First story. May the God Emperor have mercy upon me.

Blinking, my eyes struggled to adjust to the light. Overhead was a lamp which flickered as the ground shook. The room was cold, and the floor I was laying upon was cold and hard as concrete tended to be. Groaning, I brought a hand up to my face as I rolled onto my back. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and stared up at the ceiling. All nanosecond thoughts of having fallen asleep at work or something having evaporated as the ceiling and room I was in was not one I recognised. It seemed to be a cellar of some kind with metal boxes and various archaic mechanical devices strewn about.

Getting to my feet in a panic, I cracked my knuckles, a nervous habit I'd adopted after watching it done in Black Ops 2 Zombies. Oddly, I didn't feel the usual momentary dull ach, still that wasn't what mattered right now. After all, I was more focussed on the symbol decorated upon a metal box next to the room's central table.

Walking over to it, I lifted it to my face and confirmed something which had me almost shit myself as this symbol could only mean one thing.

"Oh fuck me." I cursed as I stared at none other than a silver Imperial Aquila, a two-headed eagle sigil which represents the Imperium of Man. The Great Crusade-era Palatine Aquila, commonly used in the 41st Millennia. More importantly, it meant I was provided with a royal fucking even the British monarchy could never hope to bestow.

Looking around, various gismos and items were of weird design not found in your typical catalogue. The dust coming from the ceiling every time a loud explosion sounded above made it obvious that this was not the peaceful place I last remembered.

"No, no, no. Of all the fucking universes." I ranted as I kicked a metal chair, making it clang to the floor. I then did the logical thing and searched around. Knowing 40k, the place was basically America on roids. That being a lot of angry people with guns stashed everywhere possible.

Unfortunately, I wasn't so lucky as aside from dust and boxes loaded with objects which didn't even resemble a gun, I tossed a box across the room in aggravation. As far as I could tell, the place was a house basement if the various pictures and personal effects were anything to go off.

Having found nothing I could hope to use as a weapon, I turned my gaze to the bulkhead doors which would take me to the surface. Mentally, I had already written myself off as fucked as if this was all real and not the most elaborate prank made by a prick I didn't even know, there was a battle above my head, and I'm unarmed. That would be mad enough, but knowing where I in all likelihood was, it wouldn't be against anything human. Not that the humans were necessarily on my side.

Still, as I usually did with the emotion, I crushed that all encompassing fear and kept internally punching it to keep it at bay as I scrambled to the door in order to get a peek of the situation above.

Pushing the door, I found it to be unlocked. With a decent amount of force, I pushed debris off the lid to my tomb as it were and was practically smacked in the eyes by the bright light of the blistering sun after spending a decent amount of time within the dark basement.

The upper portion of the building was completely collapsed and destroyed. All around me, the scenery was similar with smocking ruins of destroyed concrete and wrenched off metal supports.

"Oh shit, that dude's dead." I gasp as in typical 40k fashion, I was surrounded by corpses and body parts in various stated of evisceration. I recognised the Imperial Guard armour of one dead body which was half crushed and with its head nearby. Honestly, I was unaware the human body contained so much blood.

Nearby the dead guy, I spied a sight for sore eyes. That being a Lasgun.

Silently, I crawled to the dropped weapon, staying low as to avoid the attention of whatever was shooting nearby. Just as my hand touched the metal of the weapon, a roar sounded off that was most certainly not human. With haste I grabbed the gun and scurried back to the basement and slammed the door shut behind me.

Looking down at the rifle, I had no idea what model it was or how it worked. It had a mag, but I couldn't see how to cock it. Still, a part of me that was obsessed with guns was screaming like a child as holding a genuine laser weapon.

"At least it ain't a bullpup." I remarked. "Alright, so you're presumably trapped with no allies in the middle of a war on an imperial world against an unknown enemy, and your only weapon is basically a cigarette lighter for all it would do against anything bigger than a human." I summarised to myself with grit teeth.

"An apt description mortal. Fortunately I possess the solution to your dilemma." A shrill voice called out. Widening my eyes, I turned to the noise, only to see an honest to God demon standing behind me with sharp claws, a long tail, sharp teeth, horns, and red skin. I was so shocked, that I barely reacted when the thing charged me.

In response, I opened fire, or tide to, however the gun wouldn't go off.

STAB

Drip, Drip, Drip

I was rath through by the claws. The demon seemed to gloat as he held me aloft, lifting me to look into his ugly mug and sneering glowing red eyes.

"Pathetic. Mortals really are such a pathetic existence. How easily you perish, and now I shall watch you slowly gasp your last. Then and only then, shall I consume your soul in the name of Khorne." The creature growled. I only the other hand was in a state of shock and unable to respond. I slowly looked down at my abdomen where the foot and a half claws were buried to the knuckle in my white shirt and exiting my back, staining it in my crimson life fluids, I even felt some drip from my lips and slowly slide down my chin as I tasted copper within my mouth.

