Chapter 7: The Black Doctor Warning 18+
I race to the nearest boarding target as I'm joined by Hayden, Andel, Violeta, Rolf, Natalia and Kelvin. We continue to rush towards to combat before a shockwave hits the ship. We all, except Andel and Hayden because cyborgs, lose our footing and Kelvin nearly goes over a railing before Rolf grabs him. From the railing, you could see Daemonettes killing...the chaos worshipers? Da fuck?
Before I could even comprehend what happened I got hit in the shoulder by a Lasgun-wielding cultist. Andel takes him out with his carbine with several others in front dying after.
With Alya Parker...
You know the first thing you expect from a boarding party is that they would be charging at you, what I did not expect were their own daemons killing them. I aimed my bolter at a cultist and tore a hole through him. Another one tries to stab me from the back but I kicked him in the balls and shot him in the face, in front of me was a Daemonette touching herself at what I just did, I shot at her as she spreads her arms to enjoy it. Fucking Daemonettes. I hope Jessica is doing well.
With Jessica...
How many are there?! I shot like 10 of these guys and they're still pouring out of the fucking craft! At least the Repentias are holding them back, providing the Sisters in the back breathing space. Also, WHY are the Daemonettes fighting their own? There's literary one in front of me raping another Daemonette, or is she enjoying it? I HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE! I fire upon them, hearing them orgasm from dying. I nearly scream as a pair of purple hands grope me from behind, I head-butted the Deamonette with the back of my head. I turn around to see a smiling nose bleeding Daemonette groping its cock. It points at my bolter and aims a finger gun to her head, pulling the trigger.
"You want me, to kill you," I ask her, my common sense is thrown out the window at this point. "Why?"
"You deserve it." She says in a seductive voice, infecting my mind with their disgusting symbol of, what was that word again? Oh yeah, sex.
"Fuck you bitch." I aim my bolter at her head.
"Thank you, sister." She sadly smiles as my bolt round goes through her head, her cock cumming bluish-white liquid on my tits and mouth. It gave off a sweet honey smell and tasted like it too. I spat it out as a Daemonettes tries to rape me.
"FUCK OFF YA WANKERS!" I kicked one in her balls as another pokes me in the butt with her rod.
Back with Parker...
My cauterised shoulder wound was quite minimal as it only just cause pain, nothing else. VOX reports say that the entire port side was being boarded by 2,000 Shark Assault Boats. They mainly consist of Slanneshi cultists and Daemonetttes. They had already disabled the ships port-side weapons and now the Dauntless-class is turning around to fire its starboard guns. Fires spread through the ship thanks to some chaos Psykers and Melta bombs.
I and the crew were split up as a bridge way collapses as a large water tube falls on it. Leaving me, Kelvin and Natalia separated from the main combat. We took an alternative route through the vents but I was wary, we could bump into the Wychs. We continued travelling the man-sized wents until we were on top one of the cargo rooms. Kelvin flinched when a steam pipe burst in from of his face, narrowly missing him. Thankfully he did not make any noise.
In the cargo room, we could see that the cultists were opening a large portal. What came forth was a purple Leman Russ rolling in. The tank breaks down a wall as it runs through into a hallway of Medusas with bolters.
I signal to continue walking down the vents. "Excuse me, Major, but where are we going?" Natalia asks in a thick German accent.
"We need to get to the Astropath, we need to contact help." We continue to travel down the steamy hallway as sounds of gunfire echo around us. Hopefully, his brother is safe.
With Hayden...
I fire my Macrostubbers into a crowd of cultists tearing them apart as we make our way to the rest f the battalion. We had chosen a regroup point in case something like this would happen. A fucking Leman Russ fires at us, hitting a wall next to me knocking me to the floor. I got up only to be backhanded by a large Beastman. He had a large spear and Inferno pistol. He only wore a loincloth with paths of fur around his chest. He was the size of a fucking Dreadnaught.
He challenges me to a dual, I declined by shooting him in the dick. He falls face-first as blood from his groin floods out. Many Daemonettes and female cultists were licking it all up.
Another Beastman with two large crude axes charges at me as I fire at him. His head explodes as his body slides on its knees pass me and runs over a cultist. I rush to through a gap in their lines to see the Batallion out of formation and in chaos.
I order them to form a square formation and fix bayonets, forming a bayonet square. The Beastmen and cultists were held back by the infantry until the armour rolled up. Rolf was here but Andel was missing, I can not even find him on my holo-map.
