Chapter 15(orphan)
Wendy and Octavia were still feeling traumatised as they stood and watched the eerie kids being carried away in iron cages by Night Lords, eyes still glowing even now, gazing right at the two chaos civilian women, making them flinch away with fear.
The pair were SO cross with Chaos Lord Luke Sevenson for holding that possessed child in their faces like that! Both women had been so terrified that they had lost control of their continence! That leather would NEVER be able to be cleaned properly from the mess!
Oh by blessed Slaanesh it had been a NIGHTMARE! That terrible TERRIBLE light in those eyes! The one thing Night Lords feared, LIGHT, the death of darkness! Light, the thing that destroyed NIGHT!
Wendy was the daughter of a Night Lord, and a bit of her father's mutated gene seed had seeped into his sperm, seeped into the sperm that conceived Wendy, imbuing a bit of the blood of the Blessed Primarch Konrad Curze into her veins, into her genes.
She was a Night Lord by birth, the blood of the Legion ran through her veins. Her refuge was darkness, her home was night, she found low light conditions deeply comforting, always had. Her night vision was exceptional for an unaltered human, especially after a childhood growing up in darkness to train her night sight to it's full potential, the darkness held no terror for her, it was her old friend.
For her wife Octavia's sake Wendy had been forced to set up dim night lights throughout her home, grudgingly, with just enough light to keep Octavia from tripping over or walking into walls in the dark, just enough to let her aim a whip.
Octavia the Slaanesh worshipper had originally been born in the Imperium before joining chaos, had been born on the agonisingly well lit Imperial Civilised World of Harold's Reach. Octavia had always had trouble in the dark, and such was Wendy's extreme love for her wife of 20 years that she had let her home be lit at all, which said a LOT about just how DEEPLY Wendy loved her!
For a Night Lord to allow unnecessary LIGHT into their home was HUGE! Only because she loved Octavia THAT much did Wendy make such an allowance!
Wendy HATED light, the burning brightness that destroyed her darkness and left her blinded. She could handle a certain amount of light, up to a point, but not the brighter lights. Every time Octavia turned on the very bright lamp of her makeup mirror to get herself gorgeous, Wendy was left staggering around the room blindly, eyes blinded and watering from so much hated LIGHT!
Sometimes in fact, during only their most extremely sadistic torture dates, Octavia would bind Wendy in bondage, and actually hold her eyelids open and shine a bright flashlight in her eyes! But this sort of extreme excessive sadism was rare, only in the MOST sadistic of torture dates would Octavia inflict THAT much pain on Wendy!
That's just how much Wendy HATED bright lights!
Oh dear cruel Slaanesh, when the eyes of that orphanage child had lit up like that! With that BRIGHT, BLINDING white light! Oh Slaanesh it had been horrifying!
The entire room with it's clearly visible darkness had just been swallowed up by terrible light! She couldn't see a thing through her burning eyes, blinded and defenceless in that horrifying light!
The child could have been doing anything at all, and she wouldn't be able to see him! It had been as though her eyes were ripped out! She couldn't SEE!
Her heart was pounding just thinking about it. Thank Slaanesh Luke was present, thank the dark prince that they had invited him over. If they hadn't called him over when they did, then those terrifying children might have entered Wendy and Octavia's bedroom as they lay in bed, with no one to protect them!
Wendy would have been blind in a room full of hostile possessed children! Unable to see where they were, what they were DOING!
Oh Slaanesh she might have been MURDERED! Oh Slaanesh it had been a near thing!
"That's all of the kids taken away, they won't be bothering you again." Wendy's grandson, Aspiring Champion Sherman Sevenson, growled in a cheerful demonic voice, making her gasp in relief.
Wendy always knew Sherman by sight, even with his power armour helmet covering his face, because of the fact that he always was instantly recognisable by the screaming skinned human faces that he wore, all sewn together like a huge long sleeve shirt and stretched tightly over his power armour, almost like clothing.
