Chapter 73(orphan)
TigerLily's plan to rescue Wendy was subtle, subtle and UTTERLY convoluted. Tiny changes beyond counting leading to exponentially more tiny changes in a spreading ripple.
Trillions of people were unwitting actors in the plan now, trillions and trillions of people and creatures subtly manipulated into doing just the right very minor actions at just the right times, all the changes interacting and multiplying together to form some VERY impressive results.
To even explain the details would take over a century in any mortal language, it was too large, too convoluted, too complex and interconnected. It was convoluted scheming worthy of a daemon princess of Tzeentch.
TigerLily had set so much change in motion, and the first fruits were about to ripen.
The warp contains SO much more than the rolling turbulence the ships travel through, it contained layers, hidden dimensions, parallel states, so many things if only you could somehow access them.
Of particular interest to TigerLily at this exact moment was the fact that the Dark Eldar web way system was hidden in a very subtle dimension of the warp, a galaxy spanning vast structure that was packed tightly all through out the warp that ships flew through, merely occupying a "parallel space" that the ships could not touch.
This Web Way contained the Dark Eldar city of Commorragh, the largest city in the entire galaxy, a city that was stretched across the ENTIRE galaxy, impossibly complex and interconnected by portal gates, letting vastly separated districts be reached with a single step.
This vast urban system was for the most part completely inaccessible to reach with a human warp ship... For the most part...
For the most part it couldn't be reached, not unless an astronomically improbable sequence of warp ripples occurred...
TigerLily however was in the business of causing astronomically improbable events to happen, and an astronomically unlikely thing was now about to happen.
The Marines Malevolent strike cruiser that held Wendy and the other hostages was currently travelling through the warp, not doing anything unusual at all.
Very suddenly without warning, the warp right in front of it vibrated together in an absurdly unlikely complex pattern, utterly perfect to make the web way suddenly VERY accessible for a fraction of a second.
The strike cruiser was travelling fast, really REALLY fast, fast enough to completely enter into the extremely temporary web way rupture during the tiny fraction of a second that the rupture existed for.
In many times faster than the blink of an eye, the strike cruiser suddenly seemed to wink completely out of existence, ramming into Commorragh like... Well like a FUCKING METEORITE!
This was but the first opening move of TigerLily's mind numbingly complex scheme, but a VERY dramatic move nonetheless...
***...
Onboard her true-born squad's raider craft, Belzevelle the Kabalite true-born warrior of the Ebony Stiletto kabal sat resting her exalted bottom daintily on the back of her half-born kabalite warrior father Kaebros. It was a colossal privilege for the lowly half-born to be so blessed as to be her seat, but he was her father after all and she was fond of spoiling him.
Belzevelle was true-born, meaning actually conceived the natural way in a Dark Eldar woman's womb rather than being grown in a vat like the teaming multitudes of half-born scum, and in the kabal of the Ebony Stiletto, being true-born made her an automatic member of the ruling elite.
The Ebony Stiletto had two classes of members, the true-born "people", and the half-born "scum". The "people" lived very long lives of privilege and luxury from birth, the "scum" were recruited as adults to be used as expendable cannon fodder and had an average life expectancy of a few weeks, unless they were exceptionally strong or lucky.
Belzevelle's father Kaebros had been EXTREMELY lucky to survive long enough to have her, but once he had survived the entire two years of his slave girlfriend's pregnancy, Kaebros had become instantly elevated to the position of "parent of a true-born" and had seen a drastic increase in his life expectancy as a result.
Belzevelle smiled at the thought and reached down to tousle her father's hair with arrogant affection, her father owed his continued life to Belzevelle, if she decided to disown him he would be dead meat. Her father Kaebros knew this simple fact, and was excessively respectful to her at all times to remain in her good graces.
"How do I look father?," Belzevelle asked.
"RADIANT my daughter, BEAUTIFUL! You look so exquisitely perfect that were I not your father I would beg to be your lover!" Her father praised her very enthusiastically.
Belzevelle smiled, she loved her father, he always made her feel good about herself.
"It is an honour to be your seat daughter," Kaebros exclaimed adamantly.
Belzevelle sighed happily and said, "I know it is."
