Chapter 99(orphan)
(Author's note, my daughter was born over 2 weeks ago and I have not had much time to write anything. My life now revolves around nappy changing, bottle feeding, unsuccessfully attempting to soothe a crying newborn late at night when she should be sleeping, just usual baby stuff. I absolutely love my newborn daughter to bits but I have very little time these days to write chapters. She seems to be more settled today than usual so I will try to get some writing done, probably just write in little by little as I find the time. )
The surf was loud but soothing in the dark windy distance, a rhythmic crashing raw, as predictable and comforting as a reassuring heartbeat.
The air was warm and balmy and humid as it blew off the ocean, warm but not too warm, heated by the savage tidal forces in the planet core that kept the seas perpetually warm in the utter darkness.
Overhead somewhere was a radiating warmth of the massive lava pipe, high above on tall metal stilts. The pipe was hot, VERY hot, but never QUITE hot enough to actually visibly glow, deliberately designed with a fur of metal heat sinks to keep the surface heat spread over a wide surface area to keep the surface from visibly glowing.
Here on Dark Tropic light was banned, at least any light bright enough to see properly outside, but the locals had learned other ways of navigation, from the sounds of the surf, the direction of the wind, the feel of the heat from the far overhead lava pipe.
Surface ground vehicles were restricted here, as it would be suicide to drive any distance in the dark, both for you and for pedestrians. Instead the land masses of the planet had extremely comprehensive subway systems, with very gentle entrance ramps to avoid injuries.
You were never far from a subway entrance on Dark Tropic, as any place not in easy walking distance of a subway was inaccessible to all. Whether rich or poor, great or small, you used the subway to move around Dark Tropic, it was free for all and the only way to travel... Unless you were the average daemon princess or greater daemon...
The Sevenson Matriarch was huge but surprisingly thin and bendy and flexible, able to fit down surprisingly tiny entrances, SHE at least could fit into a subway train, bending and contorting her body to fit inside quite comfortably.
TigerLily of course could at least fly, but Octavia's poor husband was not so lucky...
"Husband I think we're lost," Octavia suggested anxiously from her husband's arms in the utter darkness.
"Not lost beloved, just having difficulty with all these low hanging power lines getting in the way. I fear that the architects who designed this layout didn't consider the needs of "especially tall" pedestrians like me. I feel a bit like a Limbo dancer right now," her husband giggled lyrically.
"We will miss the wedding if we don't get there soon," Octavia said worriedly.
"They won't start without Violet's adoptive MOTHER, (meaning YOU), plus they still have to locate Violet's biological father. We have time my beloved bride," her husband reassured her in the complete darkness.
Octavia relaxed slightly at these words, feeling more reassured.
"Tickle me?," Octavia asked her husband hopefully, wanting to pass the time.
A moment later she was screaming with blissful laughter from his cruel touch.
For a few wonderful minutes Octavia was tickled in the dark, completely unable to see or predict his hands. She squirmed about in delight.
"Don't squirm so much beloved, we are close to some power lines," her husband warned and stopped tickling her!
Octavia pouted at the end to her tickling, and hung bored in his arms, not moving at all.
"Not much further beloved, the casino is up ahead," her husband soothed her.
Octavia sighed in relief, and straightened up her hair and elegant formal dress in the dark by touch alone. She had been getting ready ever since around 2 in the morning when the Wedding was suddenly announced, and had done her best with so little time to prepare.
Octavia felt her husband ducking and bending in the dark, apparently navigating hazardous power lines, and she held still to make it easier for him.
Octavia gazed around blindly in the total darkness, unable to see a thing. Her husband had the radically flawless senses of a Slaanesh daemon, and could apparently see clearly in the total darkness. Octavia envied him this ability to see in the dark.
For long minutes her husband navigated through the dark, bending continually to avoid electrical wires, and Octavia quickly got bored from the lack of sensation.
