Hm... I am struck with inspiration like 40 thousand warhammers. I simply must see Cain suffer more...

Date Night

It was a day like any other... well except for how Emeli's Gift cast a shadow over Cainopolis creating a strange miniature Eclipse, while a festival of love organised by the Handmaidens of course reached its zenith below and how the entire sector was currently enveloped by violent sudden warp storms which could even be seen from the surface of the planet. It was on this most ordinary day when Cain made the fatal mistake of walking near the House of Rememberance and was immediately grabbed by a set of clawed arms and dragged into a portal, kept from screaming like a little girl only by the fact his mind shattering terror had overflowed into a strange sort of Zen serenity. When he came to he noticed a few things, one he was lying on a rather large and comfortable bed floating in a sea of maddening impossibility that whispered terrible secrets straight into his mind, two Emeli leaning over him like a predator from the depths of Catachan wearing "clothing" that resembled a poor parody of a nightgown and the wide array of "instruments" floating around including but not limited to an actual frakking chainsword with eyes. She smiled hungrily as her glowing emerald orbs peered into his own terrified eyes.

"Hello dear! I apologise for the suddenness of all this but I truly could not wait any longer, after all a chance like this doesn't come every millennium! You have no idea how long I have waited for this moment, or how much I have to show you~" She explained in a sultry voice like fine silk over a dagger blade, leaning into his ear. His eyes nervously drifted to the chainsword which stared back at him and revved in anticipation.

Suppressing every rational and irrational instinct he tried to find a way to weasel his way out of his girlfriend's tender mercies. "Emeli dearest... I am truly touched by all this but I was hoping... we could spend this rare chance to talk about our feelings?"

He braced himself for an eternity of soul-torture as he watched Emeli's eyes go wide and her whole form physically change colour from a rich purple into a deep magenta, before she started smiling even wider and purred with her impossibly silky voice. "Oh you dirty dirty man! What a true degenerate my brave Liberator is~"

Cain blinked, thoughts coming to an abrupt and sudden halt. He could hear the crashing sound of a million collisions in his mind and felt pandemonium in his soul. Physically incapable of thinking about it he barely managed to get a coherent sentence out his lips. "So uh... how have you been?"

Emeli summoned a pile of pillows and lounged on the bed like a resplendent courtesan, sighing deeply as she unloaded her emotions. "You truly would not be able to understand my love, every sensation has been amplified beyond mortal comprehension by the blessings of Slannesh, I know now the greatest decadencies to be pitiable attempts of a begger to touch for even the briefest fleeting moment the life of a High Lord when compared with the slightest touch in this form. But these emotions have been... hollow... without you by my side. I have indulged in more pleasures than you can even name since your gift to me and yet comparing all of that to even the shortest conversation with you my beloved is like comparing a fisherman's canoe with my gift to you hanging between our world and its sun. I have chased after this ascension for so long you must understand... but without you by my side even my life's work feels incomplete..."

Cain nodded along, some part of him was almost touched by the admissions and saw her for a moment not as a terrifying daemon princess but as simply a woman who loved him more deeply than he could even imagine himself being loved. More of him however was screaming so loudly and incoherently in his skull as to silence out the whispering in the Warp around him. One wrong move meant death... nay... death would be the best outcome in all possible worlds here. A trillion lies were proposed and vetted in his brain in the span of a half-second, for a brief moment his cognition exceeded the greatest feats of the ancient Men of Iron during the Dark Age of Technology. In the frenzy and confusion however a mistake was made and the proposal to simply tell her the truth was accidentally shipped to the vocal cords instead of the furnace where it rightfully belonged, and before he could catch himself something about the unnatural atmosphere made the words fall freely from his jaw.