The demon seemed to by enjoying this as it sneered. "Yes, that's it. Look upon your demise, how easily your finite form is ruined. To live without the gifts of the gods of chaos is truly a pitiful existence." It mocked me, licking my chin of blood with its long disgusting forked black tongue, seeming to delight in my terror and demise.

At least, that's what it though. Meanwhile I was feeling a whole different emotion all together. An old friend as it were. No, it was not pain. Had I been calm, I'd have realised that odd lack of sensation. No what I felt was RAGE at this THING attacking me.

Gritting my bloodied teeth, I leaned forwards and bit into the monster's mandible while my hand which still gripped the lasgun slammed the weapon into the demon's face repeatedly, until it flung me across the room in a heap.

"YOU! YOU LITTLE WRETCH!" It cried out, glaring murder at me.

I meanwhile stood up the next moment without a single wound, shocking us both. Our emotions seemed synced as the next moment, rage clouded both of our visions and we charged each other. The demon swung his claws at me, slicing my left arm off and cutting into my torso from the side, slattering blood everywhere. On my side, I used my right arm to use my rifle like a club and bat the monster across the face, turning his head sideways. The next moment my arm had regrown, which I used to punch him across the face.

The monster's response was to tackle me to the floor in a rage and begin clawing at me, tearing my body apart and ripping my face off. For my part, I grabbed his face and dug my fingers into his eyes in a blind struggle, digging them out, before my arms were sliced off for my effort. The monster struggled while blinded and in the next moment, I kicked it between the legs, making it drop to its knees, before slamming the lasgun into its head over and over.

Its response was to blindly headbutt me in the chest and pin me against the wall like a pull, the horns penetrating the concrete behind my back. The demon's claws then raked into my sides, aiming to rip me in half. With a rage filled blood gurgled roar, I pulled on his horns until one cracked. The demon cried out and pulled back, however, I didn't let go and was held aloft upon his head impaled upon his horn. Shaking me about and clawing at me endlessly, shredding my clothes almost completely, I eventually came loose and was once again tossed away in such a way that my neck broke as I landed. The trade-off was the demon losing his right horn as it remained buried within me.

Standing in the centre of the room which was a mess as boxes and the table had been tossed every which way, the blinded creature finally managed to open its right eye which had healed.

It panted as it snarled. "What in the Warp's name are you? WHY WON'T YOU DIE?"

Smirking and sitting up with my head bent at an awkward angle, I casually reset it back into position with my hands before standing up no worse for were, ripping its horn from my gut and patting the spot as the wound knitted itself back together.

"Human, I think." I responded more as a question to myself for later than a statement of fact. "Honestly, I should thank you. Until five minutes ago, I was scared shitless of this universe. After all, I completely agree with you that humans are weak when compared to everything else in this galaxy." I roll my shoulder looking down upon my practically naked form and shaking my head at my ruined clothes, my only remnants of home. "That said, thanks to you I now know I possess the most overpowered ability one can possess within this forsaken universe." I lick my lips at the blood dripping from the demon's stump of a horn. "I can't fucking die." With a downright evil laugh paired by a wicked smirk, twirling the broken horn into a reverse grip like a dagger, I charged the demonic creature who charged in return to meet me in the middle of the room.

I dive at the monster, getting cut yet again only this time I stabbed the horn into its chest and raked it down, slicing him open, before I kicked him back. I then punched him in the face, before stabbing the horn into his arm which grabbed mine, breaking my wrist. He let me go again, but he kicked me back, making me drop the horn. I picked back up the lasgun which was bent and swung it again, only for him to catch it. I leg go immediately, dived between his legs and grabbed the horn once more, and sliced through the tendon of his feet, attack on titan style, making him cry out in rage and pain as he fell to the ground.

I then climbed up onto the demon, and began stabbing him everywhere I could manage, ignoring the flaying limbs and cawls as they batted my off or cut me as I just climbed back on and regenerated. Eventually, I got tired of his struggling and cut off the monster's limbs. Finally, I stared down at the barely alive demon which had more cuts than a pin cushion. Our blood stained the entire floor and it looked and likely smelled like a charnel house as my limbs and body parts, and flesh littered the area as I'd simply kept regenerating them.

Leaning down to the creature, I grinned sadistically as I felt myself overcome by excitement.

"HAHAHA! Is this what murder melee is? Is this what it's like to revel in the slaughter? Of having no fear while you literally tear your opponents apart? If so, I may actually grow to enjoy this galaxy." I questioned the pinned Khorne Demon with the biggest smile I think I've ever had. The demon stared up into my wide wild blue eyes and must have found a certain familiarity within them as he actually chuckled.

"You, human. Would make a good berserker." I blinked, not liking how a chaos demon was approving of my actions as that was never the road to anything good. Still, I figured as long as I didn't start hearing voices in my head, I should be fine.

