Part 10

The lesser of two evils.

Chapter 62(orphan)

Four weeks later Franklin Sevenson was still outraged and disgusted, as he stood next to his father Luke Sevenson and sister-in-law Liling Sevenson on the bridge of the crashed Nightmare Asylum, awaiting the repairs needed before takeoff, and Franklin was not alone in this outraged disgust!

The so called "loyalist" space marine chapters of the Angels of Brutality and Marines Malevolent had proved to be more despicable than even the Sevenson Night Lords! Foul treacherous vermin!

The bridge of the ship was grim and brooding, filled with hundreds of bikini clad women and the occasional men, all of them upset and angry.

The incident at the pool had now been dubbed "the bikini atrocity", one of the most unforgivable attacks against defenceless civilian Sevenson women in the entire sordid history of the warband! These Night Lords had such extreme and slavish respect for their dominatrix women, that kidnapping a large group of them unprovoked from a pool was seen as absolutely unforgivable. Even worse was the fact that several of the women had died during the bikini atrocity, resulting in a number of Night Lords having to have funerals for their wives!

Every heretic woman on the ship now wore bikinis in public as a symbol of solidarity and mourning, including Liling Sevenson right now. Only Franklin's nuns and some of the converted heretic women were not wearing bikinis in public, (much to Franklin's sinful disappointment).

Even the heretic men had taken to wearing brightly coloured swimming trunks, or at the very least a brightly colourful patterned ribbon somewhere on their clothing as a sign of solidarity and remembrance.

Franklin's father Chaos Lord Luke Sevenson was wearing his ornately carved baroque gothic terminator armour, festooned all over with snarling images of daemons, skulls, fanged maws, and other symbols of horror and death. Around the neck of every carved figure on the ornamented armour was tied a little memorial ribbon, the same pattern and colour as the bikini his sister Wendy had been wearing when she was kidnapped. The ribbons had been placed on the armour by Octavia, who had been safely rescued during the bikini atrocity, Octavia now lived permanently with Luke, unable to bare to move back into Wendy's apartment when Wendy was kidnapped.

The other Night Lords all wore at least one token ribbon somewhere on their person, often hidden away in a place that wouldn't compromise their stealth in the dark. Franklin himself had been eventually talked into wearing a little ribbon on one of the straps of his neophyte uniform by his sister Mandy, and even the nuns wore little ribbons too, as a symbolic reminder of the despicable treason of the Angels of Brutality and Marines Malevolent.

The Nightmare Asylum had by now completely healed itself from the horrific damage of impact, but the final departure date was being delayed, namely by the need for over a billion penal legionaries with cutting torches and heavy machinery to physically cut up and remove the embedded battle barge!

With the aid of already existing local vehicles, trains and aircraft, and helped by a complete ceasefire agreement with the Angels of Brutality and Marines Malevolent, the entire population of the penal planet had been evacuated into the massive interior of the Nightmare Asylum. Franklin was personally amazed that billions of people could even fit onboard a single ship!

The Nightmare Asylum was now packed to almost standing room only with people. Every room or walkway or cargo hold on the entire ship was now filled with hastily mass assembled sleeping bags that people slept in. Even this had not been enough space for everyone, so local aluminium and metals salvaged from the battle barge "Blood Oceans" had been used to actually construct additional multi story buildings INSIDE the bits of the Nightmare Asylum that had particularly high ceilings!

If she ever came back Wendy would not be happy with the new 4 story hab block building that now filled her high ceilinged central sitting room...

The formerly treasure filled holds of the Nightmare Asylum were now looking noticeably more empty of said treasures. The holds still contained many tens of millions of tons of gold, but had previously held over a hundred million tons. The two scum chapters had stolen as much gold as they could safely carry on all their remaining ships, and would be using this gold to fund themselves to bypass disciplinary funding cuts by the Imperium for their repeated abuses, the remorseless scum bags!

With so much treasure gone, the ship was no longer critically overweighted so could safely carry the weight of billions of people and the food supplies to feed them. The holds also had a bit more space to fit people and their cargo, which was more valuable than gold right now for the billions of convicts who didn't want to be left behind.

Franklin wasn't exactly sure how, but every single convict had now managed to find room onboard, the dehydrated food rations needed for a few months of travel had been fitted aboard too, and the moment the Blood Oceans was completely removed they would all be leaving.

