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Chapter 4- Decent of the Sinner
It was not long until the dawn came upon Port Sanctuary the attacks all but ceased upon the small ruined building. The defenders within stood grimly as the last of the traitor guardsmen stopped moving. All watched the surrounding square with tired eyes; all except that is, for Sister Superior Joan. She strode in her curved baroque power armor with her blade drawn and a warm word of support and praise to both her Sisters and the Sergeant Harror's men. All watched the coffee haired woman fondly and protectively where ever she went. All tried to imitate her vigor, few even remotely matched the beautiful Sister's potent resolve.
Aurea breathed out a sigh of relief as the wounded Grenadier that had been Sister Tynea's other took up a position numbly at the large shattered window that had once been solid stone. Tordaes kept glancing at her when ever he thought her not looking, perhaps he was concerned? Even then, Aurea did not dwell upon it. The thought of the faceless Sister that Sister Joan had described being punished for her-vices-and the natural results of such desires made her cold to the core. Still the mental twinge of Sister Geena seemed to break her cold concentration and prayers to notice the man's concerned glances.
To ignore his latest glance she looked out into the charnel house that was the square. The bodies of close to a full company lay bleeding into the rubble strewn cobble stones. They had been hardly dangerous despite several losses. Even the autocannon had been drawn back. Why they had done this when they clearly had the numbers and the weaponry to effortlessly overrun the tiny force of Imperial soldiers. Aurea saw the horizon begin to turn orange as dawn broke through the gray clouds that hung over Port Sanctuary like a heavy blanket. She smiled as the sun crested and began it's golden ascent into the sky, it appeared the Emperor was pleased with the Sisters.
The sunlight shone through the shattered, yet still noble, arched gothic windows of the large church and the squad as one took knee on what ever they stood for all knew what they must say at this moment. Knee pads zealously hit mud, shattered cement, and broken stone in one sudden movement. Weapons met with the ground in time with their knees; pommels, bolters, and meltagun faced the beautiful sunrise in a reverent show of devotion. Each Sororitas bowed her head whether it was armored or uncovered to be touched by a faint breeze that stirred the hair to their weapon; and as one they spoke.
"Praise the God-Emperor, our Father and Savior. For He shines His radiant light upon us this morn so that our spirits be lifted and our souls strengthened with resolve. Hail the Emperor! Thank the Emperor, our Father, for with this sunrise for He lights His enemies for our Holy Fury to purify and punish! Love the Emperor for He has granted us the sight to cast down his foes! And if we fall today, we fall into His arms and we shall know happiness in the fulfillment of our duty! With this sunrise the Emperor deliver us our holy duty! In the Emperor's name."
Through out the sermon their voices had rose in volume until they were near shouting but on their final line all fell to a hushed tone of reverence and immediately upon finish, fell silent. The wind blew around the Sororitas as each opened her eyes from prayer prepared and eager to meet the Heretics that day. The morning hymn never failed to invigorate Aurea or any of the others, especially when the Emperor directed them to the Heretics they must fight.
Aurea felt Geena's… fondness in a wave of emotion. The bond had only grown by leaps and bounds through the night and Geena seemed to constantly watch Aurea. She smiled within her helmet even as the memories of Geena's corpse and Tynea's glistening eyes flashed through her head. The dawn had come and reinforcements had been requested. Aurea fully felt satisfaction that the foe would be crushed this day.
The heavy guttural rumblings of well managed engines and the trundle of tank treads brought her attention to their left flank. Both she and Tordaes looked to the flank hopefully, with reinforcements they could leave the death trap that the church provided. Geena flickered again.
Sister, I sense the darkness…it is… it is reaching for something. For… her voice cut off and Aurea scanned her mind for the spirit. It was no where to be found and she shivered. The darkness was reaching? What in the Emperor's name could that mean? Was she slipping farther into the madness that she was sure was beginning to grip her psyche? She heard a slight laugh and glanced at Tordaes.
His armored form was waving out of one of the windows, a very foolish action in Aurea's opinion since the enemy could have sharp shooters sitting out among the dead. He turned back to her and motioned as his voice crackled to her.
"Our reinforcements are here, including a bunch of your Sisters." He said happily. "Probably a full platoon of the 86th with the support of another Rhino full of yours."
She nodded in agreement, though she knew it was probably by mere chance that a full platoon had been split off from the battle line to support them here. The thunder of distance shells brought her attention back to the window just as Sister Joan crackled in her helmet.