"Please tickle me," Octavia begged hopefully.
Her husband ignored her.
Octavia sighed glumly.
"I will torment you later my love," he reassured her.
Octavia pouted but nodded.
"Ah, we have arrived at the casino venue." Her husband informed her.
"Tickles?," Octavia asked hopefully.
Octavia was then screaming desperately in frenzied laughter as he generously obliged her! Yes!
"Not too much, you mustn't wet yourself in your fine dress my beloved tickle toy," her husband chided after a few frantically hysterical minutes and stopped again.
"But I WANT to be forced to wet myself! PLEASE make me pee myself husband!" Octavia urged frantically.
"Your sexual frustration is EXQUISITE," her husband purred cruelly and completely stopped molesting her!
"You are SUCH a meanie!" Octavia sulked.
Octavia then felt the wind dying down and heard the distant surf sounds fade as she was carried into some sort of building.
They went around several corners in the dark, and light became slightly visible, growing brighter with every step.
She saw her husband carrying her along a high ceilinged large snaking zigzag corridor of crazy corners, lined with black carpet and designed to consume light. With each corner of the zigzag they turned, the light increased noticeably.
For hundreds of meters the wide tall zigzagging corridor continued, and Octavia became aware of crowds of pedestrians around her husband's hoofed feet, which he elegantly stepped around. Up ahead she could hear the distinctive noises of a casino.
The light grew gradually, but by the end of the zigzagging entrance corridor, the light was so bright that Wendy would have only just coped with it. This casino did not tolerate cheating, and kept itself well lit to make cheating as difficult to hide as possible.
Her towering husband strode into the busy crowds of the casino proper, and gambling patrons everywhere scattered away in fright from the huge immortal monster.
Psychic bird-mutant casino staff members made irritated bird noises at this disruption to their business, and crackling Tzeentch psychic energy arced around their heads in warning, threatening lethal violence.
"You SHALL NOT hunt for victims HERE, spawn of Slaanesh!" A chorus of bird voices screeched with deadly threat.
"We are here for Violet's wedding," Octavia replied reassuringly.
There was a long pause, and Octavia felt as though her mind was being scrutinised by a multitude of psykers all at once.
"You speak truthfully... Very well... But be warned, violence against guests shall NOT be tolerated! This way please," the bird psykers all said in perfect unison in a way that was perfectly creepy, and ushered them to follow a group of nine staff members.
Her husband silently followed as directed, still carrying Octavia like a treasured possession, as the bird-mutants led the way.
Octavia saw gambling venues everywhere she looked as her husband walked, a dizzying array of different games and gambling machines, flashing lights and the joyful music of gambling machines all around her.
The staff members here were all mortal relatives of TigerLily, all of them either TigerLily's siblings or cousins or Aunties, second cousins, third cousins, or what have you. All of them had at least bird feet mutations, and many had feathers or even more extreme mutations. These were TigerLily's "people", her family clan of Tzeentch worshipping mutants.
TigerLily's sister, a Chaos Champion of Tzeentch named Indigo Muhammad, owned this casino. As Violet was Indigo's biological niece, the casino venue was being offered free of charge for the wedding, the nicest place Wendy could arrange at such short notice.
Indigo was very nice but a bit weird, always obsessed with "poverty" and "slavery" and "fascism" and "inequality", she had started her career as a professional charity worker, working 16 hours a day for free to help the poor, feeding and clothing and helping the most vulnerable and marginalised people at every stage.
Indigo was a deadly psyker who used her powers to "bring hope to the hopeless", fighting the rich and powerful on behalf of the poor as her way of worshipping Tzeentch in his aspect of "the god of hope". She was a bit weird...
Strange bird like words suddenly reverberated inside Octavia's mind!
"Damn RIGHT I protect the poor and bring hope to the hopeless! The entire galaxy must be CHANGED, until all poverty and despair is eradicated! Rejoice huddling masses, for your hour of HOPE is at hand!" The words proclaimed with unstoppable power like an anthem of liberation in her mind!
