Chapter 26(orphan)

Hyacinth was in fragmented oblivion, currently sleeping uneasily with occasional half formed dreams of no coherent story line to trouble her rest. It was a relief to be asleep, as wakefulness was very painful of late.

Earlier in the night she had had the most vivid nightmares, about children with glowing eyes crouching on her hospital bed, glowering down at her in xenophobic hatred and screaming hateful words at her for being a mutant...

The dreams had been terrifying, it had felt so REAL, as though it had actually been happening in real life! The dream had fortunately not lasted long, the children had heard a noise in the dream and scattered away, and she had quickly drifted back off into a deeper dreamless sleep.

"Wake up pain slut," Dr Liling Sevenson's sadistic high pitched voice suddenly cut through the veil of comforting unconsciousness, dragging Hyacinth unhappily to agonising wakefulness.

She immediately became aware of the thoughts of Liling and Chaos Champion Aunty Wendy, with a squad of chaos space marines standing guard over this high profile pair of high ranking women. What was going on?

Hyacinth gave an unhappy soft bird call of discomfort and blinked painfully, peering out through the gap between the bandages that covered her face, and caught sight of Liling...

"(Squawk)... What happened... (Squawk)... To you?!... (Squawk)...," Hyacinth squawked in horror.

Aunty Wendy cleared her throat awkwardly and deliberately emptied her mind of all thoughts. Hyacinth instead looked to Liling to explain.

Liling paused then hesitantly began to speak, intending to give a carefully edited face saving version of what had happened to her. Hyacinth saw through this and ignored the words, instead just reading the storm of upset thoughts in Liling's mind...

"(Squawk)... OH SLAANESH!" Hyacinth screeched in horror, Liling had mere hours ago been RAPED!

Hyacinth read a few more of Liling's thoughts, and then extended her bandaged arms, to give Liling the reassuring cuddle she wasn't admitting to desperately needing right now. Liling hesitated and then accepted the cuddle. She was deeply traumatised at the moment according to her thoughts, and secretly wanted to just be cuddled and have a good long cry right now.

Hyacinth shrieked shrilly from the pain as the cuddle pressed agonisingly on her burns, and Liling relaxed and sighed in deep contentment at these sounds of Hyacinth's agony, sadistic as ever even now.

"(Squawk)... Cry... You know you... (Squawk)... Want to," Hyacinth encouraged Liling kindly, knowing telepathically that Liling needed to get it out before she had an emotional breakdown.

Liling shook her head stubbornly, but the tears came out unbidden all the same, and Liling started to sob loudly.

Hyacinth cheeped with agony and began stroking Liling's hair, listening to her thoughts as she cried.

Hyacinth had barely been really fully conscious at all recently, and her fragmented memory had had only an incomplete sense of what had been going on lately, but Liling's thoughts gave tantalising clues to the events Hyacinth had missed. Some were actually quite disturbing...

"(Squawk)... You TORTURED nuns!... (Squawk squawk)!" Hyacinth exclaimed in alarm.

Liling didn't even have to reply, her mind was an open book to Hyacinth. Liling had done HORRIFIC things, in the false guise of avenging Hyacinth but really for her own sadistic pleasure, and Liling also had close to ZERO remorse about it. But Liling was STILL shameless enough to actually feel sorry for herself when a bit of well deserved justice came back to bite her!

Hyacinth stopped cuddling Liling and pushed her away angrily, mad at herself for even feeling sorry for her in the first place! What a complete psychopath!

"What?," Liling sobbed in confusion.

"(Squawk)... I can't... (Squawk)... Talk well... Enough... (Squawk)... To explain...," Hyacinth squawked exasperatedly, it wasn't even worth her time to try to explain basic morality to an empathy lacking monster like Liling!

Liling was getting upset with Hyacinth now, which was alarming the cautious guarded thoughts of Aunty Wendy, and Hyacinth very wisely quickly cuddled Liling again before she could become hostile. Liling was a BAD enemy to make, and Hyacinth had enough sense to stay on her good side.