With Andel...
He walked silently around random pockets of combat as he scours the ship trying to find Kiri. He made sure she was in the deepest part of the ship, near the food store. No one really goes there unless they ran out of rations, which is rare. He enters his room to find Kiri tying her black loose hair into braids, unaware of the battle thanks to some soundproof walls.
I grabbed a modified Laspistol and gave it to Kiri, who understand what was happening.
"Go into the vents, find your sisters and leave this place." He told her. She nods and goes into the vents, leaving Andel alone. He sighs, hoping she doesn't have to leave.
With the Wych cult...
Mary, Clara and other Wychs were preparing their stolen weapons and grenades to fight off the followers of She Who Thirst. The few launch bays this ship has had all be taken over by the enemy and are no use to the sisters. The sounds of rapid movement bring their attention to Kiri who had come out of a small duct.
"Sisters! Thank Isha you're alright." She spoke in low gothic as hanging out with the humans really was quite an experience for her.
Hours ago...
Kiri using a Lasgun in the ship's armoury with Natalia helping her aim the gun. She hits 2 out of the 5 targets at a range of 100 meters. Natalia told her to aim down the red scope and shoot when she exhales a deep breath. She does as she's told and strikes 4 out of 5 targets, she smiles in child pride. Natalia ruffles her black hair as the sounds of metal feet sound behind them.
Andel brought a pint of beer for Natalia and an imperial cup of yoghurt. Natalia locked in straw in her mask as to not take it off. Kiri enjoys the simplicity of imperial foods as they don't require the exotic ingredients nor the complicated cooking. She took a scoop of it and melted at the taste.
Andel scanned all the yoghurt only to find a signal good brand, seriously some of them are made of sewage. He was also glad that John was an actually good doctor, not really asking where he got his trade.
Kiri was then picked up by Andel and they moved back to their rooms, apparently, the ship's crew are quite an unsavoury type as the navy personnel had installed a curfew for anyone not in the navy.
The guard and navy never had good relations because of several cultural and odd hierarchy placement. Apparently, the navy sees the guard as stubborn barbarians while the guard seems to think the navy as a bunch of asshole rich nobles.
Andel knew that Kiri hanging out with the humans would end up with a very culturally intuned child, just as planned.
Back with the Wychs...
(Eldar speech)
"(Kiri, we cannot escape. The launch bays and escape pods have either exploded or captured, we have no choice but to hide.)" Mary sadly said as the ship shakes at another broadside of macro batteries is fired. Kiri nods understandably.
"(But if you are spotted, do not flee. Kill them and make sure they are no witnesses.)" Kiri felt uncomfortable, she liked these humans, especially Andel and Hayden. The sisters would all split up and waited until this blew over, hopefully.
Back with John...
I used my Lasgun to cut a door into a wall, thanks to some tinkering. Kelvin and Natalia aim their weapons at the door as it falls and lands with a loud clang, I flinch at that as anyone could have heard it.
In the middle of the stone room lay the Atropath, or what's left of him. His body was mostly eaten as his head was the only thing left untouched. Kelvin swears as Natalia searches the body for anything of value. She found a piece of paper with an imperial seal, it says that if the ship was boarded do not contact help. It was written in the colonel's handwriting. Anger grew in me as I punch a wall, why must everything go to shit!?
With the traitor...
Bronzeborn was walking with the head cultist of the army, Jundras Daemon-arm. The cultist's stone arm holding an Autogun as Broneborn led him to the vault, a place where he keeps all his treasures and gelds. He would be a fool to fight them as they have a bigger army and better forces than his. He would return to imperial space and make up a story about valiantly fighting them only for his cowardly forces to retreat.
He opens the vault and beings to leave, before getting shot in the head. "You really think I was going to let you live? HA! fat chance." He said in an old rough voice.
He orders his men to load the booty unto the ships, they had gotten what they came for.
Somewhere else...
Captain Jero Gunther fought beside his elite marines as they fire a Stubber on a wheeled kitchen tray down a corridor, getting scores of dead traitors. He then headed to the emergency Astropath, only to find him being eaten at the last second by a Beastman Caprigor. Gunther shot him with his Lasgun and blinded the beast, he and the crew turned the mobile Stubber around and fire hot lead at him causing a lot of damage to the torso and head. Gunther activated a weaker but still useable distress beacon. It releases a powerful sonar that went lightyears away.