Mad crazy hope filled Octavia to overflowing, and she cheered for joy at the raw wonderful change she could feel in her heart!
"HOPE FOR THE HOPELESS! JOY FOR THE JOYLESS! LIBERATION FOR THE HELPLESS! CHANGE FOR THE STATUS QUO!" Octavia screamed like a lunatic, blue energy arcing all around her head.
"Snap out of it beloved! Slaanesh desires lust not hope!" Octavia's husband chided her and supernaturally shielded her from the strange effect.
Octavia snapped out of it instantly and looked around annoyed to see where Indigo was lurking.
Octavia saw nothing but more of the Casino, Indigo was nowhere to be seen. Octavia shrugged.
Octavia's massive husband was led into a large convention room inside the casino, and carried her inside to reveal a wedding set up with beautiful flowers and elegant furniture. Pretty much everyone was already in attendance, including the bride, a sure sign that Octavia's delayed arrival had indeed delayed the entire wedding proceedings! Oh no this was so embarrassing!
Octavia saw her wife Wendy in a lusciously erotic black satin formal dress, sitting impatiently sideways on Adolf's lap in the front row waiting for the proceedings to commence.
Wendy made eye contact with Octavia, looking thoroughly annoyed. Octavia felt guilty and hung her head, she and her husband had delayed the entire wedding!
It was then that Octavia noticed that most of the other guests were not focused on Octavia's late arrival at all but on a bunch of people shouting at each other.
What was going on?
Octavia then saw Franklin in his parade ground scout uniform, surrounded by his nuns, shouting at a guest.
Oh for Slaanesh's sake! Franklin and his nuns were squabbling with Violet's mutant relatives for bigotry related reasons. Can't we have even ONE family function without Captain Killjoy and his concubines making a scene at it!
"No I will NOT leave my own Niece's wedding, how DARE you!" The badly mutated Tzeentch Chaos Champion Indigo Muhammad was currently squawking in outrage at one of the nuns.
Indigo Muhammad was (as mentioned) TigerLily's sister and a lethal psyker in her own right, she was so mutated that she was almost more like a bird than a human, with blue feathers covering much of her body and her head sporting a fanged beak like some nightmarish bird of prey.
Indigo was currently standing indignantly 3 meters above the floor on her floating daemonic disk of Tzeentch that usually carried her everywhere, and wearing an elegant blue satin formal dress for the wedding.
"How dare you BE so badly mutated!" The nun retorted, which, (strangely), did not bring any calm to the rapidly escalating argument.
"I will mutate YOU you evil bitch!" Indigo squawked in outrage and cast blue sorcery at the nun, making her erupt in slimy octopus tentacles growing out of her face!
Octavia's husband dutifully shielded her from the lethal spray of gunfire from Franklin's bolter that followed this.
"My my, this is certainly a lively occasion," her husband chuckled as Indigo and the mutant casino staff rushed to hurl psychic bolts at Franklin in an escalating confrontation.
"Don't kill my husband!" Violet was now screaming from the other end of the long aisle in her hastily purchased, cleavage heavy, full white lacy wedding dress as Indigo's magics mutated Franklin horrifically.
Franklin was now part octopus, with tentacles growing out of his face from Indigo's Tzeentch witchcraft. The nun was even worse, devolving into a nightmarish squid-like chaos spawn!
Franklin dropped his bolter as his hands turned into short thick tentacles too big to grip the handle, and instead tried to leap at Indigo on her floating disk of Tzeentch.
Indigo's disk nimbly evaded the leap, and Indigo cast more blazing blue energy spells at Franklin, causing his legs to become tentacles too before he landed.
Franklin landed with a slapping "flop" noise, little more than soft tentacles by this point. Franklin tried to move after Indigo yet again but seemed to be unable to walk anymore, just slowly sliding over the floor in a tangle of tentacles.
