Feat accomplished: defeat Runon in a duel. 50 CP gained, current balance: 150 CP
That particular piece of text appearing in my field of vision wasn't too surprising, considering the same had happened when I'd defeated Camael. Even still, gaining 50 CP every time I defeated another Space Marine seemed too good to be true, especially now that I had a sense of what this CP was actually worth. Maybe it was only those that were significant to me personally, Camael and Runon both being so, albeit for entirely opposite reasons? It seemed plausible enough.
Something else to ask my new patron about. Whenever I slept, it lasted four hours at a time, but I didn't feel the need to do it every night. One of my gene-seed organs, the Catalepsean Node, allowed me to cycle portions of my brain between sleep and wakefulness while the rest of my remained awake and alert. It wasn't a replacement for true sleep, but I only felt the need to do it one night a week; it was shocking how much more you could get done when you had an extra 52 hours spent awake each week.
100 CP gained, current balance: 250 CP
Spoiler: Madoka Magica - Wraith Timeline: Decretum (Cost: 600 CP)
Your current balance is insufficient. Do you wish to lock in this perk?
It was all I could to not fall over myself as I read the text before me, specifically the first line. If a priceless archeotech relic like my new armour was worth 250 CP, how potent was something worth more than double that?
Something that I couldn't currently afford, of course. Still, this seemed too good to pass up. Immunity to manipulation by way of my mental flaws was huge by itself, that being one of the more underappreciated ways in which people fell to Chaos. And then drawing power from mental trauma… as a rule, there was no such thing as an untraumatised Space Marine, the very process of becoming one designed to induce it. What set us apart from unaugmented humans was the extensive hypno-indoctrination we underwent, 'rewiring' our brains to allow us to remain unaffected. The trauma itself was still there, we'd simply been 'programmed' to ignore it.
What did it mean by 'magical energy' though? Did it mean Warp energy? The description was a bit vague. Could I selectively isolate enemies? In a battlefield situation, with many different enemy combatants, turning a fight against multiple enemies into a series of one-on-one duels would make defeating them much easier. And against Gabriel… individually, he was by far the most dangerous member of the Angels Transcendent, but his honour guard weren't to be trifled with either, millennia of blessings from the Prince of Pleasure enhancing their bodies and minds. If I could fight him alone...
Admittedly, I did still have the opportunity cost of other potential perks, still not having much context for what was available. Still, my gut instinct was to lock it in, and wait until I could afford it. However long that would take.
That was for the future. For now, I made my way down to the holding pens aboard the Tears of Sanguinius. After killing Runon, all of his belongings were now mine, meagre though they were. The main thing of value was his private estate back on Baal Superior. After the implantation of one's Black Carapace, and reaching the status of a fully fledged battle brother, each new member of the Angels Transcendent were given a square of land, six kilometres to a side, to be their personal domain, with the rest of the planet collectively belonging to the warband as a whole. Adding Runon's onto my own meant I was now entitled to a full 72 square kilometres to do with as I saw fit.
Since Runon's estate wasn't adjacent to my own, I would request to have my existing estate expand into the surrounding area, Runon's chattels moving into the new land, while the land that previously belonged to Runon would return to being communal property. Moving all of their belongings would be the more of a challenge, though not impossible. Baal Superior itself was basically a feudal world, the Angels Transcendent its feudal lords, so it wasn't as if they'd be moving anything particularly valuable around.
I had to take an elevator down into the ship's lower decks, where the prisoners were located. The new chattels would have their own cage, purely to keep track of who belonged to who, even if they were all given identification tattoos to be on the safe side. My new Sororitas concubines I kept in my own quarters only because I thought they might provide some light entertainment, though I wouldn't let loose on them until we returned home.
"Melekh. I think I can guess why you're here," said battle brother Selzak, tilting his head in respect. Young by our standards, only around 70 years old, he was unlucky enough to be on guard duty. I didn't know him very well, but you didn't live as part of the same warband for decades without getting to be on a first name basis.
"Heard about my little falling out with Runon, did you?" I asked dryly.
Selzak chortled. "A falling out that ended with his head being split in half. I know he wasn't the brightest, but I was surprised that even he would dare to challenge a sorcerer."
"He never liked me, for some unfathomable reason. I sensed his greed and overconfidence, and my goading did the rest," I shrugged. "Anyway, I'm here to see his new charges," I said, not bothering to ask whether he had any.
"This way," he said, as I followed him to the relevant cell, which held eight children; three boys, five girls. I'd guess the oldest was around twelve or thirteen years old, the youngest two or three.
"I believe they're all siblings," Selzak said. "Runon made them watch as he drained their parents' blood."
"Of course he did," I muttered, rolling my eyes. "Well, I'm sure you'll be glad to know that Runon, your parents' killer, is now dead, thanks to yours truly," I said to the children.
"You mean, the bad man… he's dead?" Asked the middle girl, her voice hopeful.
"I'm rather afraid that every single one of us is a 'bad man'," I replied, unsure of how I was supposed to speak to children. "Officially, you are now my property, but rest assured that I am less cruel than Runon."
"What will you do with us?" Asked the oldest boy.
"In a week or so we will journey back to Baal Superior, our homeworld," I replied. "One of my servants will find a suitable home for you, I'm sure."
"Th… thank you," said the oldest girl quietly.
"You can thank me by working on my estate, at least once you've come of age," I replied, satisfied they were in adequate condition.
"I'll get someone to come along and change their tattoos, make it clear they belong to you now," Selzak said.
"Thank you Selzak," I replied.
"What can I say, I'm just doing my job."
I just nodded as I turned and left, heading back to my quarters. Perhaps my new Sororitas would provide some more amusement through their efforts to bring me around to their side.
-x-x-x-x-
By now, the Angels Transcendent fleet had been in orbit above Adderoth for a full week. We would be leaving soon, as my brothers' efforts to convert its people to the ways of Slaanesh were going swimmingly, through a combination of sorcerous rituals and the efforts of our human cultist auxiliaries. From this point onwards their efforts would be self-sustaining, with another planet brought into the not-so-gentle embrace of the Chaos God of excess.
