Chapter 43(orphan)
(Author's note, sorry for the delay. My wife is now pregnant and is having continuous morning sickness worse than a Great Unclean One, like the exorcist levels of vomiting, and I have been busy taking care of her. The morning sickness period is (hopefully) going to end soon. As well as that I was so disgusted by the whole Judge Brett Kavanagh saga that I couldn't bear to write about the rape inclined Sevensons as it was just too close to home. I had decided not to write anymore until after the midterm blue wave, as it is just too psychologically corrosive to write this stuff without some justice and sanity returned to the real world to let me recharge between chapters. Well now that the good guys won the American congress and can bring down these real life villains (as a transsexual myself I have an especially dim view of any political party that is openly hostile to my kind, so from my point of view they are villains), I feel reassured enough to continue writing. Sorry again about the delay.).
Night Lords Chaos Raptor Augusta Antony Sevenson snarled savagely as he ripped the head off a daemonic plague bearer of Nurgle, in a savage melee in the blackness of a metal ingot depot deep inside a subterranean city on the daemon world of Lavender Furnace.
Around Augusta were other raptors all ripping apart hostile daemons in brutal close combat, chainsaw swords buzzing angrily as they ripped into the diseased intestines of bloated plague bearers, painting the floors and surrounding piled up metal ingots with putrid fluids and reeking gore.
Augusta's lightning claw sliced daemons apart in a frenzy of speed, destroying the ponderous slow diseased things before they could land a blow. The chainsaw blades of his squad were just as fast, sawing off heads with brutal speed.
In the space of a few seconds it was all over, and the raptors took off in fiery plumes of their baroque wings, leaving the dissolving bodies of the defeated daemons behind on the floor.
The raptors landed with a thump on top of a huge towering pile of nickel ingots, retaking their hiding place in preparation for their next deadly ambush.
Augusta moved quickly behind the cover of a piled up wall of nickel ingots he had stacked up on top of the twenty meter tall pile of ingots, and immediately got to work cleaning the Nurgle foulness off his gear with a disposable rag and odourless cleaning chemical, careful to prevent any rot.
The room the squad was in was immense, a pillared high ceilinged industrial storage space that stretched over 20 kilometres in every direction. It was completely and utterly black, with every ceiling light shot out to ensure the cover of darkness that the Night Lords excelled in, and the entire space was stacked up high with piles of metal ingots mined from the planet core.
Nickel, iron, lead, copper, tin, titanium, rhodium, silver, gold, rutherfordium, zinc, chromium, manganese, and many other metals, all cast into ingots and stacked up high in neat piles with a vast maze of winding paths between them. It was the perfect hunting ground for flying raptors to ambush prey.
The hostile Word Bearers were flooding the city with forces to defeat the Night Lords, but the Night Lords had chosen their hunting ground very well, forcing the foes to get split up in small bands searching the dark storage space, denying them the use of their numbers. In this environment mobility was everything, giving the extremely fast and mobile Night Lords the tactical advantage.
Augusta finished cleaning his gear and turned his attention to the pile of hacked up bodies in the pit his men had created on top of the pile of ingots. Word Bearer power armour lay in pieces, the bodies still inside them minus their gene seeds that the raptors had already harvested. Weapons and ammunition from the corpses also littered around the edge of the pit, away from the bodies for easy reach.
Augusta carefully removed his helmet and smelled the air. Blisteringly hot humid air met his nose, it was hot and steamy as an autoclave in here!
Augusta's thick oily sweat protected his flesh from instantly cooking in the infernal heat, and he quickly concluded that the heat was already sterilising most of the Nurgle nasties in the air. Augusta quickly reached down into the pit and pulled out a power armour clad leg.
Augusta messily got the already cooking meat out of the armour, and ate the hot flesh in an orgy of cannibalism, keeping his energy levels as strong as possible to stay in peak fighting condition. A small nuclear powered portable refrigeration condenser sat next to the pit, dripping constant beads of cold water condensation into a thermos flask for drinking water, Augusta took a long drink from the thermos before returning his helmet to his head.