The skinned human faces were not tanned properly however, and kept slowly rotting away, periodically requiring fresh new faces to replace the old that rotted away. The smell was quite unmistakable, filling Wendy's olfactory senses with an exquisitely intense stench of rotten meat, calming her fear with intense pleasure like Sherman's odour always did.
At the moment the newer faces looked suspiciously like Sisters of Battle... Perhaps it would be a good idea to change those faces before Franklin saw them, it would probably make him upset.
"THANK YOU!" Octavia was exclaiming to Sherman in sincerest thanks for removing the horrifying possessed children, wiping the last of the tears from her eyes.
"It's fine, anything for my grandmothers," Sherman snarled graciously in his harshly distorted demonic voice.
"What are you gonna do with those kids?" Wendy asked, shaking with residual adrenaline.
"Get the psykers to examine them first, then let Liling have her fun... We will study every part of their flesh and minds, maybe it will give us more insight into Franklin's... Condition..." Sherman growled seriously in his horrifically distorted voice.
"Oh?, But you won't HURT the poor afflicted children though, right?," Octavia fretted, as always far too kind hearted and compassionate in her motherly love of children, too feminine to properly cope with the grim realities of a Night Lord war band.
Wendy gave Sherman a subtle but urgently frantic warning look, and Sherman saw the look and knew exactly what to say.
"Umm, why not at all Octavia! In fact, we will be sending them all to a nice little farm on an Agri World! Lots of wide open meadows where they can run around and play all day!" Sherman enthusiastically reassured Octavia.
"Oh?, well I guess that sounds nice... All those meadows, especially after enduring that horrid orphanage. They deserve some kindness in life after what they have endured. I hope that they can all be cured of their affliction, and I really hope they all enjoy their new lives on the farm," Octavia said with her usual naïve gullible stupidity, cheering up slightly.
Wendy felt like shit at these words, and hoped desperately that Octavia never stumbled upon the bodies... She thankfully wasn't all that bright. Rather a lot of captured children went away to "farms"...
"Thank you," Wendy silently mouthed to Sherman.
The family had a carefully planned system to keep Octavia blissfully ignorant, it just made Wendy's married life much more harmonious when Octavia wasn't locking herself in the bathroom and sobbing. Octavia was utterly fantastic in bed, beyond compare, but her gentle feminine heart didn't react well to murdered children, requiring this unfortunate deception.
Sherman nodded very subtly back to Wendy, watching Octavia's reaction very carefully. Octavia was thankfully none the wiser, she had believed the little lie about the farm, thank Slaanesh!
"Grandmothers, do you feel brave enough to return to your home yet?" Sherman asked gently, deliberately changing the subject.
Wendy and Octavia both flinched in fear and gave Sherman a look that said "you must be joking!"
"Oh come on Grannies, I will come with you," Sherman chuckled, deliberately baiting them with the hated trigger word "granny". Wendy couldn't stop herself from taking the bait.
"I wish you wouldn't call me "Granny", you KNOW it makes me feel old," Wendy grumbled.
"You are centuries..."
"I KNOW how old I am, don't remind me!" Wendy cut him off frantically.
Sherman merely chuckled at Wendy's fluster, with a demonic facsimile of affection.
"But you don't LOOK old, and you are fertile enough to have a 12 year old child too! You LOOK about 30, you don't get "old" old cause of the effects of the warp, you are really young and gorgeous!" Octavia insisted reassuringly.
"Well I FEEL about a billion when he calls me Granny," Wendy grumbled, smiling despite herself.
"You are both extremely gorgeous and fertile women,... especially for grannies," Sherman teased.
Wendy playfully slapped one of the fresher of the skinned human faces he wore over his baroque defiled power armour, gasping with amused irritation.
"You know that *I*, your grandson, am over 100..."
Wendy slapped him again.
"Oh stop it Sherman," Octavia giggled.
