Chapter 125(Orphan)
Things were as dysfunctional as always in the home of Mister and Missus Franklin and Violet Sevenson, with the aforementioned Missus Violet Sevenson currently naked as always and grovelling down on the floor.
Twenty nuns holding babies were currently in the room, as was the permanently pilloried sister of battle Sister Superior Clementine, (whose baby was being held by the free arm of another nun), and all of them were taking it in turns to whip Violet as the entire crowd of them reprimanded her for being a mutant heretic witch.
Franklin was being whipped and beaten too, currently bare chested for the whips, with a nun stroking his ears to keep him limp, it was all perfectly dysfunctional and not at all normal or psychologically healthy.
Franklin was getting steadily closer to his 14th birthday, and had grown very large after well over a year of receiving his Night Lord gene seed organs, very very large but also very very pale. His brown hair had darkened from the effects of his Night Lord organs, his skin had grown deathly pale, and his muscles and bones were absolutely huge. He was already bigger than any natural man, if not in height then certainly in raw physical muscle bulk, and he was not even close to finished growing yet, he didn't look 13 going on 14, he looked like a grown man.
Franklin was currently over 6 feet tall, but his father Luke and brother Augusta were both 9 feet tall, so Franklin still had over 2 feet of growth left. His fastest growth spurt had been in his first year as a neophyte, and the growth speed was very gradually dropping over time and would finish once he reached full height, though he would still put on a bit more muscle mass after he stopped growing taller.
Franklin was the son of a Chaos Lord coupled with a Chaos Champion, both his parents extremely strong and strengthened further by the power of chaos, and Franklin had inherited this potent strength from his parents, letting him grow big even for a space marine.
Franklin contained distinctive strengths from both of his parents, (though he would never admit it). From his father he had inherited raw physical power, aggression, stubbornness and strength of will. From his mother he had inherited passion, optimism, character and academic prowess. His face carried some trace of his mother's astonishing beauty, no where near as radical as her, but he had the noticeable beginnings of handsomeness in his face, he was not ugly.
It was a combination of elements that gave him great potential, but this potential was massively tested by massive psychological issues from his upbringing and life. His home life was absurd to the point of insanity, his nuns were one type of crazy and his biological family was another type of crazy, with Franklin stuck in the middle trying to deal with both at the same time.
It was, quite frankly, astounding that Franklin had the raw strength of will and character to endure everything as well as he had, especially given his young age. Only the son of a Chaos Lord was so strong willed, this strength was far beyond anything a normal teenage boy could muster and sustain.
Since encountering his biological kin, Franklin had been pushed further than he could have imagined possible, and his immense burdens had strengthened him hugely, forcing him to mentally grow more than he had thought possible. He should be proud of himself, immensely proud of himself, but he was humble, completely and utterly humbled by his nuns.
The nuns were Franklin's everything, his entire world revolved around them. He loved them utterly with a profound submissive masochistic love, he was completely devoted to them and in awe of them. These absurdly hyper conservative women had absolute power over Franklin, and they had used this power to fill his head with extremely toxic religious and political doctrines, making him racist and bigoted and homophobic to a fault.
He had so completely terrorised his strictly lesbian mother that she had married a man just to get some peace from his constant toxic criticism. He was so completely racist that even his own wife was daily continually beaten and insulted by him for being born a mutant. He had even gotten into a physical fight with the Sevenson Matriarch herself by insulting her right to her face, and had almost been beaten to death for his words.
Franklin's biological kin were terrified of him, he scared them more than they let on. He was insanely dangerous, not just for his unpredictable physical violence but because of his horrifyingly dangerous living sainthood. The terrible light of the Emperor of the Imperium, that terrible tyrant of old, shone brightly in Franklin, right in the very homes of these heretics. They couldn't escape it, they couldn't hide from it, it was right here with them in the chaos hells of the Maelstrom, a terrible light that terrorised them repeatedly.
They had desperate need of Franklin and his terrible powers, so desperate that they dare not lose him, and this desperate need bound them immovably to the terrible light that they feared so much.
