Re: Warhammer 40K: The Curse of Kronus
Chapter 8- Sisters
She felt something soft and supportive under her, feeling very comfortable. Her armor also felt like it was light, as if she didn't have it on.
Seraph slowly opened her her eyes.
She found herself in a landscape that was seemingly psychadelic from all the strange foliage, with small, dark green mushrooms extruding spores to a strange, vinelike violet construct, that spiraled into large pillers, to a tiny flower with a huge, glistening purple fruit that literally bent the stem in an arch.
A little ways away, over a mushroom as big as a Rhino's sidedoor, floated Kelinas, meditating. Her armor was floating around her like a small nimbus of planets aound a fiery sun. Seraph also noted that the girl was seemingly naked except for the hair that draped behind her back.
As for heself, Seraph noted that the heavier parts of her armor was gone, but the cloth parts of her body armor were all still wrapped on her, as well as a large bandage over her forehead.
Kel turned a bit at the sound of the other person moving. "Ah, you're awake," she said, peering over the left shoulder, the symbol of Slaanish embossed on it.
Seraph stared at it a bit, her own grey eyes taking in the odvious signs of Chaos in the area, her innate sence of the curroption tingling from the mass of curroption. "Where am I?"
Kel sighed as she got up, her armor soon floating back to her as she slid pieces back into place. "My realem of the Warp. Took me a year or so to choose some of the more docile plants in the Eye for my own little meditation spot..."
Seraph nodded as she watched Kel dress herself, the sound of Power Armor clanking together gently. "So, you really are my sister..."
"And I'm yours. It's strange, I expected the Dark Eldar to have killed you, which is why when I first saw you, I was surprised."
Seraph nodded. "I thought they killed you. I hid in the fireplace, and then the house collapsed... but why? How come you turned to Chaos? You always idolized the Imperium..."
"The Imperium left me for dead!" Kel interupted, her eyes blazing a bit as she faced Seraph, her anger apparent. "They knew where the slave camps were, and both the White Scars and Ultramarines were in the area. I raided a archive ship just to find out what had happened. They ignored the pleas for help, just because thier sweep the day before had not found a single note of the xeno before the attack. How long did you have to fend for yourself?!? A week? Two weeks!?! A YEAR!?!"
Seraph stood there, watching her tyrade, sighing a bit as she started to calm down a bit, then sighed. "I-I'm sorry, it's just that, ever since the Eldar took me, I've had a grudge. It's too late for it, I'm sorry-"
"Don't be, I'm not too fussed with the Emporer myself."
Kel dropped the shoulder pad she was holding. "What?"
"It's all this stuff with the Immortal Emporer. Like you, I've seen world's burn and perish due to the alien infestation. Every single civilian soul lost believed that the Emporer would protect them. It's a sad thought, but maybe we're preaching the wrong gospel..."
"You're not an Emporer-worshiper, are you?"
Seraph gave a small dry laugh. "My superiors consider me 'borderline heritic' because I rather pray to the heavens then to an aged man in a tin coffin," she explained.
Kel smiled a bit. "Well, that puts my mind to ease at least, though it's still a bit hard for all this..." she said as she sat too, plucking one of the violet fruits. "Sesfruit?"
Seraph eyed it. "Is it poisoned or some other danger?"
Kel smiled. "Only biggie is it causes an increase in fertility, not that either of us really need to worry about that one," she joked, taking another one and relieving the plant of it's burden, letting it stand strait.
Seraph smiled back and took it, tasting the sweetish juices and slightly sour flesh. "So, what HAS happened to you Kel? You mentioned slavery, but what led to this?"
Kel sighed and leaned back, staring at the constantly swirling, violet sky. "It was a few years after they took me. I was miserable, the days was one torment to another, I could barely stand it, but I was always gaurded too much to be allowed to kill myself..."
"And then it started. The trials. All of a sudden, many of my captors were under the effects of strange and unholy desieses. Not even the Dark Eldar could tell what was going on, then again, it's really hard to tell the difference between a natural plauge and Father Nurgle's work..."