The city was getting hotter by the hour. The Word Bearers had disabled the heat exchangers for the city, and the heat of the day far above outside was steadily finding its way into the city air. The Night Lords were only still alive because of their self cooling power armour and heat resistant oily sweat. Apart from space marines the only things tough enough to function in this heat were extremely tough types of daemons of Nurgle, just thank Slaanesh that pesky Nurglings were not tough enough for this heat!
The local chaos cultist allies of the Word Bearers had summoned hundreds of thousands or perhaps even millions of plague bearers to fight the Night Lords, and the Word Bearers were mostly (but not completely) just holding back out of the fighting and letting the hoards of Nurgle daemons wear down the Night Lords with attrition, little by little inflicting casualties and consuming ammo with endless waves of demonic cannon fodder.
The Night Lords were not stupid, and were not wasting ammunition on these minor daemons, dispatching them in close combat in lethal surprise ambushes. Ammunition was extremely valuable and could not be wasted, it had to be used only when absolutely necessary.
Sporadic gunfire echoed throughout the vast sprawling storage depot, as Night Lords and Word Bearers opened fire on each other in deadly ambushes. The cracks of frag grenades mixed with the roars of flamers and hiss of melta guns, making a cacophony of shifting sounds in the dark.
Augusta and his fellow Night Lords could see clear as day in the darkness of the depot, their eyes were so sensitive even by space marine standards, that it was said that they could clearly read a book in complete blackness by only the light of a very weak candle 5 miles away. Even the most minuscule amounts of light was enough for them to see, no darkness held any terror for them.
The distant light of flamer fuel merrily burning a mile or two away was almost uncomfortably bright for Augusta in fact, even though a normal human wouldn't see a thing in this blackness. This was a combat environment he was made for.
Apart from the large liquid puddles in places made from the melted remains of piles of ingots of lower melting point elements (such as gallium), the huge stacks of metal ingots stretched on as far as Augusta could see, mineral wealth on an unimaginable scale. And this was only one of the countless cities on this planet with similar depots full of purified core metals!
The planet Lavender Furnace was not unusually rich in metal for a planet of its size, pretty much ANY planet had a metal core full of countless cubic kilometres of mixed metals if only you could reach it. To generate energy on a large enough scale to cool down an entire planet core with lasers to mine it like this spoke volumes of the raw electrical power the solar plates produced!
If ONLY the Night Lords could subdue and capture this planet, then they would have more wealth than they could hold, they would be rich beyond their wildest dreams! A victory here would be worth all the lost lives and placate the Matriarch for this entire debacle.
Easier said than done though with the Word Bearers in the fighting now, not to mention their complete air and numerical superiority. At this stage the Night Lords would be lucky to escape with their lives let alone win.
The Nightmare Asylum had been gone for over a week now, and the Night Lords had been driven deep underground to this vast storage depot by the constant surface bombardment. He had no idea if the Nightmare Asylum had even survived, and could do little more than just survive hour by hour as the Word Bearers tried to destroy them.
If the Nightmare Asylum was destroyed then getting out alive would not be easy. The Matriarch would eventually become enraged enough to send a fleet of Sevenson Night Lords to rescue them, but it would still take months for a rescue to arrive, surviving that long would be difficult in the extreme...
Stealthy space marine footsteps sounded on the hard floor hundreds of meters away in the dark, Augusta and his raptors heard it instantly and became still as statues, listening for the prey like predators.
Ordinary humans would not have heard the stealthy footfalls but the Night Lords heard them loud as drum beats.
The raptors listened and signalled to each other in tactical sign language. It sounded like over 80 Word Bearers, an entire company, sneaking through the dark in large enough numbers to kill any squads of Night Lords they encountered!
The raptors cursed in sign language and listened further, they heard another 5 companies of similar size to the first coming in behind the first vanguard company. This was too large a force for one squad of raptors to take on in a fair fight.