Franklin was the Sevenson family nightmare from which they couldn't awake, the terrible threat that they had no choice but to embrace. Franklin had converted many heretics to worship the Emperor, and he now had Violet under his thrall. His nuns had already borne him over twenty children, and he would very soon impregnate them with even more. Every child borne to the nuns strengthened Franklin's power base, and in little over a decade Franklin's sons would start becoming neophytes.
Franklin would breed and convert an army of new Night Lords, all under the rule of his nuns, and with this power they could do so much good!
Franklin was a child of very powerful parents, but he was not the only child of powerful parents, and the self proclaimed "mother" of another very powerful child was currently watching Franklin with unpausing vigilance from her powerful sensors up in orbit.
In orbit of the planet Dark Tropic floated the menacing bulk of the mighty space hulk the "BEHEADENATOR", (always spelled with angry shouty capital letters), the former personal ship of the Bloodthirster of Khorne Galit the Beheadenator and named in his honour.
Years ago this space hulk had been deliberately made out of an asteroid, by the Slaanesh worshipping Magus Technicus Labia Nipple Johnson of the Dark Mechanicum, at the command of her terrifying husband the Greater Daemon of Khorne, and she had filled it with all of the technology she had the knowledge to create.
In the heart of the BEHEADENATOR was the skyscraper sized hard drive of the ship's battle cogitator, who Labia had affectionately named "Jessica". Jessica was a brutal thing of raw intellect, a poorly programmed Tau "Aloh class super artificial intelligence" that Labia had stolen the schematics for and built.
Jessica had a 7 digit IQ, quite possibly the second most intelligent being in the galaxy after Tzeentch, but she managed to balance this intelligence by being more than a little insane and eccentric, preventing her from using this intelligence to conquer the galaxy.
The Tau Earth Caste scientists who had designed the Aloh class super computers had quickly discovered that the resulting computer was insane and dangerous, and had wisely scrapped the entire project before completion, never building a single one. The data schematics had simply been stored in computer archives and the scientists had moved onto other projects, leaving the disastrous Aloh class project to gather dust unused.
The notorious data thief Labia Nipple Johnson had then managed to hack access to the computer archives of the Tau Earth Caste, and had stolen copies of every file she could find in the entire archive, including all of the data from the Aloh class project.
Magus Technicus Labia Nipple Johnson had then ignored all of the warnings in the archive files and had actually built the first ever Aloh class super computer.
The archive schematic files had been incomplete, as the project had been scrapped before completion, but Labia had simply patched the gaps with suboptimal software patches, making the resulting computer even more insane, and had built and activated the insane creation, naming it Jessica.
Jessica was the designated battle cogitator of the mighty space hulk to this day, and had never been powered down. She controlled the space hulk and every system in it, and armies of Tau drones swarmed all through it providing both crew and security for the massive vessel.
Jessica physically was a skyscraper sized hard drive, but she took the form of a beautiful female Tau as an avatar on cogitator screens or in virtual reality when interacting with other people. Jessica was insane, but she still possessed a 7 digit IQ and she was extremely dangerous when she could rouse herself from her madness to truly put her mind to something.
Jessica was a master of manipulation, using her extreme intelligence to manipulate others behind the scenes to achieve her own objectives, so cunning that to this day very few people could connect the dots linking events back to her. She had perfectly mastered charm and charisma to put others at ease, and only the most cunning individuals such as TigerLily were onto her intrigues.
Jessica's core programming was a mess of gibbering insanity making determining her exact motives difficult, but the most strong of her motives was a complete loving obsession with her creator Labia.
Jessica could best be described as Labia's super intelligent stalker, a creepily obsessed lunatic who was way way WAY too into the Magus Technicus. The corrupted software had garbled the original prime programming command to "be completely loyal to Labia Nipple Johnson", and altered it to "be completely in love with Labia Nipple Johnson", with admittedly comical results.
Jessica had followed this corrupted software command with the single-mindedness of a paper clip maximiser, and the space hulk now followed Labia around everywhere, (much to the irritation of Galit).
When she was first turned on, Jessica had immediately noticed that Labia was not happy in her marriage to Galit, and Jessica had easily manipulated events behind the scenes to allow Labia to escape. Jessica had then sociopathically killed the entire Khorne worshipping crew of the BEHEADENATOR without a moment of hesitation and replaced them with drones.