"Yeah? Thanks for the compliment." I then raised the horn high before bringing it down upon the demon's throat repeatedly. The result was it struggling for a moment, before disintegrating to ash, making me fall to the bloodied floor.

Wiping the blood and swear from my face with a discarded rag of my former jeans, I cringed as I was covered in my own blood from head to toe and without a stitch of clothing on me. Moving over to a pair of my legs which had been discorded, I pulled my shoes off of my old feet and put them on the feet I was currently using. That was a weird thought.

I sad for a moment to let the adrenaline drain from me, laying on my back with my chest raising and falling with my heart beat which I was certain had stopped and started at least nine times during that fight. Still, I grinned. After all, I'd always loved fighting. It was such a great way to relieve stress.

After a few minutes, I sat up and headed back to the entrance, I lamented that the horn had also turned to ash along with the demon's body. My only weapon being the bent up lasgun that I now would have to use as a club. I took a deep breath and exited the basement door the demon had come through. I looked to the dead human bodies and scratted my cheek before mumbling an apology and beginning to strip them of clothing to dress myself while ignoring the shooting still going on in the background.

Having looted some new trousers and a shirt, I decided not to bother with the armour of the crushed guy as it really would serve me no purpose. I did, however take his combat knife which looked more like a dagger to me. I was in the middle of a city district if the fallen signs, which fortunately were spelled in English, were anything to go by. If I remembered correctly, Low Gothic was predominantly English with a few additives while High Gothic was basically Latin with English to fill the gaps. Convenient for me.

If the limited knowledge I had about Imperial architecture was anything to go off, I was within a hive city. Judging by the sun and breathable air, the atmosphere was breathable, meaning I wasn't on a deathworld like Krieg, fortunate for me.

Following the sounds of fighting, as well as picking up another lasgun to replace the busted one I was holding, I fired it once to be sure it would work this time and that the safety or whatever mechanism made it function wouldn't stop me. For all I bloody knew, it was the machine spirit.

I paused at that thought, looking down to my new rifle in my hands.

"Are you possessed?" I asked it and waited. Fortunately, it didn't respond while I stared at it.

"RAAAAAAAAARRRRR! SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!" Unfortunately, my shot had drawn attention and before I knew it, I was being charged by a demon similar to the one from before, only this time he had allies in the form of dozens of imp-like things that started launching fireballs at me.

In response, I shouldered the rifle and began firing at them all. The rifle surprisingly did decent damage to the demon, actually putting smoking holes in his chest, however he kept coming until he was right before me. Going for the tried-and-true method, I pulled my knife and dived at the tall demon's throat, pulling the blade sideways, my actions tore its throat out and it stumbled back before turning to ash. I didn't get off unscratched as the demon had raked its claws through my shoulder, which pulled itself back together. That just left the horde of imps which were soon being joined by more larger demons which were clearly interested in a lone human apparently cut off from their reinforcements.

"Fuck OFF!" I toe-punted an imp who'd clearly not been expecting such an action as it neared by while wielding some sort of jagged demon blade. I kept firing my lasgun until it beeped and stopped letting out laser shots, as such, I resorted to once more using it as a bat where I was tackled by a larger dog-demon thing which began biting me on the ground, aiming to tear me apart. Struggling as it kept ripping off my arms, I desperately reached for anything to help as I'd lost my knife.

I thought I'd found it for a moment as I gripped it and with all my might, brought it down upon the head of the creature.

BBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

Only to feed the thing's skull and brain directly into the ripping maw of a chainsword, spraying blood and viscera everywhere as the weapon I'd accidentally grabbed bisected the creature in two. Shock was not on my agenda as I began wildly swinging at the imps which were clawing and biting, and stabbing my downed body, until I was able to stand up, only to by slammed once more by a large demon who decked my with a fist, before skewering my organs through the bottom of the chest with a diaphragm shattering uppercut allowing the demon to hoist me up.

Much to its surprise, its victorious roar was cut off by my momentarily limp right hand holding the chainsword activated the motor and once more, I swung. The consequence being the demon going limp and collapsing, headless and its limp claws sliding out of my chest.

I then roared while charging the demons all around me which were stunned at my inability to die.

"Righto then you TOSSERS." I kicked an imp to the floor before stomping with all my might onto its neck, breaking it. "You want some FUCKING TEA!?" My chainsword's next destination the chest of a larger demon, being then I ripped it up and in a shower of blood split it in half from the incision upwards, the spirting blood fountain of a demon then collapsed to its knees and fell dead. I then backhanded another demon across the face with the flat of my chainsword, making it slam into a large segment of fallen concrete wall from a tall collapsed building. I then slammed the pummel into its diaphragm, making it hunch over before ending it by jabbing my trench knife through its jaw and into its brain, twisting the handle and ripping it out where the demon limply fell in pool of its own blood and ash. "YOU FUCKING WANT SOME DO YOU?" I was then struck through the back by a dozen imps who'd foolishly thought I'd be taken down by such a thing as multiple demonic blades piercing me through. Turning to them, I continued to rant, actually making them back up as my weapons dripped the brethren's blood. "HUH!? YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" I revved the motor of my new chainsword and favourite weapons and viciously sliced them all in half.