Franklin looked around the bridge, wondering how he had gone from his quiet life in the Orphanage of Strict Chastisement, to now keeping company with heretics on the bridge of this unholy chaos battleship. It was so unthinkable.

The bridge floor he was on at the moment was just the most important of many floors of bridge decks, a high ceilinged room of dark iron, filled with banks of cogitator screens and a huge observation window that currently showed night time in the endless desert outside.

The bridge was filled to bursting with female crew members in bikinis, both the high ranking Sevenson women and the lower ranking common heretic women. This entire heretic society was female dominated, so all of the highest ranking non combat crew roles were filled by women, while the men got all the less glamorous or more dangerous jobs such as fighting.

These women were being absentmindedly flogged by Liling Sevenson every now and then, and were in turn flogging and dominating women even lower ranking than themselves, the bare skin of their bikini clad bodies was crisscrossed with painful red lines from the lash.

Franklin got a sinful erection just looking at all these bikini girls flogging each other!

Together these women organised the thousands of hourly things that needed to be done to run a high tech ship as large and complex and overcrowded as this one. They voxed and electronically mailed thousands of different people and departments constantly, compiling information and coordinating tasks. It was very impressive how well these strange perverted heretics could work together when they wanted to.

As well as the army of heretic women bureaucrats, the back half of the room was filled with heretic penal legionaries standing guard with lasguns. If this wasn't enough, the entire ceiling was covered with the upside down hanging bodies of fast asleep "roosting" winged demon hosts!

Franklin burned with cold fury at the sight of these unholy things, and would kill them right now if he could actually get away with it. With so many armed penal legionaries in the room, open hostility to the demon hosts was unfortunately suicide.

The penal legionaries were amazingly not trying to sexually harass the extremely busy crew women on the bridge while they were on duty. When these same women were OFF duty it would be a very different story, but as long as a woman looked busy she was rarely bothered by the men.

The penal legionaries had slowly settled into their "new community" as they called it, and had established their own unwritten code of conduct regarding their interactions with women and other members of the original Nightmare Asylum population.

Women off duty were freely basically raped on sight without even asking, but only if they were standing still. Women who were trying to walk somewhere were left alone, as were any who were obviously on duty. The exact age at which a female was considered old enough was not an exact science, and was often settled by outraged fathers of said females to decide exactly how young was "too young". The general rule was vulgarly expressed as "no tits no touch".

These criminal lotharios disgusted Franklin, and he was forever killing ones that bothered his nuns! Vile rapists!

When they weren't raping natural women, they were raping and impregnating the gender swapping six breasted demon host things, and when they weren't doing that they were usually either sleeping or murdering each other or hard at work doing whatever job around the ship! All they ever did was raped, murdered, worked and slept! Criminal villains!

Franklin calmed himself with effort, and put the criminal heretics from his mind. Like it or not he was now stuck in a confined space with far more than he could kill even with his saintly gifts from the Emperor. Even a saint couldn't single handedly defeat billions of armed hardened killers.

As bad as all these people were, they were a lesser and more acceptable evil than the foul traitors of the Angels of Brutality!

Criminals on a penal planet were reasonably expected to behave like criminals and scum. Born lifelong heretics and chaos space marines also were reasonably expected to behave poorly. But the same could NOT be reasonably expected of a chapter of seemingly loyalist holy space marines!

It was utterly despicable and unthinkable!

Franklin's Night Lord kin had never been faithful to the Emperor, and were not technically traitors. All of them had been born after the Horus Heresy to heretic parents, raised in the darkness of chaos without ever knowing the Emperor's light. Some of Franklin's female kin had even converted to worship the Emperor, and were even now walking the painful path to redemption!

Franklin had gotten to know his strange kin rather well, from his psychotic but always forgiving father, to his kinky but loving lesbian freak of a mother, his surprisingly friendly brother Augusta who had only wanted to misguidedly rescue him, his tickling obsessed well meaning but stupid slut of a "stepmother" Octavia, his extremely sadistic and nasty sister-in-law Liling who had killed her own child... Ok maybe Liling didn't have much in the way of redeeming features, but on the whole his family members actually had some sparks of real goodness in them, they had just been forced by fate and circumstance to become creatures of heresy.

They were all kinky and weird in various ways, all had major character flaws and sins they were guilty of, but the same was true of Franklin himself. They were pitiable broken creatures of Slaanesh all in need of the Emperor's light, and Franklin would spend the rest of his life redeeming them.