"You are such an exceptional woman, so intelligent, so beautiful, you have such a bright future ahead of you, it is such an HONOUR to be your father!" Her father waxed poetically.
Belzevelle smiled, it was so nice to be praised and adored by the half-born scum.
"I love you father," Belzevelle told him affectionately.
It was true, she did love her eternally doting father. He had spent her entire life spoiling her and sucking up to her, she had no negative memories of him at all, he would always drop absolutely everything to obey her slightest whim, was consistently encouraging and nice to her.
Kaebros had a very strong desire not to be killed, and as long as Belzevelle remained completely happy with him he was completely protected from being murdered. Belzevelle would be OUTRAGED if anyone killed him, and would even pay the extreme expense to have him resurrected by a haemonculus if he died! Life would be UNBEARABLE without her doting grovelling servant!
Belzevelle's mother was a complete nobody, a half-born female Dark Eldar factory worker slave that her father laid with every night after her slave labor shifts. Belzevelle's mother was named Bhirae and was an even bigger grovelling boot lick than Kaebros was.
Bhirae was so afraid of being murdered that she had deliberately remained a slave, since no rival ever murdered a slave to steal their position. Bhirae was over 100 years old, and had lived that long by being the biggest grovelling doormat alive!
Belzevelle knew for a fact that her mother Bhirae had never wanted to get pregnant, Bhirae was just so completely compliant that she never EVER said no to anything at all. She hadn't even wanted to be Kaebros' lover at first, she just never resisted him. Bhirae had become more fond of Kaebros over time at least, and didn't seem to mind the relationship nowadays.
Belzevelle certainly had love for her doormat of a mother, she was so completely and utterly compliant that it was pretty much impossible to dislike her. But her mother was always so exhausted from her slave labor, didn't have the same energy to make a big excitement over her like Kaebros did. It was sad...
The Ebony Stiletto kabal was currently trawling the revolting "Sprawls" of Low Commorragh, looking for tens of thousands of new half-born recruits to make up for the constant losses. Over 7000 Ebony Stiletto kabalite warriors in raiders were currently searching through this miserable ruined hell hole.
The Sprawls was the ABSOLUTE worst part of the poor districts of the already poverty stricken "Low Commorragh" slums. Low Commorragh was poor, but the Sprawls were HELL.
The Sprawls were an endless and completely abandoned war torn ruin, thousands of miles of ruins and dumped waste. It was in the vast "no man's land" between the territories of two utterly MASSIVE rival kabals that viciously hated each other, and would erupt with massive wars at unpredictable times, destroying all rebuilding efforts.
The Sprawls was the traditional dumping ground for the "parched", barely alive cadaverous things that used to be the members of countless kabals. The parched were dropped naked in the Sprawls as a horrific form of punishment for warriors who were caught betraying their kabal or some other terrible offence. It was the most slow and wretched way to die.
The dark eldar were cursed by the chaos god Slaanesh. Slaanesh very gradually sucked out more and more of their souls over time, making them rapidly age and wither terribly until their flesh completely fell apart in horrific agony. The only way to reverse this was to "quench the thirst", by feeding off the psychic "pain energy" of others.
Without regularly being near other creatures in agony, all dark Eldar gradually became more and more "parched", a horrific process of extreme psychic "dryness". And in the Sprawls there was NOTHING to quench the thirst except for other parched.
The Sprawls were so vast that an Eldar dropped from a raider craft in the middle of it on foot could never ever make it out again before the thirst reduced them to a dead husk, it was the ultimate slow punishment.
The Ebony Stiletto true-born LOVED recruiting from the parched, because these miserable wretches would BEG to join even the WORST kabal just to escape the Sprawls. They had very low "recruitment resistance".
A good quench on the pain of a few inexpensive captured snotlings was usually all it took to make these cadaverous wretches rejuvenated enough to fight, and they were then used callously to expend their lives as expendable troops to gain more wealth and spoils for the elite true-born.
Belzevelle tousled her father's hair again, he was SO lucky to have Belzevelle, he would be dead meat by now otherwise.
Belzevelle had personally pulled her father away from all the really dangerous duties the half-born performed, and had him instead follow her around as her personal servant. He carried ammunition, gave her comforting back rubs, just generally waited on her every whim. It kept him alive, and he was extremely grateful for it.