"(Squawk)... I'm sorry... Just tired... (Squawk)," Hyacinth lied to placate Liling.

Liling nodded sadly, and resumed tightly hugging Hyacinth and crying out her hurt and trauma.

Hyacinth made shrill tropical bird noises in pain from the tight hugs on her burns, and turned her attention to the thoughts of Wendy...

"(Squawk)... You CAN'T... (Squawk)... Be SERIOUS!" Hyacinth protested.

"We NEED you to help track these kids, we can't find them anywhere," Wendy said apologetically.

"(Squawk)... Violet?... (Squawk)," Hyacinth suggested frantically.

Aunty Wendy's thoughts gave the answer.

"(Squawk)... I see... (Squawk)... She's a... Fucking coward!... (Squawk)!" Hyacinth said indignantly.

"I know it's asking a lot with you on medical leave. You will be heavily compensated if you help us out, what do you want?," Aunty Wendy offered desperately.

Hyacinth considered the offer. There was only one thing she wanted enough to even CONSIDER going back on duty in this condition.

"(Squawk)... Could my... Payment be... (Squawk)... A boyfriend?...," Hyacinth asked hopefully.

The chaos space marines all exchanged nervous glances at this request, and Hyacinth hung her head in discouragement.

"Um, perhaps...," Aunty Wendy replied carefully, completely lying.

"(Squawk)... This is... (Squawk)... Outrageous!... (Squawk)... Won't do it!" Hyacinth said with finality.

"PLEASE?," Aunty Wendy pressed desperately.

"(Squawk)... Boyfriend!... Hot one!... (Squawk squawk)!" Hyacinth demanded crossly.

The chaos space marines were now running away lest any of them get assigned this duty! It didn't exactly make Hyacinth feel good about herself! Hyacinth started to cry miserably with bird songs.

Hyacinth then heard a thought and glared angrily at Liling!

"But Augusta NEEDS to be punished!" Liling insisted defensively.

"(Squawk)... So dating me... A PUNISHMENT!" Hyacinth screeched angrily and cried all the harder.

"Hyacinth don't cry, it will be ok! Help us out and I promise to figure out something for you," Aunty Wendy promised insistently.

Hyacinth sighed miserably, and reluctantly nodded that she would resume her duty in this condition, despite being in no condition to return to her duties yet and was entitled to AT LEAST a few weeks of medical leave, considering she had been BURNED ALIVE!

This REALLY sucked...

"(Squawk)... He better be... (Squawk)... REALLY hot!" Hyacinth warned angrily.

***...

Hyacinth made avian hisses of pain, as she hobbled on her badly burned feet into the cavernous Chaos Sorcerer Librarium onboard the Nightmare Asylum, feeling miserably sorry for herself at going to work in this condition! This really was beyond the pail!

She was completely mummified in bandages, burned all over, and barely even out of her earlier brush with death! Her chronic agony was such that even her Slaaneshi masochism balked at it, she was weak and exhausted, and so far the ONLY improvement to her health was that Liling had put a catheter tube deep inside her to ease the hated urinary tract infections!

Hyacinth gave a jungle birdsong of irritation as she walked through the lobby of the first public reading area of the giant Librarium complex, making several common crew heretics shush her from where they sat at metal tables reading heretical tomes they had borrowed from the shelves.

"(Squawk)... Shush YOURSELF!... I'm the... (Squawk)... Acting Chief Librarian... Here now!... (Squawk squawk)!" Hyacinth snapped at the shushers.

THAT shut the shushing heretics up, and Hyacinth kept making angry noises with no further protests from the readers.

The Librarium was located deeply within the massive pillar of architecture that contained the gargantuan command bridge of the battleship, close enough for the bridge officers to consult tomes and books as needed, but not SO close that enemy boarders would be likely to fight their way through this rather fragile (,and flammable,) stockpile of books to reach the bridge in a boarding action.