I then turned to the final larger demon than all the others which was now looking down on me with snarling grinning lips. I was then grabbed and tossed to the ground like a ragdoll, I slammed my chainsword forward, only to grind against the demon blade as we clashed. The demon then punched me, sending me back.

"You fight well human, your natural rage and desire to kill coupled with your strange ability ability are hard to find and so I will make you an offer. Offer your soul to Khorne and put your bloodlust to better use." The demon declared as I stood up, my bones snapping back into place. My eyes were seeing red and I had no idea if it was the influence of Khorne or my own natural rage, but I wanted to kill this motherfucker.

"SURRENDER AND GIVE UP MY FUCKING SOUL!? IS THAT FUCKING RIGHT?" I launched myself at the larger demon, batting away its bade with mine and cutting and clawing my way up its body even as it tore at me by hooking its claw into my leg, sheering it down to the ligaments which I ripped off by digging my blade into its back and pulling myself up, hearing a wet tear as my leg slumped to the floor. Still, my bloodied and manic expression couldn't be more happy as I raised my chainsword high. "HOW ABOUT NO FUCKING HEAD ON YOUR SHOULDERS!?" I brought the blade down but was stopped as it raised its blade in a weak defence, however, being in my position above it and after digging my trench knife into many of its muscles un my way up its body, it could only barely hold back my blade. It must have known as when I looked into its eyes, I saw two things reflected I could recognise very well. Fear, and my own manic face and psychotic grin highlighted by the sparks from my weapon's teeth which chewed away at the demon's blade while my own got even closer to her neck.

Slowly, I brought my blade down and then the sparks were joined by blood, then bone, then I was falling as the body I'd climbed lost function and collapsed. Standing up, covered head to toe in blood, I looked around and found no more demons in my path. Staring down at the spot where the demon lay, I couldn't help but grin.

"What a workout." I stretched my arms and back, sighing as I popped a joint back in place that probably should have been straight before doing so. I then moved to put my shoe back on as I'd lost it when my leg came off again.

Moving again, I picked up my pace, heading for the fighting to hopefully link up with fellow humans.

BOOM

CRACK

That sound put yet another stall on my plans as the ground I was standing on shoot thanks to another explosion nearby, causing the area I was standing to begin collapsing. Try as I might to leap for the ledge, even that crumbled and I was sent hurdling into the dark depths below by about one hundred feet.

I smashed into the ground below and shook my head slattered head. Cringing as it quickly became not flat, I peered around I, finding the under hive to be a dark and cold place. Much different than the above world as it was like two different societies. I could vaguely make out skittering robed silhouette in what dim light was available from torches and candles scattered able and the odd fire.

Following whatever the shadows were, I crept nearer to the entrance to under hive a building where two men were standing with torches and some sort of guns I didn't recognise. One of them then spoke, catching my attention as I listened.

"-nearly done. We are about to be closer to her. Quickly brother, you must be there to witness when her avatar awakens." The second one said to the first robed figure.

"Of course, by all means. We have waited so long. I am just so thrilled that the Imperial unbelievers were too late to interrupt this most holy of rituals." The first added as he followed the second inside.

This ritual didn't sound good, and since I knew that chaos was involved, that really didn't bode well for me. As such, I decided to follow them and ruin this parade of theirs.

Entering the inner sanctum, I found myself overlooking a massive ritual site straight out of the satanic playbook. There was naked people strung up on the walls with various body parts removed but still very much alive. All around people were moaning in pain and pleasure as I could see hundreds of people fucking. It would honestly be pretty hot if I wasn't sure most of them were emaciated or underaged. Whatever that age happened to have been in the Imperium.

In the centre of the candle lit room, a sacrificial dais sported with satanic symbols etched into its stonework, as well as blood and other items set as offerings. A robed man clad in robes which only covered his upper portion was praying with his hand on his chest while his other hand… was jerking off over a naked woman tied down in the middle of the dais. Sadly, and most sickly, she was deceased if the knife wound through her chest was anything to go by, said knife still being embedded. A shame as she was actually quite the looker and it seemed she'd died only recently.

"Well, at least I know which chaos god these sick fucks worship." I murmured to myself, resting my finger over the trigger to my chainsword which I'd grown most fond of. In the next moment, a purple slender demon man walked up to the Dais and ripped the blade out of the girl's chest and began chanting while wiping the girl's blood onto his face, arms, and legs. The demon then slit its palm with a knife handed to it by the old pervert, which it used to slit its palm open which it clenched and held over the girl's stab wound. A dark miasma formed above her and flowed down into her chest, making her limp form convulse.

