Chapter 12: Origins

"Alright, where do I start?" Hayden was forced to tell his nieces of their dad's significance to the galaxy and their birth. He was currently sitting on a motorcycle from the 21st century, a Harley Davidson.

Ayla was first "What about our conception? You and dad always seem to stray away from it a lot." She folds her six arms under her soft six pairs of breasts, by the Emperor, these bags of soft flesh are annoying as hell.

"You have a keen mind, Ayla. Yes, your birth was a unique one as you both were copied from his template." Hayden flinched when saying that. The girls' eyes widen, did he mean, they are clones?

He sighs "You're both the clones of Johny William Parker, your biological father and mother." He added in the last bit to calm them down. "It is a very interesting story."

During the Great Crusade...

Within the Emperor's Children, there was an insane scientist by the name of Fabius Bile. His degraded mind was quite interested in cloning the Hospitaller for both him being a perpetual and his great psychic might, great attributes for the Emperor's Children if they were to ever improve their gene-seed. This idea however would go through means that would even disturb Slaanesh. He discreetly slaughtered 500 fertile omega-class blank women to form one gigantic womb to contain the psychic energy that was beyond the scale. After stealing some of the Hospitaller DNA from a battlefield he began the process within the asteroid lab he built.

While in the shadows two Space Marines, loyal Emperor's Children during the heresy that will die in the future purge, were disgusted at his total lack of respect to the Hospitaller so they sent word to the Hospitaller himself of this horror.

The Hospitaller was enraged at the means of this 'project' and went to Fabius's lab in quick haste, bringing along several Terminator Squads from the Raven Guard with clear expressive permission from Corvus Corax himself for extra firepower. He sent word to Fulgrim that his son is now under arrest but the issue was dismissed and unimportant and cut the call, Fulgrim vainly thought he had his Legion's full loyalty before the Horus Heresy, he was very wrong.

After arriving at the facility the Hospitaller ventured into the depths of the asteroid and got attacked by Space Marines. They are quickly dealt with bolter fire and warp-caused exploding heads and continued on their way. Meeting even more resistance the Hospitaller told his Terminators to flank from the sides while he takes the brunt and continued to head down the oneway hallway, slashing a Space Marine's arms off and then thrusting his sword through the helmet. Using his sword he rapidly twirls it around to slice the bolts mid-air while walking like an unflinching mountain as he continued to walk undeterred.

Meanwhile, the Terminator squads were sneakily getting into position and opened fire at the Emperor's Children Tactical squad, killing them with Volkite weaponry. They rejoined with the Hospitaller at a metal door, they began placing Melta charge on it. Once exploded they went into the lab where Fabius was overseeing the artificial womb growing two babies.

Turning around he saw the Hospitaller and welcomed him, telling him that he is doing a great service to his heritage by giving him an heir. The Hospitaller stated that he killed 500 innocent women for this 'heir' he speaks of.

Fabius laughs, he states he was giving him two 'heirs'. Gesturing to the artificial womb separated from the outside by warp-proof glass. The Hospitaller could hear and see two beating hearts within the womb, feeling both their innocence and their power. He tells Fabius he is under arrest as the Terminators began to circle him.

Fabius smirked, he had told his Primarch that he would give him two great warrior-concubines and he would not leave without them. He complies with the order knowing the Phoenix King is on the way, getting his brides.

The Hospitaller reading his mind went into a new-founded parental rage, picked Fabius up by the throat and slammed him into the ground, shaking the asteroid facility. He punched Fabius's ugly face rapidly with his gauntlets, taking out a few of his teeth and breaking his nose. It took all the Terminators to get him off and calm him down as Fabius escaped.

After a few minutes, they realized Fabius got away, without Fulgrim's prizes. The Hospitaller looked to the womb to see the two girls who have grown to toddler age and were sucking their thumbs. The Hospitaller uses his powers to teleport them out and hold them gently in his arms. They coo as fatherly instincts kick in.

Without looking at the Terminators he spoke "None must know of this, except your father Corvus Corax. Understood?" he spoke with the last of his fatherly rage.

The Terminators intimidated by him comply and walk back to the ship, leaving the Hospitaller, The Doctor of Wrath, alone. Then he becomes John, the father of two.

"Don't worry little ones, daddy's here." He took off his helmet and smiled at them as they giggle, maybe this wasn't so bad.

"And that's about it." Hayden ended, sorrow on his face. "Had to freeze you both until recently as your minds were very undeveloped and would die if not for your father's psychic energy holding you two together."

The girls were understandably a bit overwhelmed by this news. Jessica asked one question "How fucking old are we?"