The Librarium spanned only 10 floors near the bottom of the monolithic, 150 floor tall, skyscraper-like pillar of gothic architecture that housed the entire command bridge in its top half, but the Librarium still covered almost half of each of these 10 massive decks, giving it a substantial volume of space for housing books.

In this Librarium were numerous different sections, ranging all the way from public access to highest security areas. Contained within its shelves and cogitator files was ten thousand years of accumulated knowledge and lore of the Night Lords Legion, as well as copies of every book they had ever stolen or otherwise acquired, and even included 3 books that Hyacinth had written herself, (though admittedly only 1 of these was a heretical tome, the other two had been rather embarrassing romantic fanfics she'd written as a teenager...).

Hyacinth had always had trouble moving quickly with her mutations, and burned as she now was she was not making very speedy progress through the shelves towards the restricted sections. This place was just too big!

Hyacinth leaned painfully against a shelf to catch her breath, and looked at the books in interest...

Ugh, a row of utterly crap Slaaneshi romance novels! Who even still READS "Twilight of the sparkly blood drinkers"?! And don't even get her started on "50 shades of utterly crap bondage erotica"! There was a REASON why THESE particular books were kept in the public sections of the Librarium, Hyacinth personally hoped that someone would just steal this garbage already!

Hyacinth didn't consider herself to be a GREAT author, but even the average early teenage girl could probably write a more engaging romance story than "Twilight of the sparkly blood drinkers"! Heck even Liling and Augusta's psychotic train wreck of a marriage made a better love story!

Hyacinth cheeped to herself in bemused annoyance at the books and found the strength to keep on going, hobbling gingerly on her burned bird feet towards the highly restricted sections of the Librarium up ahead beyond a series of guarded doorways.

The doors were guarded by some of the many daemonette possessed necromantic constructs created by Violet's spell craft, in the form of the skeletons and power armour of long dead space marines from a variety of both chaos and loyalist forces, including a few dead Sevenson Night Lords, filled with surgically implanted daemon possessed mutant flesh to provide locomotion.

The guards were little more than demonised husks of possessed living flesh encasing dead ceramic space marine bones, wearing the power armour the space marines had originally died in, and holding bolters or other typical weapons. The possessing daemonettes that animated the bodies of the guards were under the complete control of Hyacinth's eldest half sister Violet Smith, the daughter from their non-Sevenson mother TigerLily's first marriage before she later married Hyacinth's father Luke Sevenson.

Violet wasn't technically a Sevenson at all, but thanks to the crazy way that childcare duties were shared around in this war band, Wendy and Octavia had ended up raising Violet as their own kid, imbuing her with a Sevenson cultural identity. She was so completely naturalised into the family that she was as loyal as any other daughter of the war band, and this loyalty had earned her the powerful position she now enjoyed as chief librarian of the Nightmare Asylum, a position that she was now cowardly shifting onto Hyacinth as soon as it got too scary...

Hyacinth glared at the nearest guard, knowing that Violet could see what they saw, and made an irritated insulting gesture.

"(Squawk)... You're a coward!... (Squawk)!" Hyacinth told the nearest guard crossly.

"I know...," the guard replied in a gurgling voice through it's mutated airways, Violet speaking through the necromantic construct.

"(Squawk)... Where are you?...," Hyacinth demanded.

"In my office torturing my boyfriend," the guard replied in it's horrific voice.

"(Squawk)... MY office now!" Hyacinth corrected angrily.

"I'm sorry Hyacinth...," the guard replied apologetically.

Hyacinth waved Violet's apologies away and hobbled between the guards towards the secured area doors. The guards opened the doors for Hyacinth and a pair of them flanked her as an escort, one in the damaged power armour of a loyalist Novamarine tactical marine and the other a dead Word Bearer Chaos Space Marine. It was odd to see such diverse groups of Space Marines working together in death like this, Hyacinth doubted that the souls of either of these marines would appreciate what Violet had done with their mortal husks.