Somewhere in space...
The Eternal Crusader was travelling in space. In it was High Marshel Helbreact listening Linken Loyalist at full blast as they speed through the warp trying to find things to kill. He was still pissed after the podcast, not because of the Emperor but at himself for going against his will. Now he has to deal with all sorts of Abhuman and Mutant crewmembers, the ones he hates the least were the Ratlings and Felinds for their stronger resemblance to humans. The ones he hated the most but also respected the most were the Beastmen auxiliaries. While unruly and unclean they make excellent meat shields, as well as good shock troops and brawlers, their faith in the Emperor, is also something to admire by as it's equal to the Black Templars own.
He then got a distress beacon not too far away, he ordered that the fleet heads there now. In the fleet were the flagship and 5 battle barges at the ready as well as 2 Light Cruisers belonging to the Crusader Houses of the Imperium, only used when the Black Templars have to convert planets without violence.
He orders that the boarding crafts of all ships be prepared and ready to launch at a moments notice. The fleet goes even faster as it runs over several Daemons in the Warp.
The ship counts down a warp timer. "Warp jump completed in 3...2...1...0" They appear right in front of a battle, they could see the traitor's ships turning about to see them.
To Andel again...
He looks out to see the Black Templars firing at the ships as the boarding parties retreat from the vessels. The Daemonettes have already disappeared 5 minutes ago for unknown reasons. He went down the hallways to see the captain decapitating a chaos soldier with a chain sword. Behind him were Juno and Jake white holding a Stubber in their hands. I point out the gothic windows with my metal hands to show them of the Space Marines. The entire ship cheers as one of the traitor ships are split in half by a macro cannon.
Hours later in the war room...
After the death of the Colonel, there was a vacuum no one wanted to fill as he had sent them to their doom and may have already seeded plans to corrupt them. Even though they were baptized by the Sisters, Crusaders and even the Black Templars, they still needed hope. I suggest we go to a nearby shrine world for a full non-lethal cleanse. They all agreed and elected me as the acting Colonel for now.
I radically changed the regimental doctrine to fit with the introductions of the new Beastmen Bovigor support companies from the Black Templars, as a way to legally get rid a few of them, armed with their gauntlet mounted Twin-Linked Stubbers and a shoulder-mounted light mortar they make great assault troops. The Crusaders were also the same ones from Athena and were impressed with my imperial duty, they gave me a platoon's worth of Crusaders as bodyguards. The Black Templars then received a distress call from a nearby Imperial world and went their way.
The critically damaged ship took a detour and landed on a shrine world called Acrerina, where a company of Sisters of Battle were waiting for us.
On the surface on the shrine world of Axrina III...
Landing at the planet's capital city, a highly urbanised area that basically is a flat Hive that goes downward, I was met by the Hospitaller Order of The White Flame. They led us to the hospital district, helping us replenish numbers and heal wounds. They will also repair the ship which will take 5 months, meaning we will be stuck here for some time. I explore the place, finding out that this grass planet has a lone watchful Warmonger-Class Emperor titan roaming nearby in a very wide-open field. I crouched on a nearby hill and observed the massive metal war machine with my binoculars to see it was pulling a large plough, where a woman with orange hair and freckles planted seeds into the ground. I zoom in onto her face only for my binocular to run out of battery, must have forgotten to charge it. I head back to the city.
With Jess...
Jessica Parker could only be in awe at the number of buildings in gothic form. The houses and cathedrals were filled with holy Sisters as well as dutiful Crusaders. This was the first time she had ever been on a shrine world before and by the Emperor was it clean!
She passes by some communal baths filled with well-endowed women and men, a hospital with state of the art medicine and medical tools, a tank foundry producing a white variant of the Leman Russ with holy Flamers in the sponsons, a statue of the Emperor and several entrances to underground housing communities. She walks up a tall watchtower facing the grasslands to see endless plains and the occasional farm.
Whispers come to my ears, I could not understand it as it speaks in an alien language. It turns into a song as I hum to it, my hips slowly swaying. Unaware of the black eyes watching me from the warp, smiling.
With Ayla...