It was just fortunate that the Night Lords legion had never fought fairly since their founding, and they were not about to start now. Why fight fair when fighting dirty works SO much better?. The Ultramarines called the Night Lords "a bunch of complete and total dirty scum fighters to a man", the Tau Empire called the Night Lords "back stabbing war criminals", the Orks called the Night Lords "cowardly dirty sneaky gits", and the Space Wolves simply referred to the Night Lords as "Cunts". There was well deserved truth in all of these terms, for the Night Lords really had turned fighting dirty into an art form.
The raptors sent highly encrypted vox messages to every other Night Lord warning of what they had found, and got no reply vox. The enemy would instantly detect any vox signals and would now be aware of the raptors presence, so the other Night Lords dared not reply.
With their presence detected the raptors dropped their stealth and activated their baroque jump packs in a blaze of fire, jumping from one pile of ingots to another, fleeing the enemy.
The Word Bearers in the vanguard company snarled loudly with daemonic rage and gave chase on the ground, firing bolters at the blazing bright jump packs in the dark.
Augusta and the raptors cursed and dropped down to the floor and just ran on foot, zigzagging through the piles of ingots to avoid being shot.
"Break their backs! Face us you Night Lord cowards!" Distorted harsh Word Bearer voices snarled behind them in the distance.
The raptors frantically voxed the rest of the Night Lord forces, and ran along a long corridor formed between two gigantic 200 meter long stacks of iron ingots.
"There they are! Kill! KILL!" The voices raged behind them, and the entire vanguard company sprinted down the corridor after them firing furiously at the fleeing raptors.
The raptors activated their jump packs and flew up out of the corridor.
Augusta used the cogitator in his helmet to send a pulse of coded radio signals.
The pair of massive piles of iron ingots exploded at their foots as hidden high temperature stable demolition charges detonated from the command signals!
The charges blew huge gaping holes in the bottom of the piles along the inside of the long corridor, leaving the tops of the 20 meter tall piles of ingots unsupported.
The Word Bearers roared with rage as the twin piles of iron collapsed thousands of tons of iron ingots down into the narrow corridor, flattening the entire company under ten thousand tons of hard metal!
"Squish!" Augusta chuckled nastily.
80 enemy marines were now dead without the raptors having taken a single casualty, and it was all thanks to fighting as dirty as humanly possible.
The raptors laughed nastily as they begun luring the remaining companies into more deadly hidden traps. This was too easy.
***...
Octavia smiled as she made completely heterosexual love to her rather reluctant bedridden wife Wendy in their bedroom, taking advantage of this temporary male body while it lasted, until the vat grown clone of Octavia's original flesh was finished growing (which wasn't a fast process).
The ship was almost fully repaired now by endless work shifts of summoned daemonettes directed by Octavia's clever husband, the mortal crew was all well rested now, and the ship even had a few new upgrades such as a daemon possessed hull that could gradually heal itself and daemonettes bound into the weapons batteries to save manpower. The crew was engaged solely in summoning ever more daemonettes and these daemonettes were filling the roles vacated by the crew. Octavia's husband was so clever!
Wendy groaned unhappily as Octavia's male anatomy penetrated her, her lesbianism having a rotten time with Octavia's new male body. Octavia ignored the mild protests and continued sliding her penis in and out of Wendy's rather dry pussy, it felt fantastic!
Octavia kissed Wendy hungrily with her stubbly male mouth, and roughly grabbed Wendy's breasts as she energetically penetrated her wife. The male hormones of this borrowed body were affecting Octavia quite badly, making her behaviour far less feminine and far more rough and masculine. The borrowed body seemed to instinctively know what to do with a woman as beautiful as Wendy, and Octavia had been all over Wendy every waking moment since the ship was liberated from the last of the enemy.
Octavia came yet again inside Wendy with a satisfied grunt, and rolled off her without any of the desire to cuddle that she would have had in her female body. Octavia lay satisfied catching her breath as Wendy shied away repelled.
"Enough sex, PLEASE no more!" Wendy begged feebly, weak as a kitten in her current sickly injured state.
Octavia was irritated by how difficult Wendy was being and looked at her in exasperation.