Having seen enough of this I growled under by breath. "I dedicate this massacre to you." I say to the defiled corpse across the room from me as I hopped over the railing just all of the torches in the room lit up in brilliant light. I then charged forth in the dimly lit room and droved my blade through the unsuspecting demon's chest from behind. I cringed as the girl began screaming accompanied by body spasms on the floor.

"W-WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!? YOU'VE MURDERED THE PROPHET OF THE PERFECT PRINCE!" The old fucker shrieked at me. Honestly his old scraggly voice was just pissing me off so I stabbed him in the throat.

"Die you old cunt." I growled, ripping my trench blade from his throat and kicking his gasping form off the dais. It seemed everyone in the room was finally paying attention to something other than pleasure as they scrambled back from me. After all, most of these fuckers were nothing but the dregs of society and those desperate enough to literally throw away their soul and betray their race for the slim chance of ascension from their pathetic situations. In a way I could sympathise knowing how the Imperium treated their kind of the lower hive cities. That said, that did not mean I would hesitate. After all, for a first human kill, the old fucker had been a good one and if I was honest with myself. Since being in that basement, I'd been feeling a type of way some would consider to be murder lust.

"So, who wants to die first?" My sadistic smile was the last thing these demon worshipers witnessed before their lives were suddenly and violently ended. Some of them were demonically corrupted now I had gotten closer. Some had tentacles, while others were disfigured or had multiple genitals or breasts. There were even a few half-snake people.

"Definitely Slaanesh worshipers." I sighed as I wiped my blade on a rag, I had torn off the bisected body of what passed as a priest in this fucked up church cult thing.

"Hageh, ah he-lg-p mg-e."

Turning to the Dais, the hairs on the back of my neck rose on end as the girl seemed to be staring directly at me, after having sat up. I thought she may have been revived for a moment, only she that wasn't right as she clearly wasn't the same as before.

Whereas before she was pretty to look at, now she was more akin to a succubus. Her short brown hair was now a long dark purple jungle ending at her lower back. Her breasts were noticeably much larger and firmer than a normal woman aught to be, like she'd had the world's best boob job. Her stomach was tight and had visible definition, as well as being adorned by thin pink tattoos which led down from her breasts, tracing the sides of her abdomen, her bellybutton, her diaphragm, and finally to her crotch where a womb tattoo could clearly be seen above her crotch on her navel.

That's where things began getting unhuman as her limbs were now purple with her now thick thighs being lighter on the inside and darker on the outside while having three ridge-like protrusions on either side like reverse snake scales that got darker the closer to the tips you got. Still, they looked soft. Her purple arms weren't altered much aside from sharp claws adorning the tips of her fingers. Finally, her face went from just pretty to downright gorgeous with strong cheek bones, delicate features, a natural blush and shadowed eyes that looked exactly like mascara, and neon purple eyes that dimply glowed in the dark.

Gripping my chainsword, I approached the woman with caution. Oh, course I knew what she was. Looking that hot could only mean she was a daemonette.

She watched as I approached weapon in hand, however she oddly did not move. Instead, she simply watched me with curiosity in her eyes.

"Who are you?" She asked in apparent fear, seemingly not hostile. I raised a brow at the strange actions of the demon.

"Me? You just watched me kill a room full of cultists, mutants, and demons, and your first words are 'who are you?' Come on demon, try harder than that." I grunted, gesturing around me with my chainsword.

"Was that wrong?" She asked innocently, and I found myself scrunching my brow.

"I mean. No, not necessarily. Still, I don't really know what to make of this situation. You're clearly a demon, but I honestly expected you to become something hideous and launch at me like all the Khorne demons I slaughtered on the surface." The woman seemed to take all this in hesitantly and tilted her head, looking down at her own body, running her hands over the small protrusions on her thighs and staring with curiosity at her claws.

Sighing, I continued. "Just answer me this. Are you demon inside or are you that girl?" I questioned, seeing the new demon wasn't exactly being hostile.

"Honestly?" She enquired, grabbing a lock of her long purple hair and looking at it. "I don't know. My mind is so blurry. I remember the girl, Veronica. But at the same time, I have all this new stuff from the warp and I feel so different. Like her life was a dream and I've awoken." She explained, confusing me.

"What? So you are and you ain't this Veronica girl? That doesn't make sense." I shook my head, she tried to clarify.

"I understand your confusion. Think of it like, I was born from the raw energies of the Warp and Chaos and injected into this vessel whose memories I've assimilated into my own being."

I understood that better. "So, that girl is dead, and you moved in and ate all that she was?" I narrowed my eyes, gripping my chainsword and glaring at the demon. She clocked my anger and backed away slightly.

"P-Please, I-I had no choice in how I came to exist!" She pitifully defended herself cowering from me. Honestly it was the strangest thing.