The new restricted section Hyacinth was now limping through housed much more dangerous or secretive tomes and information than the public areas of the Librarium, with ten thousand years of highly classified military information of the Night Lords legion, the details of secret bases and chaos cults, and tomes of the most fell sorcery imaginable. Powerful rubrics and wards made the ink of these pages invisible to any but a worshipper of one or more of the chaos gods, and the military information was written in secretive code languages just to make sure.

As both a worshipper of Slaanesh and an officially educated Sevenson chaos sorceress, Hyacinth had no trouble in reading any but the oldest of these books, but she was not yet old enough to have had enough time to even read 1 percent of all the information that was recorded, only the most ancient of the mortal servants of chaos had been alive long enough to read ALL of the books in this Librarium, there was just too much to read in a normal human lifespan.

Instead the Librarium employed thousands of heretic scholars with high security clearances, to each spend their work days reading a different tiny fraction of the books, so that collectively they knew the entire lore of the Librarium. The psykers like Violet and Hyacinth could then simply read their minds as needed to absorb the information. It sure saved a lot of time!

Hyacinth made a point of reading the minds of the reading scholars as she passed. Most were reading battle reports or other military documents from the Night Lord Legion's history, it was gory stuff. A few others were bored and distracted from hours of reading boring administrative reports, and yet others were reading tomes of blackest sorcery.

Hyacinth eagerly absorbed this knowledge into her memory, gaining new insights into warp sorcery and the Night Lords Legion history, and meditated on this information as she approached the office of the onboard chief librarian.

Six entire squads of possessed guards were standing guard outside the office, the cowardly Violet taking absolutely no chances with her own safety. The mass of guards parted out of the way around Hyacinth, closing around behind her to envelope her in their protection, letting her reach the doors.

The guards opened the doors for Hyacinth and closed them again behind her when she entered, revealing yet another squad of guards inside the front of the office as additional protection. Violet really was a coward!

Hyacinth angrily pushed through these guards and entered the main part of the luxurious office to find a currently naked Violet standing sheepishly, beside a naked Sevenson Night Lord hunk that was chained down laying spread eagle on a torture table, bound with immensely thick chains.

Violet was slightly less mutated than Hyacinth, with only bird feet and bright blue feathers for scalp hair and bright blue NORMAL human body hair as her primary noticeable mutations. Apart from the feet and hair she passed for a beautiful human woman, with an anus and vagina as separate holes, her carefully sculpted strip of wispy blue pubic hair currently on full display with her nudity.

Unlike poor Hyacinth, Violet irritatingly got to actually enjoy a full and fulfilling sex life, and given her current state of nudity and the naked man in bondage, it was obvious that she had just been having sex right now.

"(Squawk)... Mine now?...," Hyacinth teased, pointing at the yummy naked hunk on the table.

"That's my boyfriend," Violet explained unnecessarily.

"(Squawk)... Why you... Make me... (Squawk)... do your job!" Hyacinth squawked crossly, changing the subject.

"You know why, Franklin and his companions carry the light of the false Emperor inside them. I am not going anywhere NEAR something like that!" Violet explained fearfully with finality.

"(Squawk)... So *I*... Have to?!" Hyacinth replied in disbelief.

"Well SOMEONE has to, and all of our other psykers on this task force deployment are still only apprentices that can't even cast by themselves outside of a choir together. I BEGGED mummy Wendy to promote one of the apprentices to deal with this!" Violet explained defensively.

"(Squawk)... Coward!... I'm BURNED!" Hyacinth spat in disgust at this selfishness.

Violet looked down at her own mutant bird feet in shame.

Hyacinth cawed in frustration. This mission CLEARLY hadn't requisitioned enough psychic support from the Matriarch! The Matriarch had not wanted to devote more than two trained psykers and a choir of apprentices to something as low priority as this rescue mission, and Daddy and Aunty Wendy had foolishly thought that this contingent would be enough!

