Chapter 101(orphan)

Nearly the entirety of the wedding congregation was some variation on unhappy, as they evacuated the casino in response to load bearing structural acid damage from the puke of that damn Tyranid. Fucking Chappie!

The bride's dress was half eaten, the wedding flowers were eaten, the bridal bouquet was eaten, the venue furniture was dissolving, the venue ITSELF was dissolving, the bridesmaids dresses were missing huge bite marks of fabric, not to mention many bridesmaids missing large amounts of hair in conspicuous bite marks!

In short, Chappie had struck again!

That damn pet had always been a problem, forever invading kitchens and food stores (and hospital operating theatres), always eternally searching for more biomass to eat. Chappie's antics over the years were the stuff of dark legend.

From the time he rounded up every live rat and spider and chaos spawn on the entire Nightmare Asylum into Indigo and TigerLily's mother's quarters for a snack, to the time he ransacked through Liling's entire apothecarion and ate over a metric ton of pharmaceutical products, (costing well over a million script to replace), Chappie really was a nightmarish creature to be around.

Had Chappie not been the beloved favourite pet of Daemon Princess TigerLily (and extremely difficult to kill) then he would be dead by now. He routinely caused millions of script worth of damage and biomass theft, and TigerLily was forever paying the bills for his never ending gluttonous destructive rampage.

The wedding congregation gathered in the open areas outside the casino as the entire building was evacuated. Warning sirens were currently echoing deafeningly through the air as the vehicles of local fire brigades and emergency services lit up the surroundings with their dim headlights, causing everyone to squint in the faint light.

The lights illuminated vast wide open streets with a huge tangle of low hanging power lines stretching between buildings and raised poles, the high voltage lines only 4 meters above the ground in some places.

The surrounding area was illuminated for hundreds of meters by these exceptionally rare emergency vehicle lights, an exception to the usual law against light to prevent pedestrians from being run over in the dark en mass by the fire trucks and similar vehicles.

In this light was revealed a vast forest of skyscrapers with extremely wide pedestrian-crowded streets between them. Every few hundred meters was a very gently sloping subway entrance ramp, with softly padded railings around the top of the edges to prevent people falling down in the dark.

The sky above the buildings was utterly black and dark, without even so much as a star to break the inky blackness. The entire planet was seemingly wreathed in a layer of thick volcanic ash in the upper atmosphere that swallowed up all the light, causing a truly oppressive level of raw undiluted darkness that perfectly suited a Night Lord planet.

Professional emergency crews in protective firefighting gear were now entering the imposing bulk of the vast Indigo Foundation Casino skyscraper, as huge crowds of civilians gathered to watch this highly entertaining spectacle.

A huge disturbing pale shape suddenly emerged from the main entrance into the light, with shiny eyes and hooves and crab claws glinting in the light, sending emergency workers fleeing back in horror. In two of it's four arms the monster held a struggling bulbous shape clad entirely in glistening chitin plates.

It was just Octavia's husband the Slaanesh greater daemon, holding the rather uncooperative Chappie in his arms.

Octavia beckoned over her husband to join her with a wave of her hands, and the monstrous perverted leviathan licked his lips lustfully and eagerly strode towards his intoxicatingly beautiful fucktoy wife, carrying Chappie with him.

The huge immortal dropped Chappie gently on the pavement and scooped up Octavia in his arms, licking her face obscenely and tickling her to hysterics as all four of his massive erect cocks penetrated the desperately laughing woman, ripping right through her dress fabric with the heads of his four giant members.

The entire remaining chaos worshipping portion of the wedding congregation growled and snarled demonically at this pair of monstrous creatures, who had together completely trashed, not only the wedding, but the entire building! Every face was demonically distorted with infernal chaos rage, this was an absolute outrage!

Chappie gingerly levitated above the pavement as the Keeper of Secrets continued having extremely loud sex with Octavia, and gazed cautiously at the sea of distorted angry faces...

The tyranid tentatively addressed the angry crowd very diplomatically in a very polite insect-like psychic voice.

"...PLEASE feed me..."

This careful attempt at diplomacy failed spectacularly in calming down the hostile group, and Night Lords roared with fury and charged at him with weapons in hand!

Chappie fled for his life down the street, hissing loudly in terror as the Night Lord's bolter gunfire ricocheted off his thick chitin carapace shell!

An enraged demonic female voice suddenly shouted from above over the sounds of the gunfire.

"Cease fire! All Night Lords stop attacking that tyranid!"

The Night Lords all obeyed instantly without question, and the massive blue feathered form of TigerLily swooped down protectively behind her terrified pet zoanthrope, she being the one who had spoken.