Before we left however, we would all be taking part in a ritual. Not sorcerous in nature, instead it was purely to offer up our praise to Slaanesh. As much as I would like to focus solely on the positive aspect, it was a bit difficult to do that when people were having their hearts cut out and eaten right in front of me.
"Praise be to the Prince of Pleasure!" The head dark apostle intoned. This was another way we differed to our Emperor's Children counterparts. Their relationship with the Dark Prince was mostly transactional; their souls in exchange for power, and all that. My brothers, by contrast, were much more devout in their worship, as evidenced by our very own dark apostles, a position which was nearly unheard of outside the Word Bearers. Ours, of course, were dedicated solely to one god.
"Praise be!" Said the rest of us.
"Lord Slaanesh, bless the children of Adderoth!" continued the head apostle. "Once blinded by the Corpse Emperor's light, show them the true path of freedom! Show them pain! Show them pleasure! Show them abandon! Only then will they be ready to walk inside the halls of your grand palace!"
"Bless the children of Adderoth!" We said.
It was at this point the ritual started getting interesting, as a naked, chained knight was manhandled onto the altar. He was middle aged, I'd guess somewhere in his late thirties to early forties. One who was deemed unsuitable to bring back to Baal Superior, yet still strong enough to provide vitality. "Bless your children, those who carry out your righteous quest!" Said the head apostle. "From the bodies of the unworthy, bless us with fruit! From the veins of the unworthy, bless us with wine!"
The head apostle paused in his speech to regard me, having been chosen to be the first to take part in the communion on account of my performance during the assault on the governor's space station. "Come forward, Melekh my child," the apostle said. His tone turned soft, almost kindly. Judged purely by his voice, he could almost be mistaken for the very best of the Ecclesiarchy's priests, those who genuinely cared for their flock. Like them, the apostles did care for us, in their own twisted way. It was almost enough to make me feel bad for eventually betraying them.
I approached the altar, standing opposite the head apostle, ignoring the sacrifice's annoying pleading for his life. The apostle grasped an ornate, wavy bladed knife made of crystallised blood, a product of Gabriel's haemomancy, and drove it into the man's chest, deftly cutting out his still beating heart, which he handed to me. At the same time, the lower ranking apostles gathered up the spilled blood into a jewelled goblet.
"From the bodies of the unworthy, bless us with fruit!" I said loudly as I devoured the heart, hating how utterly delicious it was, before being handed the goblet. "From the veins of the unworthy, bless us with wine!" I said before drinking the blood.
I moved out of the way for the process to be repeated for my brethren. With it, marked the end of the Angels Transcendent occupation of Adderoth.
-x-x-x-x-
"Hello again, my champion," said the positive aspect of Slaanesh when I went to sleep that night.
"Lady Slaanesh, I am at your command," I said, bowing before her.
"Please, do not bow before me," she replied, seeming uncomfortable with my display of subservience. "After all, you are the closest thing to a friend that I have right now."
I couldn't help but frown. "What need does the divine have for such mundane things as friendship?"
"I beg your pardon!?" my patron said indignantly.
I had to force myself to not outwardly wince. "I apologise my lady, I did not mean to offend you," I said quickly.
Slaanesh sighed. "You didn't offend me, not really. It's a rather sad commentary on the state of the galaxy that you felt impelled to pose such a question. Explain to me Melekh; why does the fact that I'm a god imply that I have no desire for friendship?"
I didn't immediately answer, instead taking the time to actually think about my response, not wanting to put my foot in my mouth yet again.
"I suppose I just assumed that the needs of a being so far above myself would be equally far above my own needs," I eventually said.
"The primarchs were also above you," she pointed out. "Do you believe that they had no need for friendship?"
"They were still created in the image of mortals," I countered.
"And I was created from the emotions of mortals," she shrugged. "The pleasure cultists that led to my birth were as monstrous as their modern progeny, the drukhari. Yet in their pursuit of ever greater emotional stimulation did lead some to experience more positive emotions. These emotions coalesced in the Warp as me."
My patron made our surroundings shift, as she showed me what could only be an image of a pre-fall aeldari city. Towering, slender skyscrapers of gleaming wraithbone that dwarfed even the greatest hive cities stood tall and proud in the distance, thousands of grav vehicles gracefully whizzing through and past them. In the foreground was some sort of park, plants that were somehow greener than green interspersed with beautiful flowers of all different colours, all clearly Warp-based in nature.
More significant were the xenos that stood immediately before us; a pair of adult aeldari, one male and one female, watched lovingly over a pair of children playing on the ground. It seemed bizarre that such alien beings would engage in something so… pedestrian.
"I will concede that the ancient aeldari must have acted positively towards their own kind, if nothing else," I said. "This begs the question, where did it all go so horribly wrong?"
I saw the sculpted lips of Slaanesh curl in disgust. "Asuryan, and his moronic ban on interfering in mortal affairs. My children were made by the old ones for war, Melekh. While I am obviously glad that they were able to move beyond the reason for their existence, they were not meant to exist independently from their deities. Thus, when Asuryan and his fellows retreated into the Warp, the aeldari responded by making their own god. The first God of Chaos since the war in heaven, more than 60 million years ago."
I felt the chills, as I realised she had just divulged the origins of Chaos itself. "It is hardly a secret, just a fact that is not widely spread," she said. "The Emperor of Mankind knows of course, as do the more learned of my children, but I cannot say who else."
"Are they your children?" I asked. "Would the original aeldari pantheon not have a better claim to the title of their parents?"
"Of course they did, prior to being consumed by me and my negative aspect," Slaanesh replied. "A few remnants of Khaine remain throughout the craftworlds, and Cegorach remains whole, inscrutable as ever even to me. Most significantly… Isha, the goddess of life and healing, remains whole as well, though trapped within the garden of Nurgle. Now if you could rescue her, and better yet, turn her into your concubine…" she trailed off, grinning.
I blinked in surprise. "Me? Claim a goddess as a concubine?"
"Why not? The Emperor is not truly a god himself, yet is still powerful enough to challenge those that are. You may never become a god yourself Melekh, but like him, you may well become something very much like one."
I raised an eyebrow. "And you would just… accept me being that powerful?"