Washing a Daemon's bodily fluids is not an easy thing to do, they get everywhere and are really sticky. Daemonettes hit me from afar with their tainted sperm as I swallow one by accident. Then a Fiend of Slannesh appeared and released its musk amongst us, spreading their corruption. After the battle, we had to be stripped and washed with cold buckets of water. Then the whippings came, 50 to be exact. During that, I could have sworn my sister had a smile. Finally was a baptism as we were brought underwater as a priest chants to us.
But the Daemon fluids remains on me, sperm in my fucking ass. My anger could reach to that of my father, who can go epically mad. I was currently inside of a shower in her room, the barracks co-ed communal showers was not a great place to be at the moment. I unload a bottle of Imperial Daemon cleaner and inserted the tube. I press the bottle as a pink liquid comes forth and burns the sperm, it's a painless warmth. After a while, I redress and brush my teeth. I look into the mirror and see unholy blackness in my eyes, I blinked to see them turn back to white and green. I shudder at what I just saw.
Back with John...
Underground was a huge complex of hospitals and orphanages, filled to the brim with Hospitallers. The Oder of The White Flame was notorious for being the biggest Hospitaller in the galaxy and having integrated Crusader houses. They were always at a minimum capacity of 5 million per hive because of the amount of trade and warships that pass through this system. They are in between Cadia and Vostroya, two of their biggest patients.
The rest of the underground concrete complex had a large armoury that was filled to the brim with all sorts of imperial weaponry. Even deeper was the Underhive, where black-market medical deals thrive. Mostly from Hospitallers who really need funds for their churches.
I enter a holy bar and ordered a bottle of beer, the Sister of Battle nods and pours me a drink as I watched Imperial news.
"In other news, the Tau have begun raiding campaigns and have already stolen much Imperial equipment." It shows a squad of Tau fighting a squad of Guardsmen.
Something has them spooked to do something this bold, they actually attack the Ultramarines in their first attack. Granted they lost and suffered heavy loses but the fact that they fought their for 5 months straight was still worrisome. Even Farsight of all people condemns these raids through a diplomatic meeting.
I empty my bottle and paid, leaving a good tip. I travelled to the grasslands to find recently ploughed fields and hundreds of farmers watering the seeds from before. From what I learned from these people is that the Titan and red-haired woman came to this planet centuries before, helping these people grow crops to eat as the systems here and nearby Agri-worlds were all busy providing food for the Armageddon wars.
The Titan's weaponry were two large Gatling cannons, the torso had extra armour making more akin to an Imperator-class, it had four Heavy artillery platforms with triple-barreled Baskalisk cannons using a rotary system for a continuous stream of shells. It's blue eyes shine they way at night, while its chest is filled to the brim with Heavy Bolters.
The woman, named by the locals Emma, wore a grey robe with leather gloves. Underneath she wore a tank top with cotton leggings. Her face was covered by a black bandanna. Her eyes were shining bright violet. She also had freckles.
I sat on a raised hill with a PDF bunker underneath and enjoy the view as well as the cold wind. The peace and quiet was a welcome change to the battles. I fell asleep, going into another memory.
Somewhere in the barracks...
Earlier, Andel found Kiri running up to him, crying and saying she doesn't want to lose him. He hugged her and said that he will never leave her. He asked John for full guardianship of the child. He agreed considering he didn't really do anything. Andel then brought her to their temporary room and helped her braid her hair.
Now he was fine-tuning his mask as his optics have been bugging up. Hayden was nowhere to be seen so he had to do this by himself. He locked his room door, with Kiri hanging out with Natalia. He took off his mask and began using a screwdriver to fix the zoom, not knowing of his stalkers.
With the Wychs...
Mary peered into the room to see Andek take off his mask. She was shocked to see that behind that mask was an Eldar Ranger, with a scar on his neck. He had blue eyes and brown hair. His fair skin had patches of sweet on them. He screws the mask as Mary walks away, both curious and relief that Kiri is under Eldar protection.
In John's mind...
I walk across a shaking metal hallway in a massive Gloriana-Class Carrier ship. For the past few thousand years, a lot of things happened.
The Age of Technology gave my brother the best shit to work on, making his own designs of Men of Bronze. These Men of Bronze were Men of Iron but with built-in emotional sensors. He gave them a special computer chip that allows a young soul from the warp to inhibit the metal shell. They would become in a sense more human than their Iron counterparts. During the beginning of strife, I hid them until humanity needed them again.