Franklin had a lot of hate to give, but he didn't actually hate these lost twisted creatures very much anymore. In their own extremely limited ways they had actually shown noticeable improvement to their characters... Except Liling...

Even Liling had "sort of" improved, at any rate Franklin still held out hope. Infanticide aside she was at least a very loving and dedicated mother...

Whatever their faults, they all had the excuse of being born and raised in the darkness of Slaanesh. The Angels of Brutality and Marines Malevolent had NO such excuse!

The two chapters should never have even been here in the first place. Hacked cogitator logs in the wreckage of the Blood Oceans battle barge showed that the most holy Inquisition itself had given them a direct order not to engage!

The marines had been ordered to rendezvous with a much larger fleet just a few light years away, that would have completely destroyed the Nightmare Asylum in a surprise ambush! The Sevensons had not been aware of the presence of this fleet until they hacked the Blood Oceans cogitators, the disobedient traitors had cost the Imperium a certain victory!

The marines had also been the ones to demand that every single convict be armed and pressed into military service, letting Franklin's sister Bullwhip basically instantly conquer the planet with a single computer virus that removed their collar bombs! If the Angels of Brutality and Marines Malevolent had left the local forces alone then the convicts would not have been already armed, giving the prison guards a fighting chance of fending off defeat!

The planet might have actually been able to fend off the Sevensons if the Angels of Brutality and Marines Malevolent had just stayed away! They had cost the Emperor an entire world lost to chaos! Franklin could not express great enough rage to do justice to this colossal crime.

This all might have been forgivable if only it had been motivated by the goal of destroying the forces of chaos, but it was now clear that the motivation had only ever been personal gain.

And even this had been less bad than the revelation that the villains were now extorting the Sevensons into performing lethal acts of genocide, against the innocent inhabitants of home worlds of chapters that were actually heroes!

There was no curse in any language that could do justice to this despicable behaviour. Even the Sevensons were not so vile as to simply nuke human planets without some major tactical reason for doing so! The Night Lords were ruthless pragmatists not genocidal maniacs that killed billions for no reason, the Angels of Brutality were less than the Night Lords were...

Complete scum!

Franklin looked to his father and said, "You are not really going to Exterminatus Nocturne are you father?"

Luke Sevenson grunted unhappily and said, "If I had any other choice I wouldn't do it. The Salamanders have never been assholes and have never killed our women or children, I have no desire to antagonise them like this."

"Why do the Angels of Brutality and Marines Malevolent even want us to do this?," Franklin asked.

"You just said "us" Franklin, it's about time you came to see yourself as one of us." Luke noted approvingly.

"To answer your question, the Angels of Brutality I do not know very well apart from second hand reports and rumours, they are a relatively new chapter founded only in the last two thousand years or so, I don't know exactly when to be honest. Their fortress monastery is about as far west as you can go, right out in the most distant western halo stars of the very edge of the galaxy."

"The Angels of Brutality rarely leave their traditional stomping grounds around the western halo stars and what little I do hear of their actions is almost all bad. But the Marines Malevolent on the other hand I do know much better, and they have bitterly hated the Salamanders ever since the Armageddon wars."

"The Marines Malevolent are known universally as the "asshole chapter", arrogant scum to a man, drop bombs on their own allies, just complete assholes. It doesn't surprise me at all that they would manipulate us into nuking the Salamanders home world, that way we get the blame for their revenge."

"Rumour has it that the Salamanders actually beat up one of the Marines Malevolent captains who was an especially big asshole, the two chapters have hated each other's guts ever since." Luke chuckled murthlessly.

"But why are the Angels of Brutality helping them?," Franklin asked.

"The Angels of Brutality are even worse than the Marines Malevolent, the Malevolent are just nasty assholes, but the Angels of Brutality are PSYCHO nasty assholes. The Angels of Brutality are single handedly responsible for the loss of the hive world "Ian Nicholas" in the western halo stars."

"You mean the ongoing Unjaded Wars?," Franklin asked curiously, recognising the planet name from his lessons back in the orphanage.

"Yes, clever boy. I'm surprised you've heard of it. The entire Unjaded War is the fault of the Angels of Brutality."

"The hive world had a minor outbreak of unjaded in one of the hives, unjaded are a type of sexually transmitted demon host, a type of daemonette that is born out of the soul stuff of anyone who has sex with an infected unjaded host."