"By my estimate, around 10,000 years old, so children times by 1000. It was hell to slowly get out of your baby years in an ice cube. Keeping you both hidden from the wider world took half of his power. That and trying to keep the Chaos taint within acceptable levels. " He half-joked and half-answered. "Anyway, your father is away at the moment so it's just me and the robots." He says as Men of Bronze are carrying crates and driving vehicles around the underground fortress. "But since you're both here I could design some new armour for you two for your new bodies." It was true as both girls wearing nothing as Alyla's tail and boobs prevented any standard armour while Jessica just wasn't wearing any, blame her Daemonette mind.

"But I don't wanna!" Jess crosses her arms and huffs while Ayla sighs. She coils around Jessica in her tail who was yelling "BUT I WANNA BE NAKED!"

"NO, YOU WILL BE NOT!" Ayla shouts as she slithers with Jess in tow to a guest room Hayden points at. He put 'the warp guide to shapeshifting' inside to help them out.

Hayden chuckles "Heh, well at least that's normal." he gets up from the motorcycle and went to his room, time to design some awesome armour for his nieces.

Meanwhile with John...

"-so yeah, that's why I kick your father in the balls. Bastard deserved it." John said to his niece as they sat in the golden chamber. He just finished explaining why he kicked Edward in the balls, for every single death that he had caused during the Great Crusade. While the war was to come, he wished it was not started by Edward.

"Anyway, how are you?" He asked as a servitor hands him a plate of mushroom cheeseburgers.

"Honestly? Pretty fucked up." She drinks the hot chocolate Rogal made for her. "With watching the Imperium burning down, Tyranids eating the ashes, Necrons apparently waking from a slumber, Dark Eldar raids, the Horus Heresy and everything in between."

"Trust me, I wished you didn't either." John patted her back.

The Emperor was silent thought out the whole thing, this was his fault. He won't admit it but deep down, he knows.

A Custodes walks in "My Lord, lady Grace's titan is parked outside. Should we open the garage?"

"OF COURSE DUMBASS, WHY ELSE WOULD WE HAVE IT? WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU STILL HERE, GO GO GO." The Emperor ordered as the Custodes runs to the garage.

"Oh, the Arachnid? Haven't used that since the Horus Heresy. I used it to obliterate Ork Gargants, good times." Grace smiles, say what you will but the Orks knew how to fight, in her opinion.

"Hayden brought it up," John gets a message from him "speaking of which. One sec." He answered it and his face began to pale. "I'm sorry but what the FUCK DO YOU MEAN THEY FOUND THE BASE?! Wait, ISHA DID WHAT?!" Then began to freak out as much as he could before fainting from not breathing in oxygen. Grace laid him against a wall and went back to drinking her hot chocolate.

"So sister, how is your legion?" Rogal asked.

"Well they have been doing well, they are currently changing their ceremonial armour colour to snow white and see if we can join the Space Wolves to at the very least hide and rebuild our strength on a snow world. We also got the ship's STC fabricator online and we have been outfitting all of the Devastator girls in Centurion armour modified with two shoulder-mounted Hurricane Bolters and two wrist-mounted Hurricane Bolters, basically a lot of Dakka." She loved Dakka, something she and Orks have in common.

John wakes up "I need to go home, family problems." He opened a portal and headed back to his fortress, he really should get a babysitter. Maybe from his Division perhaps? He calls Hayden to fetch a worthy babysitter.

With said Division...

Colonel Kelvin, wearing a chef apron over his Guardsmen armour and wearing skates for faster travel, was currently helping Rolf and Natalia by making them some steak for their date. One medium and one rare. After taking a cooking class from the Beastmen he started making his own additions to standard garrison meals. Like adding melted cheese to steak.

After preparing the romantic meal he got some vintage wine, the best from Ultramar thanks to a visiting Rogue Trader. Kelvin then carried the meals outside the cooking area and into the cafeteria where only Rolf and Natalia were seated, everyone else was exploring Holy Terra.

Kelvin skated towards them and placed their meal "Your meal, my friends." Then bowed expertly thanks to his experience as a skating Company champion for 5 consecutive years. He then left to meet with Second General John Parker of The Green Knights, something about babysitting?

He took an elevator to the surface, in it were Tech-priests arguing over how to turn on a stove, two Sisters of Battle gossiping about the Hospitaller Order attached to The Green Knights, and an Iron Fist marine protecting a small Voxcast boy on one of his shoulders.

The Tech-priest continued to argue until the Voxcast boy spoke up "I think you just need to turn the dial." they all turn as one to the child. The Iron Fist slowly put the boy down, his hand ready on a Plasma Pistol and his eyes focusing on the Tech-priests. The Sisters, feeling pity for the child, also readied their Bolters.