Wendy was absolutely gorgeous as ever, and in this male body Octavia was even more interested in the beautiful woman than she would have usually been, which was really saying something! Wendy was naked and helpless in the giant bed, and still too weak to put up any resistance to stop Octavia simply doing whatever she liked to her. The mere sight of Wendy made Octavia feel aroused again, and Octavia looked at Wendy hungrily.
Wendy cowered away and begged, "please no more rape, I don't like it!"
"I didn't like it either when my entire tribe was raped to death by Night Lords, I didn't like it when I was raped too. I didn't like a lot of things that have happened to me over the years, but here I am, your spouse for better or worse, so shut up and spread those legs for me like an obedient wife!" Octavia snapped back crossly and pounced on Wendy.
Octavia easily overpowered the enfeebled Wendy with her new male strength and penetrated her yet again, testosterone surging through her new body. The feel of her penis inside Wendy felt utterly fantastic!
Octavia felt wonderfully satisfied as she came hard inside Wendy yet again, it was so much EASIER than her usual lesbian sex with Wendy, their parts matched perfectly for a change just as natural evolution intended. Octavia was getting sore in her new private parts, but she couldn't seem to stop, it just felt so good.
Octavia climbed off the unhappy Wendy and put an affectionate muscular male arm around her, sighing contentedly. This was the life.
"Please no more!" Wendy whined fearfully.
"I am spent for now my darling wife, these parts are a nuisance the way they need to keep recharging between use." Octavia said indulgently in her deep male voice.
"Th-thank you! I have had enough," Wendy stammered in relief.
"For twenty years you never EVER had a problem with having constant sex with me! Just because of my different looks I am suddenly not good enough for you! You are unbelievably shallow!" Octavia snapped in irritation at Wendy's selfishness.
"But you are a MAN! I am still a lesbian!" Wendy protested defensively.
"Only on the outside, on the inside I am a woman, I didn't want this male body in the first place!" Octavia bickered.
This fighting had been going on for over a week now, as the pair of them tried to adjust to this new change. As soon as the fighting on the ship had ended Octavia's husband had transferred to a different host body and had sent Octavia home with Wendy to keep out of the way during repairs. Octavia had quickly gotten horny and had been venting said horniness on Wendy's vagina.
The nuns had been the real reason why Octavia was being so intimate with Wendy despite all protests. Octavia had been reluctant to just rape Wendy at first, but the nuns had spent hours giving a passionate lecture convincing Octavia that she had a sacred duty to lay with her wife like this. Octavia had been very confused but she trusted the nuns as being qualified to know the answers to deep morality questions better than she did and took their advice.
The nuns had said that now that Octavia had a male body, her marriage to Wendy was now completely valid in the Emperor's sight, and as Wendy was a human she was far more "appropriate" as a spouse than Octavia's non-human daemon husband. The nuns had given Octavia a long lecture about the rights and responsibilities of being a "husband", and had insisted that a husband in a "heterosexual human marriage" had absolute sexual rights to his wife, and that it was therefore IMPOSSIBLE for a husband to rape his wife, as a wife "couldn't withhold consent from her husband".
Wendy had had rather different views on this, and Octavia herself had felt like maybe she shouldn't keep doing this, but the nuns had been insistent, and Octavia had soon enjoyed the sex so much that she now didn't really want to stop anymore. It just felt so GOOD!
Wendy whined yet again about being "raped", which irritated Octavia. Wendy had been complaining nonstop all week! The pair had been fighting and squabbling constantly about it every waking moment!
"I thought you LOVED me!" Wendy whimpered in self pity.
Octavia grumbled and sighed in exasperation at this incessant complaining.
"If you love me then stop, if you have any love for me then you must stop!" Wendy pleaded.
"How is this worse than all the times you had my memory erased against my will! How DARE you say that if I loved you I would stop after all the times you DIDN'T stop yet still claimed to love me!" Octavia shouted angrily.
Wendy stammered at this, having no answer.
"If YOU love me then you will put out for me, I don't exactly feel loved when you are being so frigid towards me!" Octavia demanded.