"Right. And You expect me to let an evil chaos spawn live? Don't fucken joke with me!" I revved my chainsword and raised it.

"WAIT! PLEASE!" She screamed, begging on her hands and knees and my feet. "I-I'm not evil, a-and I'm not chaos! A-At least not in the aligned sense.

Turning my blade off for a moment, I stared down at the demon with caution. "Explain."

Sitting up on her haunches, a look that was honestly making me grow hard as in kowtowing to me, I'd gotten a decent look at her wide perfect purple ass cheeks. Still, I had to focus as I'm pretty sure a demon like this can sense lust like a Khorne demon can sense bloodlust.

"The Warp isn't Chaos. The Warp itself is a parallel dimension of pure psychic energy that exists alongside the physical universe. It's a realm without form, where the laws of time and space do not apply, and its energies are in constant turmoil which is what creates Chaos Gods and other entities. To do so, it uses raw emotions and souls of sentient beings to fuel it. It's from those formless concepts derived from mortals' emotions that impossibilities become real." She explained and honestly, I kind of got it. After all, there the Emperor was close to a warp entity at this point, so it was logical that there was more than just the four gods. There may even be a force for good.

Leaning in with my chainsword resting on my knee, I crouched down to look her in the eyes, I narrowed my own. "Yeah? Well, explain why you came wrapped in a neat little Slaanesh package? Full murder-fuck demon ritual and all. You expect me to believe you're the GOOD daemonette?" At my question, she averted her gaze away from me.

"The ritual, you interrupted it. The Lesser Daemon you killed had not yet begun the binding part of the ritual which would connect my vessel's trapped soul to Slaanesh. A demon cannot possess a soul as we are crafted by entities from emotions and psychic energy that are intrinsically linked to their patron. This is why chaos spawn will dissipate back to the Immaterium at the moment of banishment or where there is not enough chaos energy." She paused, looking up into my eyes to deliver her final point. "That is unless there is a vessel and a soul to bind that new entity to, and since you interrupted the ritual after my being's formation and being bound to the body and soul, but not before I in turn was bound to Slaanesh, I am something of a free demon." It was at this moment my eyes widened as the demon actually started to tear up.

"Paired with the memories of the poor girl I was bound to and her sorrow filled emotions leading up to and during her horrific demise, I have no desire to be connected to anything to do with this damned cult or that cursed bitch." She grit her teeth, and balled her fists until I could see blood dripping from her palms. "I-I know I cannot offer you proof I am not simply deceiving you; I simply beg of you. I-I don't want to die. N-Not in a place like this." She quietly sobbed as she seemed to be reliving the memories of the girl whose body she now controlled.

Placing a hand under her chin, I lifted her face to mine.

"I believe you." I said with a smirk. "The fact you cussed out the biggest whore of the galaxy tells me you ain't her pawn since in all likelihood, the bitch would smite a follower of hers down in spite, even if it was to manipulate someone. Petty cunt." My remark had the girl giggling and nodding along.

Standing up, I stopped leaning on my chainsword and offered her my and, which she took hesitantly. Helping the woman up, I was bewildered by the fact she was at least 7ft, towering over me. Honestly, I found it kind of hot.

"So, demon girl. What do I call you? Veronica or?" At my question, she shook her head.

"No, please don't. I-I don't want to be called by that name. It's not who I am. Her memories… I think it's best if she got to rest. I wouldn't want to parade around as someone I am not." The demon vehemently denied while shaking her head and putting her hands out in denial.

Grabbing my chin in thought, I narrowed my eyes.

"Well you gotta have a name. I can't just refer to you as Daemonette." I reasoned. She seemed to ponder this for a bit, before answering hesitantly.

"Y-You could name me." She offered, to which I widened my eyes.

"Name you? Don't names mean something to demons or something? Like in the binding sense or some shit?" I incredulously responded. To this, she grabbed her elbow with her other hand and avoided my gaze again.

"That's right. I would be bound to you. Typically, it is done by force via a ritual or Grimoire which would use a vessel or for a less permanent servant, consume lifeforce. Though the second is inefficient as it requires the continued sacrifice of life force. However, an entity can willingly surrender themselves to a mortal. Fortunately, I already possess a vessel yet am not bound thanks to your interruption."

"Ok, but why? You have freedom, why would you want this? You don't even know me." I couldn't help but ask the demonic woman who fixed me with a serious look.

"Honestly, I have nowhere else to go and if I accompany you, it would be better than going off on my own and another demon finds me only to consume my essence and vessel's bound soul." She then smirked, sliding her hand down to her wide hip. "And I'll admit that judging by the lust I've sensed from you since I awoke, you don't desire anything unpleasant to befall me unless I do something to earn such action, am I right?" She purred, to which I nodded while feeling my blood boil red. "Plus, you saved me so its only fair I watch your back, no?"