Kelvin sighed "Can we at least take it outside the elevator?" Thanks to the recent battles he had bigger balls than when he was a simple recruit "I rather not have to explain to my boss why I'm late." He had some very big balls.

The Sisters took a look at his shoulder emblem, he was from The Green Knight's 1st Combat Battalion, and lower their weapons in respect. The Iron Fist also lowered his weapon as he also recognized his division, having much respect for their stubbornness. The Tech-priests however now aimed their weapons at him, Plasma weapons.

"Are you trying to fucking kill us?" Kelvin crossed his arms and stared directly into their faces. From what he can tell from the sounds behind him and out of the corner of his eyes, the other occupants of this ride were on his side.

A plasma gun was placed against his head "And who are you to deny the Omnissiah his divine punishment against this, heretek, Guardsman?"

Kelvin continued to stare at him "I am just a simple man trying to protect an innocent child, who has not yet seen the horrors of this world."

The elevator door opens to show Hayden waiting for Kelvin, with a blank face on him. After a pause, Hayden brought out a collapsible halberd and fired a lightning bolt at the Tech-priests, hitting them with enough force to knock them into the elevator wall and shut down temporarily. Hayden put his Halberd over his shoulder "Good, you're early."

Several blocks later...

"So let me get this straight, you want me, a lowly Guardsman, to babysit the daughters of my commander who are experienced Sisters of Battle?" Kelvin had no idea who he was more intimidated by, John or his kids.

"Trust me, you are qualified for this. Also if one of them starts to talk about fucking, just ignore her." He and Hayden entered the Parker residence and took Kelvin in awe, the first thing he saw was a tank in the middle of the living room that was converted into a couch with a weird boiler inside it. The floor was a white-furred carpet, unlike the kitchen which had an oak floor.

Above him was the roof which was a hexagon-like dome made of concrete, from what he can tell it was placed way after the church was built. There was a second floor above with a wooden railing and with many more doors. There were different rooms, a library, a gym, a pool, a few bathrooms, a dining room, and a lot more.

Then two girls came from upstairs, the one being chased with glorious white and the other with purple highlights. Shockingly, one of them was not wearing an Adeptus Sororitas tanktop while the other was chasing her with said tanktop. "Get the fuck back here bitch! You will wear this!"

"Fuck off or bite me, sis!" They ran down a hallway as John dropped down from the second floor wearing a suit of armour and black cape. He lands and bends his knees as the sounds of servos whir up and he quickly stands straight and prepares to run again.

"Girls get back!" He saw Kelvin and stooped dead in his tracks "Oh shit, you're early."

Kelvin just blinked and deadpanned "Your daughters are not virtuous as I thought."

"You're damm right. Help me." He then continued to run like hell with Kelvin in tow.

Somewhere else...

Hayden had finished the designs for both girls.

Ayla's armour was designed for maximum protection around her body. The base armour he chose was those of the Medusas but with several key modifications; two deployable wrist chain blades, a more effective powerpack, more pockets, and special leggings that can be used in both of her forms. The tail was heavily armoured with interlocking plates and had the addition of spikes to enhance the tail whipping.

Jessica's was based on a Saint's with a Daemonette flair to it, she threatened to streak across terra itself if he did not comply with her demand, and even John had trouble refusing. It had a dark purple colour to it with golden Slaanesh symbols 'blessing' it. She also demanded that she can easily expose her tits and crotch, at that point Hayden fainted. Jessica just added the features while he was asleep with the help of Kiri.

Speaking of Kiri, after Hayden wakes up he thinks of officially making her his apprentice. To do that he needed permission from a high-ranking Magos. Thankfully he was about to attain that ranking because he recently 'donated' several Soviet tank designs that the Adeptus Mechanicus will love.

He takes a break from his work to wait for the representative of the Ordo Reductor at what was once Berlin. Even after thousands of years and militarization, they still build the best vehicles. Any Spartan Assault Tank or Hellhound that has the good ole German flag on it is by far the most reliable shit you can have. Anyway, after waiting for 6.9 minutes (nice) he met with a female Magos.

"Magos Setira I presume?" She was the standard Magos with a body that is more machine than man as usual. She had no visible Mechadendrites but she did have two Gatling guns in her chest, hosted inside her metal breasts with its barrel poking out just a bit.

++You presume correct, Magos Hayden. Her mechanical voice was quite a contrast to Hayden's fleshy one. While it is unfortunate that your body is 85.7% flesh, you possess quite a mind.++

"Thanks, you know why I'm here." She nods as she takes out something from her cloak, a mechanics badge that was made from melted metal from scrapped Battleships deemed too damaged to repair, a highly prestigious honour for any aspiring Tech-Preist.