"But I am a LESBIAN! I can't help it!" Wendy protested.
This caused yet more bickering between the highly dysfunctional married pair.
This latest argument was interrupted by the nuns all fleeing into the bedroom, probably to escape the latest daemonette rape squad patrolling the decks of the ship. Bands of daemonettes freely roamed the ship raping anyone they encountered this past week, and the nuns frequently entered the bedroom like this to get away from them.
"Help! Save us!" The nuns pleaded as a group of six daemonettes entered the bedroom chasing after them.
Octavia and Wendy stopped bickering with each other and shouted at the daemonettes to get out, both of them annoyed by this interruption to their ongoing lover's quarrel. The daemonettes bowed to the authority of Wendy and Octavia, and left the nuns in peace.
Wendy and Octavia barely hesitated another second before resuming their bitter argument about their sexual problems.
"Wendy that is a DISGRACEFUL thing for any wife to say to her husband! Your husband has every right to lay with you in holy matrimony anytime he likes! Stop being so disobedient!" Mother Superior chastised crossly at Wendy's latest words.
"Who asked you!? This is between me and my wife!" Wendy snarled in outrage.
"HUSBAND! Not "wife", HUSBAND! This man is your husband and you WILL give him his conjugal rights you sinful wife!" Mother Superior countered in fiery zeal.
Octavia nodded enthusiastically and forced her pelvis between Wendy's tightly closed legs, trying with great difficulty to penetrate the struggling woman.
The nuns nodded in approval as Octavia managed to penetrate Wendy, and left the room to give them some privacy.
Wendy was making unhappy noises but eventually stopped struggling and just lay still in exhaustion and let Octavia have her way with her, looking utterly miserable.
Octavia was eventually done to satisfaction, and sprawled contentedly across the bed, feeling relaxed. This past week had been very pleasant apart from Wendy's constant complaining.
Octavia gazed at her borrowed body curiously, still not sure who it had originally belonged to. The body was heavily muscled but still completely human, with white skin and a short blonde crew cut. It had no tattoos or other identifying marks, and Octavia had no idea who this man had once been.
Octavia stretched her bulging muscles with a grunt of satisfaction, and breathed in the intoxicating fragrance of Wendy's highly feminine body. The bed was a mess of crumpled sheets and cum stains from Octavia's continual sex with Wendy, and Wendy herself was smeared with dry cum, her hair dishevelled and makeup heavily smeared.
Octavia had been acting as nursemaid for Wendy this past week, carrying her to the bathroom periodically and keeping her fed as her muscles healed. The extreme heat had done horrifying damage to Wendy's muscles, liquifying much of her muscle mass and leaving her so weak that she couldn't even walk, far too weak to defend herself from Octavia's advances.
"I need to poo," Wendy quietly told Octavia.
Octavia nodded and scooped Wendy up in her arms and carried her to the bathroom, depositing her on a toilet to do what she had to do. Octavia mercifully dispensed with their usual toilet play games this time around, and just let Wendy poo.
Octavia cleaned Wendy up afterwards with an extremely ticklish full body wash in the shower like they had every day for the last twenty years, and the heavy laughter cheered Wendy up somewhat from her unhappiness.
Wendy smiled sweetly at Octavia from where she hung by her wrists from the shower ceiling handcuffs, still twitching slightly from phantom tickles after the lengthy soapy scrubbing brush torture. Octavia smiled back at her wife, feeling an emotional bond from their mutual love of their favourite type of torture.
"I do love you Wendy, you know that right?", Octavia said tenderly.
Wendy sighed deeply and nodded, whispering, "I know, and I love you too Octavia."
Octavia stroked the side of Wendy's face gently, and moved her face closer for a kiss. Wendy hesitated and then pouted for the kiss. Octavia kissed her tenderly, loving her deeply despite all their problems.
The pair made out for a while, but Wendy was soon shying away once more, repelled by the male body kissing her as the thrill from the long tickle wore off. Octavia responded by resuming Wendy's tickling, making her howl with laughter until she was turned on enough to resume kissing.