"Why wouldn't I? My power already extends far beyond this plane, yet even within it my power will grow faster than yours. Not to mention our binding pact. We will raise each other up," she replied, before her mouth morphed into a sly smile. "I do look forward to when I've grown powerful enough to manifest within the materium directly. I think I would enjoy such a handsome young man as my lover."
"What!?" I blurted out.
Slaanesh chuckled. "Don't tell me it doesn't excite you Melekh. Just imagine, your harem becoming our harem. Who knows how many goddesses will fill its ranks this time in ten millennia?"
"Well you certainly know how to motivate don't you," I said dryly, once I'd regained my composure. "Although… would you really accept such an arrangement, being born of positive emotions?"
Her smile faded, her expression turning contemplative. "Being born of positive emotions does not guarantee a positive outcome, you know," she murmured, as our surroundings shifted. We appeared to be in some sort of medicae facility, thousands of what appeared to be people, their faces plugged into some strange device that covered their eyes and ears, electrodes wired into their skulls as feeding tubes fed directly into their stomachs.
"The sensory input these people are subject to, combined with the wires directly stimulating their brains, are designed to induce intense feelings of rapture within them," she said dispassionately. "Plainly, this is the most efficient means of empowering myself. Would you regard this as a positive outcome, Melekh?"
"What? Of course it isn't!"
"But why not?" she challenged. "Just think about how happy they are. Far happier than they could ever hope to achieve living a healthy, fulfilling, normal life."
"Well… the potential for greater societal and technological development would seem to be nonexistent."
"What are those things if not means of ensuring a happier populace?" Slaanesh asked. "At the end of the day, happiness is nothing more than brain chemistry. What need does a happy man have for technology that cannot possibly make him any happier?"
I was not exactly a born scholar, despite being the Chaos equivalent of a Space Marine librarian. Which wasn't to say that I didn't enjoy learning, because I did; I just found it easier to smash people's heads in. Thus, as much as I wanted to deny my patron's words, I struggled to come up with a good rebuttal. I was tempted to say that there was more to life than happiness, but clearly the people plugged into the happiness machine thought otherwise.
"I bring this up only to highlight that engaging in your more base desires will not negatively affect me in any way," she said idly. "The means you have used to control them… does it remind you of anything?"
I swallowed, seeing where she was going with this. "To be clear, I'm not telling you to stop," Slaanesh said. "The positive emotions of your concubines empower me just the same as anyone else's. More so, perhaps, given their intensity. The difference, Melekh, is not that I am an automatic force for good. It is that, unlike my negative aspect, I merely have the capacity for good."
"Why tell me all of this?" I asked. "Why try to convince me of anything other than your virtuosity?"
"Why did you insist on telling me that you weren't a good person when I presented my pact to you? I surmise that you did not wish for our relationship to exist under false pretences. I thought it best to reciprocate, mainly to allay some of your lingering concerns. I will not be displeased if you engage in an act that is not an objective good. Only if you sink to the same depths of depravity as your brethren."
"Is there even such a thing as an objective good?"
"That, darling, is a philosophical argument as old as philosophy itself," Slaanesh replied. "From my perspective, the only things in the multiverse of any importance are its sapient inhabitants. Whatever the majority of such beings regard as being good is the closest we will ever get to a truly objective good."
"Because of how they resonate within the Warp?" I guessed.
She shook her head, her long hair swaying from side to side. "They do resonate, but their beliefs are important for their own sake as well. That includes beings which do not interact with the Warp at all, most notably the Necrons."
The grisly imagery of the positive emotions factory my patron had conjured up earlier had long since faded, replaced by the misty, ethereal garden that I was used to. My first time here, I had been so overcome with shock at my new circumstances that I hadn't noticed just how peaceful it was here.
As if she could hear my thoughts - which she probably could - Slaanesh conjured up a thick blanket on the ghostly ground beneath our feet. She sat down on it, gesturing at me to do the same.
"This is… pleasant," I said softly, not wanting to disturb the silence as I sat down. There was no noise here, but I found the quiet atmosphere peaceful rather than unsettling.
"Of those that were brought before my negative aspect, this is where many of them broke," she replied.
Noticing the way I tensed up she clarified, "Well, not exactly like this of course, but in a similar vein. The palace of Slaanesh is a realm of temptation, as you might imagine. One that appeals to every vice imaginable. This 'vice', if you can call it that, is the most subtle, and thus the most insidious."
"The vice of… what, peacefulness?" I asked.
"Respite from a galaxy gone mad," she replied. "I will not use this against you, Melekh. Feel free to stay here for as long as you like."
"Won't it end when I wake up?"
"It will, but your perception of the passage of time is… malleable. You could spend relative centuries here, if you so wished."
"Perhaps I won't go quite that far," I murmured, content to just… take in the silence. Bask in the nothingness around me, the positive aspect of the Chaos God of excess my only company.
100 CP gained, current balance: 350 CP
"That perk you earned earlier, the one you cannot yet afford," Slaanesh said abruptly, obviously aware I'd just earned more of this CP. "Do you wish to see which slice of the multiverse it hails from?"
"Well, if you are offering," I replied, my interest piqued.
Our surroundings once again shifted, to one of the most bizarre sights I'd ever seen. A monstrous creature, like a type of daemon I'd never seen before, resided within some sort of warped realm, lights and colours constantly shifting, the angles of the walls and floor inconsistent, yet consistently… off.
Facing off against the possibly unknown type of daemon was, quite incongruously, a child. A small, petite young girl, her hair and eyes bright pink, as was her frilly dress. Not exactly what came to mind when I thought of fearsome warriors, yet the girl was no slouch. Obviously a psyker of some kind, wielding her power through a bow that fired arrows of magical energy that tore into the daemon.
"Before you ask, she really is as young as she looks," Slaanesh said. "As are her compatriots who fight against these witches, as they are known. Something that benefits those who grant them their power greatly."
I was confused for a second, but then my mind cast back to the children I'd 'rescued' from Runon earlier this week.
"The emotions of the innocent… they resonate particularly strongly within the Warp," I eventually said. "Perhaps the patrons of these children draw power from their volatile emotions somehow?"