"Franklin!" Violet loudly sobbed, and ran to her heavily mutated groom.
Octavia felt bad as she watched her adoptive daughter sobbing in abject misery, and Octavia urged her husband to place her on the ground so she could go to comfort Violet.
Her husband however did not put her on the floor as requested, but instead chose this moment to roll up her elegant crimson satin skirt, slip aside her G string, and penetrate her during this commotion!
Violet was still crying, pandemonium was reigning all around, and he was having sex with her NOW of all times!
People everywhere were shouting, Wendy loudest of all at the state of her son, nuns were weeping. Weapons everywhere were drawn and even the Sevenson Matriarch had now dropped her invisibility in warning, ready to keep her hot headed children in line before this situation could get any worse than it was already.
This was possibly the LEAST appropriate time to be having sex right now! Octavia's husband had NO shame at all!
"Shame is a blasphemy to blessed Slaanesh my blushing bride," Octavia's husband purred in her ear, licked her neck sensuously to make her moan, and began to strip her completely naked as the commotion continued all around!
This really was a bizarre wedding so far!
***...
A few minutes later Franklin Sevenson was fuming with rage as he and his pregnant nun were returned to normal after the DISGUSTING witchcraft! By the Emperor that had been FILTHY watching his poor innocent nun Sister Brooke mutate into a squid-like abomination!
Franklin had now been forced by the command of the Sevenson Matriarch herself to cease all further violence inside this venue, and could do nothing to exact revenge for this ULTIMATE violation! By the Emperor it was galling!
Just thank the Emperor that Indigo was powerful enough to actually UNDO mutations...
Hang on! Maybe this mutation reversal spell could work on Violet's mutations too! She could be CLEANSED! Oh blessed Emperor she could be...
"NO! Absolutely NOT you bigoted little turd!" Indigo's voice suddenly squawked deafeningly loudly in his mind!
"But..."
"NO BUTS! Just NO!" Indigo's psychic voice shrieked like an outraged parrot.
Franklin pressed the issue but quickly stopped at Indigo's grave sounding threat of having his poor innocent precious nuns mutated again! Perhaps it would be wiser not to press her patience on this issue...
Franklin looked away in angry defeat and instead surveyed his surroundings.
The wedding venue surfaces were now slightly filled with impact craters from Franklin's bolter, and slightly emptied of people as a result of said gunfire and general mayhem. Grains of dust now fell from smoking craters in the walls and ceiling, and random debris was scattered about, somewhat hindering the ambiance.
Violet was standing beside him fussing over him and upset to the point of tears. Franklin's nuns were also upset, the guests were upset, and, to be honest, Franklin was rather upset too.
Violet's normal human father was still not yet arrived, Franklin wasn't sure why, and Octavia, (who was currently engaged in highly inappropriate filthy public fornication with her daemonic "husband"), had only just arrived sometime during the fighting. Almost half of the guests had fled the room as a result of the fighting, mostly women and children, and few had returned so far...
Of the guests who hadn't already fled, a worrying number were filthy mutants...
"How DARE YOU!" Shrieked almost every mutant psyker in the entire room.
Violet burst into tears behind her veil and ran out of the room, which Franklin thought was probably a bad sign on a wedding day...
"Violet?," Franklin asked, and followed after her, pushing past people who seemed (adamantly) determined to block his way for some reason.
Violet was completely out of sight by the time Franklin pushed through the deliberately obstructive people and reached the door, and he wasn't sure where she had gone.
Not knowing what else to do, Franklin returned to his nuns in the room. He needed their guidance to tell him what to do next.
He reentered the room and saw almost every single person glowering at him with expressions ranging from icy disapproval to pure hatred. Franklin ignored all the looks and just went straight up to his nuns and knelt in submission before them.
"My nuns, Violet has fled away, I don't know where she went. What should I do now?", Franklin asked humbly.
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