After twenty minutes of heavy laughter Wendy's pussy was wet from the fetish of her torment, and opened her legs reluctantly but willingly to be penetrated by Octavia. The pair made laughter filled tender love for the next hour in the shower, no longer fighting but romantically bonding with each other.
The pair relocated to the bedroom, and had extremely ticklish sex long into the night, completely in love with each other despite the sexual orientation difficulties.
At some point during the night of passionate sexual torture the pair fell asleep in each other's arms, and dreamed dreams of erotic passion and tenderness.
For a long time the pair slept, but then they were awoken by the front door bell ringing, and Octavia sleepily got up to find Liling here for Wendy's routine medical checkup.
Octavia led Liling into the bedroom, and got Wendy into position for the deliberately unnecessarily sexualised Slaaneshi medical scanning dildo. Like everything else in a Slaanesh worshipping society, the medical tools tended to be far more sexualised than otherwise necessary.
Wendy moaned loudly from Liling inserting the foreign object inside her vagina, much more sexually receptive to the female body of Liling doing such acts to her, and Octavia flushed with jealousy. Wendy didn't moan like that when OCTAVIA had tried such acts in her new male body!
Liling pushed buttons on a touch screen connected to the scanning dildo, and it started to buzz loudly, making Wendy moan louder than ever, as the scanner checked Wendy's health.
Liling gave a little gasp without warning and gazed at Octavia with slight disbelief.
"What?", Octavia asked confused.
"You were to NURSE this woman not FUCK her!" Liling snapped tersely.
"Oh shit, I didn't hurt her did I?!" Octavia asked in rising panic.
"You didn't HURT her exactly, but you did get her pregnant," Liling said awkwardly.
"Pregnant?, but that's impossible, I can't get her pregnant, I'm a woman!" Octavia insisted.
Liling and Wendy both gave Octavia a look like she was a complete idiot, and face palmed in unison.
"Will you explain or will I?," Liling asked Wendy.
"Wait, lets see how long it takes her to figure it out herself," Wendy said with a ghost of amusement in her grim tone.
Octavia looked from Liling to Wendy in bovine bewilderment, racking her brain frantically to try to make sense of this.
"Can two women get each other pregnant?," Octavia asked uncertainly, no longer sure.
Liling and Wendy looked at Octavia with growing incredulity the longer it took Octavia to figure out this impossible puzzle.
"I thought that only a man and a woman could get pregnant?," Octavia asked feeling dumber by the second.
Wendy and Liling nodded in unison but didn't speak.
"Um, did you have sex with a man recently Wendy?," Octavia asked.
Wendy nodded.
"Well who was he?, does he know he's a father now?," Octavia asked thinking hard.
Wendy and Liling exchanged a glance and started smirking involuntarily.
Octavia got a sudden thought and asked uncertainly, "am, "I" the father?..."
Liling and Wendy both nodded energetically.
"Wait but I'm a... Wait a minute... Do you mean that this BODY got her pregnant?..." Octavia asked unsure of herself.
"YES!" Liling and Wendy loudly said in unison, laughing.
"Oh... I didn't know I could get her pregnant... Um... Am I stupid?," Octavia stammered feeling foolish.
Liling and Wendy exploded into uncontrollable giggles and just laughed more every time Octavia tried to say anything further for a long time.
Octavia was painfully reminded that her IQ had always been less than 100 even at her smartest moments in life, her natural IQ had always been somewhere in the low 90's and she was barely literate, while her wife was an administrative genius and her daughter-in-law Liling was a medical doctor at the top of her field. Octavia was at least multilingual from childhood, but only in spoken words, she could barely read or write in ANY language. She couldn't help feeling like a blithering idiot sometimes compared to the much smarter women all around her...
"At least Franklin will now get a new little brother or sister now..." Octavia offered feebly.
The mirth disappeared from the two chaos women instantly at this reminder of their menfolk stranded on Lavender Furnace, and was replaced with raw pain and fear.
"You really are a fucking idiot Octavia!" Liling said hatefully at being reminded about the mortal danger Augusta was currently in.