"Right. Well in that case, there's just one thing I should show you." Without hesitation, I stabbed slit my wrist and stabbed my heart, much to her sudden shock.

"WHAT ARE YOU DO-ing?" Dumbfounded, she watched as my wounds healed in a second.

Grinning, I licked the blood off my wrist. "I don't know how to explain it, but I can't die. I got run-through earlier with some claws and after getting diced up like sashimi multiple times on my way here, I couldn't feel a damn thing. All I know is that I seem to be immortal or something. Knowing that, do you still wanna be bound to me? We may not be able to reverse it since in all likelihood, I won't die of old age either." I gave her fair warning. To her credit, she didn't hesitate.

"Yes please. In fact, I'm happy you're more than a simple human. You certainly won't be dying on me." She chuckled. "Plus, with that kind of regeneration, I'm sure you have a LOT of stamina." She suggestively stated, making me feel all sorts of sinful butterflies.

"Alright… Verosika." I hesitantly named her, hoping she'd like it and not be annoyed that it was similar to her vessel's old name.

"Verosika, huh?" She tasted the name on her tongue.

"I figured it was nicer than Veronica while paying homage to her. I know what you said about the name, but I just thought it would be fitting." I hurriedly told her, admittedly feeling silly for being bashful to a woman I was ready to kill less than ten minutes ago.

Lady luck smiled upon me it seemed as she fixed me with a radiant smile. "I like it. In trush, maybe letting the girl live on in some way maybe best than being forgotten. My name is Verosika." Following her statement, I felt a weird feeling deep inside me. I couldn't quite describe it, but I knew me and Verosika were now connected.

"Woah, that's trippy." I said, scratching the back of my head.

"I know what you mean, I can feel your emotions a lot stronger than before." She told me and I had to ask.

"You said you could feel lust before, is that a Slaanesh demon thing?" I asked ponderously.

She nodded. "Yes, just like a Nurgle plague demon can detect pestilence. Entities of the warp may detect the affinity they are most closely attuned to." The helpfully informed me.

"Sweet, so I've got my own demon companion who doubles as a horny detector. Beautiful." I sarcastically commented, rolling my eyes. She giggled behind her palm at my antics; however, the movement made her assets all the more obvious.

"Hey, not that I don't appreciate the free show, but we are currently on a planet getting invaded were neither side are technically our allies. Maybe we should get you some sort of clothes?" I suggested, to which she looked around her gestured with her hand as if confused.

"And what do you purpose I wear oh great master. As war as I can tell, all there is to be found in this fall is ripped rags of the poorest quality that these dregs of society could acquire and even then, none of it would fit my body." She pointedly stated, running a hand down her side and ending on her jutting hip as emphasis.

"Point made." I grumbled. "Well, I guess you'll be naked for a while. Sorry about that." To this, she waved her hand in a dismissing fashion.

"Don't worry, I'm unbothered. I rather like not wearing clothing. Ain't like Veronica's memories depict any nice garments. The poor girl lived within the same squalor as these wretches." She pointedly kicked a body, sending it away from her foot.

"Right. Well anyways Verosika. We should get going. I actually only found you by accident after falling into the under hive and happening across some cultists." While I explained, I looked around for more weapons to potentially use.

"Really? Well, I find myself lucky that my immortal saviour happened to fall into my little hole to rescue me." Her sultry ton and inuendo was not lost on me and I found myself chuckling while she joined me, having clocked what I was up to with the bodies.

"Indeed madam. You are indeed most fortuitous I penetrated with most ferocity, this damp lair and had my wicked way with its inhabitants, taking you as a after party treat." I retorted, enjoining this little game of words she'd started. Plus, it was nice to meet someone friendly so soon. "Hey, what are these guns called?" I held up some crude revolvers and rifles.

"I believe they are stub guns. A type of kinetic weapon which uses solid ammunition. The quality is not as good as lasgun types of weapons, but they can kill humans well enough. Not sure about their effectiveness against demons." She explained and I smiled at how helpful she was.

"Thanks." I then paused. "I know this seems really awkward, but to answer your first question, my name's Rex." I awkwardly smiled at my rudeness at only just saying my name.

"I know. From the moment I was bound to you, I unexpectedly was granted access to your memories." She informed me, making me freeze and drop the stub gun I was holding, causing it to go off, making us both jump. "Sorry." She added, clearly not expecting my sudden shock.

"I-It's fine. If so though… Does that mean you know…" I delicately enquired leadingly.

"That you're not of this plane of existence, yes. I must say, I'd be interested in some of those nice outfits you saw whilst there. A virgin killer would suit my rear, no?" She cutely asked, while turning sideways like a girlfriend asking her boyfriend for his opinion on a dress.

"Sure, I'd love that." I automatically resonded, only to hear and honest to god, Ufufufu, in response.