++May the Omminisah's light guide you.++ She bowed and left.

Hayden left and saved her name in his data banks, she could be a useful friend.

Somewhere above the atmosphere...

A Space Marine Strike Cruiser comes forth from the Warp above Holy Terra. Its heraldry bears the mark of the Lamenters chapter. Their soldiers are few and their allies none, their only hope was to implore the Emperor himself for help. They have gotten word that he had gained a Tex-To-Speach device and were hopeful that they can earn an audience with him.

Their infamous bad luck would have delayed them but for some reason, they arrived not just on time but earlier than expected. This sudden good luck brought suspicion but also hope. They descended onto the planet and parked their ship. 50 marines exit and head towards the Imperial Palace. Along the way, they are attacked repeatedly by Chaos cultists who keep popping up on Terra, an issue that many Imperials find revolting.

The Lamenters set back their audience request later, now they must purge cultists. It was hard to find them but it was easy to get them supplied. They cut through dozens of them and found evidence of a big cult in the Britannic Sector.

They purged as much as they can along the way before finding themselves at Londinium's largest arms factory, which was abandoned for good reason. They put it under siege when they noticed several Daemons around the desolated area. A squad of Black Templars were en route to assist them but would probably be late if not unattainable. The Lamenters never noticed but they were watched by a lone Guardsman with a white coat, silently observing them.

At midnight...

"Brothers, it is time." Their Chapter Master, Malakim Phoros, told his men as they march into the factory. The heretics began firing upon them from the factory's windows and railings with Lasgun and Autogun fire. The Marines only responded by throwing an equal amount of tenacity, slaughtering those in their way. They entered the compound and were immediately shot at by Heavy Bolter emplacements. Forced to take cover behind walls that were thin enough to puncture by a pencil, it still made them harder to hit.

"Trovan, get higher we will cover you!" Malakim called to his Devestaor who nodded and carried his Heavy Plasma along the way to higher ground. He was soon inside an old office with a clear line of sight. With a PSSSH the Plasma tears asunder the enemy's support of their floors, bringing the crews and their Heavy Bolters to their deaths. With them dead, the Lamenters advance to the main courtyard. Its open space and numerous overlooking platforms would entail an ambush.

The night was filled with ships and bright stars uncaring of the Lamenters. Only with the ship-building moon in the sky shining down on the grounds, do they see mangled bodies and blood surrounded by idols of chaos.

The Space Marines slowly walk through the courtyard before a Leman Russ Executioner roars as it breaks through a weakened wall. It fires a blast that hits hard as 4 poor Marines were annihilated in a blue flash. A horde of cultists with Stubguns who couldn't hit the broadside of an Ork rush towards the Marines, who charge right back with Chainswords and Bolt pistols in hand.

The bloody clash was accompanied by rolling barrels filled with explosive material that was not benefiting the cultists at all. Limbs flew as their owner' die from the fearsome firepower of the Marines. The battleground was soaked with blood that elated the Lord of Red Carnage.

The Executioner fires another shot that misses Loken and discharges behind him, knocking him and his brothers to the ground. Loken wasted no time getting up and fired his bolter. The battle was getting more chaotic, so Loken called a withdrawal to a chokehold within the factory. Even with hundreds or maybe even a thousand dead, the cultists were not letting up. The 50 Marines by now were dwindling to an alarming 10, it will take a miracle to save them and no such thing was in sight. This may be where the infamous luck of the Lamenters finally kills them off.

That is, if their Emperor allowed it so. The ceiling of the factory cracked open as a Dreadnaught painted in grey lands between the Lamenters and the cultists. There was a shocked silence that stopped everyone in their tracks. The Dreadnaught made a sound as it coughed into a microphone, "UH, FUCK YOU." The ancient machine fired his assault cannon into the crowd and mowed bodies left and right.

Suddenly the Executioner tank explodes thanks to a satchel charge thrown by an old Guardsman in white as the remaining Lamenters join the renewed fray. Soon the tide turns and when midday arrives it shines its bright light on dead cultists. The Dreadnaught leaves the area via jetpack while the white Guardsman gives the Lamenters a note and leaves without a word.

The note said to head north to a land of bagpipes. "What the fu-?"

With the Black Templars...

It was rush hour and the damm traffic still hasn't moved. Deciduous was getting very tired and very fucking angry with this fucking traffic grid. He had his Rhino go through the sewer systems to assist those dammed Lamenters, but alas that would not be as he and his team were intercepted by Orks. They were on Holy Terra itself enough to piss him off. The battle would be long, he felt a tang of guilt for not helping the Lamenters.