The Age of Strife was the worst part of my life as I had to witness the fall of a good friend, the imprisonment of another and finally the moral degradation of demigod. Jane, or Slannesh, was first as after seeing Earth collapse and suffering nightmares of the Dark Eldar she became broken. She constantly suicides until her soul ascended through the pain, she would soon feel the pleasure of her deaths all at once and become a Chaos God. She would still keep her memories, but her soul was now locked within a warp prison within her body.
Isha was second as Slannesh, I call her Sally, wanted her sister to join her to spread pleasure to all races. Isha will do it on one condition, no harm shall come to anyone. Sally agreed as a bit of her old soul still existed. But that piece soon was buried as Nurgle, entranced by Isha, kidnapped her and left Sally one of her fingers as a show of authority. This would forever break her as she makes a promise to herself to save Isha, even if it meant her destruction.
Edward was the last but was also the worst. Even before his fall, he showed signs of loose morals as he unnecessarily broke a man's faith, he raised children yet show no love, he even destroys a continent, Scandinavia, for their worship of Chaos. He raised each child to be a weapon of war, not having plans for their great potential civil use. Yet I still follow him, why? Because he gave me a child to raise, his daughter.
Now while he never cared for his sons that much, his daughter was different. Since he ran out of unique powerful helixes to use, he used Isha's and Sally's DNA. I was really dumbfounded at the time as I really never thought he would stoop so low to steal his wives' DNA. The result was a daughter that shared his flowing locks of hair, Isha's personality and Sally's body. Her face resembles that of her mothers yet she had her dad's eyes. While not affording her that much love, he had enough to give me guardianship of her thanks to her resemblance to her mothers. Her name was Grace, the Matriarch and the 21st.
She was quite a woman as she grew up, always reading books while listing to metal rock. She had Isha's healing touch and Sally's agility. She wore a very tight tank top, to my dismay, and cargo pants under a suit of armour that was designed for maximum protection with a high emphasis on practicality. It'd looked really plain but was very strong as even concentrated Melta fire from 50 different guns cannot scratch the surface. Her coat of arms was a goat's head on a purple base with golden trims.
Her relations to her brothers were mixed all around.
She got along well with Horus and Sanguinius, not surprising since they get along with everyone.
Magnus the Red loved her liked a little sister, with her interest with books and technology of old being fridge benefits.
Rogal Dorn accepted her as a sister while also praising her practicalness. Her extensive usage of swears did make him worry a bit on her mental health.
Perturabo had the strangest relations with her. At first, he would be somewhat racist to her, but over time she would win over his favour with books on architecture as well as miniatures of his designs. She would always help him make plans for any public works in their spare time and both greatly enjoyed each others company. He would even go as far as to call her his best sibling.
Vulcan was impressed by how his sister made a highly advance armour yet had designed to be unassuming. She also was one of the few who enjoyed his spine shattering hugs. He gifted her a master-crafted power sword that can unleash a wave of lighting across the battlefield.
Leman Russ was by fat her favourite as they always get mistaken for twins for their excessive rowdy and lewd behaviour. Bjorn also had a great relationship with his aunt for her help tutoring him on romantic poetry.
Fulgrim was by far the worst as they both are on different spectrums when it comes to anything. Fulgrim's need for perfection was always at odds with Grace's practicalness. They get into fights a lot with Ferrus Manus breaking them up, usually by words.
Konrad Curze was probably the one she scolds the most. His usage of terror tactics against imperial citizens made her really uncomfortable and she had done all she can to change this. Her biggest and probably only success was her suggestion of reformation, something Konrad had deemed possible.
The rest was pretty much neutral.
Her legion is made of women who all had lost a child at birth, each filled with unused motherly instinct. This was so that the human auxiliaries soldiers amongst them respected and looked to them for hope. They make extensive use of air superiority, something the other legions make no use of. For every 10 Space Marine, there was a Gunship that can be called upon. They also make great use of diplomacy, saving countless lives by shear words alone. It was for these traits that they were called, The Valkyries. Her legion also made use of jetpacks to go behind enemy lines and cause havoc.
Their armour hasn't changed from their male counterparts, except with an extended cheat for deflecting rounds off. They did have more room for their carapace armour, granting extra protection and mobility.
Because she was taken care of by me, she wasn't amongst her brothers when Edra, being the mother she is, spread them far and wide across the galaxy. So I, with Edward, scoured space to find them. Raising her was quite experience as she was raised like an ordinary child while also being thought of her purpose. The result was a humble woman who desires nothing more than the protection of her people.