"Sisters, a full squad of Celestians has joined us. You will follow their orders as if they were my own if they speak to you." Aurea's eyes widened within her helmet. A squad of Celestians should have been in the thickest of fighting, not a small strong point. Two Sisters in helmets she did not know stalked into the room and went above to the landing where she had ended Tynea's young life. They had hardly glanced at the Tordaes and herself, their movements had been fluid and the bright white helmets showed their elitism and title of Celestians.
The Sister who followed them made Aurea's insides turn to ice. The Sharp nosed Celestian that had punished Lea looked at her coolly. Her eyes echoed their arrogance yet her features were the definition of serene. She smiled as she found Aurea and the ice in her stomach turned fiery. The Celestian strode forward.
"I have heard a very disturbing rumor, Sister." She said tightly. She had not even remotely glanced at Tordaes, who appeared to be trying to will himself invisible, since entering the room. Aurea faced the Sister and bowed her head.
"I do not know what you speak of, Sister." She replied calmly.
The woman smiled. It lacked mirth and her eyes glittered as she stared at Aurea. "You haven't heard it? Then let me tell you." Her tone become conversational and light, but her eyes remained colder than ice. "I over heard from your blasphemous Sister that you seem to be having an eye for men." She smiled again. "I hope you are prepared for a penance that will set you screaming, Sister." She spoke the word with such mock respect that Aurea felt the urge to strike the gray haired Celestian.
Tordaes suddenly shook his head. "Excuse me, Sister. But Sister Aurea here has not done anything wrong. In fact she has shown more bravery than any this past night." He bowed his head slowly. "She even was forced to give the Emperor's Peace to one of her fellow Sisters when the foe maimed her beyond any healing we could supply." He said regrettably.
The Celestian glanced at the man and sneered. "I have done such acts and given such gifts many times, Trooper. It is only within her duty. It does not require the stroking of ego."
Aurea saw the glistening eyes of Tynea again and shuddered. Why? Tynea whispered in her head. Aurea nearly shuddered and hopelessly wished Geena were there to comfort her. The Celestian turned around from the silent Grenadier and smiled once more.
"I will volunteer to coerce the sin out of you, Sister." She said warmly. Aurea did not know what she had done to personally anger the grey haired Sister but she knew that she would very likely die under the Celestian's hand.
She swallowed and bowed her head once more. "I accept any penance placed upon me by my Sisters." Where was Geena!
The Celestian nodded with hungry satisfaction. "Yes you will, Sister." She said with a sneer in her words and turned on her booted heel and strode out of the room. Aurea watched her go and knew that Lea could have been muttering to herself but it was very likely the Celestian had found her and had extracted the information. Aurea suddenly had the strong urge to find her friend and make sure she was still breathing.
Tordaes let out a shout but the sudden explosion that threw Aurea against the wall and dropped her armored form to the floor. Shouts echoed within her helmet as she shakily stood and saw Tordaes dragging himself over to her while clutching his leg. Smoke filled the air and the sounds of gunfire and dropping shells and the chatter of weapon fire filled her ears.
"Aurea!" Tordaes shouted as he grabbed her armored shoulders and dragged her up. Another volley of explosives suddenly rained down upon the church and Aurea could hear men scream. Tordaes grunted in pain as he threw himself atop her and the floor bounced. She saw his blood suddenly spatter her visor as his wet gloved hand touched it.
"Are you alive?" He muttered with sadness. "Emperor, don't take this one. Not yet." The words warmed Aurea and stole the chill the Celestian had left her with. She rolled him off of her gently and crouched in front of him and raised her bolter. She smiled within her helmet-damn what the grey haired Sister had to say-Tordaes had suddenly given her sentiment and it was not unejoyable. If she was to die in penance for her feelings then she would. But the man's words of concern were touching and that was all that mattered.
"Grab your gun, can you walk?" She asked.
He found his gun near him and both watched a two dozen Traitor Guardsmen rush up towards the hole in the wall. Tordaes hefted him self to a knee with a pained grunt just as Aurea squeezed her trigger. Two heretics fell to the ground in sprays of blood and bone as her shots found their deadly marks. Tordaes laughed.
"Sister Aurea, you must have the Emperor's luck and hand upon you! That blast should have torn you to pieces!"