If Franklin had just been NORMAL rather than empowered by the freaking EMPEROR, then Violet and Hyacinth plus the apprentices would have been more than enough for this mission! As it was they were hopelessly understaffed with competent (and BRAVE) psychic personnel.

"Mummy Wendy did, um, mention your price to come back to work... Here," Violet said hesitantly, gesturing to her chained down boyfriend!

"(SQUAWK!)... ALL MINE?!... MY BOYFRIEND NOW!... (SQUAWK SQUAWK)!" Hyacinth squawked loudly in excited astonishment.

"Um, wait what?," the boyfriend said uncertainly, apparently not having been included in this decision.

"Submissive Slave, I order you to be Hyacinth's totally committed and obedient boyfriend for as long as Hyacinth wants!" Violet ordered the yummy hunk in her strictest and most severe dominatrix voice.

"Yes Mistress Violet...," the hunk said bitterly with programmed obedience.

Hyacinth gasped with joy and immediately hobbled over to her new very own boyfriend! By Slaanesh he was GORGEOUS!

"So you will do it?," Violet asked hopefully.

Hyacinth was too overjoyed for words and just nodded enthusiastically.

"(Squawk)... You're cute...," Hyacinth told her reluctant new boyfriend affectionately.

***...

Hyacinth eventually pulled herself away from her new Night Lord boyfriend Jack Sevenson and reluctantly unchained him and sent him away to stop herself getting distracted. If she wanted to keep him then she had to fulfil her end of the deal, the sooner the better.

Hyacinth got on the vox and squawked instructions for a selection of books and items to be brought to her.

The items were: A book called "Combating the False Emperor in the Immaterium", a second book called "Daemonic Rites of Divination", six intricately carved pink crystal Slaaneshi scrying stones, one box full of sticks of pink sorcery pattern inscribing chalk that had been blessed by the daemonic Matriarch herself, one deck of Emperor's Tarot cards to focus the ritual on the right psychic frequency, one cage of 6 live sacrificial rats (,already sedated on arrival lest she get bitten or lose one), one rune encrusted sacrificial knife, and one bright pink plush toy (,simply because she liked plush toys).

The items were brought to her promptly, and Hyacinth began by VERY carefully reading the books to ensure that she didn't make a fatal mistake in the spell. She found all the details she needed, and reread each of them several times just to make absolutely sure.

When Hyacinth was SURE that she had everything perfectly understood, she painstakingly began to draw an elaborate design on the office floor with the pink chalk. When the chalking was complete she carefully placed the six pink crystal stones in precise locations in the chalk layout, and carefully placed every card of the Emperor's Tarot deck in the centre of the chalk pattern.

Now came the gross part with the poor little rats, sacrificing one over each of the crystals whilst squawking the name Slaanesh over and over again.

Hyacinth put the plush toy out of the way and very carefully stepped inside the chalk pattern, standing in a very specific place and opening her highly psychic mind to the warp.

The agonising pain and pleasure of the Slaanesh hells flooded into her brain like a tempest, and her warp avatar was sent tumbling along a tubular corridor of psychic energy shaped by the chalk and crystals, spinning and bouncing off the bright pink sides of the energy tunnel, tumbling along upside down in the turbulence.

Hyacinth tumbled from the end of the corridor to fall splashing into an endless white ocean of Eldar breastmilk in part of the heavenly Slaanesh hells! Hyacinth coughed and spluttered, and swam desperately for the nearest shore.

The ocean was warm as body heat, clean white, and erotically scented of fresh Eldar lactations. It was unbroken by major landmasses, but had giant pale Eldar breasts poking out of the milk like colossal islands, most poking up as a pair of breasts, a tiny few others composed of only a single breast standing alone.

Hyacinth swam for the closest, a pair of swollen pale pink breasts that were hundreds of meters across. Hyacinth washed up on the milky shore in very gentle surf, and climbed up the soft spongy skin, her bandages soaked with milk but her burns strangely soothed by this milk bath.

Hyacinth stood up on this strange island, and gazed around at her surroundings.