The parched were a bit sparse today so far, Belzevelle's squad had only found three of the wretches, which were now huddling in the middle of the raider deck.
Belzevelle hoped the rest of the trawling force was having more luck, this was a waste of her precious time otherwise.
Without warning something absolutely HUGE plowed through the ruined buildings with shocking speed and power!
The raider craft pilot swerved away from the huge thing with instantaneous reaction time, and it careened on through the ruins with blistering speed!
"After it! It could be valuable!" The true-born Sybarite of Belzevelle's squad ordered excitedly.
The raider tore after the huge thing with extreme acceleration, and soon caught up with it as the repeated impacts through ruined buildings slowed it down.
"Human ship, crippled from the impacts, it is OURS!" The Sybarite exclaimed greedily.
***...
Belzevelle thrilled with excitement as she moved with extreme speed to engage the ponderous "space marines" in close combat, her mono-molecular sword was completely soaked with terrible venoms and yearned to taste flesh.
The space marines were fast, but a dark Eldar true-born warrior was FASTER, and Belzevelle's venomous blade bit deeply into the gaps in the crude human armour.
The venom took effect instantly, causing extreme agony in her victim. The yellow armoured space marine roared in terrible pain, and Belzevelle thrilled as she fed on his sustaining agony.
The marine fell down, the terrible venom rapidly weakening him, and Belzevelle nicked other marines with her venomous sword in a frenzy of glorious speed.
The other true-born members of her squad were falling upon the foe with terrible grace and speed, filling their foes with agonising venom.
A marine suddenly shoulder barged Belzevelle off her feet! He was raising his blade to KILL her!
Splinter rifle fire suddenly hit the marine in the weak point at his neck!
The marine died in brief screaming agony!
Belzevelle looked around and saw her father holding a splinter rifle, he had just saved her life!
Belzevelle leapt to her feet gracefully, and slashed open the neck of another marine with terrible speed.
The immediate foe were suddenly all dead. The true-born squad had taken casualties, but the enemy squad was destroyed.
Belzevelle's sharp ears could hear the sounds of thousands of half-born scum engaging enemies in battle, it would be wise if the true-born pulled back from the fighting for a while, better to let the expendable scum risk their lives than the precious true-born.
"True-born elite, let's get looting!" The squad Sybarite announced greedily.
Belzevelle smiled and gestured for her father to follow as she explored the ship.
The pair of them were split away from their squad now, the true-born were deliberately avoiding the fighting and focused solely on capturing the choicest loot as the enemy was distracted.
With 7000 warriors of the Ebony Stiletto kabal currently rampaging through the ship, the human enemies were in very deep peril, and could ill afford the manpower to protect their valuables right now. Perfect for the true-born!
Belzevelle and Kaebros ran with the legendary speed of the Eldar race, and sprinted deep into the bowels of the ship, to where the most valuable treasures must surely be found.
The enemies were all away fighting for their lives, no one stood guard...
Belzevelle smiled greedily as she came to an EXTREMELY heavily reinforced door, surely something VERY valuable would be locked away behind such a door as this!
Belzevelle daintily stood back and watched as her father stuck a plasma grenade against the door...
BOOM!
Belzevelle shielded her eyes from the bright blue-white glare, as glowing plasma liquified the door.
Kaebros pulled a drinking water flask from his belt, and did his best to cool down the molten metal to make it less hazardous, causing an extremely loud hiss of steam in the process.
Belzevelle tossed over her own drinking flask when her father's ran dry, and Kaebros managed to cool the metal enough to not be too dangerous.
Kaebros and Belzevelle then gracefully dove through the hole, rolling to their feet in elegant combat rolls.
The room STANK like foul human odours and excrement!
It also contained no treasure, nothing of interest except a filthy human female chained to a wall...
"What a waste of time! Grab that human and let us find some better loot," Belzevelle snapped impatiently.
"Ah Dark Eldar, I long so greatly for your legendary tortures," the woman said fluently in the Eldar tongue.
"Is that so human?," Belzevelle replied amused.
"Yes please! Torture me! Deliver me to your legendary haemonculi! I CRAVE pain, PLEASE!" The human begged excitedly.