"The governor of Ian Nicholas, I don't know his name, but he was a very capable commander so I heard and had the situation well in hand. His Imperial guard forces were having no difficulty purging the unjaded infestation,"

"The Angels of Brutality then arrive, and their captain immediately demanded to be handed over complete control of all military forces on the planet, so he can run the entire war."

"The governor very politely said no, and the Angels of Brutality threw him out a window to his death. They then proceeded killing high ranking people until someone eventually handed over all control to them."

"The moment they are in control, they made a bunch of huge military mistakes that cost a lot of lives, the unjaded were no longer effectively contained, and the infestation spread to other hives."

"The Angels of Brutality proceeded to mistreat the planet's population, and their own Imperial Guard troops, SO oppressively that the entire Guard and local population actually sided with the UNJADED, just to protect themselves from the abuses of the Angels of Brutality!"

"Golden Throne!" Franklin exclaimed in disgust.

"Yes, the entire planet of trillions of people was promptly lost from the Imperium, and the unjaded infected every single person, turning the planet into a daemon world! The daemon hive world of Ian Nicholas promptly constructed an invasion fleet and sent unjaded infestation forces to a dozen nearby worlds, causing a huge and ongoing war that escalates every time the Angels of Brutality get involved!"

Franklin became slightly red with anger from this tale.

"The Angels of Brutality are under investigation by the Inquisition, and have been placed under multiple disciplinary funding restrictions to rein in their psychotic incompetence. I am guessing that the Marines Malevolent are the only people who will have anything to do with them, and vice versa, hence their alliance together."

"They should both be declared excommunicate traitoris!" Franklin exclaimed hatefully.

"I actually agree," Luke chuckled darkly.

"So where does this all leave us?," Franklin asked, mostly a rhetorical question.

"They have your mother hostage aboard their ships, other women too. We have little choice but to obey them until we can find some way of rescuing them." Luke said bitterly.

"I am not taking this ship to Nocturne, the Emperor himself would withdraw his power from me if I even tried something so evil. I agreed to travel us in a straight line towards the Maelstrom, I will not agree to any course deviations to attack loyal Imperial worlds!" Franklin gave firmly in ultimatum.

Luke Sevenson went silent at this, difficult to read. Franklin held his ground stubbornly.

"You have until the ship is ready to depart to change your mind Franklin. I don't want to be forced to have your nuns tortured again..." Franklin's father threatened softly.

"Leave my nuns alone!" Franklin spat in outrage.

"Then obey me son, I am not letting anything happen to your mother. I will do anything necessary to keep my little sister alive and safe," Luke warned apologetically.

Franklin glared at him, saying not a word, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

Luke dropped the topic, and Franklin looked broodingly out the window at the night outside.

A faint aurora of shimmering pink light was glowing in the dark sky outside. Franklin watched it for a while, calming down very slowly as he watched this strange phenomenon of nature.

When he was feeling somewhat more composed, Franklin turned to the nearest traitor penal legionary and spoke.

"This planet has a very beautiful aurora, it must have been a welcome sight to soothe your penance back before you turned traitor."

The penal legionary was momentarily taken aback by Franklin's words. He spat on the floor and said, "nah those pink lights are new, never had them before."

"What is causing them now?," Franklin asked in surprise.

The legionary shrugged.

"It's the power of Slaanesh taking root on the planet. Billions of newly converted Slaanesh worshippers have been engaged in orgies of sexual excess, the combined psychic effects of this are gradually transforming this planet into a daemon world," Luke explained matter-of-factly.

Franklin gasped!

"This planet is the property of the Emperor of mankind! I demand that you stop this at once!" Franklin demanded in zealous outrage.

"It will go back to normal if we all leave soon. The sooner you agree to get us safely through the warp storms, the sooner we can leave," Luke replied flatly.

Franklin looked around at the unholy pink lights, these unnatural auroras were getting noticeably bigger and brighter by the minute...

"I must ask my nuns about this," Franklin finally relented.

"Good good, go off to your nuns then," Luke said delightedly, shooing him to go with a hand gesture.

Franklin frowned and turned on his heel with perfect discipline, marching away to find his nuns.

***...

Sister Mary Cortez trembled nervously as a traitor penal legionary in brightly patterned swimming underpants tugged lustfully on her conservative habit.

"Hi nunny, had enough of celibacy yet?," the man asked her brazenly!

Sister Mary blushed crimson and barked in moral indignation!

"Unhand me you lothario!" Sister Mary angrily demanded.