Sherman playfully grabbed Octavia by the ass, making her squeal and earning a playful little slap from Octavia. Sherman responded by bundling the squealing woman up in his arms, Octavia shook her head desperately as Sherman reached for her belly, but Sherman still grabbed her leather clad stomach and began mischievously tickling the squealing giggling Octavia.
Wendy tolerated this at first, but then cleared her throat warningly, when Sherman began grabbing one of the giggling Octavia's boobs through her leather corset. Sherman immediately snapped to his senses and stopped pawing at the extremely fuckable Slaaneshi woman.
"Sorry..." Sherman apologised quietly. Wendy gave a little nod of forgiveness and they forgot all about it.
Octavia had always had a rather... "Magnetic", effect on the people around her thanks to a gift of Slaanesh, in the form of a variety of different passive auras of maddening lust, that always made people inclined to touch her inappropriately without meaning to.
It was very easy to do, get too close to Octavia without being vigilant, and you could very quickly find yourself literally having sex with her, without even realising it until you were already inside her! It was just one of the many occupational hazards that came with Slaanesh worshippers unfortunately...
Sherman made a careful point of only touching Octavia's back, and led the highly reluctant Octavia and Wendy towards their home. Wendy was frightened, but still frowned as she noticed Sherman's hand sliding down Octavia's back towards her ass, he didn't even realise he was doing it again, damn passive lust aura!
Octavia very unsubtly reached back and lifted Sherman's hand up away from her ass, (causing Sherman to apologise yet again), and the two wives let themselves be led inside by the reassuring presence of the Chaos Space Marine.
Inside they found comforting darkness, as well as a rather freaked out looking black leather clad Hyacinth Sevenson, a niece of Wendy's who was a Slaaneshi psyker. Hyacinth was fearfully performing a psychic sweep of the apartment, tapping her bare little mutant bird feet agitatedly on the floor.
Octavia noticed Hyacinth's obvious unease, and immediately gave Hyacinth a reassuring cuddle, predictably getting herself unconsciously groped by Hyacinth from Octavia's aura in the process. Hyacinth didn't seem to mind the affectionate cuddle, and just kept using her warp powers as Octavia clung to her, causing an extremely faint pink glow of Slaanesh warp energy all around Hyacinth's heavily mutated head.
Hyacinth was another one of Luke and TigerLily's adult kids, (they had had rather a LOT of children back when TigerLily was mortal), Hyacinth was a bit younger than TigerLily's two oldest girls Violet and Egg, but was still a grown woman in her early twenties now, and had grown up in a different crèche of chaos children from Wendy and Octavia's own little crèche of darlings they had raised together.
The Sevenson extended family structure had always been difficult to explain to outsiders, especially when it came to who actually owned which kid, the women, depending on how maternal they were and what the war band was doing, often shared around child minding duties in little mixed up crèches so much that sometimes you just ended up raising other people's kids, they just became yours if you spent the most time raising them. This was certainly true of Egg and Violet anyway. They had become Wendy and Octavia's kids despite not being theirs.
Hyacinth was just as mutated as all of TigerLily's other kids, considerably more so in fact, with the feet of a jungle planet bird, bright colourful feathers instead of hair, the voice of a bird, a slightly "weird" face and body shape, oh and also the um... Gynaecological, anatomy of a mutant bird... Her birth canal and anus were not, um... Separate holes... Yeah, the poor little thing...
Unfortunately, Luke's wife TigerLily had been a rather heavily mutated Tzeentch Chaos Champion before her daemonic ascension... Awesome psychic powers, just incredibly powerful chaos sorceress, but with all the mutations... When she had kids... Yeah... Born with a few problems...
Anyway... Hyacinth had ALSO inherited some useful psychic powers from TigerLily, among the... Other, things she had inherited... Oh the poor little thing!
...I wonder if those problems with her sex life have finally improved?
Hyacinth gave Wendy a look, and Wendy remembered that Hyacinth could read minds... Oh dear, awkward!