"Precisely," Slaanesh replied. "In raw terms, they may have less mental trauma than you, if only due to your far longer life. On the other hand, they also lack your hypno-indoctrination… that is to say, they lack your transhuman mental resilience."
"They are rendered unable to handle the depth of their emotions on purpose," I realised.
My patron nodded. "As dire as their fates are, the state of this galaxy outweighs it many, many times over. You'll have your work cut out Melekh, but you won't let that hold you back, will you?"
I shook my head. "No goal worthy of being striven for is easy, my lady. That is arguably what makes it worthy."
"I am glad you understand," she replied, smiling softly. "Enough of that for now. Let us think of more… positive matters."
I allowed myself to relax, as I conversed with my patron. As unexpected as this new chapter of my life was… it was definitely better than the last chapter. Both for the galaxy as a whole, and my mental state.
AN:
I am rather happy with how I've fleshed out the Angels Transcendent as a 'faction', if you can call it that. Hopefully I've given people a decent mental image of what they're supposed to look like, how they operate etc.
I will freely admit that I know very little about magical girl stuff, and most of what I do know comes from stuff on this site. Suffice to say that Melekh empathises far more with them and their plight than you might expect. Being attuned to the Warp means being attuned to emotion, after all.Last edited: Jun 25, 2025 Like ReplyReport Reactions:Student of Zelretch, Xryuran, Sorain and 241 othersShakieJun 25, 2025Add bookmarkView discussionThreadmarks 7 - New sisters (NSFW) New View contentShakieBad girls = best girlsJul 1, 2025Add bookmark#41Location: in orbit above the daemon world Baal Superior, the Eye of Terror, Segmentum Obscurus
Date: 0.198.150.M42
Sisters of the Adepta Sororitas, Angelica and Lucinda, were jolted out of their prayers to the God Emperor as the Tears of Sanguinius abruptly reentered realspace.
"Ah, home sweet home," drawled their captor. The heretical sorcerer whose name they'd since learned was Melekh was dressed casually, wearing a red and black robe top and trousers with intricate gold stitching. He lounged in an oversized armchair reading a scroll.
"We've reached your warband's homeworld then?" Lucinda asked.
"A daemon world, by the name of Baal Superior. I don't think I need to explain why," he replied. "To be fair, I don't doubt that it is superior to Baal itself."
"How so?" Angelica asked.
"As I'm sure you've noticed, Gabriel is hardly your typical Slaaneshi daemon prince," Melekh replied. "As you might imagine, his mask of civility is quick to come off behind closed doors, but the fact that he even has such a mask is remarkable. Something reflected in his domain. Baal Superior is actually a rather nice place, at least for us."
"His more or less 'normal' appearance would seem to be at odds with other daemons," Lucinda conceded.
Melekh nodded. "Theoretically, daemons are nothing more than pieces of their respective gods, unable to act out of line with their patron's nature. In practice, daemon princes have far more autonomy than even greater daemons, owing to their status as ascended mortals. The Four do not wish to lose out on the creativity which led to their servants' ascension in the first place. This is particularly true of Gabriel, who is willing to sacrifice a modicum of power by being willingly bound to a mortal host, allowing him to remain in the materium indefinitely."
"I pity whichever poor soul is forced to endure the presence of that monster," Angelica said with a scowl of disgust.
"I understand that upon his apotheosis, Gabriel persuaded his most loyal mortal followers to prepare the body of a loyalist Blood Angel to house his essence," Melekh explained. "Tattooed with the bare minimum of binding runes to anchor Gabriel to the body of his new host, which he was free to reshape in his own image. While the binding may have blunted his power somewhat, I imagine that the strength he's gained from reaving the galaxy for the past eleven millennia more than makes up for that slight loss."
"He is powerful then," Lucinda stated.
"Extremely. I happen to know that his sword contains the bound essence of a Keeper of Secrets, a greater daemon of the Dark Prince, purely to prove that he could. Not that that particular greater daemon will be in the upper echelons of daemonkind, but even still…"
"I have faith that the God Emperor will one day lead Lord el'Jonson to cross paths with him," Angelica said, her voice full of conviction.
"Is it true that the Primarch of the Dark Angels has returned?" Melekh asked. "I had heard rumours of course, but I assumed they were just that. Rumours."
Angelica nodded. "He will lay waste to all heretics that stand before him, no matter how powerful."
"If that is true, then Gabriel will not be stupid enough to risk being caught in his vicinity," Melekh said. "That is why I must grow powerful enough to do it myself. Treachery may be the greatest sin of all, but ridding the galaxy of such a being will offset that particular stain upon my soul."
"On that, we are in agreement," Lucinda replied. She and Angelica had come to an understanding during their captivity. They both knew they were playing with fire by playing along, but they were willing to risk damnation for the chance to rid the God Emperor's rightful domain of such evil.
Their conversation was cut short by a metallic clang as someone knocked on the door. Melekh rose from his chair, telekinetically opening the door, revealing a trio of human cultists.
"Lord Melekh, we are now in orbit above Baal Superior," said the one at the front with the finest garb. "Shall your new concubines be prepared for transport?"
"Yes," Melekh replied. "Also arrange for their weapons, armour and other equipment to be escorted separately."
"At once, my lord," said the lead cultist, as he and the other two entered brandishing chained metal collars and handcuffs.
"I shall be quite displeased if I am forced to restrain the two of you for these gentlemen to do their work," Melekh said, his voice low.
The two Battle Sisters looked at each other, sighing in unison, but not resisting as they were bound, their hands cuffed behind their backs while their necks were encased in metal. They were already committed by now.
Melekh took the opportunity to change out of his robes, putting on his armour's undersuit, followed by the armour itself. He then attached their neck chains to his armour's belt, his far greater mass preventing them from doing anything but following.
"Try not to fall over. I would hate to have to drag you," he smirked as he exited the room, Angelica and Lucinda forced to follow. They stood tall and proud as they walked, refusing to be bowed by this humiliation.
The sheer size of the Angels Transcendent battle barge meant they were walking for almost half an hour through its adamantium bulkheads, eventually reaching a large hangar, where a number of shuttles were ferrying the heretic Astartes to the surface along with their belongings, which almost invariably included people.