Back with John Parker...

After getting Jessica to wear a shirt and Ayla some aspirin I planned some ideas on how to better the Imperium. There was word spreading around in the Warp of something big Abbadon is planning towards Cadia, a significant development if it was a Black Crusade. Imperial reports of Drukari Radiers across all sectors increasing were an uncomfortable problem if left to fester. The Tau calmed down with their raids on Imperial systems, were they testing the Imperium of weaknesses?

But another thing on Cadia that worried him was the sudden influx of Warp powers. He could feel a massive growth of Warp energy like no other and damm it was nauseating. He needed to head to Cadia and he fears that he is not the only one, this is one of Tzeentch's plots and he is gathering as many players as possible to make it as unpredictable as possible. If Cadia's importance as a cork on the Eye of Terra is removed we will have hell spread across the galaxy that will affect Edward, Isha, and even Slaanesh. Speaking of Slaanesh it seems she does retain what's left of her humanity but it's small compared to her newer self, if anything it's two souls in one.

I fear that if I intervene there will be consequences for not only me; but also for my daughters. I needed all my resources on Terra if Edward has some grand scheme I need to help with but my regiment, on the other hand, has no such connections. I sent a note to the infamous Imperial war machine that is the Adeptus Administratum that I request a transfer to Cadia.

I wonder how Andel is doing right now?

In a damp dark place in the Warp...

By Khaine, it's good to be home. Not a thought I would have as soon as I arrived at Vect's territory. Fellow Drukari fighting each other, Wychs winning races and then disembowelling their loser sisters, and of course, tortured screams of dammed slaves. Yep, same home. It has been years since he left, his raiding ventures soon paved way for a much more different fate with a certain knight.

Years ago in a different damp dark place...

I cursed the damm warrior who stabbed him in the back while in a fucking firefight! What was it over, a fucking purple flesh sword? Now that I thought about it, he can keep it. I am Andr'ill, proud warrior of the Blood Spillers! We blindly follow our Archon Hexus Grekah in what was supposed to be a normal raid but apparently, it was a fucking game to our dammed Archon! He planned everything, from working with other Kabals to 'convincing' some of our Corsair cousins to just watch a bloody spectacle.

He and his damm son wanted to see us fight to the death, which I must admit was pretty much expected out of their character. I was with my squad before we all were given orders to shoot at each other, whoever survives gets a special prize and honour of whatever the fuck it is. It has been 1 whole hour and already out of 300 warriors only I and some 40 warriors were left. My arm was no longer in use as I was stabbed in the back by that aforementioned warrior.

As I make my way to one of our transports, the ruins of this Mon'kiegh world made great cover from any snipers. When I get back to my home I will plan my revenge if it takes me centuries.

I kept my head down as the sounds of Drukari and Mon'kiegh fighting each other covered my footsteps. The Mon'keigh landing port still had some ships I could fly as long as its controls weren't too stupid. I jump to the balcony of a tall building, providing me with a clear view of a flattened city block. The Archon's forces and the PDF were slugging it out with the city burning around them. Dozens of Scourges swoop down to grab the PDF soldiers and ripped them apart before dropping them into their friend's arms who will despair before they themselves are taken apart.

Friends are a concept that is, unnatural to my kind to say the least. Me? I had one friend once, but that bridge has been burned briefly as of late for reasons that allude me still. I managed to reach a place the Mon'kiegh called a spaceport. Most of the vehicles here were tarnished to uselessness but there was one still functioning. But before I could reach it I hear the laughter behind me. I recognize the voice as my Archon, Hexus Grekah.

"Andr'ill my boy, where are you going? You're the last one left!" He says in a mocking congratulations tone. "Come on, don't forget your prize!" Suddenly I am surrounded by the Wych cult of half-Mon'kiegh Drukari my Archon allied with. My ex-friend, Succubus Alison Martini led them, taking on the name of her mother as a form of respect for the woman who raised her. They all surrounded me but there was something in their eyes, their pupils were missing.

"See something interesting? It's a new concoction I paid for, it dulls the mind and makes them much more susceptible to hypnotherapy. Isn't that right, my succubus bitch!" He slaps Alison in the face, she does not react at all. My blood boils in descending anger as my breath is uncontrolled. He just prevented me from having a friend, an actual genuine friend, for a fucking joke.