Chappie instantly stopped fleeing and instead hid cautiously behind the reassuring bulk of TigerLily, like a frightened puppy taking refuge with its owner.

TigerLily fussed over the nightmarish tyranid monster as though it was a small frightened child, petting him and making soothing noises as everyone gawked at her.

With Chappie now completely untouchable, the angry Night Lords instead turned their enraged attention to Octavia's husband, cocking their weapons in warning.

The greater daemon bared his needle sharp teeth in warning, huge crab claws loudly clacking and snapping in the air threateningly. The Night Lords wisely paused in initiating open hostility towards the lethally dangerous immortal warp entity, and collectively came to the conclusion that the fight was not worth the loss of limbs that would ensue.

With nothing left to safely vent their rage on, the Night Lords simply bitterly returned to the wedding group, and joined them in watching the emergency services attempting to save the building.

The entire crowd of emergency services personnel suddenly evacuated out of the building...

"We need to retreat further from the building, NOW!" The Matriarch suddenly shouted.

The entire crowd pulled back without hesitation, running hundreds of meters down the street before then regrouping as the women caught their breath.

"I think this is an unnecessary caution, it's only a bit of vomit after all." Sister Mary opined amusedly.

(CRACK)

The entire building shook violently!

(CRACK SNAP CRUNCH RIP)

The top of the building was now leaning at a noticeable angle away from the Sevensons...

(RIP ROAR!)

The entire building was toppling over!

(ALMIGHTY CRASH!)

The building had toppled over into an adjacent building, destroying both buildings to rubble in the process...

Bits of ejected masonry came crashing down all around the two buildings, smashing vehicles and splattering multitudes of unlucky people who hadn't had the good sense to run away. Gore and ruin was everywhere.

Pandemonium was now ensuing as screaming crowds searched the body strewn streets and the rubble of the completely unsuspecting second building for wounded survivors, the casino had been evacuated safely, but the second building had not even known it was in danger, it had been heavily populated with thousands of people...

The outside air was now blazing with the psychic powers of bird mutants from the Indigo Foundation, as hundreds of them helped to move the rubble and rescue survivors. They looked REALLY pissed off.

The Slaanesh Greater Daemon was still having sex with Octavia as an outraged Indigo Muhammad flew over on her floating disk of Tzeentch, entire body blazing with blue witchcraft.

"YOU! YOU did this!" Indigo shrieked like a bird, pointing an accusing finger at the Slaanesh greater daemon.

"Chappie also helped..." The daemon tittered lyrically in jest.

"You had BETTER be able to PAY for these damages!" Indigo hissed dangerously.

"Able to pay or not, what makes you think that I actually WILL pay you regardless?, I prefer to play at the expense of other people," the daemon chuckled cruelly.

Indigo gave an extremely loud bird song, and suddenly the entire multitude of bird mutants stopped assisting the wounded and instead came running over, heads blazing with wrathful sorcery.

The Daemon gently placed Octavia safely on the ground, and then gestured smugly to the entire army of Sevenson Night Lords.

"You are rather outmatched against the Slaanesh forces at my disposal. The Slaaneshi cultist armies of this planet number in the hundreds of billions of soldiers, you have no hope of defeating me," the daemon laughed.

"When last I checked, "I" was absolute Matriarch of this planet, not you." The Matriarch said coldly.

The greater daemon looked at the Matriarch in disbelief, and eyed the vast army of Night Lords warily.

The crowd of angry bird mutants was beginning to arrive now, and the daemon found himself caught in between these two different irritated forces...

"Um... Do you take cash?, My second wife Sabrina minds all my excessive worldly treasures for me," the daemon slumped in blissful defeat.

***...

The heavily restrained Sister Superior Clementine recoiled in righteous disgust in her portable metal wrist and neck pillory, as she was dragged along by a chain into a reeking dark subterranean dungeon. The stone tunnels and chambers were oppressively dark, and stank to high heaven of dead bodies and worse.

"Sister Superior Clementine, please don't struggle so, try to calm down," Sister Pamela soothed Clementine as though she were a mentally disturbed invalid.

"This den of foulness is the lair of a vile mutant necromancer HERETIC!" Clementine spat with zeal.

"But Violet is Franklin's betrothed, she is not our enemy anymore," Sister Pamela reassured her.

"You fool, how far you have fallen into darkness! Am I the only one left with any sanity among you?!" Clementine chastised the wayward nun.

The other nuns all murmured in troubled voices but did not reply, merely redoubling their efforts to restrain Clementine from struggling as they dragged her along.

The group passed through a chamber populated with unholy monstrous undead tyranid zombies, mostly smaller varieties but also including a handful of towering embalmed tyranid warriors! The foul things followed the nun's movements with their dead eyes but did not otherwise react to the presence of the faithful.

