The world slowed down around me, my senses had expanded once more, my frame grew by about another foot, my antlers became ever larger, and memories once forgotten came to the forefront once more. Most importantly my human personality found itself in the backseat fully once more, leaving the mantle and the hunter alone in control once more.
"Oh you live~ And you're so much firmer now, so full of vitality and stamina~ I can taste the energy of powers not of the warp upon you. Tell me green one, Hunter of hunters who are the patrons that can grant you such power~?" I ignored the foul amalgamation of empty thought narratives and excess power that had been constrained into shape by the views it had enforced upon itself.
I knew of its kind, even if the memories of my previous life as a mortal didn't come into effect my memories of the Grand Hunter informed me of similar beings. Though those had been primarily fey and other immortals that had been so consumed by their mantles that they had been overridden and mutated into something else. Not too different from what was happening in the present really, I could feel that dim human spark being slowly crushed under the weight of my memories and mantle.
Not that I particularly cared, my main focus was holding back the swinging blades of the Greater Daemon. The actual skills of the Daemon were laughable at best as I danced around its swings and cuts with an ease that I could tell aggravated the twisted energy form, especially considering how I hadn't been able to do so earlier in the battle.
That had all changed when far more of my memories of life as the grand hunter had returned to me along with far more of my- His skills. The true danger of the Daemon came from its strength, speed, and near unlimited time to move in for the kill. It didn't have to end this battle quickly as soon enough it's legion would overwhelm my Ritters and slaughter me through sheer numbers.
So I switched from the defensive and went on the attack for the first time since our battle began. Surprising the Daemon greatly when I parried one of its blades with my spear and broke its defense, closing the distance between us greatly. "Oh come to give me a kiss, have you~?" I smiled slightly, ignoring the way its eyes went wide and a blush spread across its face before I appeared behind it and cut its legs out from under it.
On its knees and its back exposed I stabbed the thing through its chest and deep into the floor, pinning the Daemon in place. "Aren't you the kinky one? You should know that this isn't enough to kill me~" The Daemons words held truth, I knew my spear alone wasn't enough to deliver true death even if that wasn't what it was talking about. "It's a good thing I have another way to deliver death to my enemies."
"So the silent hunter finally spea-!" My lips locked with the Daemons own and based on the way its eyes widened and it stopped struggling against the spear impaled through its chest the thing had obviously not expected me to actually kiss it. I pulled back for a second to catch a breath as the minutes dragged on giving it a chance to speak once more. "What? What are you doing Green Hunter?! Where did my silent killer go~? Don't tell me your secret weapon is seduction~" The Daemons words were confused and dazed, a natural response considering the absurdity of the situation.
Instead of answering I wrapped my arms around its voluptuous body, pressing it against my own, squashing the frankly ridiculous breasts into my chest before snaking a hand down its body and grabbing a chunk of its firm ass. The Daemon melted into me, seemingly going along with the whole situation as it slowly started to grind against me.
I fought back against the tightness in my pants, desperately trying not to fall prey to how soft it's breasts felt or how great its ass felt in my hands. I was focused solely upon the feeling of its lips upon my mouth and the way its tongue tried desperately to prod at my lips for entry. And I gave it entry while also becoming ever more aggressive, I could feel the touch of entropy upon it, slowly eating away at it, but it wasn't enough. I needed more.
Soon enough the Daemon was no longer pinned by my spear, as I had summoned it to me. Instead we were on the floor, our tongues battling for dominance while our hands searched and groped the others bodies. The Sounds of battles had long ceased, and a simple look told me everything I needed to know.
The hordes had stopped their attacks, instead they had begun a massive orgy of their own while my Ritters stood dumbfounded, I could only hope my soldiers up above would take the opportunity for what it was. "Mmmm don't look away from me lover~ You're mine and mine alone forevermore~" I could feel it try and cast some kind of spell upon me, and then fail.
Not from a lack of a target or will or anything like that, all the spell needed was lust and a face. No it failed due to a lack of power, a lack caused by the effects of a hundred thousand years of entropy. An effect the Daemon was finally beginning to notice. "What did you do to me? Why is my power not working?!" I shut up its nagging with another kiss, which it both melted into and tried to fight against, obviously realizing something was wrong but also too turned on due to its own foul nature to resist.
That didn't last long. Soon enough it truly began to notice the effects of entropy as its body weakened, its powers left it nearly completely and it began to struggle fruitlessly against me, trying desperately to push me away. I ignored its desperate attempts to push away my now much bigger and stronger body.
Instead I kept my eyes locked upon its own as the effects of entropy spread throughout its body, both physical and immaterial, siphoning off the power that had once made it one of the most dreaded powers in the galaxy. I could see the pure terror in its eyes as its death ever so slowly drew near and it could do nothing but struggle helplessly against its own impending demise.