"YOU SON OF A SLANESHI WHORE!" I yell in anger, and they all stepped back. I did a double take on my words, I said she who thirsts name and didn't die. Fuck it, gonna die anyway... "Yeah, you heard me you fucking worshiper of the purple-ass bitch. Even Slaanesh herself is disgusted by you, the gods despise you, you are more of a dick than Vect himself! and even Isha herself would rather use you as her toilet paper when she ingests those foul diseases by the Great shirtmaker himself!" I lost myself in the madness and rage as Hexus Grekah steps back in fear.

"Do not say its name!" He hissed as he fire his Blaster at me. I felt my body go into an enormous amount of pain before I orgasmed and blackout, I'm such a fucking masochist. Why did the Hamonculas make me a masochist? I ponder on these thoughts before I awaken in a bright room.

Later...

"He's waking up, prepare the coffee." A Mon'kiegh voice said. If the Mon'keigh has me then I am in serious trouble, they kill me and I will go to Slaanesh. Welp, worth it.

I look down to find myself not on a medical table for direction but rather at a very comfy lounge chair, not even strapped to it. Seated next to me is a man in armour that just screams of an ancient time in Mon'keigh's history. He places a hot beverage for me and drank his own. There is something odd about him, almost something peaceful in his stance.

"Tell me, Drukari, do you remember anything?" My headaches in pain and flashes of what happened began to surface. This Mon'keigh and another found me with a large hole in my chest. I remember the other one, a Tech-Preist, who helped me to live. I think the Tech-Preist and this knight are related. The next memory had the Tech-Preist performing surgery. He put something glowing in my chest, what is that?

Wait, I look down. There was a Spirt Stone in my chest surrounded by wiring and mechanical gears. "Where did you get this?"

"Oh, that? Got that from a Crone World." That's, impossible. No mortal, not even my kin, could ever hope to attain such a thing. If this man were to so casually admit to getting a Spirt Stone from a Crone world that is always jealously guarded by Slaanesh, then this "man" is much more powerful than I ever realised.

I questioned him about this strange meeting. He replied he merely wanted to talk to a man who seems lost in life. He plays a video on a large screen, it is me insulting the Archon, the bastard.

"I can offer you a chance, one which will not only kill the man you hate but mayhaps return your friend back to her senses." He gives off a sly smile and reclines back into his chair.

This human, this mortal man. He gives me an offer I can refuse and yet...

"What do you require of me to attain such a goal?" The man grins.

"I require your service, Andr'ill. That is all." What?

I felt shivers down my spine, "How do you know my name?"

He drinks from his beverage, "A story until we are more familiar with each other, friend. Now, do we have an accord?" He offers his hand to shake.

"Hmm, well, I suppose we do." Hey, maybe this might be not so bad.

Decades later...

I look around this new city my Lord Knight arrived at. It appears to be Fortress World by the name of Sparteria. It had quite the sewer system for the heavy rains the planet has on a daily basis. The planet was attacked by Drukari, bastards. At least humans can actually spend a moment being genuinely nice.

I head towards the market square where the most commotion was happening. My intuition proves it right as I see Voidraven Bombers eradicate the area with poison. I almost would have missed the little girl running at me, almost.

I look down to see a girl no older than 12, with the rare appearance of silver hair. I would have sent her on her way if not for her eyes, her Aeldari eyes. Looking closer she has the resemblance of a dead consort of my Archon, Katina Warden. I was the one who captured her for the Archon, as well as the one who was there for her daughter's birth, Kiri. I must admit I was intrigued by births, most Drukari is vat-born and those who are Trueborn have their origins in shadows. But to see someone give birth was a truly tremendous occasion.

By chance that I just found her here of all places, fate has certainly dealt me a nice stack of cards. John wasn't lying when he said I will have my cake and eat it too, neat saying not gonna lie. She looks scared, might need to calm her down.

"+Young child, you should be at a shelter, come with me.+" I grabbed her hand gently and brought her to my temporary master who came here to hide and rearm his Knight. If she was here so were her sisters, which me I need to look out for a certain asshole.

An hour later...

Thank god I have cybernetics or this sewer would really be awful to fight in. I fired my Stubcarbine to clear a way through these tunnels. The Druakri are not used to fighting in such enclosed spaces surrounding a vast sewer tank. I know that we can not take much of a hit compared to even a humble Guardsman, for our outfits are too fucking thin. I regrouped with John and we began to eradicate the Drukari.

Throughout the whole battle, I saw Kiri running up to me. She had tears in her eyes as beyond her I could see the bastard of an Archon about to kill her sisters. She begged me to save her sisters, I smiled under my mask. Oh if she only knew. After pretending to ask for something she offered their services and was genuine about it too, such a sweet nieve girl. I placed her down and commanded a Skatarii line, revenge was about to be served hot today.