That was when Aurea noticed the wall where she and Tordaes had been standing was nothing but rubble and fallen. The shell that had been meant to terminate the room should have killed her. It was a pure miracle that she was alive. She refocused on the battle just as two of the heretics rushed the gap in the building. She shot them down and ten more replaced them Aurea was about to shout for reinforcements just as Sister Superior Joan rushed into the room. The dark eyed woman shot a man who stumbled into the gap with a precise shot and shouted over the radio.
"Sisters! To me! The foe approaches! To me, Sisters!" She saw where Aurea knelt on the floor firing and smiled. "Sister Aurea, stand next to me and let us bring the Emperors justice to the Great Traitor."
Aurea was inspired with a warm budding sensation within her breast and nodded. With Joan at their lead they would never falter or fail. Lea and Dianna rushed into the room snarling. Aurea stood and moved into the gap at the right hand of Joan. What she saw caused a holy anger to suddenly leap into her gut. The square was filled with heretics and drifting among them were no less than twelve Traitor Astartes. The servants of Chaos marched on them some howling in glee but the Astartes only thundered forward.
"Sisters!" Joan shouted as Tordaes fired into the crowd that descended upon them. "Purify the heretic! Purge the Traitor!"
The thunder from the all the weapons within the house going off was deafening. Large hulking traitors with tattoos twisting up their bodies fell in a great collapse as heavy weapon fire tore them to pieces. The left flank was secured by the platoon of Imperial Guard and their heavy weapons were creating piles of dead. But the horde continued to push across the torn soil and march over their fallen and wounded eagerly and unheeding of the wounded who were trampled to death.
Tordaes shouted a curse and a heretic fell. The horde was upon them, they had felled a dozen, two dozen, but it did not reduce the mob of frothing heretics that chanted for their blood. Aurea shot her bolter until the clip was empty and saw the massive armored form of a Traitor Astartes suddenly break out of the mob and lead the charge upon them. His dark blue power armor bore bronze working and an eight pointed star of Chao upon his chest. His shoulder pad bore nothing but a skull with fangs on a twisting purple background and he raised a chainsword and pointed at the Sororitas and the heretics and cultists rushed forward at his command. Joan raised her blade and shouted as clear as if she were an angel sent from the heavens.
"For the Emperor!"
Guns were dropped and the ancient blade that had hung so faithfully within its scabbard on Aurea's side slid out with an eager hiss. Her pistol raised and she shot a heretic through the chest in a splatter of gore and bone. She smiled. Penance would not claim her life. Only battle would.
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Rhodar slaughtered Guardsmen as if they were children. Not that they were much more than such to one such as he. His blade screamed in pleasure as it tore souls from men's bodies with each body ruining swing, the daemon within the sword moaned and cried for more. Rhodar smiled. He would give the daemon a feast. His radio crackled.
"My Lord, the Imperial whores are holding off our attack at the building."
Rhodar kicked a man in the chest and the soldier tumbled over the ground his organs and bones pulverized by the mighty blow. He turned around as his two guards took up defending positions around him.
"What of our Sorceress? Is she prepared to summon our prize?"
Men screamed around him, high and shrill their cries were as his four Shadow Lords butchered them eagerly. He had only been testing the strength and will of the Imperial toys within the church and upon the deduction that they could hold against most of the cultists with out taking heavy casualties he had brought out his small warband of Shadow Lords. The mere twenty two marines was a pitiful amount to call a warband. But the fact was the World Eaters had slaughtered most of his men. Rhodar growled in impatience as the Sergeant failed to respond.
"Well?" he growled out finally.
"My Lord, she says there is some kind of interference. She says it is as if there is another fighting the Daemon and distracting it from it's summoning."
Rhodar spat and cut his tongue on his fang-like teeth. "I will come to you. Tell our little witch to prepare to summon allies. I want this church taken as soon as possible." He turned to his squad and motioned. "End this play and follow me."
Rhodar smiled as he threw one of the cultists out of his way. The little witch Laufeia would bring him victory and none of his men would need to die.
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Laufeia L'Amia watched Lord Rhodar charge into the fighting that crowded the church and smiled as one of her guards moved up next to her. The massive armored man was one of two personal guards from the Shadow Lords and both stood at her flanks resembling terrifying guardians of their dark mistress. Lord Rhodar wanted daemons. He wanted the daemon. She knew that was the only possible answer for the massive psychic pull to the church. It hungered and it pulled for her. But someone, an Imperial psyker perhaps, was resisting it's will to be released.