Right before it died however I decided against completely destroying the thing, taking my lips off it finally and wrapping its dying form in a binding spell. Trapping it in the Materium and in the form of a small ball of energy for my own later use, I estimated that even as weakened as the thing was, it was worth at least ten thousand souls in energy, I could use that.
With the Greater Daemon sealed for later use, My Ritters on the attack after the Daemons broke from their orgy far too late and suffered immense casualties, and the warp gate before me it was finally time to end this fiasco for good. This world belonged to me and me alone, I would not let the parasites stake a claim here, not when I stood ascendant.
It took time, time my children spent their lives to buy me, but after around fifteen minutes I was finally able to find the right combination of magic that would allow me to destroy the portal. I wasn't an Imperial I wouldn't do something so stupid as simply disrupting the component parts of the ritual, that would just leave a space from which Daemonic influences would be able to more easily act upon the world.
Instead I interacted directly with the underlying energies that surrounded the portal, by proxy manipulating parts of the warp energies that made up the portal and followed it to the source, the heart of the girl that had her throat cut to open the portal. There I found the string that held it all together, simply destroying her heart would do nothing other than destroy the portal for the moment, instead I isolated it, completely cutting it off within a field of my own magic.
In this field the hearts connection to the warp was nearly completely severed, hopefully both stopping the ritual and preventing any Daemonic influences from using this place as a foothold into the Materium. I couldn't be one hundred percent certain when this was the first and only time I had been forced to interact with the warp like this.
With the heart encased in my magic, the essence of the Daemon contained, and the room now dark I felt myself collapse as exhaustion overtook me. My mind felt cloudy as the mantle and humanity clashed within, hours passed within seconds and at some point I lost myself in my own memories as I once again went through the slow process of trying to parse through the Grand Hunters memories and feelings.
Then just as suddenly as ever I was awake once more, the dark and bloody inner chambers of the cult were gone and replaced with the warm and pleasant warm walls of my room. My bed was how I remembered it, comfortable but not too gaudy or ostentatious despite the protests of my children.
No natural light entered the room unfortunately, but the warmth of the fairy lights made for a good substitute, and the absence of any other living being at my bedside was a good sign. It meant that I hadn't been in critical condition and those that survived the battle were in the know that I didn't want them wasting time or resources keeping some kind of personal maid near me at all times to make sure I was comfortable if I was wounded.
Slowly I got myself out of bed, Feeling as if I had been put through a meat grinder as I ever so cautiously made my way towards the door. It took time, time for me to regret my life decisions that had led me to my current state, but soon enough, and also far too soon because it meant I would be back in command once more. I reached my door and opened it. As I expected, two of my Ritters stood guard outside and noticed me immediately, I tried not to blush at the obvious excitement on their faces.
"Bring me Dyrrath, along with any other first generation Marchenfurst that survived the battle, I wish to speak with them. We have much to discuss." They saluted quickly and were off without another word. They were only there to guard me until I was awake once more, I could handle any enemies myself as long as I was conscious enough to transform, it was far more important that they gathered together my Lords.
That and spread the news that I was alive and awake. I could only hope that not too many of my children had died in the final assault, I would see for myself soon enough.
It was boring waiting for them I would admit, there was no internet in the 40th millennium, no TV or Kdramas, no comics or manga. It truly was a life devoid of nearly every form of entertainment that I remembered from my previous life except for reading actual hard copy books.
Maybe it was different on civilized worlds or paradise worlds but in the depths of Ulanirs hives there was nothing to do in your downtime.
Though that was likely because most of Ulanirs population was too busy surviving and working itself to death to care about such things. While the nobility was too busy fucking one another and engaging in feasts to even try to spread even the most basic of amenities to the population.
All of this was a long winded way to say that I really did need to find a way to entertain myself, even if it was just something to pass the time.
The knock upon my door was unexpected, and a definite surprise as I heard the voice come from the other side. "My Lord, it's Celras, I heard you awoke from your rest and I wished to come and check up on you. Are you ok or should I return with the rest of your Vassals?" As her voice echoed through the door and into the room I realized that I did in fact have a way to pass the time.
"No, no I'm fine, please enter." Hesitation met my words for a second before she finally opened the door and stepped through. She was beautiful, of course all my Fey were. But this was the first time I got to actually sit and look at one of them without worries of the cult and war on my mind. And I liked what I saw.
She obviously noticed my staring as her face was lit up in a blush, only made all the worse by the fact she was out of her armor and in a much thinner outfit that couldn't hide her shifting, voluptuous body.
In that moment I made my decision. "Celras."
"Yes my lord?" Her words were hesitant, and excited, and curious. She wanted to know what I was staring at her like I was, I could tell. "Close the door, and lose the dress."
Her eyes widened as I threw the cloak that had been hiding my body from view to the side.
Oh yes, I knew what I would be doing to pass the time, and based on the way she rushed to close and the lock the door Celras was more than happy to do the same.