Melekh's shuttle was already waiting for him, he and the Sororitas entering without further ado. Curiously, it contained two suits of Space Marine power armour.
"There is one more suit of power armour than I expected," Lucinda remarked.
Melekh grinned. "One of my more idiotic brethren, a chap by the name of Runon, challenged me to a duel in the hope of claiming my Terminator armour for himself. He didn't regret his decision for very long."
"So all of his belongings are now yours?"
Their captor nodded. "I'll have them pawned off before too long. A fully functioning suit of power armour and power spear should be worth a good few credits."
"You use the imperial credit?" Angelica asked, incredulous.
Melekh barked in laughter. "What, do you think our glorious leader would allow us to barter like savages? No, he insists that we do things properly. For his particular definition of properly anyway. Besides, what other currency would we use?"
"But, that's utterly ridiculous! What use is money in the Eye of Terror?"
"What use is money anywhere? It's a convenient medium of exchange," Melekh shrugged. "Admittedly, I'm not aware of anywhere besides Baal Superior that actually accepts credits, they're purely for we Angels Transcendent to trade between ourselves. All of Runon's equipment that I decide to sell will be sold on to the nearest Dark Mechanicum forge world. Obviously, I could get a better deal if I went there and sold it myself, but who's got the time for that? Not me. I'd much rather be enjoying the company of my lovely concubines."
Angelica's lips curled in disgust. "Yes, how much pleasure will you gain from slaking your lust upon our bodies, I wonder?"
"Less than you will," Melekh replied. "That isn't just my ego talking either. At least, not completely. One of the main reasons I chose to specialise in biomancy was to reshape the human body in any way I saw fit. At present, you are simply not physically capable of experiencing the levels of pleasure that you will soon experience at my hands. And genitals," he smirked.
Though neither Battle Sister would admit it, the world of Baal Superior could not be described as anything other than beautiful, an orb covered by a kaleidoscopic atmosphere of multicoloured swirling vortices. As the shuttle descended through the atmosphere, they saw that the ground beneath was no less colourful than the sky, psychedelic forests interspersed with fields, towns and villages.
Their destination was located on Baal Superior's southern hemisphere, on the north coast of a continent sized island surrounded by sparkling, blue-black water. It wasn't long before Melekh's home came into view; an ornate, gothic style tower of black, red and gold, surrounded by rainbow trees and overlooking a feudal style village. A village that easily could have been mistaken for one back on Adderoth, if not for the far more vibrant surroundings.
Spoiler: Melekh's tower
Swirling, many hued aurorae lit up the night sky as they came in to land. They exited the craft, a squad of human cultists escorting Melekh's belongings into the tower. Neither Angelica nor Lucinda failed to notice how Melekh trusted the cultists enough to carry out the task without fear of anything being stolen. Clearly, they were as deeply entrenched in heretical thought as their master.
Melekh walked up the steps leading to his tower's main entrance, the Sororitas forced to follow. A pair of footmen were waiting to open the doors for him. In contrast to their surroundings, the footmen were more subdued in their appearance, clad all in black besides their gleaming white masks, neither of them making a sound.
More footmen waited inside, a hallway of ornate marble, its colour scheme matching the outside of the tower, interspersed with ornate gothic pillars and baroque gilded furniture. Melekh's servants looked on in silence as Angelica and Lucinda saw the lady of the tower, surprised that there even was such a thing.
What wasn't a surprise was her appearance; tall, statuesque and effortlessly beautiful, with blonde hair that hung down past her waist and deep blue eyes. Then there were her oversized breasts that seemed to defy gravity by how they sat high on her chest without even a hint of sagging, plenty of cleavage visible beneath her low cut, blue and gold dress, clearly of the finest make. Her high heeled platform sandals meant she easily stood over Angelica and Lucinda, while her ornate gold jewellery left no illusions as to who was Melekh's favourite. Most curiously of all was that she held a sturdy wooden staff which bore a gold star of Chaos at the top, gold runes and inscribed papyrus decorating the haft.
Spoiler: Erys
"Welcome home Master," the girl said, a broad smile plainly visible on her face as she rushed over to wrap her arms around her master. He effortlessly lifted her into the air and pulled her into a deep kiss.
"Erys my love, I have missed you," Melekh said, his voice unexpectedly tender.
"And I you," Erys replied just as softly, before they went in for another kiss. The Sororitas couldn't help but fidget awkwardly as they stood here feet away from the raw display of affection.
"I see you've acquired a new suit of armour Master. Very impressive it is too," Erys said. "The raid went well then?"
"It did, though this is not directly related," Melekh replied. "What was directly related was a full preceptory of the Order of the Bloody Rose which happened to be present at Adderoth simultaneously with ourselves. This pair are what remains."
Erys turned her surprisingly sharp gaze upon them. "Welcome to the home of Master Melekh," she said warmly. "My name is Erys, Master Melekh's head concubine. It fills my heart with joy to welcome new sisters into our ranks."
"You're serious, aren't you?" Lucinda asked, surprised. "You really are glad to meet us, despite us standing in complete opposition to one another?"
"What are religious beliefs if not theological opinions?" Erys replied cheerfully. "It would be so boring if we all agreed on everything. Master Melekh and I have always enjoyed debating philosophical and theological matters with each other. It's so nice to have others that are so well educated!"
"Opinions!?" Angelica screeched, unable to contain herself despite her commitment to playing along. "It is the truth that the God Emperor is the only true god in the galaxy, no, the universe! He will burn these Warp parasites you call gods with holy fire!"
Erys tutted. "Why must you imperials be so aggressive all the time?" she asked, completely unperturbed. The tone of her voice was the kind one might use to address a child having a temper tantrum. "I swear, there are Khornate berserkers out there that are more placid. It's a miracle you don't all keel over from hypertension."
"The sad part is, there probably are as well," Melekh snorted. "I see that remaining calm is not part of the Schola Progenium's curriculum."
Angelica noticed how Lucinda's expression was more analytical, almost fascinated. Erys's mannerisms did seem to be at odds with her situation. Was her love for Melekh genuine? Or had she simply been so thoroughly mind broken as to achieve the same effect? The latter seemed more likely, if not for the fact that Melekh seemed to return the affection.