The breasts were rhythmically rising and falling very very softly and slightly, suggesting a chest trying but failing to breathe under them, but Hyacinth saw no signs of the rest of the women these breasts were attached to, assuming they were even in truth attached to anything at all.

Hyacinth inspected her current island, and immediately noticed evenly spaced tiny white streams of milk running down the sides from the peak. The slopes of the island were slippery with milk, but Hyacinth managed to climb up them with difficulty.

At the top of the island she discovered an enormous nipple lactating very heavily, sending milk cascading down the slopes on all sides. Gathered around this nipple was a crowd of daemonettes with normal human hands, all busily rubbing and stimulating the nipple with their hands and mouths and bodies, forcing it to lactate for all eternity.

Hyacinth looked down at the milk ocean below and suddenly could see a giant distressed Eldar woman bound fast under the surface, with only her breasts breaking the surface to form this pair of islands, eternally drowning under her own milk, forced against her will to keep lactating forever lest the milk level drop such that her face might break the surface and let her breathe again!

The Eldar woman couldn't talk under the milk, but Hyacinth could read her mind, and the story it told was horrific. This Eldar woman was a damned soul, consumed by Slaanesh at the very fall of the Eldar when blessed Slaanesh was born.

Ever since the moment of her death, this Eldar soul had been here in the milk ocean transformed into a naked bound fast giant. At first there had been no milk at all and she had been able to breathe, but then the daemonettes had come and began the eternal stimulation of her nipples. At first this giant Eldar woman and the others like her all around had orgasmically enjoyed this nipple stimulation, thinking this was paradise, hoping it never ended, but over the course of a few years of orgasmic pleasure, the ocean had slowly filled with their milk.

The milk surface had finally become out of reach of her tightly bound head around TEN THOUSAND YEARS AGO! EVER since then she had been drowning under the milk, drowning in terrible suffering but never dying or swooning! She was now DESPERATE for an end to the nipple stimulation she had thought heavenly, desperate in vain for an end to that she had once wished never to end!

Hyacinth sobbed with pity for this damned soul, but did not dare to even QUESTION her own devotion to continue worshipping Slaanesh, to question your faith in Slaanesh inside the Slaanesh hells was to immediately join the damned inside it in eternal punishment!

Hyacinth desperately redoubled her faith in Slaanesh, rubbing her burns and moaning in masochistic pleasure, not letting her pity damn her.

Hyacinth deliberately focused on remembering the point of this ritual, it was to find a damned soul with access to the knowledge she needed, and to get this soul to locate the missing orphan children. The Eldar woman seemed to sense what Hyacinth wanted, and thoughts filled her mind.

"I am connected to the knowledge of Slaanesh. If you let me breathe again I will give you ANYTHING!" The Eldar woman thought in her frantically drowning mind.

Hyacinth nodded in agreement to this deal and looked around herself to figure out a plan.

The ocean seemed to never fill above a certain point, to leave the breasts permanently exposed above the surface, but it was also clear that she had no way of draining it faster than it was filled. Trying to remove the daemonettes from the nipple was suicidal, and pointless even if she succeeded, even if THESE nipples were left alone, there was an endless island chain of lactating breast islands stretching beyond every horizon! One pair of islands made no difference on this scale.

Hyacinth also highly doubted that she could free the giant from her bonds, the bonds were thick metal as giant as the woman, it would take the weapons of a battle titan to breech these bonds.

There was one other possibility, to create a breathing tube of some sort. Hyacinth somehow just knew that this was the ONLY solution Slaanesh would even allow, it was the only way.

Hyacinth looked around for something to work with. Other than the potentially lethal daemonettes, the only materials that Hyacinth could see was milk and breasts...

Oh SLAANESH! You CAN'T mean...?!

It looked like Hyacinth would have to CARVE the building materials out of the island itself!