"Sorry," Wendy mouthed embarrassedly. Hyacinth gave a little nod of forgiveness.
Hyacinth was then suddenly staring wide eyed at Sherman in stunned offended disbelief.
"Well DO you?," Sherman asked Hyacinth, apparently in response to some thought.
Hyacinth irritably ignored Sherman, and returned to looking rather agitatedly at the apartment interior with her psychic powers, as Octavia gently removed Hyacinth's unmeaning hands from various rather intimate places on Octavia's person.
"What is it honey?" Octavia asked Hyacinth nervously.
"Light... Terrible light... EVERYWHERE!" Hyacinth squawked in a voice more like a talking jungle planet bird than a human.
Hyacinth was then glaring crossly at Sherman, distracted by something he was thinking.
Oh Slaanesh, what had Sherman done NOW?!
"Oh come on, I just HAVE to say it!... Polly wanna..."
Wendy gasped in outrage and scolded, "SHERMAN!"
"(Squawk)... Fuck off!... (squawk)," Hyacinth screeched angrily at Sherman like a bird.
"Oh come on, was just a joke, it was funny," Sherman chuckled.
"(Squawk)... Nasty ass hole!... Enough... (Squawk)... Jokes... (Squawk)... Didn't ask to be... (Squawk)... Born like this... Horrible man!... (Squawk Squawk)... Being like this... NOT funny!... (squawk)," Hyacinth squawked indignantly.
By this point Sherman was not particularly popular with the three women, and with a lot of venomous looks from all of them he dropped the bird jokes. Hyacinth was incensed, but clearly had something more important to say.
"(Squawk)... Bad light... I don't like... Very bad... (Squawk squawk)... By blessed Slaanesh... (Squawk)... Bad... Emperor!... Bad Emperor!... HERE!... Emperor HERE!... (squawk squawk)," Hyacinth shrieked fearfully!
"WITCHCRAFT, HERESY, AND MUTATION!" a female voice roared from a doorway, just about giving them all a heart attack!
It was the captured Sister of Battle, wrists and neck locked in a portable wearable metal stock to prevent violence, ankles shackled so she could walk around but not kick.
Wendy looked at the woman's tattooed eyes desperately, dreading to find a glow, but saw only black pupils dilated in the dark. Wendy glanced over to Hyacinth fearfully to see if the woman was possessed, but Hyacinth shook her head reassuringly.
Wendy gasped with relief, the mad woman was harmless.
"KILL THE MUTANT! BURN THE WITCHES! PURGE THE UNCLEAN!" The woman hollered at them in a fanatical frenzy, her zeal filled eyes looking all the more unsettling from being covered all over in the word "pain".
Sherman immediately walked up and grabbed the outraged woman by the metal stock that held her wrists and neck, and dragged her over, easily overpowering her struggles with his space marine strength.
The woman was utterly rabid in her hatred of all things chaos or mutant, and deliberately spat gobs of spit on all of them! She was screaming hatred at all 4 of them, but especially at poor Hyacinth!
The woman, (Clementine something?), was one of Franklin's new concubines, but was so violent and hostile that they had been forced to restrain her like this. They had actually been forced to WELD her bonds shut to stop the others from constantly trying to pick the locks!
She had been completely naked when they chained her up, thinking to make it easier for Franklin to enjoy his rather difficult concubine, but someone, (probably one of the nuns), had gotten hold of one of the more conservative dominatrix outfits Wendy owned and put it on the woman, (Wendy had WONDERED where that outfit had went!)!
The outfit covered way too much of Clementine to be compatible with her "job" as Franklin's concubine, but at least the outfit went with the bondage she permanently lived in, which was something at least. Wendy just hoped that the other concubines were washing and toiletting Clementine properly in that outfit!