Clementine snarled and jumped to attack the unholy things! For the Emperor!

The nuns wrestled her back! She couldn't attack the blasphemous things!

Clementine was dragged struggling through yet more chambers containing everything from zombie Orks to dead human children zombies! This was a pit of foulest evil!

The nuns were being led through the darkness of this unholy lair by the golden glowing eyes of Saint Franklin, going deep into the home of the vile detestable mutant witch Violet Smith. Violet's underground home was a zombie crowded confusing maze of twists and turns and side corridors, of indeterminate size due to it's maze like nature, but still clearly at least the size of a very large barn in terms of floor area.

The "home" was moderately deep underground, apparently located in the middle of a sprawling maze like subterranean cemetery necropolis where millions of locals buried their dead in overflowing tomb chambers. The foul necromancer Violet had seemingly merely purchased her own large area of tombs in this necropolis and renovated them into this "home"!

The entire surrounding sub level stank of death, and a feeling of tangible raw supernatural evil soaked the air, sending chills over Clementine's skin.

The group turned yet another corner, and a glowing white misty ghost with pitch black eyes and no face blocked their path!

The ghost screamed deafeningly loudly in the piercing shriek of a woman, and shot blindingly fast towards them, spectral arms raised to grab the faithful!

The nuns all screamed in terror, and the spirit was upon them!

The ghost passed straight through the group and out the other side as though they were made out of air, apparently unable to touch physical matter!

The ghost screamed again and tried to attack them a second time, but had no effect on the mortals in it's midst.

The ghost just kept piercingly screaming and trying to attack them without success, dramatically unnerving the group but not harming them.

The group of the faithful were spooked, but eventually gathered enough wits to press on past the screaming ghost, and were pursued through several tens of meters of twisting tunnels by the screaming ghost until the ghost seemed to meet an invisible barrier it could not cross beyond, leaving them all in peace.

The group continued, hearts pounding, and moved through an utterly dark spacious chamber.

The group was halfway through the open chamber when dozens of pairs of glowing eyes suddenly peered at them out of the darkness!

Franklin's golden light shone over the eyes to reveal their origins, but saw only bare walls and floors, with ghostly pairs of glowing eyes hanging insubstantially in the air without any signs of bodies... Except for humanoid shadows on the walls behind them in the light...

"More ghosts," Clementine spat dismissively, and ignored these harmless spectres. The group pressed on through this terrible place.

Up next came a chamber full of hundreds of ghost children with blank expressionless faces. The children all stood absolutely still in ranks and files to either side of a central pathway, and turned their heads very slightly to follow the group of nuns with their gazes as they walked down the pathway!

The nuns were now whimpering with dread, and huddling together in fright as they walked down this terrible path.

When the group was exactly halfway along this path the ghost children started to move, immediately standing in the way of both directions of the pathway, blocking both advance and retreat!

The ghostly children all opened their mouths as one, and let out a chilling unbroken high pitched scream!

The nuns all fell to their knees in blind terror, weeping half insane with horror.

Clementine slipped her chain free of their grip in their fear, and gleefully charged at the ghostly children.

The children proved to be more substantial than Clementine had expected, and her vicious kicks met resistance, sending ghost children sprawling on the ground.

The children were seemingly completely invulnerable to harm, and simply got up again with no signs of injury...

The children all blinked in perfect unison, and then suddenly completely disappeared.

The nuns all gasped in relief and frantically continued walking down the path.

The lead nuns suddenly all tripped over...

"The children! They are merely invisible!" One of the nuns screamed in horror!

Oh this was a NIGHTMARE!

***...

The group of nuns were thoroughly terrified by the time they finally reached Violet through the long gauntlet of supernatural horrors that filled her terrible home.

The group had been forced to very slowly wade through the entire army of invisible ghost children! The invisible children had even clung to them with tiny hands as they waded through the crowd of ghosts!

The ghost children hadn't even been the last of the supernatural horrors they had faced getting here!

Well regardless, the faithful had now safely arrived in the living quarters of Violet's disturbing home, and sat regaining their nerve in a pinkly illuminated sitting room full of various cheap but comfortable lounging chairs.

The sitting room was built of the same dismal worked stone as the rest of the sinister necropolis, albeit noticeably a lot cleaner, and blazing pink witchcraft contained in a few occult floor circles lit the room quite adequately to see comfortably.

In the room was a large gathering of frightening bird mutant witches, all relatives of Violet come to visit, some had fearsome fanged bird beaks, many had feathers, some even had vestigial wings or small bird heads growing out of their hands, and all without exception had at least bird feet!