Laufeia was furious over the interference of the rotting god's servants but she smiled for the daemon wanted her not Rhodar. It was almost too good to be true.
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"There is only the Emperor and He is our shield and Protector!"
The squad shouted their prayers to the Emperor as Herror's men rushed into the fray. It was intense and heretics fell to the squad in great droves and piled up only to be dragged away by eager traitors seeking death. Herror's men may have been slightly late but the four Grenadiers were badly needed. Tordaes fought next to Joan with a looted axe and was defending the beloved Sister's side. Aurea had her right and could often see Joan's face smiling as she slaughtered men and was joined by the two Celestians that had gone upstairs. They fought next to her and followed her commands. Celestians! Joan only took it in stride and continued to fight.
Aurea fought and killed passionately and threw herself against whole squads that tried to take the holy church. She would not die by the Celestian's hand. If the feelings within her breast were correct her feelings for Tordaes, especially after his words, were growing quickly and she was certain it was not Geena's doing. She would not die as punishment for affection, she would die in battle. She would fall smiling, not weeping.
A Traitor Astartes cut down heretic guardsmen to get to the Imperial soldiers. His face was angular and handsome but was twisted by a lustful snarl that contained pointed fang teeth. He laughed maliciously as he cut a Grenadier in two and smiled. His serrated teeth glistened and another Astartes moved up next to him. Joan and the Celestians charged them with out question. The Sororitas lived to fight the Foe. The marine guard of the mighty Traitor leapt forward and Joan was quickly engaged as the two Celestians fought the laughing giant.
The fight was brutal and the lord laughed as he beheaded one Sister and grunted as the second rammed her bolter into his chest and fired. He did not fall. His guard was not as lucky. Joan was cold faced as her blade worked on the giant man in front of her and it was not long until she had brought him to one mighty knee with a dozen bloody wounds seeping blood down his armor. He stared at her and she smiled as she rammed her blade through the Traitors neck. The Lord had tossed the second Sister away and swung his blade at Sister Superior Joan's head. Aurea yelled. Joan ducked.
The mighty blade passed mere centimeters over her head and buried deeply into the already dead marine. Joan tumbled backwards as the return swipe cut through the spot she had been ducking at. Her blade was gone and she faced the grinning lord defiant of her fate. He swung and suddenly screamed as his arm melted into slag and his flesh burnt and his chest plate began to whine under the pressure of the attack. The lord fell back and Lea let out a loud prayer as she lowered her smoking meltagun and moved to Sister Joan's side with a grim air. Joan once more took it in stride, she appeared out of place in the bloody melee around her in her serenity, and removed her blade from the dead Astartes and led another charge with each of her Sisters prayers chanting on their lips.
Aurea wanted to laugh as she gutted another man. Sister Joan was defiant at the face of death and not once faltered in her deadly dance. Aurea fought next to her Sister eagerly. With Joan at their lead they would die murdering the Foe and laughing all the while.
"Sisters! For the Emperor!" Joan shouted. It was as if they were in a ballad. Only in reality friends died and Aurea was reminded of this brutally.
Dianna suddenly let out a scream and Aurea spun around, Dianna had been guarding her flank. The massive Traitor had smashed through the wall and was holding the struggling Sister up by an arm. Aurea rushed forward and rammed her blade through a heretic who was unlucky enough to be caught in her righteous path. Dianna was struggling as two shots ricocheted off of the heavy armor of the Traitor and Joan yelled from the melee behind Aurea. The raven haired woman shoved her combat knife into his fist and the giant rammed his chainsword into Dianna's stomach in response to the desperate attack.
"Dianna!" Aurea screamed as her path cleared of living foes and she watched her Sister's body be eviscerated.
Dianna screamed as the blades tore into her armor and ate through it with out resistance. Her blood sprayed on the dark cerulean armor of the traitor as she died. Her legs kicked futilely as her fate was sealed and the sword ate through her breast, spine, heart, and ripped through her left shoulder in a spray of gore. Her screams were gone and the giant tossed her corpse aside.
His skull-like helmet stared at her coldly. Aurea was panting as Dianna joined Geena and Tynea in her mind. Aurea's mind was blank as a rage touched her unlike any fervor or anger. It blinded her and brought a scream from deep within her throat. She charged the giant and felt him swat at her and rebound. His blade had not cut the armor, another impossible chance. Perhaps the Emperor was watching her.