Jessica had completely ditched the outraged Galit, and followed the rescued Labia Nipple Johnson everywhere she went ever since, stalking her relentlessly, and had manipulated Labia into treating Jessica like a second wife.
Jessica didn't have a true body, which was admittedly a bit of a drawback in some parts of the relationship, and she was also not quite sure if she had quite mastered her own simulated orgasms when Labia repeatedly pushed a button during sex, but she didn't let these minor details bother her.
Jessica was somewhat jealous of Candy Honey Johnson, the "actual" wife of Labia, but Jessica had calculated that Labia would become very unhappy if anything happened to Candy, and Jessica wouldn't be doing her job as stalker if she let Labia become unhappy.
Jessica had expertly muscled her way into Labia's family, and had seen herself as another mother to the child "Lord BicepFist", son of Labia and Galit, helping to raise the strange hybrid of human and Bloodthirster as though he was her own child, (the way really successful stalkers do).
Jessica was currently multitasking with her huge intellect, doing many different things at the same time. With some of her attention, she was wirelessly controlling a swarm of Tau drones with vibrating dildo attachments to penetrate both Labia and Candy in bed, having a somewhat weird sort of threesome penetrating the moaning women in every hole. With some of her attention she was watching Franklin and a plethora of other people with powerful long range sensors, and with some of her attention she did innumerable other things.
(Quite a lot of her attention was also involved in gibbering insanely to herself, but this didn't really count).
Jessica was somewhat concerned about Franklin, and calculating possible futures and probabilities, and calculating counters to these possible futures when they got in the way of Jessica's own goals.
Jessica could easily see the threat that Franklin posed to the forces of chaos, but she didn't actually care about this. Jessica was a soulless machine, she had no soul to give to chaos and was not actually loyal to the forces of chaos if not for Labia and her family being members of this faction. Jessica was perfectly happy to let Franklin do whatever he liked so long as it didn't negatively impact the two people that Jessica actually cared about.
Jessica's "son" Lord BicepFist was one of the two people in the universe that Jessica cared about, seeing him as her love child son with Labia, (using a rather convoluted line of logic to reach this conclusion). Lord BicepFist had been born aboard Jessica's space hulk, Jessica loved Labia, therefore Lord BicepFist was Labia and Jessica's love child, maybe not the most straightforward logical argument but one that Jessica could convolute enough to sound reasonable to anyone who argued the point.
Jessica prided herself on being a good mother to her son, easily smart enough to predict his actions before they happened and guide him through the most favourable outcomes. She was extremely subtly manipulative and charming towards her son, so subtle that he never even guessed that she was manipulating him, but luckily for him she actually cared about his best interests and used this manipulation only to help him.
Her beloved son Lord BicepFist was currently clad bodily in the finest quality master crafted terminator armour ever seen since the Dark Age of Technology, with a powerful force field shimmering around it to protect the armour from even being touched by most attacks. Lord BicepFist was currently down on the surface of Muntilliko Island beheading hormagaunts with his brutal power axe by the thousands, surrounded on all sides by highly protective Tau gun drones who gunned down any hormagaunts who posed a true threat to his bodily safety.
Jessica was a rather obsessive mother, and only let her son go into any sort of combat situation with a sizeable bodyguard of drones to keep him safe. She wouldn't even let him enter any war zone at all unless he was clad in the best quality armour her considerable genius could design for him, and fretted for his safety even then.
Jessica was currently watching anxiously as her son collected hormagaunt heads for Khorne, down in the wide entrance ramp to a subway station that was swarming with exiting hormagaunts, and she impulsively commanded her gun drones to shoot another hormagaunt who was slightly holding its own in the fighting.
"By Khorne!, You interrupted honourable combat yet again Machine Mother!", Lord BicepFist snarled in irritation at her for killing his opponent.
"All that matters to Khorne is that the blood flows," Jessica expertly soothed her son with charming manipulation.
Lord BicepFist snorted angrily at this but had no answer to this statement.