By my hand, my friend shall be free. By my hand, revenge shall be enacted. By my hand, my fate is my own.

After that quite cathartic firing line, I managed to get a quick look at all the Wychs. By a stroke of luck, they were all the ones I confronted before I got picked up by John. They all had their normal eyes back and even better, the son of Hexus Grekah wearing his father's armour. If by chance that the drug wore off, then that would mean the Archon is already dead. Something tells me, my friend and her sisters dealt with him.

When I met up with Hayden he did a quick checkup on Kiri and told me that the remnants of the drug that controlled the other Wychs seemed to have been dissipated by their immune systems, apparently constantly chugging performance drugs every hour have built up an impressive immune system. It would have only taken a decade at best to destroy the drug Hexus put in. That would mean they regained control a long time ago, which means they would be extremely pissed.

I stop myself from reminiscing, I need to focus if I am to find the Shard of The Throne Emperor. First, I need to free his sons.

Somewhere on Holy Terra...

My men had finished preparations to go to Cadia. The Sisters of Battle will also fight alongside us. We all be joining a massive Imperial Fleet that was also transporting other regiments to Cadia, a Blackstone Fortress was spotted in the area and they needed to move fast. I hear Richard the Lionheart and his Knight Household will also take the same ship as us, his Knights forming a vanguard for our arrival.

There were also rumours amongst the army about some Ork Waaagh heading towards Cadia as they hunted Tyranids. I swear if I have to fight mushrooms, cockroaches and cultists all in the same spot I will have an aneurysm.

Edward keeps mumbling about some 4th wall degree fuckery of about how I am advancing the plot, can't say that I am not but I don't know how that was relevant. He also mentioned that Slaanesh has gone quiet, as in she hasn't sent out any of her Daemonettes or conducted some elaborate plan to invade the Imperium. That is either a bad or a good sign considering I just became an active player.

Slaanesh's palace...

"All right girls and boys, do you understand the plan?" Slaanesh uses a dildo as a pointer to a board. On it was a detailed plan accompanied by crude drawings of key figures and objects. In front of her is a vast ocean of Daemonettes, some taking notes while others in nonchalant sex.

"Alright just to reiterate for the 3rd time because I don't want anything to fuck up." She gave one of the hardest stares she has ever given that it actually did not give anyone boners.

"First, we brake out Isha from the STD twat's prison." The drawing involves a shitton of Daemonetttes dogpiling Nurgle and Slaanesh breaking out Isha. The Daemonettes also set themselves on fire. "We need to do this as quickly as possible so no dillydallying, that includes fucking." A chorus of disappointed awws echoed, "You heard me." She points to another image, this time it shows her carrying Isha to a blue toilet. "If we managed to free her our next step is to get her to either Ultramar or to the Ultramarines in the Webway, this is much harder as we have no idea how to portray ourselves without using corruption or getting shot." A bunch of cutout Ultramarines gun down cutout Daemonettes.

"And don't get me started on the whole 'Drukari capturing the Star child' as we have no path other than the, currently occupied, Gate of Khaine." Somewhere in the distance were expletive words following SKARBRAND HATES! "Also has anyone seen my Masque? I want to apologise."

"Over here, my master..." She was still recovering from Kaldor Dragio's attack. Her dance still hasn't even ended even getting punted by Kaldor Dragio. She rolled on the ground injured trying to dance.

"You are forgiven." She stops dancing.

"THANK YOU." She collapses into sleep.

Slaanesh pointed to a figure donned in black and green, "We all know not to piss off your uncle John the Lord Hospitaller, but it would probably be a relief to him if we act as guides to any Imperial Fleet in the Warp." Everyone raised their hands up, "Sigh, no you cannot possess anyone unless necessary. We are rebranding, remember?" She puts her hands to her head in stress.

This rebranding was quite difficult to run, I mean you try rebranding a Goddess of the excess as fucking wholesome and not insane. Trying to even organize the whole thing weakened her every second, but it would be worth it for her sister.

"Last but not least, find another shard of the Emperor. We only have one lead and we can not afford any mistakes. I have located this shard somewhere in the Black Libary itself, which is home to that clown twat." A massive shout of boos came from the crowd, "We will need to convince some of his followers that we are trustworthy now or at the very least not eat Eldar souls anymore, as tasty as they are." She really needs something else to eat other than souls, so fucking addictive.

"Now, let's get Isha." She smiles as millions of Daemonettnes began roaring her name. Armour began to form around their bodies as well as weapons made from the Warp itself. Let's fucking do this.

In Isha's boring ass prison...