"I have felt so inadequate, everyone seems to worship me and this impossible image I have built up and every day I fear I will fail them all... that one day I will make the slightest mistake and everyone will see me for what I truly am. I'm so tired, but for every victory a million more things spring up that demand my attention, and every moment of rest I take feels like squandering time I don't have. However more than any of that the idea that you may one day see right through all the grox-shit that I have built and see me for the fraud of a man I truly am terrifies me beyond anything I have ever known. "

He had done it now, he was so dead, and now he couldn't even bring himself to panic over it. Internally he apologised to everyone back home... he hoped Jurgen at least would make it out alright. He closed his eyes prepared to face oblivion or worse, a single tear rolling down his face. It wasn't a good life, but regardless he was a bit saddened this was the way it went out.

"Aww... shhh shhh no more of that now..." He heard Emeli coo before she wrapped her large clawed arms gently around him, equal parts comforting embrace and terrifying reminder of his mortality as Cain felt razor sharp claws at the end of arms strong enough to rend adamantium touch his spine. "There there... it's alright my love. The others may not understand but I do... you are only human after all, and I until your aid was only human too. These feelings you have, they are not rooted in reason, they are the traitorous whispers of inadequacy that come hand in hand with true merit. An idiot doesn't think to question their worth, most go about their entire lives trying to ignore these rare feelings as they pop up but only a truly great man could admit to their moments of weakness to themselves or others. Know this my beloved, no matter what I will not abandon you, so long as our love is true. For it is your soul of the uncountable quadrillions in the galaxy that I have chosen to love greater than my own, my brave Liberator, my precious Ciaphas Cain."

"Yes... of course. My apologies for doubting you..." He said slowly, heartbeat racing like the rotations of a pulsar. Holy shit... HOLY SHIT! He was alive, but he didn't know how much longer his luck would hold. Now more than ever he could not afford to give up the ruse.

"It's alright my love, we have plenty of time to make up for it after all since time works differently here in the warp..." She whispered sultrily into his ear, a sound that might as well be a death warrant from the Emperor himself. She ran a clawed hand along his breast and traced it up his neck. "And I can hear your heart racing, the slight hitching in your breath, the burning heat you feel inside. You are just as excited as I am aren't you~ Well luckily I am more than willing to share with you the 9000 impossible pleasures the Dark Prince has taught me~"

"Can we just kiss and cuddle?" He begged weakly, a desperate pleading gambit.

Emeli paused and put her hands in front of her face like a blushing maiden. "Oh Ciaphas~ How forward of you~! But of course, I am willing to grant you even this filthiest of fantasies~"

He sighed, closed his eyes and puckered his lips. It was not worth questioning, he just needed to get out of here before he ran out of bluffs and excuses.

Cain stumbled out of the portal like a man who had the bad luck of encountering the Arbites right after a long day spent drinking cheap amasec in the underhive. His face was completely covered with deep purple smooch marks and he had a collection of bruises and likely fractures which he would require the Panacea to treat, but he made it out with his life. He checked the time... he had been gone five minutes apparently.

"SIR SIR!" He heard Jurgen shout and a platter of footsteps down the hall. Flanked by elite members of the USA and General Mahlone in full power armour, Krystabel and a group of other high ranking Handmaidens and even some tech priests holding weapons likely designed to do unfathomable damage the loyal aide skidded to a stop right in front of him and hunched over panting. "I... you disappeared so suddenly my lord... I had feared the worst... what had h- oh!"

"Nothing to worry about I swear, just an unexpected visit from dear Emeli." He assured them. "Carry on with whatever you were doing before, your concern and prompt action is truly appreciated but this time unnecessary. I just need some injections and a nap and all will continue as scheduled."

"Yes sir!" He heard Jurgen and at least half of the group shout. Though he did catch Krystabel and Mahlone whispering something to one another before each shot him a quick thumbs up. He repressed the urge to collapse into a boneless heap then and there... not with so many eyes on him... but it was a close thing.

"None of you are to speak of this outside of this place, understood?" He ordered.

"Yes great Liberator!" Came the expected chorus of responses.

When he finally found his way back to his chambers he half-stumbled to his desk and quickly unlocked the hidden compartment hiding the 110 proof amasec. He poured himself a glass before gently setting said glass aside on the table and downing the rest straight from the bottle.