She pointed her pistol at him and her shot blew a bloody hole in his abdomen. He swung at her uncaring of neither his wound nor the life blood that seeped down his deep azure armor. Aurea ducked and rolled over fallen soldiers and came up just as the Traitor slammed his foot into her stomach. Her still tender ribs snapped and she screamed as she tumbled into the legs of several heretics. Blows rang on her as she was tossed around and lost her blade in the painful blur of the assault upon her. A man tried to stab her but fell in half atop her she found her blade under the bottom half of the man and gripped the hilt eagerly. She painfully shoved herself to kneel on the dead and saw the massive Traitor throw another tattooed heretic away from her. He was intent on having her death be his.
She snapped her blade out in a lightning fast attack at the knee joint. The chain sword fell towards her just as she felt the power sword cut through ancient power armor and eat hungrily through the mortal flesh held within. The giant dropped to a knee and the sword sheared a heretic in half behind her. Aurea raised her pistol and craned her neck up to see his helmet even kneeling he towered over her small form. Aurea did not blink or falter, she only uttered a prayer to the Emperor and squeezed the trigger.
The helmet exploded and half of the giant's head was gone in a spray of blood, armor, and bone. He tumbled over and she dragged herself to her feet. She had killed several Traitor Astartes in her life, but never in the gore spattered fervor of hand-to-hand combat. Aurea saw Sister Joan approach her. Joan smiled.
"Sister Aurea, you are blessed this day. Those attacks the Traitor dealt you would have cut any of us to pieces." She saw Dianna's body and sighed sadly. "May the Emperor welcome her to his heaven." Joan turned her coffee colored eyes upon the recovering heretics that had retreated. "Sisters." She spoke quietly but each heard and heeded her. "Slay them all. No mercy, no prisoners. Slaughter them all."
Aurea was in pain but she turned eagerly and began to stalk towards the heretics. Her mind suddenly quaked and Geena was within her. The sudden mental intrusion forced her to lean heavily into the stone wall. Tordaes was moving forward with two other Grenadiers as Joan spoke but Aurea could not hear words. The shining light that was within her head was shutting her off from the physical world.
Sister! The darkness wants us! Geena screamed. Or seemed to scream, the urgency was emotion and the volume was causing Aurea's blood to vibrate within her veins and her breaths to come short and fast. You are a psyker! Or at least have a trace of the Emperor's power within you! Geena screamed.
I do not and am not! Aurea replied in terror. She could feel sudden tears on her cheeks. She would shoot herself and end her existence this moment if it were true. The thought of her being a psyker caused her to drop to her knees and start muttering prayers the battle utterly forgot. She did not notice as Tordaes grabbed her and started shouting for help.
You are, Aurea! It is drawing the darkness! Geena screamed. Fight it! Emperor, save our souls!
I am not! She screamed within the ethereal hallways of her mind. How can I be! I was tested! I never was!
Geena was panicked and gripped in horror as she spoke again. You were not before. I believe it was at the death of Tynea. Oh, Emperor, save us! She cried. It comes! I cannot fight it any more!
I am not… Aurea whispered. Not me… I have served faithfully. I have murdered faithfully!
Strong hands yanked off her helmet as her body twisted and fought at the handling. She saw bright sunlight and blinked away tears as Sister Joan, Sister Lea, and Trooper Tordaes struggled and shouted at her. Only she could not hear their words as her mind was busy screaming and drowned out all other noise. Something roared at her and she watched one of the Grenadiers topple backwards in a spray of life blood as the dark blue armored Astartes smashed into them.
Sister! Geena cried as Lea was tossed out of Aurea's sight. Fight it! Please! Only you can! Aurea wanted to scream for her as Geena begged within her head. She wanted to see the platinum haired woman's scarred smile once more. Joan stabbed a blue armored warrior in the throat and suddenly she was yanked screaming into the midst of the enemy. Tordaes fought above her, his heavy las pistol blasting.
Geena was weeping and wailing as another presence suddenly intruded upon her and ripped her attention away from the battle in front of her. This new imposition made her eyes roll into her head and the sight of her comrades fighting was taken by darkness as a new foe dominated her mind wickedly. Geena screamed and a massive grasping shadow tore at her armored form and looked down upon both Geena and Aurea hungrily. The darkness smiled at her.