"It's no matter, Master. I am sure they will be quick to learn the superiority of our ways," Erys said, resting her staff in the crook of her arm as she gently cupped their faces. Crackling blue lightning flashed in the girl's eyes, and Angelica and Lucinda knew nothing more.
-x-x-x-x-
Angelica awoke with a start, quickly becoming aware of her new situation. She had been stripped completely naked, with chained manacles around her wrists and ankles firmly attached to the ceiling and floor, forcing her to stand in a spread eagle position. Lucinda was similarly bound next to her, still unconscious.
There was nothing else in the room besides its bare stone walls, floor and ceiling, a lone lightbulb glowing in the centre of the ceiling. A metal door stood opposite them, plain except for two grates; one at head height for a human, the other at head height for a Space Marine.
"Sister Lucinda, wake up," Angelica whispered. No response.
"Wake up, Lucinda," she said more loudly. Still nothing.
"WAKE UP!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, her voice echoing throughout the room.
"Uh, wha… what? Sister, what happened?" Lucinda asked groggily.
"That girl, Erys, she's a psyker as well," Angelica replied. "She used the same witchery as Melekh to put us unconscious."
"No wonder she's his favourite," Lucinda murmured. "I wonder how willingly she goes along with his… activities?"
"We know that Melekh is a telepath. I suspect he broke her mind, then began teaching her his own witchery once he was sure she wouldn't betray him."
"Perhaps, though she seemed so lucid," Lucinda said. "Unless… ah."
"Sister?" Angelica asked.
"Melekh admitted that he learned biomancy to reshape the human body. What if he's skilled enough with telepathy to do the same to the human mind, and do it so thoroughly that they appear outwardly normal?"
Angelica swallowed. "Let us pray to the God Emperor for the strength to resist such mind meddling."
They attempted to do so, but before they could mentally say any words the door opened. In walked Erys, staff in hand, followed by a half dozen scantily clad women carrying buckets of water, soap and sponges.
"Hello girls," Erys said with a friendly smile, watching from the corner of the room. "I would apologise for your compromised position, but it's something of a tradition for new sisters to be rendered completely helpless for the first few weeks. Not because Master Melekh is worried about you escaping, of course. He just enjoys seeing his girls in bondage."
"So we've gathered," Lucinda replied with a dry tone. Sure enough she and Angelica were unable to stop the other women, presumably more of Melekh's concubines, from scrubbing them with soapy sponges. They bore the humiliation in silence, refusing to give Melekh any satisfaction.
Not that they had any reason to be ashamed. They were not vain, yet they knew Melekh had chosen them on account of their attractiveness. Their rigorous training had left them both with toned, athletic bodies which their captor would no doubt find arousing.
Melekh's concubines washed them thoroughly from head to toe, the water flowing down a drain in the centre of the room, Erys observing the proceedings. As much as they might have hated Melekh, not even Angelica could find it within herself to hate his head concubine, assuming the girl really had been brainwashed.
Once the Sororitas were clean, they were dried with towels before the concubines carefully unchained them, first unfastening the wrist manacles before attaching them to each other behind the Battle Sisters' backs, careful to ensure that at no point could they move freely. Another manacle was once again fitted around their necks before their ankles were chained together with just enough slack to allow them to walk. They were led into an adjacent room where they were forced to sit, a plate of food set before them.
"Now, are you going to be difficult, or will you allow yourselves to be fed?" Erys asked, as if she was addressing a pair of naughty children.
"I would rather feed myself," Angelica scowled.
"No offence, but I don't yet trust that you won't try to gouge my eyes out," Erys said gently.
Angelica and Lucinda looked to each other, both nodding ever so slightly. It was too late to escape now that they were on Baal Superior. They had agreed beforehand that they would need to be patient, playing the role of Melekh's concubines for years, possibly even decades, hoping to eventually end up in a position which would result in them being taken out of the Eye of Terror. Only then would they attempt to escape, divulging all they'd learned to the Inquisition.
"Very well," Angelica sighed.
"That's the spirit," Erys said warmly as the other concubines fed the Battle Sisters. The food was surprisingly tasty, Melekh apparently already treating them as his own.
Once they were finished, their plates were taken away, to be replaced with mirrors, as a new pair of concubines appeared, brandishing makeup.
"Is this necessary?" Lucinda asked, no longer able to contain her own annoyance.
"I want you to look all nice and sexy for your first time with Master Melekh," Erys replied, as if it was the most reasonable thing in the galaxy. "Not that you aren't sexy enough already. Master does have excellent taste," she giggled.
"He has already told us that uses biomancy to reshape the body," Angelica said. "Will he not do the same to us?"
"Hmm… if he does, I doubt it will be anything drastic. At least, not outwardly," Erys replied. "At most, he might remove any scars he doesn't like, or even just alter them slightly to make them more aesthetic."
Angelica and Lucinda allowed the makeup to be applied. Fortunately it was fairly subtle, just enough to bring out their natural beauty. Once applied the other concubines left the room, leaving them alone with Erys.
"Listen, I know you didn't come here of your own free will. None of us did, I will freely admit that," Erys said, sounding kind. "This must be quite stressful for you. But I promise, you will be happier here than in your previous life. The last thing Master Melekh wants is for his girls to be miserable."
"Only because he made you that way!" Angelica shouted, appalled. "Look at yourself, there's no way your body is natural! And he's a telepath, he's clearly brainwashed you to love him!"
Erys frowned. "You think I don't already know that?"
"What!?" Angelica squawked, that being the last thing she'd expected to hear.
"Master Melekh has dedicated much of his life to perfecting the art of shaping the human body and mind," Erys said. "I happen to be the most extreme example. It's not an exaggeration to say that he's spent more time and effort perfecting me than all of my hundreds of sisters combined."
"And… you don't mind?" Lucinda asked, equally incredulous.