Seraph nodded. "Lord of decay..."
Kel looked up a bit. "How do you know?"
Seraph smiled. "A little light reading anyway, what happened then?"
Kel sighed as she thought. "The last of the six months was the worse. I was suddenly striken with fatige and bouts of morning sickness as well, seemingly at random. It's odd, though. I was at peace as I did. There was so few left from the epidemic I finally escaped them, though I was stuck in the wilds now, still with that strange sickness."
"It was another month before the next challenge began. When... he I think would work... first appeared, he seemed to be just another human. I could barely move from the desiese by then, I learned later that it eventually would have turned me into a Lesser Demon, but Nurgle had halted it at Slaanish's request, due to the circumstances of the bet. I passed out in the man's arms, and when I awoke, I found myself here, on this very mushroom. The ground was a bit more used though, more like an alter of worship."
"Wow, sounds like this part is more enjoyable," Seraph pipes up.
Kel nodded with a grin. "Much so. Compared to the Dark ones, I was treated like a queen. I literally had a demoness watching over me all the time, even as I experienced all the pleasures I was allowed. I heard music again for the first time in years, and I learned all sorts of tricks with my body and mind. It's soo much of a blur, but I think I actually birthed a few demonesses during that time," she told, a slight blush coming to her cheek as she talks of these subjects.
"Then, it was the end. I was sitting here resting, the demons had decided to iniciate one hell of a sexual run for an entire day, and I was still recovering, when they appeared. Grandfather Nurgle and Father Slaanish, and they gave the whole thing up..."
"That they were testing you for thier own ends," Seraph added.
"Indeed. They wanted to prove who was stronger, the Lord of Decay or the Lord of Excess," Kelinas explained. "They said I had one day to choose one, but something strange was going on- I couldn't choose. I spent most of the night awake as my mind wandered down to the two facts: One had saved me from my captors, but the other had taught me more then I could ever imagine."
"Finally, I decided. I called one of my attendents, and she and one of Grandfather's servents helped me with these," she said, nodding to the symbols on each of her non-shoulderpadded shoulders. "And the rest is history. I was given my gifts for my unorthidox response, and I'm now in the Chaos army up to my neck, and I couldn't be happier."
"Well, that's my story. What happened to you?"
"Oh, the usual when a kid is stuck as the only survivor. White Scars saved my ass, had a psycher probe through my head, called me clean, then shoved off to Schola Progenium."
"Battle Sisters 'R Us."
"Yup. Anyway, after some years there, I was scooped up for big girl school, and they learned I was better with my wings then my legs. And that's that."
Kel nodded, noting the shortness. "Seems like we're polar opposites compared to each other. One a willing servent to Chaos, one a reluctent servent to the toughest squad of the Imperium."
"Let's face it, I'm in the wrong army..." Seraph sighed. "I'm too damn curious, I can't even count how many times I've been with the Repentias..."
"Aww, no need to be too sad Seraph, I'm sure it's not that bad..." Kel explained.
"N-no, it's..." she stuttered, then looked at her. All of a sudden, Seraph bent over to Kel's face and kissed her deeply on the lips.
Compleately lost for words, Kel fell backwards, her armored back bending a bit as Seraph pressed her lips harder to the Chaos girl.
As Kel slightly struggled with the Seraphim, Seraph began fumbling with the catches of the armor. She was right when she saw it was a custom job, as she found the plates had catches on the outside of the armor, leading it to be thought that often Kel liked being without it. Slowly her hands started depressing the catches, almost too nimble for the Chaos Chosen to keep track of.
Finally, the kiss broke, Kel gasping for breath as she stared up at her sister. "Reph?!? What are you doing?!?" she panted.
"I just wanted to see what sex with a Chaos Lord was like," she replied with a semi-innocent air in her voice, though the mistevious glint in her eyes told her what she was really after.
Not that she minded.