"That, Rex, and that I now know the origin of your ability. You seem to be a particularly potent perpetual. Honestly, after being able to look at your soul more closely now that we are linked whilst also having the context provided by your knowledge of 40k, a lot of things now make sense to me that even as a spawn of the warp, had illuded from me." The look in her eyes seemed distant for a moment and I hoped I had not accidentally caused my new friend a mental break down. Fortunately, it seemed brief as she once more smiled down at me.

"A Perpetual, huh? Guess I'm like Big E then." I supposed, tossing another useless old stub gun to the side.

"Yes, the Anathema of the chaos gods. Perhaps you will become just as big a pain in the ass for them." She chuckled, picking up a rather large piece of sheered metal out from under a corpse and giving it a couple of test swings, before turning to me. "Sadly, I must inform you that you are no psycher." Sadly, she dashed my small hopes of being the second coming of Big E

Looking over my shoulder, I sighed. "Really? Damn. And I wanted to do all that cool levitation shit." I then blinked. "Wait, can't you do it? You are a warp entity." Sadly, she shook her head.

"Yes and no. I can use abilities I'm attuned to. Abilities you would call stereotypical succubus abilities. However, I cannot do all of the feats a much higher ranked demon can, such as see the future or the like." I nodded.

"Right. So basically, my new friend and only ally is only good for being a sex toy." I said a bit harsher than I'd meant to and was about to apologise for by poorly executed joke.

"Exactly." She agreed without hesitation.

"Right." I sweat dropped. "Well Verosika, have any idea how to get out of this litteral hole I've gotten us into? A staircase or lift or something?" I ask hopefully.

She seemed to ponder for a bit, before nodding. "Yes, I believe I can. I can sense a large number of demons using one such access point." She pointed over her shoulder in the direction she sensed. To this, I felt the strong desire to kiss her, and not just because she was a total babe.

"I could kiss you right now." I widened my eyes as I accidentally said what was on my mind. Instead of the rejection I half-expected, she simply grinned her sharp teeth and stuck her tongue out.

"Find us a bedroom and I'll happily rock your 5'6 world." She teased, to which I raised a middle finger.

"Fuck you." I stuck my tongue out at the tall demon and headed back up the staircase I had entered through, now with a new companion in tow. Said companion and I bantering the whole way like we wasn't in the middle of a demonic incursion which seemed to only be avoiding this location, by virtue that a ritual was supposed to be occurring here as the moment we left the building and back into the dark Under Hive streets, I noticed a ridiculous amount of demons literally everywhere.

Whispering, I spoke to Verosika.

"Anyway you can hide? I'll assume you can't regenerate like I can." I worriedly enquired, hoping not to lose my new friend and the only person it would probably be safe to know my origins. In response, she dissipated into black smoke and entered my body. Patting my chest, I raised a brow. "I guess that's one way to hide." My remark was reponded to within my mind.

("I can reside within you as a pseudo possession. Don't be alarmed, as I can't take you over. Your Perpetual Soul is too strong for most demons to even try to possess and integrate with like I did my own vessel.")

I nodded. "Fair enough. You won't be hurt if I get cut up right?"

("No, as long as I am incorporeal, standard means cannot harm me.")

"Perfect." I grinned. "In that case, sit back and enjoy the ride. Just be my satnav and point me to the way out of here." I told the demon.

("Got it Rex.") She affirmed. ("Oh, and one more thing.")

"What?" I wondered, ready to dash out of cover where the slaughter would once more commence.

("How does it feel to be the first one penetrated between the two of us, and more importantly, does this mean I technically pegged you? After all, I am inside you~) She taunted, making me trip mid-step and shout out.

"THE FUCK? OH YOU'RE ASKING FOR IT! Wait until I find a nice large bed bitch." I growled having taken a 120mm tank shell to my pride. However, it seemed my threat only entertained my passenger.

("As much as I am anticipatory for a daily dose of literal perpetual dick, I suggest you focus on all those hungry demons that just heard you shout out at my little joke.") She teased mischievously.

Groaning, I readied my chainsword. "You better blow me for this." I grumble with a small smile. After all, I couldn't remember the last time I was this casual with anyone.

("Deal, you gotta get out of this shithole first, however partner. Huh, I'm kinda like a sexy Succubus Ddraig right now, instead of a dragon, ain't I?" Well, now completely.) Following her statement, flames erupted from my right hand and burned some demons on the wall beside me which I hadn't seen in the darkness.

Grinning, I laughed. "I guess so. Think you can cover my back partner?" Revving my chainsword as the horde approached.

("It would be my pleasure Rex.") My arms suddenly lit up in purple warp fire, burning me, yet I healed it in the next instant.

"Alright then. FOR THE EMPEROR!" I called out the most appropriate thing I could think of in this moment as I swung my Chainsword at the closest creature while fire shot from my back in virous directions. All in all, I was feeling a lot better about things than I was ten minutes ago.