I continue to walk through the ship as I finally reached the bridge. The ship's door open for me as I look around. The sounds of gunfire muffled.
"CAPTIAN ON DECK!" A voice shouted as men and women stood up and saluted me. I saluted back and wen to sit in my seat. I look out to see an Eldar Craftworld firing it's guns at us, to no effect. We had intercepted a call of help from a nearby Forge world being under attack, what we found was two Craftworlds scouring the planet looking for something. I brought out a ledger on maiden worlds that were colonised by the Imperium, this was one of them.
I hail for a parley, after a few attempts it succeeds. They ask that the humans leave this would or else the will burn it to the ground. So I asked that they're willing to burn Soulstones as well? Their death threats stop as they realise I spoke the truth. I made a compromise, the Forge world shall harvest all the stones and will deliver it to an Eldar ship while the Eldar will leave this world alone. They accepted as my fighters and bombers stop harassing them.
Grace was with me at the time and saw the value of diplomacy. She used the god-like charisma she got from her dad to charm armies to lay down arms and threaten powerful warlords to a life of farming. She was also a capable fighter, swinging her sword and amputating opponents. She also had a large tower shield with an inbuilt void shield making her even more well-protected.
My mind wanders again, this time to the Horus heresy. All I could see was Edward lay crippled by his son. Before I could explore any further, I woke up with a massive headache and bleeding nose. I took a painkiller and went to the Hospitallers for help. Passing by some of my Beastmen praying in a chapel next to the hospital.
Somewhere in space...
Jundras Daemon-arm was not having a good day. First, his Daemonettes betray them, two of his ships were destroyed, his men were on the verge of rebellion and the throne geld they stole were minuscule. This would not bode well with Slannesh.
He orders the men and women that are still alive start replenishing their numbers by breeding, the Beastmen will help. He goes to a alter decorated with dead babies. He prays to Slannesh for help in these trying times. Instead of an answer, he gets laughter as the alter crumbles down. He turns around to see his followers with knives and weapons drawn at the ready. Realising that he was about to be killed he ran away from them only to be crushed by a Beastman's hammer.
The cultists chose a woman amongst their ranks, Helina Breasts. They choose her because she gave birth to most of them and her mutations, 4 G-cup breasts with nipple mouths. She ordered them to set a course to the nearest Daemon world, they need new Daemons.
Also in space...
Drifting in space was a Blood Axe Warship making its way to a nearby WAAAAGH that was being formed by Warboss Gitsmasha. In the ship were 1,000 trained and drilled Ork Kommandos armed with the best gear they could forge. They were the vanguard to 50,000 undisciplined Orks. The Warp drive was about to be ready for a jump.
"ROIGHT THEN, WHO STOLE ME ZOGGIN CHOPPA!?" An Ork yelled as he checked his gear. All the other Orks looked at each other and shrugged. "IF I FIND OUT WHO STOLE ME CHOPPA HE GONNA GET ZOGGED UP! YOU HEAR ME!?" They nod, not wanting to gain the ire from the Kommando.
The Warp drive was finally ready as the ship makes its way through hell itself while also carrying its own kind of hell.
Omake (CANON)
In the warp...
Keeper of Secrets Helixina just got back after betraying her so-called Master. She rode on a Feind to her actual master's flesh palace, smelling its delightful musk from its equine genital. She arrives to find her Lady sitting on her throne very sad while being raped by comforting Daemonettes. She continues to sulk as her favourite things to do, using Khorne's Chainaxe as a sex toy, transforming Eldar souls into Daemonettes, eating ass, trying to release Isha and finding the Hospitaller are not available at the moment thanks to a fucking anti-warp storm.
"Mother." Helixina bows to her Mother as the Feind she rode on rapes her. "We corrupted the sisters and found the father." Slannesh face goes shocked then smiles. She grabs one of her children and eats hers, the child giggles as her body is broken and eaten. She appears nearby, alive and wanting more.
"So he still lives? Good, now we can begin phase 2." She stands up and walks to the balcony, looking into a vast orgy filled with her children. "Oh, and tell the Daemonettes at Khaine's gate to stop attacking, I need all my legions." Helixina nods and commands her beast to carry her to the brass rally horn that was next to Slannesh. Today was such a good day. She threw herself into the crowd, participating in the blood orgy.
End of Chapter 7