"As I'm sure you've noticed, I'm actually quite a powerful psyker," Erys explained. "I was born on the planet Malthus-1a. It's a civilised world in the Malthus sector, in Segmentum Pacificus. I was the daughter of a wealthy businessman, one of Malthus-1a's richest men. Then, 78 years ago, the Angels Transcendent attacked. Master Melekh discovered my latent psychic potential, and called in a few favours with his brothers to have me brought aboard the Tears of Sanguinius in secret. Having never gotten particularly attached to any of his concubines prior to this point, he took the opportunity to turn me into his perfect woman while also training me to wield my psychic powers."
"Was he not worried that you might threaten him?" Lucinda asked in morbid fascination.
Erys shook her head. "It is common practice, during the hypno-indoctrination of a Space Marine neophyte, for the sorcerers skilled at telepathy to reshape the neophyte's psyche, both for loyalty and increased mental resilience. Of course, Master Melekh could not take this opportunity to make any new neophytes loyal to him personally, as his elder sorcerers would surely notice. What he has done is take this experience and apply it to the human mind instead."
"Both you, and the others," Angelica said softly.
"For my sisters, it was a fairly simple matter to make them so deeply in love with him as to render them incapable of disloyalty. For myself, Master Melekh would settle for nothing less than absolute mental perfection. Besides using biomancy on my brain to increase my intelligence to match his augmented level, he implanted my brain with a couple of bionic implants. Namely, a psi-booster and cerebral enhancer, both implanted into my cerebral cortex to grant me greater control over my psychic powers, and enhance my intellect even further respectively. He did this shortly after he had that particular procedure applied to himself, in fact."
"And then he reshaped your mind to match?" Lucinda asked.
"In total, Master Melekh spent more than thirty years gradually refining my mind. The psychic equivalent of polishing a diamond. Partially, this was to increase my own mental resilience to allow me to better wield my powers. Mainly, of course, it was to ensure my loyalty to him. To him, I am no mere concubine despite my title. I am his right hand, his lover, his confidant and most importantly, his closest friend."
"You know what he's done to you, and you just accept it?"
"Why wouldn't I?" Erys asked idly. "Is it really any different to what Master Melekh himself underwent at the hands of his more senior sorcerers? Or for that matter, what you both underwent at the Schola Progenium, albeit using far cruder methods? Besides, Master Melekh does not mistreat me. Quite the opposite, I can tell through my own telepathy just how much he loves me. I will never have any reason to betray him."
Angelica felt disappointed. She had hoped to use the 'revelation' of her brainwashing to possibly drive a wedge between Erys and Melekh. Apparently the sorcerer had pre-empted that particular avenue of attack.
"You said your homeworld was attacked 78 years ago?" Lucinda asked.
Erys grinned. "I'm actually 94 years old. Master Melekh uses biomancy to keep us eternally young, though since he taught me how to do it I've been able to help out as well."
"How old is he?" Angelica asked.
"133, at least from his perspective. The flow of time is rather unpredictable in the Eye of Terror, you know," Erys replied. "Well, if there are no more questions, I think it's time for your initiation."
Erys took their neck chains, gently urging them to follow. Neither of them attempted anything, Erys apparently just as much a victim as them. What could they even do against a trained psyker?
She led them into the room at the very end of this underground corridor, presumably under Melekh's tower. This particular room was clearly for the sorcerer's private use; one half of the room was taken up by ornate furniture similar to the entrance hall, bookcases full of books, a desk with a cogitator, and various other amenities. The other half was taken up by an array of bondage devices of steel, chains, ropes and leather, as well as some tools that the Sororitas didn't even recognise.
For his part, Melekh relaxed in a wingback armchair reading a data slate, a half drunk bottle of wine on the side table, once again dressed in his casual robes.
"Welcome to my happy place," Melekh said with a crooked smile. "Soon it'll be your happy place as well."
"The God Emperor will protect us from your mind manipulations, heretic," Angelica replied.
Melekh rolled his eyes. "This again? How many times will I have to tell you that I would have already done that if it was my intention? You're not the brightest are you, Angelica?"
Angelica started. "How do you-"
"Did you forget that I'm a telepath? It's also how I know how disappointed you were that you couldn't drive Erys and I apart by bringing up the topic of my mind reshaping."
"Indeed, I noticed as well Master," Erys said, her friendly smile having faded, replaced by a cold expression.
"Of course, I am quite willing to accept attempts made against myself," Melekh said, his voice becoming a low growl as he regarded Angelica with a look of contempt. "What I will never tolerate is an attempt to ruin my relationship with the one I love above all others."
"How do you believe we should punish her Master?" Erys asked.
"I'll let you decide, love. You're the one she attempted to manipulate after all," he replied, setting down the data slate to watch.
Angelica felt an invisible force pull her by her neck manacle, Lucinda experiencing the same as they were forced against some sort of bench. Erys lifted them both, demonstrating her skill with telekinesis by unfastening their handcuffs without being able to see what she was doing. Angelica was forced to lay down on the bench, her head against the padded wall while her wrists were securely fastened to a bar above her head, her legs pulled back and her ankles secured to the same bar, leaving her rear end exposed. Lucinda was in the same position just next to her. It was only when Melekh walked over that Angelica realised the bench was level with his crotch.
"Mmm, I do love seeing girls in this position Master, especially myself," Erys giggled, having regained some of her earlier cheer. "Perfect for looking you straight in the eye as you fuck me."
"I prefer to think of it as making love," Melekh replied, cupping her face as he gazed upon her lovingly, before bending down to pull her into another passionate kiss. "Perhaps not with these two though."
"They're both so worked up, Master," Erys said. "I might call it a punishment but honestly? Some spank therapy might help them lighten up."
"Quite," said Melekh. "They may even enjoy it."
"Oh…" Erys trailed off, a sly smile on her face. "Did you already… adjust them, Master?"
"What do you mean?" Lucinda asked.
"Remember when I said that Master Melekh likely wouldn't make any outward changes to your bodies with biomancy? I guess he already made the inward changes."
"What changes?" Angelica asked, glaring at her.
"Why don't I show you?" Erys replied, grabbing a heavy wooden paddle before walking over to her. She brought the paddle down on Angelica's left buttock with a loud smack.
Angelica refused to give them any satisfaction, remaining silent, though her eyes widened as the blow, while painful, also felt good. Erys brought the paddle down on her right buttock, then the left once again, then the right, alternating between the two.