The woman continued spitting in all their faces until Wendy, Octavia and Hyacinth took cover out of spitting range, wiping the spittle from their faces. At least someone was clearly brushing the woman's teeth for her, the spittle didn't smell any worse than clean spit should. Maybe she could even be fun during a spit play date sometime?, Something to think about at least.
"JUDGEMENT! JUDGEMENT! THE EMPEROR'S WRATH SHALL SMITE YOU!" The woman screamed.
Sherman responded by unashamedly sexually molesting the defenceless woman's breasts, which, if anything, made her outraged ranting even worse than before!
"PERVERTS! RAPISTS! DEPRAVED WHORES! YOU WILL BURN FOR THIS!"
"SHERMAN! Stop it! That is FRANKLIN'S concubine, not yours! Only her master has the right to touch her like that! Hands off!" Octavia protested in moral outrage, disappointing Wendy's hopes of Octavia letting her "borrow" Clementine for some spit play.
Octavia's reminder of who Clementine belonged to seemed to be exactly the right thing to say to stop Sherman simply raping her, for he stopped immediately and apologised profusely for groping another Night Lord's concubine, straightening up her disheveled outfit.
Clementine was in a complete frenzy of outraged rabid hatred by this stage, viciously spitting at everyone and struggling against Sherman's grip to try to attack them.
"Good going Sherman! Now we can't even let go of her without her trying to brain us with her metal bondage stock!" Wendy complained unhappily.
Clementine just kept spitting and struggling and shouting scripture at them, and even the mighty Sherman was forced to lower his massive centre of balance slightly, to compensate for the surprising strength of her feral struggles to murder them all!
"Octavia, I know you don't like doing it to people, but I really think you need to use your acquiesce trick to calm her down," Wendy urged Octavia apologetically.
Octavia hesitated unhappily, but further violent struggles from the homicidal Sister of Battle convinced her to reluctantly use one of her most insidious gifts of Slaanesh, her mind enslaving "acquiesce kiss".
Octavia had always been a bit of a dichotomy. She was by far one of the most feminine and just genuinely "nice" Slaanesh worshippers Wendy had ever seen, a not particularly bright nymphomaniac with a heart of gold. She didn't always get her ethics quite correct, her generally positive views about human slavery being a good example, but these unethical beliefs didn't stem from malice, they just stemmed from the fact that she was dumb as a bag of rocks and didn't know any better. She meant well.
But Slaanesh seemed to take great amusement in continually giving Octavia truly terrifying chaos gifts, gifts that gave her insidious powers over the minds and passions of others, gifts that she was far too nice to actually use unless absolutely necessary.
As a Chaos Champion of Slaanesh herself, Wendy knew from the source that Slaanesh delighted in putting the gentle Octavia into moral dilemmas, deliberately tormenting her sweet heart for his own sadistic amusement, trying to corrupt her inner sweetness, not corrupt by force, but by putting Octavia into positions that encouraged her to corrupt herself.
Some of the situations Slaanesh had put Octavia into over the years had been admittedly beyond sick, usually involving some moral dilemma involving Octavia's own children, as this always distressed Octavia the most. It was the main reason Egg left the family, Egg just couldn't stand some of Slaanesh's sickest cruel games, Egg had been eventually converted to Nurgle just to escape the things Slaanesh did to her just to psychologically torture Octavia.
It had tested even Wendy's faith in Slaanesh too to be honest, and Wendy was a Slaanesh CHAMPION! Wendy had been commanded to do some really cruel things to Octavia, commands that Wendy as a Champion could not disobey. It had been hard, especially when they got divorced for a while after the loss of Franklin, Slaanesh truly was cruel to his servants, just shockingly cruel to those who would worship him...
To everyone's amazement, Octavia had never cracked under Slaanesh's cruelty, and, even more amazingly, she had never sought to worship a different chaos god either! To this day she passionately worshipped Slaanesh with all of her slutty heart, and yet she had never lost that "nice" quality that had made Wendy fall in love with her.