The mutants mostly worshipped Tzeentch, as they were a Tzeentch aligned family clan (hence the sacred Tzeentch bird mutations), and only the ones raised by the Sevensons had been raised to worship Slaanesh at all. The Tzeentch family members all dressed very differently from the Slaanesh worshippers, dressed like traditional witches rather than kinky prostitutes, favouring occult robes, hooded cloaks, and even the occasional pointed witch's hat.

Most of the Tzeentch mutants carried staffs or wands or similar occult implements, and blazing hue-changing blue energy occasionally danced across their bodies and implements as they softly talked amongst themselves, different from the predominantly pink coloured sorcery the Slaanesh psykers used.

In the midst of these mutants sat the horrifying Violet, still wearing her partially eaten whorish white wedding dress from the aborted failed wedding ceremony. Violet's heavy makeup had dried tear streaks running down her cheeks, now calmed down after the calamity that had interrupted her wedding ceremony, and her sinful bulging cleavage was sparkly with glitter like some prostitute!

Violet was sitting with one leg chastely crossed over the other, but her bare razor sharp mutant bird talon feet were on full display, as was her long blue "hair" of avian feathers!

Sister Superior Clementine spat with disgust at the accursed witch, Violet might be deceptively pretty but her mutated inhumanity was on full display to the faithful!

"Did you nuns need to bring that feral spitting Clementine thing?, Her thoughts are painful to listen to," one of the telepathic Tzeentch abominations complained.

Clementine hissed in righteous fury and spat with perfect accuracy onto the distant witch's face.

"Ugh, can we at least cover her mouth with something?," the witch protested.

Clementine spat on the witch again, and was promptly gagged with some cloth rags by the nuns! Betrayed by her fellow members of the Ecclesiarchy!

With a gag in her mouth Clementine could neither spit nor speak, but she nevertheless struggled ferociously to attack the unclean mutants. She was again betrayed by her comrades, and the chain to her permanent portable metal neck and wrist stock was padlocked around a stone pillar that she couldn't shift.

Clementine brooded bitterly and watched in horror as the holy Saint Franklin approached the wicked necromancer Violet that he was so unwisely betrothed to!

Clementine shouted into her gag, but Saint Franklin ignored her and greeted Violet.

Sister Superior Clementine felt the baby of Saint Franklin kick in her womb, and scowled at the darkness of her new existence. She had had her neck and wrists locked in this portable metal pillory for so long that her arm muscles had entirely atrophied.

She had already been locked defenceless in this pillory for many months when Saint Franklin had been bewitched into raping her, and now she had been in the pillory for so long that the resulting baby was kicking! She suspected that she would die in this accursed pillory, never again in her life able to use her arms again. It was a depressing thought.

Violet the necromancer was the one who had done this to her, it was Violet's foul witchcraft that had subdued Sister of Battle Sister Superior Clementine to unconsciousness, allowing the evil Night Lords chaos space marines to capture her alive as she fought to keep Saint Franklin from their grasp!

As a result of Violet's cowardly sorcery, Saint Franklin was now a Night Lord too, and the faithful nuns had been given to Saint Franklin as concubines! Every single one of the holy Sisters were now pregnant to the bewitched Saint Franklin, and Saint Franklin was now engaged to marry the very chaos witch Violet who had defeated them all!

For over a year now Clementine had been urging the others not to give in to the darkness, urging them not to forget that these chaos heretics were their sworn enemies, but after a year of captivity the insidious effects of Stockholm Syndrome had taken root until all but Clementine had bonded with their captors.

Clementine redoubled her efforts to escape and attack the blasphemous witches, but achieved precisely nothing for her efforts. Everyone was ignoring her now, and she was completely powerless to do anything at all.

"I think I need a new wedding dress," Violet was currently saying, gesturing to her heavily damaged half eaten wedding dress that currently clothed her.

"I think you need to be burned at the stake WITCH!" Clementine thought wrathfully in reply, earning herself a lot of hostile looks from those of the witches that had telepathic abilities.

Clementine's chain was promptly unlocked from the stone pillar, and she was dragged away out of the home by an angry group of bird mutant witches!

Clementine struggled violently, kicking and trying to brain them with her metal pillory, but the unholy things used unclean witchcraft to drag her along as the witches stayed safely out of range of violence! Craven cowards!

The witches used witchcraft to light their way, and dragged her all the way to the room with the ghost children. And then they stopped...

NO NOT THAT!

Clementine's chain was securely padlocked to a floor ring in the middle of the haunted room!

The ghost children were all gazing at her with horrific blank expressionless faces!

The witches then simply left, taking all the light with them, leaving Clementine trapped defenceless in the heavily haunted room, in completely impenetrable inky darkness!

***...