Isha kept bonking her head against the cage bars in boredom. Her 'husband' had just left to deal with some weird prank concocted by that damm bird. She sighs and remembers that fateful day when she was kidnapped by Nurgle and saw the absolute mental degradation of her beloved sister. She has already spent her tears at that moment since, and she is fucking pissed.

Damm her children and damm herself! She had failed her children in so many ways that it is limitless to count; her failure to prevent the quite obvious Pleasure Cults everywhere, her family was extremely pissed at her for divorcing Kurnous and wandering Earth. Not even her cooperation with her new husband could save her step-children. Speaking of which, their last fight had most definitely cut ties between them; only John could make them work together and even then it would be incredibly volatile.

"What did you do?" Isha could only speak in horror and anger as she found out about the creation of Grace from John under duress. In front of her and her husband was s small vat with an infant inside, hers. She was fine with helping make his artificial sons since they did not have her nor Isabella's genes as it would produce a child who held too much power. And yet here was a child made of such.

The Emperor turned to her away from the vat, his face stern and stoic. "I needed a replacement after my sons were stolen. Since the DNA used for them seemed like a huge Warp beacon to the Chaos Gods I thought I might add yours and Slaanesh's, masks the Warp well enough." He spoke in a nonchalant way about his newest child.

Isha could only be speechless in anger, "Is this how you speak of a daughter that you didn't even earn? What has become of you?" Her eyes filled with tears, all those loving times, wasted for him.

"I earned my daughter fairly." He callously said to her face, uncaring of her empathy for the child. "What has become of me is nothing, I have and will always be me."

Isha's tears streak down her face, "Who the fuck is Erda!?" Of all the things he would do, she did not think he had a secret wife. One-night stands she was fine with, but this draws a red line.

The Emperor looked back at her in genuine surprise, "How did you know of her? Even John would not-"

"Slaanesh told me, she told me of the bimbo bitch that scattered your sons. And since that came from the top bimbo bitch herself, you can tell how fucked up your choices are." She almost had an aura of rage surrounding her that made the room darken in red hatred. If Khaine was in that room, he would damm well run.

The Emperor sighed, "You think you can tell me that after what your children did? You could have prevented the threat that is Slaanesh and kept your kids in line." His voice was filled with stress as each word was spoken.

"Oh says the man planning to exterminate them. Yeah, I know of your Great Crusade you would bring your sons along on. You have no right to say anything about children, you fucking cuck." She left to cry as the Emperor rolled his eyes. Meanwhile, in the Warp, the Star-child could only clench his Warp fists in depressive rage.

Isha cried and cried in the hallways, given a box of tissue by pitying Custodes. John later found her in a worried state, the same could be said for him as he had a black eye.

"What happened (sniff) you?" Isha could only muster those words as John sat beside her.

"I met with Slaanesh, we had a difficult conversation. But was very much worth it." He hands her a small trinket.

Isha observes it and remembers, this was from Malta. It is a locket made from the finest silver with the Maltese Cross engraved into it. Opening it showed two photos; one with her and Isabella and one with her and the Emperor. She cried some more. "it doesn't have you in it."

He chuckles, "It has my cross. Isabella still remembers us in some form, her soul has not been destroyed."

"That's impossible. When my children sacrificed and transform her into Slaanesh her soul would have been consumed." Isha had enough of holding on to false hope.

He takes off his helmet and shows his own surprised face, "I thought so too until I noticed that Slaanesh had a soul. She is not a Warp creature that consumes souls, she is a Warp creature with a soul. And that means..." He allowed her to finish her sentence.

Isha cried further and put a hand to her face. "She's alive? She's alive. She's ALIVE!" She laughs hysterically and maddening as she hugged John tightly muttering the phrase "She's alive" over and over.

Isha could only smile. Her memory ended in happiness, she bets John put some subconscious thought in her head, again. From that day on it was not the false hope that she held on to, but a possible hope.

Suddenly Nurgle's realm began to shake as walks being to break down. After a full minute of pounding Warp portals burst open with Daemonettes killing Isha's prison guards. Isha's eyes widen as her hope was about to be justified by a very angry Slaanesh wielding two large halberds in 2 pairs of arms.

"Hey, sis! This is a rescue mission!" Behind her were millions of Daemonettes armed to the teeth and vagina. Yippe kai yay mother fucker.

End of Chapter 12

Hey, it's the author here. Yeah, it's been like 2 whole ass years (chapter 11 was from 11/4/2020) and we're almost into next year so I wanted to post this as soon as I can. In the next few months, I will be rewriting pretty much every single chapter as some of them are, pretty hollow. I will try to get this done as soon as I can so, see you soon.