Octavia had restored Wendy's faith in Slaanesh, really restored the faith of the entire family. She really was a treasure to the Sevenson family, showed them what true devotion to Slaanesh should look like, to love Slaanesh utterly, no matter how cruel he treats you... Octavia had passed her tests, and Octavia had wooed back the psychologically traumatised Wendy, and just showed so much love that Wendy had been able to keep going. By Slaanesh it was sweet!
Slaanesh had found Octavia so delightfully entertaining that he had lavished her with chaos gifts, gifts even beyond what he gave Wendy, terrible gifts that she mostly refused to use, for she genuinely cared about other people.
"She will kill someone if you don't subdue her mind, she's a danger even to herself in her current madness. It is a kindness to her," Wendy reassured the extremely hesitant Octavia.
"A kindness?," Octavia asked uncertainly.
"A kindness my love, it will calm her terrible madness," Wendy insisted.
Octavia sighed deeply and nodded, a look of compassionate resolve filling her beautiful troubled face.
Octavia cautiously approached the spitting struggling woman, and apologised for what she was about to do.
Clementine disgustedly looked Octavia up and down, apparently searching for obvious mutations or chaos marks, but found nothing like that, Octavia's body was a flawless and perfect work of art, and her auras were designed to be insidiously subtle, most people couldn't sense the seductive siren whispers in their minds until it was too late.
Clementine became visibly calmer as Octavia's many auras up close had time to creep their way into Clementine's mind, temporarily making her passive and more compliant for as long as Octavia focused her auras up close.
Octavia moved in closer still as Clementine became ever more relaxed, and, with a sad regretful look on her face, Octavia summoned a gentle pink light around her lips, and softly began to kiss Clementine on the lips, sealing her doom.
It was done, Clementine was now completely enslaved to Octavia's will, she would never be a problem again.
To Wendy's complete astonishment, Clementine suddenly savagely head butted Octavia in the face!
This couldn't BE! NO ONE had EVER been strong willed enough to resist the full power of Octavia's acquiescence kiss before! NEVER!
It was IMPOSSIBLE!
"I have completed the Painful Path, FOOL! My will can NOT be enslaved!" Clementine snarled gleefully with fanatical malice!
Wendy gasped with pure horror, this mortal had resisted the full power of SLAANESH! This mere notion was a blasphemy against everything Wendy believed in!
"I think she broke my nose!" Octavia was sobbing, blood pouring down her face from her nose!
"(Squawk)... bad light, BAD LIGHT!... (Squawk)" Hyacinth shrieked!
Wendy tore around to look at Hyacinth, but suddenly everything around her filled with blinding white light!
Wendy was instantly disoriented and completely blind!
She couldn't SEE!
"My visors can't cope! Vision systems failure! (Vox crackle) Need backup! Need backup NOW! (Vox crackle)," Sherman's voice shouted somewhere nearby in the light.
"Wendy! I can't see! Where are you?," Octavia's voice called out in the impenetrable lightness.
"Octavia? Octavia I'm here!" Wendy said, blindly moving through the light.
Wendy immediately smacked into a wall in the lightness, completely lost.
"(Squawk)... Aunty Wendy?..."
"Hyacinth!" Wendy called out desperately, feeling along the wall in the light, panic gripping her.
"Need backup NOW! Need backup..." Sherman's voice suddenly went completely silent, followed by the loud thud of power armour hitting the floor!
"SHERMAN!" Wendy screamed, unable to see ANYTHING!
"MUTANT!" A horrible angelic voice roared in the lightness.
"(Squawk)... HELP!... (Squawk)... PLEASE HELP!" Hyacinth's panicked squawking screamed somewhere in the lightness!
"BURN THE MUTANT!"
"(Squawk)... HELP!"
"LEAVE HER ALONE YOU MONSTER!" Wendy screamed in blind terror.
"DIE MUTANT!"
