a proud succubus of the Cult of Strife would beg this hard for a monkeigh's dick," Mokaela laughed into the camera.

The camera was now panned over in front of Syndra's face as she rolled her eyes back and held her tongue out in a dazed almost comical expression. THe succubus was completely out of her mind now and shamelessly surrendered herself to the pleasure and stimulation previously denied.

"Oooh! OOOOH! ARGHHHH!" She screamed at the top of her lungs as her walls rapidly contracted and her entire body began to almost vibrate. This was all it took to send Seiras over the edge as he closed his eyes and tried to pretend like it wasn't happening. It felt very good to him as well, but he tried to ignore those feelings as he pretended he was having sex with Jessenta instead.

"MMMMM! AHHHH! Ooh it's filling me up! It feels so good! UGHHH!" Syndra shrieked and moaned until the act was finally over. She then relaxed into a stupor as she began to drool over the table with a dazed satisfied face.

"Nice! Here, have some more nightbliss nectar," Mokaela laughed as she injected twice the dose as before.

"Wow, who knew Seiras could breed like that…" one of the debutantes chuckled.

One of the bloodbrides glanced over at Kaerith now, "I can't believe I ever shamed you for wanting that. I might have to try it myself."

"Yeah..." Kaerith looked away blushing.

"Oh don't you worry. It's a party girls and I want everyone to have fun! But we should really take care of our guests first. Fetch me that syren in the cage…she's next," Mokaela announced. A group of wyches moved to quickly drag the captive cult of strife syren out of the cage while some of the others chained Syndra down to the table.

The newly added dose of drugs had Syndra experiencing the burning lust again. Mokaela then personally pinned the syren down to where Syndra could see her.

"Here's your next dose, Seiras. You're going to need a lot of that before the party's over," Mokaela smirked as she injected Seiras again.

"W-wait, what about me?!" Syndra asked.

Mokaela smirked, "Oh you don't get to go again until Seiras has fucked all of your little underlings first. I look forward to hearing your anguished cries of envy."

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Why hello there my fellow hereti- I mean loyal brothers of the Imperium! You know looking back at all these chapters and lemons I've written, I have to wonder if I'm messed up in the head for writing all this torture porn stuff. I feel like I'm slowly converting you guys into Slaanesh worshippers with all this heresy.

That aside, I apologize for my long absence, but I'm back now and here's the update. This chapter was packed full of some surprising developments and our poor Blood Raven is now up to his neck in some serious trouble. Just when things were starting to look up, the reality sets in that this is still Commorragh.

While our protagonist was successful at bringing Ferrus back, he's now stuck between multiple plots and making enemies of people he's never even met. What might Lelith Hesperax think when she sees the friendly video Mokaela is sending her? Even with escape on the horizon, Seiras will have that black cloud over him for the rest of his life. Will Lelith make an appearance in this story? Maybe...

That's unfortunately the least of Seiras' concerns now as some disastrous news from Aenaria may very well derail his entire escape plan. She warns him about battle coming. Who do you think are the players involved? Clearly it's going to be a big showdown and his escape won't go as smoothly as he was hoping.

The biggest problem though is Nelfaera completely unraveled Seiras' plan as we come to find out she was actually awake when he spoke with Shiralyn about escaping. Why wouldn't the shadowseer warn Seiras about it? What could Sylandri be planning there…and what of Nelfaera's plan? Can she be trusted or will Seiras have to find a way to get rid of her quickly?

To top it all off with another terrible problem, Maeralya also took Sylea back when he was away. What is she up to and will she torture information from the meek hospitaller?

To summarize this chapter in its totality: Seiras gets fucked literally and figuratively...and shit has hit the fan. How will our beloved (NOT A HERETIC) librarian get out of this one? Find out next chapter which it titled: Last Resort. As always thanks for reading guys. Seriously, your enthusiasm for the story keeps me motivated. See you next time!