The man gripped her arm tightly, preventing her escape!

Sister Mary yelled, "RAPE RAPE!" at the top of her voice, terrified as the man pulled out his veiny sinful member!

Other nuns were instantly at her side in rescue, swotting the uncouth man with their canes in a frenzy.

"Ow, ow, hey cut it out! Ow!" The convict hissed, letting go of her arm.

Further swotting from over twenty outraged nuns drove the man to flee the room cursing, carrying his lasgun away with him. At least he was man enough not to dishonourably shoot a bunch of defenceless unarmed women..

Sister Mary calmed her rapidly beating heart, and straightened up her habit with stressed trembling hands.

The nuns were all holed up in a very small bathroom in Mandy's sinful home. They had chosen this room for themselves specifically because it was both small enough to more easily fend off the men, and had a toilet and shower so they never needed to leave.

The bathroom door had had a lock, but the convicts had simply burst open the lock by shoulder barging the door in a group, snapping the lock pin in half. The lock on this lowly bathroom door was apparently not deemed important enough to have been made supernaturally self repairing, and they had not yet been able to find a locksmith to replace it yet.

The door had then been crudely fitted with a metal bar like some old fashioned type of feudal world castle gates, but the convicts had found a short bit of construction grade aluminium I-beam and used it like a battering ram to completely break the door down!

The metal door was now completely removed, hinges destroyed, and had been eventually taken away and recycled for building materials, and they didn't have a door at all!

Men were now grinning in at them from the other side of the open doorway. The nuns all raised their canes defensively, threatening the ruffians to stay back.

Another man tried his luck, entering the bathroom, and found himself looking at a forest of raised canes...

"C'mon girls, you are all only human, you all know that you want it," the man attempted.

"Get out!" The nuns shouted at the hooligan.

The man reached out to grab Sister Pamela!

The nuns immediately opened up with a salvo of swotting canes, hitting him all over to protect Sister Pamela!

"Ow ow ow stop ow ow fuck off ow ow ow!" The man exclaimed under the fusillade of cane strikes.

The man lost his grip in the sea of swotting canes, and retreated from the room, arms raised to protect his face.

The nuns held a united front, canes held high, and the other eager criminals hesitated from entering. One lone nun was defenceless, but over twenty of them frantically attacking one man together with canes was a much more formidable defence.

The men cautiously kept their distance as a few canes swung in the doorway in warning, stepping back to avoid being struck. The men had been trying unsuccessfully to get at the nuns for weeks now!

Sister Mary waved her cane in warning, tensing for the next wave of eager men to fight off.

The men suddenly scattered away without warning...

The burly intimidating bulk of the neophyte body of Franklin entered the space in front of the doorway. Thank the Emperor!

The nuns rushed forward in relief and hugged Franklin, the convict lotharioes were all fearfully keeping back against the far edges of the room outside the nuns' bathroom, scared away by the formidable Night Lord neophyte.

Franklin was completely submissive in their embrace, the eyes of the imposing neophyte gazing at them with complete subservient worship. Sister Mary found Franklin's demeanour deeply comforting, the nuns had absolute uncontested power over him.

Franklin was now unquestionably a Sevenson Night Lord. The nuns had merely gotten him at birth and "tamed" the young Night Lord.

Sevenson Night Lords like Franklin were genetically programmed to submit completely to the female ruling class of their unique culture, and in the "wild" Franklin would have automatically submitted to his mother and the other Sevenson women all around him. The nuns had gotten him young enough for Franklin to imprint this submission instinct onto themselves instead, and now had their own fully tame and obedient Night Lord!

Sister Mary looked at the men who had bothered her earlier. At a single command from her, Franklin would kill these men without question. She had the very power of life and death in her hands now!

The men were looking at them fearfully. Sister Mary reached up a hand and gently stroked her palm on Franklin's cheek just to show that she could. The men all fled the room.

"Enter and kneel for punishment," Sister Mary commanded with easy confidence, it made her feel more secure when she exerted her authority over the ever willing Franklin.

Franklin obeyed unquestioningly, removing his top coverings and kneeling down with the backs of his hands raised for his punishment.

Sister Mary sighed in relief at his reliable obedience, greatly easing her earlier stress at this one area of power and control she had in her new life.

Sister Mary and the other nuns began swotting their canes down on his knuckles with cringeworthy force. Franklin was still and unmoving as a statue, but a disquietingly large erection was beginning to visibly bulge in his combat uniform trousers!