"(Squawk)... HAVE MERCY!... (Squawk)... BORN THIS WAY!... (Squawk)... PLEASE!..." Hyacinth shrieked in terror!
"NO MERCY FOR THE UNCLEAN! BURN!"
A piercing bird scream filled the air.
"HYACINTH!" Wendy screamed with all her might.
The unmistakable sound of a jungle world bird being burned alive filled the air!
"HYACINTH!" Octavia's voice was screaming.
"BURN THE MUTANT ALIVE!"
The horrifying smell of burning bird filled the air as Hyacinth's burning squawks filled the lightness!
"(Squawk)... PLEASE MERCY PLEASE!... (Squark)"
Wendy wailed in terror and horror, feeling around blindly in the light.
WHERE WAS SHE?
"(Squawk)... NO!"
"HYACINTH!" Octavia's voice screamed in the light.
"THE TWO HARLOTS!"
Wendy screamed herself hoarse!
"HYACINTH!" Octavia shouted.
"SLAANESHI HARLOTS!"
Wendy wailed in terror!
Suddenly something hit Wendy in the light!
A body was wrestling with her!
Wendy screamed.
The body screamed too.
"Octavia?" Wendy asked desperately.
"Wendy?" The body asked in Octavia's voice.
Wendy hugged her tightly in the light, scared for dear life.
"HARLOTS!" A voice boomed right next to them in the light!
Wendy and Octavia screamed and ran away blindly.
They smacked into a wall!
Octavia was clutching Wendy and crying in terror!
They didn't know where they were!
The pair of them crawled on the floor desperately, holding each other and feeling the wall!
They didn't know WHERE the owner of the voice was!
"VILE SLUTS!" The voice bellowed right in front of their faces!
Wendy and Octavia scrambled back, howling with fright!
"PLEASE HAVE MERCY!" Wendy pleaded, half insane with fear.
"MERCY?"
"PLEASE! ANYTHING! WHAT DO YOU WANT!?" Wendy shrieked.
Wendy suddenly felt Octavia snatched from her grip in the light!
"NO!" Wendy screamed, "NO NOT OCTAVIA!"
"Hm... HARMLESS FOOLISH SLUT, NO MALICE, JUST STUPID..." the booming voice said in the lightness, pondering.
"VERDICT, REDEEMABLE! REPENT HERETIC!" The voice demanded.
"I'm sorry! I'm SORRY!" Octavia's voice sobbed.
"YOU WILL BEGIN YOUR PENITENCE PROCESS PRESENTLY"
"AND NOW FOR YOU..."
Wendy scrambled away backwards in desperation, Wendy wasn't a stupid slut but a CHAOS CHAMPION!
SHE would not be spared like the harmless kind stupid Octavia!
If he caught HER she was DEAD!
"PLEASE DON'T HURT WENDY!" Octavia's sobbing voice was pleading in the light.
"SILENCE PENITENT!"
"Octavia don't do anything stupid! Save yourself!" Wendy sobbed as she crawled away in the burning lightness.
Wendy backed into something HOT, it was ON FIRE!
"(Squawk)... please kill me..." Hyacinth's voice squawked weakly, she sounded like she was dying.
Wendy sobbed with grief and frantically tried to put her out by blind touch, burning her hands as she patted out the flames.
"(Squawk)... begone light..."
The darkness suddenly returned. Wendy could SEE again!
Hyacinth had a glowing pink light around her horrifically burned head. Her entire body was one big burn, just roasted flesh!
Wendy looked around frantically for the enemy, but they were all alone, having somehow ended up in the back laundry room in their blunderings through the light.
Octavia ran into the room and hugged Wendy sobbing.
"Oh no,..." Octavia whispered when she saw Hyacinth.
"(Squawk)... flee..." Hyacinth weakly urged them.
"Not without you," Wendy told her.
Wendy and Octavia lifted Hyacinth's savagely burned body between them.
They then fled the apartment. Fled without daring a backwards glance!
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