"Shut up you sick serial killer!" Octavia countered angrily...
Hopefully the men would be ok.
***...
The Mighty Bloodthirster Galit the Beheadinator snarled in disgust as the Sevenson cowards continued to slaughter his Word Bearer servants in the most dishonourable ways imaginable!
"Stand and fight you cowards!" Galit roared as he chased after a squad of Night Lord raptors on the wing in the darkness of the ingot storage depots.
The raptors scattered in different directions as Galit threw his axe at them, evading the axe and getting further out of reach as he retrieved his axe.
"You are wasting your time daemon, my vile kin have no honour in them," the mortal Franklin Sevenson said from inside Galit's massive left hand.
Galit snorted angrily, knowing that this lone honourable Sevenson Franklin was absolutely right, the cowards simply led him into more lethal traps at every turn!
"What do you suggest then my honourable prisoner?," Galit asked.
"Leave them in their pit, until they learn some honour, kill the vile Word Bearers instead, the Emperor demands that all Word Bearers die!" Franklin said with savage zeal.
Galit nodded in appreciation of this psychotic suggestion, and was almost tempted to actually do it. Galit had gained enormous respect for the hate filled honourable Franklin, the boy would slaughter millions if given the chance and bathe the galaxy in blood. It was so refreshing to see a young person with proper values for a change.
"Luke Sevenson, I have your son, face me you coward!" Galit roared through the echoing space, not knowing where he hid.
The challenge was met with complete silence, the dishonourable coward!
Galit snapped his wings faster and soared around the massive sprawling depot, searching in vain for his cowardly foes. Galit reminded himself to use a fraction of his mighty power to suck the heat away from Franklin in his hand, keeping the boy alive in this infernal heat.
The piles of ingots were endless as they shot past below him in the darkness. These Night Lords were SOMEWHERE in this dark maze, but finding them in 400 square kilometres of this cover heavy terrain was like finding a needle in a haystack! Galit's night vision was good enough to fly through the dark without hitting anything, but not so good that he could see into every shadow that zipped past below him.
"Sevenson! Where are you?!" Galit demanded yet again.
Galit was then hit in the back by a fusillade of lascannon beams!
The beams burned huge holes straight through Galit's chest, and he roared with rage. The beams would have destroyed a battle tank but Galit was far too mighty to be more than just extremely irritated by a few holes through him!
Galit tore around to find his assailants, but the light of the lasers had already faded, and no more beams fired. The cowards were hiding and forcing him to look for them!
Galit flew in a rage along the trajectory the beams had most likely come from, smashing the top of each stack of ingots with his axe as he flew, determined to get them by methodical destruction of all possible hiding places if they wouldn't face him like men.
Galit had barely destroyed 6 ingot stacks when he was hit in the back yet again by a completely different squad of hidden cowards with lascannons!
Galit roared in rage from the fresh holes burned through his chest, and tore around trying to find where his attackers were firing from.
Galit was then hit in the back yet again from yet another hidden squad of Night Lords with lascannons. Galit tore around one way and then another, but no matter which direction he faced he was immediately hit in the back by a squad from whatever direction he wasn't looking at at the time!
It was an ambush! The cowards had lured him into a carefully prepared kill zone!
The daemonic ichor blood was flooding out of his wounds now, his chest was so filled with holes that he had more open holes than actual chest flesh left now!
Galit dropped down to the ground in a rage, taking cover from the lascannons behind the piles of metal ingots. He would kill these cowards if it was the last thing he did!
The piles of ingots he was hiding behind then exploded from the inside, burying him up to his shoulders in metal ingots, with only his arms and neck and the top halves of his wings fully above the pile of heavy metal!
Galit cursed and struggled to wiggle free of the metal.
Galit heard running boot steps and looked up just in time to see over 200 Night Lords opening fire on his head at close range...
"DAMN YOU SEVENSONS!" Galit managed to roar before his physical body was destroyed and his daemonic essence sent screaming with rage back into the warp hells of Khorne.
***...