Sister Pamela was standing behind him an instant later, and began dutifully stroking both his ears at the same time to keep his erection down. Franklin's brutal face split in a huge tormented grin, and his erection shrunk away. The nuns kept swotting his knuckles with all their might, unleashing their considerable frustrations from the stress of the men earlier.

For an entire hour they dutifully caned Franklin, as Franklin's frantically grinning eyes gazed at them in complete submissive worship. The convicts cautiously returned, and watched in silence as Franklin was punished. A few of the convicts were practicing sinful self abuse at the spectacle!

At the end of the hour the nuns stopped caning his knuckles, and Franklin grovelled before them on the floor in worship, utterly captivated with them.

Sister Mary and the other nuns picked up their short whips in place of canes, and after a ritualistic short prayer they began scourging Franklin's bare back as he lay grovelling before them on the floor.

The self abuse from the convicts was getting extremely bad now, at least forty men were now gawking and touching themselves unchastely!

Sister Mary stopped flogging and recoiled in horror and loathing. Other nuns saw the men and likewise stopped and reacted with moral indignation.

Soon all of the nuns had stopped...

Franklin looked up unhappily at this interruption and turned his gaze to see what had upset the nuns. Franklin snarled with feral rage in the deep harsh voice of a Night Lords Astartes, and before the nuns could stop him he was moving with blurring speed to attack the men!

Franklin's new muscles were astonishingly strong, moving him with eye watering speed. In the blink of an eye he was among the men in a homicidal rampage!

Sister Mary screamed in dismay as Franklin ripped men's entire arms out of their sockets!

Heads were twisted around backwards on their necks!

Faces were slammed against the hard floor to splatter like melons!

Sister Mary shrieked with horror, Franklin was like some wild beast!

Men were shooting Franklin in the torso with lasguns! Please Emperor no!

Franklin was then impaling men with said lasguns!

Death and ruin was everywhere, wounded men were wailing in fear and agony!

Franklin was pulling out men's intestines with his bare hands!

Oh blessed Emperor this was HORRIBLE!

"STOP ATTACKING THEM!" Sister Mary shouted shrilly.

Franklin stopped with jarring speed, crouching unmoving in the midst of piles of brutally murdered men, he was still utterly obedient to her every command thank the Emperor!

The surviving men fled for their lives.

Franklin's bare chest and back was full of burned laser holes!

Sister Mary wept hysterically and ran to him in a panic, desperately fussing over the holes burned right through him!

Franklin was just standing still, barely showing any signs of being harmed by these normally fatal injuries!

"How in the Emperor's name aren't you dead!?" Sister Mary exclaimed in hysteria.

Franklin sucked in a huge breath through the holes in his chest, his lungs were not expanding! He was trying to speak but no voice came, his lungs had collapsed!

Sister Pamela was the first to remember CPR, and held her mouth over his, pinching his nose closed and blowing air into his mouth.

Sister Mary saw the lungs expand very slightly through the holes in Franklin's chest, red bubbles foamed out of holes in his lungs!

The nuns all wailed but Franklin was still crouched down submissively, fully conscious and apparently well! How could this be!

The nuns took it in turns frantically blowing into his mouth. By the Golden Throne, Franklin now had an erection!

Franklin still did not weaken!

Sister Mary watched in amazement as the holes in his lungs got steadily smaller, filled with new highly elastic scar tissue. Franklin's lungs were HEALING!

The red foam stopped and the nuns managed with great difficulty to fully inflate his lungs to fill his rib cage, they firmly held his nose and mouth closed to keep the air in, and the holes in his chest began healing over!

Sister Mary wept with relief when Franklin was once again breathing by himself without difficulty. She angrily slapped his face in emotion.

"I am a space marine neophyte my nuns, I am difficult to kill," Franklin told them submissively.

Sister Mary cried happily and slapped him again and again for scaring her like that!

"You are COVERED in blood Franklin! Have a shower at once!" Sister Pamela commanded him sternly.

Franklin's erection twitched slightly from her stern tone and he blissfully obeyed.

Sister Mary looked around at the widespread death and murder, and went extremely pale. Franklin had just gone completely berserk without being ordered to, killing tens of men for the pettiest of reasons! Why had her sweet little boy done this?

A sinking feeling gripped her stomach and she remembered that her "sweet little boy" was now her "sweet little Night Lord"!

By the Emperor that was terrifying!

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