"By the throne, what have you done to me!?" Angelica asked, realising she was growing wet.
Erys smirked. "Oh, Master Melekh just rewired your pain receptors to make them induce a pleasure response. He also altered your brain's pleasure centre to increase how much pleasure you feel, both from this and from when he sticks his huge dick into you. Speaking of which, he also rearranged your insides a bit so that he can actually fit it inside you."
"One of many hardships of being a Space Marine," Melekh deadpanned. "My genitals are not the result of biomancy, believe it or not. Merely a side effect of the hormonal changes wrought by my Biscopea. Ordinarily those same hormonal changes would also suppress my sex drive, but I was able to use biomancy to restore that to normal."
"Let me tell you, once you've felt Master Melekh's colossal dick inside you, nothing else in your life will ever give you the same level of pleasure," Erys said as she continued to rain blows on Angelica's rear end, which now felt as if it was on fire. "In fact, why don't I show you?"
She walked over to Melekh, rubbing his crotch before unzipping his trousers, pulling out his penis, causing Angelica's jaw to fall open in shock. It must have been two feet long! Erys just pulled back his foreskin, taking the five inch wide head into her mouth, her jaw opening unnaturally wide to accommodate it.
"The human body is quite versatile, as it turns out," Melekh said, clearly enjoying the fellatio. "It can easily be made to stretch in all sorts of different ways."
Erys withdrew his penis from her mouth with a loud pop. "I will admit that it does sometimes make my jaw ache, but that's just part of the enjoyment."
"Yes well, I think someone is ready to be taken in a certain other hole," Melekh said as he walked over to Angelica, resting his enormous penis on her belly. "I have to be honest that I, and my similarly minded brothers, might actually be willing to consider the virtues of the imperial creed if they were explained to them by pretty girls like you."
Angelica caught a gleam in Lucinda's green eyes. "If that is the case, then you can take me as often as you wish."
Angelica's eyes widened, before her surprise faded. It seemed incredibly unlikely that they could actually convert Melekh, but they lacked any other options, and they were committed to playing along…
"I agree with Sister Lucinda," Angelica said. "Use my body if it means reducing the number of heretics in the galaxy."
Melekh raised an eyebrow, before breaking out with a grin. "I would have done anyway, but thank you for giving me permission," he snickered as he began easing his hard penis into Angelica's sopping wet vagina. Though Adepta Sororitas were not required to be celibate, Angelica had been too focused on serving the God Emperor for such frivolities, and so she felt a moment of pain as Melekh's penis tore through her hymen, sending a tidal wave of pleasure through her entire body.
"Oh!" Angelica said involuntarily, as she experienced her first ever orgasm.
"I just love seeing Master Melekh break in virgins," Erys grinned. "Fuck her Master. Make her forget all about the Corpse Emperor. Make your cock the only god that she worships."
Spurred on by his concubine's encouraging words, Melekh began steadily fucking her, his cock thrusting in and out of Angelica's tight vagina, causing her belly to bulge from the inside with every single thrust, each of which bring her to a new orgasm.
"Oh! Oh God Emperor, forgive me for enjoying this!" Angelica screeched, her toes curling as she squirted in orgasmic delight.
Melekh chuckled as he picked up the pace, grasping her thighs in his shovel sized hands as Angelica's brain was overtaken by a fog of orgasmic bliss. Erys meanwhile had begun spanking Lucinda with a much lighter paddle, apparently just to get her ready for her first copulation.
Melekh's thrusts became increasingly erratic before he suddenly groaned in pleasure, Angelica feeling her insides grow warm as Melekh emptied his seed into her for more than a minute straight.
"By the Four, I almost forgot how much I needed that," Melekh sighed. "If there is one benefit to my abstinence while out in the wider galaxy, it's how much more intense the pleasure is when I return home."
"Mmm, and this lucky girl got to receive one of your massive creampies for her first time," Erys giggled. "Lucinda is ready for you now, Master."
"Perhaps I won't spend too long down here," Melekh said as he made his way over to Lucinda. "I would like to save myself for you later, my love."
"I would like to see you fuck them a few more times each Master," Erys replied. "I want to see them overflowing with your hot, thick, sticky, delicious cum."
Melekh didn't need any further encouragement as he thrust into Lucinda, making the Battle Sister cry out in pleasure. Angelica just watched the sorcerer fuck her sister in arms, unable to move, feeling a pool of warm goo which Melekh had left inside her.
'Not too long' turned out to be more than three hours, with Melekh fucking his new concubines repeatedly, alternating between them as he emptied the contents of his testicles into them, leaving them in a near constant state of orgasmic eurphoria. It was only after he'd given both Angelica and Lucinda five creampies each did he decide they'd had enough.
"That'll do for now," Melekh said, stuffing his cock back into his trousers. "You will be the focus of my attention for the rest of tonight, Erys."
"Make me scream your name to the heavens, Master," Erys said as Melekh lifted her into a bridal carry, carrying her out of the room, using telekinesis to turn the light off as he left, leaving the Battle Sisters alone in the dark.
"No matter what he does to our bodies, our souls remain pure, Sister," Lucinda said.
"Indeed," Angelica replied. "We will take this for however long the God Emperor requires. If he uses his witchery to extend our lives, we will have plenty of time to gather information."
"Let us pray, Sister Angelica. May our prayers reach Him on Holy Terra, even from this unholy place."
"Let us," Angelica replied, wondering just how long they would need to endure… and how long she'd be forced to lie here, Melekh's seed filling her vagina.
AN:
The first smut scene in this fic, just in case anyone was wondering why there's a dubious consent tag. I also added a BDSM tag as well, though I don't think I'll be writing anything too graphic.
Friendly reminder that Space Marines being hung is actually canon. There's one 40k novel (I can't remember which one) where a female inquisitor sees a Grey Knight taking a shower, and describes his genitals as 'equine'.
I'll also add Erys to the character sheet. I deliberately made her speech pattern a bit more modern to reflect that she originally came from a world similar to modern Earth.Last edited: Jul 4, 2025 Like ReplyReport Reactions:Student of Zelretch, Xryuran, Sorain and 203 othersShakieJul 1, 2025NewAdd bookmark