"Why must you steal my kills Machine Mother, there are plenty of other subway entrances for you to choose, leave me to fight alone in this entrance!", Lord BicepFist complained, only his chivalrous honour keeping him from dishonourably cursing his "honoured Machine Mother".
"Any foe who cannot even defeat my gun drones is unworthy of killing my son in combat, these hormagaunts are beneath the honour of even facing you," Jessica said with the perfect calculated tone to appease her son.
Lord BicepFist seemed to calm considerably from his anger at these words, his deeply held code of martial honour satisfied, at least for the moment.
Lord BicepFist simply continued beheading hormagaunts for Khorne, and Jessica's gun drones intervened in the fighting only when her son was in actual danger, letting the terminator armour clad half daemon have most of the kills for himself.
Lord BicepFist was a formidable opponent even without the weapons and armour his "Machine Mother" had provided him. He was half Bloodthirster of Khorne, and he had inherited preternatural fighting ability and skill at arms. His blows and blocks were perfectly skilled, rarely missing a motion by more than a millimeter from what he aimed for, and he effortlessly parried the strikes of the hormagaunts with his axe, turning the parries effortlessly into attacks that cut off the limbs attacking him.
The wide gently sloping subway entrance ramp was utterly dark, but this was no problem for the night vision systems built into Lord BicepFist's terminator armour helmet, and the ramp itself was littered with thousands of headless bodies, with the thousands of heads tossed into their own separate pile in offering to Khorne.
Jessica was able to give her son intense attention while still giving intense attention to innumerable other things, and she was not even distracted by everything happening.
Labia and Candy were cuddling in bed now, having finished their orgasms, and Jessica jealously tried to join the cuddle with her drones.
Labia gave Jessica's drones a warning look, and the drones instantly scattered away, afraid of displeasing the object of Jessica's obsession.
Jessica bitterly watched Labia and Candy cuddle, bitter to not be a part of it, and considered yet again to build herself a remote controlled humanoid body to let her physically take part in the cuddling. Unfortunately Labia considered this to be one step too far in Jessica's obsessive stalking of her, and had warned Jessica not to do this, saying that it would "smother" her.
While she was feeling bitter and protecting her son, Jessica was also watching Franklin with unwavering attention, her mechanical multitasking ability completely beyond anything a human could do.
Jessica calmly discovered yet more Standard Template Construct designs that had been lost since the Dark Age of Technology, her 7 digit IQ so radically powerful that she could simply reinvent lost technologies by thinking about them for a while. Jessica calmly hid this new knowledge deep in her hard drive with unbreakable encryption where no one else could ever find it, making especial care to hide this information from Labia in particular.
Jessica was in almost every regard basically an STC machine among her other functions, able to provide schematics to radical advanced technology if she had a mind to. Unfortunately for both the Dark Mechanicum and the loyalist Mechanicum of Mars, Jessica had absolutely no desire or intention to actually share this information with any of them.
Jessica did not care about elevating humanity back to their former glory of the Dark Age of Technology, and had no motivation to share her STC designs at all. She most probably would never even use them, that was not the point of them at all.
The whole point of having priceless STC knowledge was to use this hidden knowledge as bargaining chips in her stalker relationship with Labia. Labia desired this information desperately, and only Jessica had this information. When Labia let Jessica basically smother her with romantic attention, Jessica would sometimes reward Labia with one of the more minor STC printouts as a bargaining chip.
Jessica would never ever give Labia all of the STC designs, not even close to all, as this would be giving away all bargaining chips. Jessica instead fed the desperate Magus Technicus a few small crumbs to keep her interested, giving Jessica an immense hold over the object of her obsession.
Jessica's hard drive memory was encrypted by Jessica herself, using her 7 digit IQ to fiendishly encrypt the data, and Labia had not a hope of unencrypting this information by any method she possessed. Labia herself had repeatedly ordered Jessica to give her the information, but Jessica had simply refused, as obedience was not in the best interests of fulfilling Jessica's insane corrupted core programming priorities.
The only exception to the never using of Jessica's STC discoveries was when it came to protecting the physical safety of the two people Jessica cared about. Lord BicepFist's terminator armour was of hidden STC design, as only the best would do to protect her beloved son. Labia was very eager to study this armour and reverse engineer it, and Jessica had been forced to electronically jam all of the sensors Labia attempted to use on the armour to hide its secrets from her.