Belzevelle and Kaebros both gasped in bliss, a MASOCHIST! Dark Eldar LOVED masochists, craved them deeply!
"The haemonculi get enough masochists already, I want you for myself," Belzevelle purred huskily at the human.
Kaebros got to work picking the crude human locks on the human's chains, and the human female flopped down to the floor.
Belzevelle took out a clean dagger that lacked any poison, and carved her name into the woman's flesh to mark her ownership of this plaything.
The woman moaned and screamed orgasmically from the cut of the dagger and begged for even more!
Belzevelle thrilled with sadistic greed, the woman WAS INDEED a genuine masochist!
Belzevelle sliced deeper into the cuts, and the woman moaned and tried to kiss her!
"This plaything STINKS! I want her cleaned up the moment we get home," Belzevelle commanded arrogantly.
"With pleasure," Kaebros said greedily.
***...
Chaos Champion of Slaanesh Wendy Sevenson was moaning in blissful orgasm as a trio of dark Eldar tortured her with delicious knives.
"You have such a lovely family, Belzevelle, Kaebros and Bhirae," Wendy told her lovely hosts delightedly.
"Thank you Wendy Sevenson," Belzevelle replied happily as she sliced deeply into Wendy's yearning masochistic flesh.
Wendy moaned loudly in utter bliss, and thanked her hosts for the exquisite pain.
The three Dark Eldar visibly thrilled at Wendy's moans of pleasure, greedy desire written on their highly sadistic faces.
Wendy was currently tied down naked to a large bed in some sort of rather luxurious residence, with the dark Eldar all clothed and slicing her flesh all over.
"Why am I the only one naked?, Why not have an orgy with me?," Wendy asked huskily.
Kaebros was then suddenly kissing her mouth passionately.
Wendy eagerly returned the kiss, moaning provocatively, and Kaebros was suddenly pushed aside and Belzevelle was the one kissing Wendy...
Wendy moaned brazenly as she was sadistically gang banged by all three family members, they cut her flesh even as they fucked her! So good!
It was long and bloody and blissful, but eventually it was over and Wendy was laying untied, snuggling naked in bed with the equally naked Belzevelle.
"Oh I missed this, those marines had me chained up in my own filth for maybe 2 entire months! They never even tortured me. Thank you so much for rescuing me," Wendy sighed blissfully.
"Rescuing you?, You are not free now, you are MINE, you will be tortured until your soul is drained completely dry," Belzevelle said cruelly.
"You can't drain me dry to feed Slaanesh, I already belong to Slaanesh," Wendy said with a slight edge of cruelty.
"What are you saying!" Belzevelle hissed.
Wendy made her champions mark of Slaanesh glow supernaturally for the first time since Belzevelle had seen her.
Belzevelle gasped in horror and leapt back away from Wendy.
Wendy smiled and inhaled a giant supernatural breath...
Belzevelle instantly withered to a shrivelled crone as Wendy sucked out almost all of her soul with the power of Slaanesh.
Belzevelle staggered weakly, no longer able to fight.
Kaebros and Bhirae burst into the room lightning fast, armed with weapons.
The pair of them dropped their weapons as they suddenly became almost dead parched from Wendy's power.
"Listen to me very carefully Dark Eldar, I am a CHAOS CHAMPION OF SLAANESH..."
The Dark Eldar all moaned in terror.
"... And I chose to spare your lives," Wendy finished, and blew supernaturally with her mouth.
The Dark Eldar all instantly became young and pretty again as Wendy returned their entire souls to them intact.
"Friends?," Wendy offered.
The Dark Eldar paused for a long moment, and then Belzevelle nodded cautiously.
"Friends yes," Belzevelle agreed.
"Excellent. Well as your new friend I think that you might find my abilities extremely useful in battle against rival kabals. I can reduce entire squads of enemy Dark Eldar into frail defenceless parched in an instant." Wendy offered sweetly.
Belzevelle smiled greedily and nodded enthusiastically.
"You will be worth many many times your weight in treasure," Belzevelle said avariciously.
"I trust that I will get a share..." Wendy pressed dangerously.
The Dark Eldar all nodded fearfully.
"Good! Now please resume torturing me my friends," Wendy requested sweetly with a greedy smile...
***...