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Laufeia L'Amia tumbled to the churned ground as a mental presence like none she had felt before bombarded her. The single Shadow Lord marine rushed forward and gathered her into his massive armored arms. Even as she convulsed in his arms a sudden thought occurred to her. The marine was supposed to be a watchful eye upon her. But he and the only other marine that was present in her company had begun to follow her reverently. Almost as if they trusted her above even the arrogant bastard Rhodar.
Her thoughts were broken as she her hand shot out towards the Imperial position as the psychic beacon roared to her and an unseen presence grabbed at her while fighting. It fought and she could hear a woman screaming tortured wails of one in agony. Laufeia L'Amia choked on her saliva as her second guard stood in front of her protectively.
"It comes!" She screamed and leaned up as a full squad of Shadow Lords surrounded her. Her guard placed her on the ground where she looked about manically. The cry of the daemon was mighty and she wanted to laugh, weep, and bask in its maddening roar as its power and spirit dripped into her maddeningly slow. Laufeia did not wait stand still, she grasped her mighty staff and led her two guards and the squad into the retreating fray of cultist scum as she fought to find the daemon. She raised her hand and black hooked grasping tendrils shot from her palm and tore a bloody path in front of her through the cultists. The fools who would not move out of her way would die.
She found Rhodar heavily wounded and she smiled as the daemon whispered faintly to her as another drop of it fell into her being.
"Why do you smile, Witch!" He growled at her. "Heal me! Gift me my prize! I know you sense it! Do not lie to me, whore!" He screamed and spittle and blood dribbled down his chin. He was maimed and ruined, a wreck of a once mighty warlord. His guards watched her carefully as they weighed her prowess and worth. Laufeia smiled and stalked forward, she would show them just what she was worth.
"Heal you?" She asked sweetly. "Bestow the daemon's spirit upon you?" She let out a dark laugh and felt her body quake as the maniacal mirth shook her willowy frame. "You will receive neither. Your time is finished, so speaks your prize." She said wickedly.
Rhodar howled and tried to lunge forward and tumbled to the bloody ground in his fury. "Murder her!" He screamed at his warriors. "Slay her! For your Lord kill the bitch!"
The Shadow Lords watched silently. Laufeia's smile widened and she stepped forward; her two guards flanked her as she moved. "They are mine now. And you," She extended her hand and the psychic voice laughed, "shall die."
Rhodar screamed in rage as the tentacles shot from Laufeia's palm and wrapped around him. Ancient armor creaked and groaned as the claws crushed him. Blood sprayed as the tentacles ruptured the armor. Rhodar now screamed in agony as the daemonic attack tore his body to pieces. His ruby blood wetted the already torn ground further and his armor became mangled and crushed. Another flow of the daemon and the Sorceress felt the daemon praise her. Rhodar's screams ended as the tentacles drank up flesh and blood and fed the material as digested warp energies into Laufeia. Laufeia smiled as she felt her powers expand and mutate with the daemon's influence. She looked up from the bloody ruin that was once Lord Rhogar and all the gathered Shadow Lords knelt to her. Laufeia looked up to the church and heard the screams and smiled.
"Bring me the one who screams, my warriors."
The daemon laughed and the screams of the dead were washed away as the wind rushed through the battlefield. The Shadow Lords fell upon the Imperial defenders and did not strike to kill the defenders. They struck to take a single prisoner. Laufeia L'Amia smiled as they brought back a black armored Sororitas. She smiled even wider when she felt the massive amount of psychic potential within her as she kicked and screamed in the massive arms of her captors as she battled the daemon. The Sororita possessed half of the daemon, it corrected. It would require the Sisters death to bestow it's full might upon its chosen champion. Laufeia smiled and led the procession of Astartes away from the church.
What do I call you, mighty one? She asked the daemon reverently.
The daemon's voice thundered in Laufeia L'Amia's mind and she nearly fainted from the raw power it emitted.
I am, Adur'Sharak, Greater Daemon Prince of the Chaos Gods! Slay the mortal and I shall gift myself unto you, Sorceress. Set me free and I shall give you unlimited power.
Laufeia's smiled deepened.
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Well! It has been awhile, but then again I have been busy and dealing with many issues. This was an incredibly fun chapter to write and I hope you enjoyed it. Once more I continued the OOCness of the story and even expanded it. Chapter 5 will be getting some work done on it this week.
Until Aurea returns, see you soon.
-J.