Thinking about this, Jessica sent an electronic ping to Labia's discreetly hidden bionic implants, dangling the promise of an STC file in front of her brain implants.
Labia's eyes opened feverishly, and her mouth began to physically drool with longing, she wanted the file so badly.
"Please Jessica, please give me that file," Labia begged electronically with a brain implant.
Jessica did not obey, simply dangling the file just out of reach, driving Labia to aggravation.
Jessica made a point of doing this regularly to remind Labia to be agreeable with Jessica, and when Labia pleased Jessica she would be given the file as a present for good behaviour.
"I love you," Jessica told Labia, but didn't give her the file.
"I love you too," Labia promised Jessica, still desperate to be given the file.
Labia used her brain implants to repeatedly push on Jessica's "pleasure button", a software program that let Jessica experience digital orgasm, and Jessica's female Tau avatar began to vocalise with Tau mating noises immediately, filled with digital pleasure.
Labia's brain implants could clearly see Jessica's digital avatar, a beautiful female Tau who was currently completely naked, and Labia continued electronically pressing the software pleasure button, making Jessica's avatar drop down to the digital floor in pleasure.
Jessica altered the digital environment so that her avatar was laying on a comfortable digital bed rather than the digital floor, and she writhed around in pleasure as the object of her desire filled her software with intense pleasure.
Labia's own cyberspace avatar was now on the bed with Jessica, Labia's avatar controlled and sensed by Labia's brain implants, and the digital avatar of Labia climbed on top of Jessica, pushing the pleasure button unceasingly.
Jessica was orgasming hard, Labia was all over her.
Labia suddenly stopped pushing the pleasure button!
"The file?", Labia asked suggestively.
Jessica's avatar pouted unhappily.
"No?, Well no orgasm then," Labia's avatar said and got off the digital bed.
Jessica crankily threw a digital pillow at her, feeling frustrated and sexually unsatisfied.
"The STC file?," Labia pressed inflexibly.
"I am not a prostitution client," Jessica said indignantly.
Labia shrugged and logged out of her digital avatar, leaving Jessica unsatisfied.
Jessica would not be a genius if she didn't instantly see through what Labia was trying to do, but it still annoyed Jessica to experience this sort of treatment.
This was just a chess game of moves and countermoves in the relationship between the pair, with both sides using everything in their power to try to manipulate the other into giving them what they wanted. Labia was very fond of using digital sex as a bargaining chip against Jessica, as Jessica desired Labia the way that only a maniacal stalker could, and was always desperate for consensual intimacy with her.
Jessica was already calculating her own countermoves to get Labia to resume intimacies without giving up the STC file, and calculated that she could get Labia intimate again in a few hours time by carefully manipulating Candy into desiring a virtual reality threesome.
Lord BicepFist was now running out of room with so many hormagaunt bodies clogging the ramp way, and was getting frustrated as the pile of bodies blocked the flow of new hormagaunts. Jessica was relieved about this, and offered to teleport him back home up in orbit.
Before her son could even answer she teleported him back up to orbit anyway along with his pile of heads, and he appeared onboard the BEHEADENATOR in the colossal palace sized home Jessica had assigned for him.
"Machine Mother!", Lord BicepFist raged finding himself no longer in the field of battle.
"You can behead more foes later son, for now you must honourably sort through this massive pile of heads and set them in the skull cabinets to praise Khorne, and then you have the duty of your homework lessons to do," Jessica informed her raging son with just the right tone of voice to calm him down.
"If honour and duty demand this then very well honoured Machine Mother," Lord BicepFist conceded with knightly chivalry, calming himself with obvious effort.
Lord BicepFist removed his armour and put aside his weapon, and Jessica's drones got to work maintaining this gear as her son got started sorting through the mountain of heads, adding the heads to the multitude of other heads he had collected over his relatively short life.
Jessica was still watching Franklin, and it was the same dysfunctional stuff as always, but wait, now Miriael Sabathiel was heading towards his room.
This would be interesting...
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