Hyacinth threw up before she even started, always best to vomit first in situations like this. She then steeled herself and began casting a spell, shaping the warp substance of the very air in this place in a way that would be impossible outside of the warp, bending some of it into the shape of a temporary large sword of blazing pink fire.

Hyacinth paused, in theory she COULD summon a tube from thin air in the same way as this sword. The problem was that it would return to thin air as soon as she left, leaving the woman drowning forever. The only thing that HAD been proven to still be in one piece in this place after even ten thousand years was the flesh of this woman. Any breathing straw fashioned from this flesh would last LONG term.

Hyacinth sighed and sliced the pink sword into the skin of the breast, parting it effortlessly to reveal the yellow fat underneath. This was DISGUSTING!

The giant's mind was now shrieking in pain as well as drowning...

Hyacinth was very small compared to the giant, and the tube she needed was VERY big relative to Hyacinth. This would be a SLOW process indeed!

***...

It had taken many hours and a lot of magic to help but it was now done. The straw was composed of thick fat, and had an inner and outer layer sown from skin, with long thin slices of skin stitched all through it like a sewing thread, and tied off in knots to hold it's shape.

The "quarry" in the side of the island that had provided all of this material was extremely disturbing to look at, and high pressure white milk was spraying out of fissures in the exposed yellow fat, creating a miniature torrent of gushing milk.

Hyacinth made sure that the straw was perfect, and then used a spell to drag the straw into the sea of milk, sitting on the shoreline herself so her concentration wasn't broken by swimming. Hyacinth psychically floated the straw out into position over the woman's face, and then very carefully pushed one end down and pulled the other end up.

The giant woman desperately closed her mouth over the straw and started to suck, swallowing down the milk in the tube until air made contact with her mouth.

The woman immediately started gasping in air and coughing violently to clear the milk from her lungs, making the island quake violently, ten thousand years of drowning finally over.

As soon as the quaking eased Hyacinth had one last spell to cast, and then as it reached it's completion, loose ends of skin thread on the straw burrowed into the Eldar woman's face and knotted themselves in place, holding the straw to her mouth lest she ever lost her grip of it in her mouth.

The Eldar woman breathed joyfully through the straw in relief now, and Hyacinth was crying tears of emotion to see ten thousand years of hellish suffering finally find relief! It was the most decent thing Hyacinth had ever done! Hyacinth then looked at all the other islands and felt discouraged to know that an endless multitude of others were still drowning too...

Hyacinth needed to return to her own physical body now, this one breathing straw had taken an entire day to fashion. She simply didn't have the time to make a second!

"I LOVE YOU more than I have ever loved anything you compassionate saviour!" The giant thought with complete awe and worship.

Hyacinth smiled, she had still been able to at least make all the difference in the world to this one. It was still a wonderful thing she had accomplished.

"Beyond wonderful, Hyacinth Sevenson. I indeed am connected to the knowledge of Slaanesh, and in gratitude I will grant you access to what knowledge I am party to for as long as I keep breathing." The Eldar woman solemnly promised.

Hyacinth had already stayed longer than she should, and did not tarry, merely staying long enough to cast a spell to let her telepathically communicate with this damned soul at any time. With time slipping away, Hyacinth cast a spell of escape and was then tumbling back along the tunnel of pink energy and back into her body.

Hyacinth opened her eyes to find that she was still standing in the chalk pattern, bladder desperate for the catheter to be opened, busting to poo, and almost faint from hunger.

Hyacinth stepped shakily from the chalk pattern and voxed Aunty Wendy.

"I... (Squawk)... Succeeded... (Squawk)... Need food... Medical treatment!... (Squawk)," Hyacinth told Aunty Wendy over the vox.

"Of course dear, you just stay put as we come and take care of you. Thank you so much for helping the family like this when you are so sick! Unlike SOME adopted daughter of mine who shall remain nameless. YOU did fantastic Hyacinth," Aunty Wendy replied emphatically.

"(Squawk)... LOVE... The new... (Squawk)... Boyfriend by... The way!" Hyacinth replied cheerfully.

***...