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1. Arc: Heresy and Muffins [Chapter 2 - 3]
DIR By: muffin-heretic
Date: April 13, 2016, 2:51 am
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Heresy and Muffins, Chapter 2 - the birth of Muffins "Muffins
for the Emperor"
I blink again. The Dark endless clear sky above me, all is
darkness, although a bright moon is shining down, the
battleflield arround me is covered in the shadow of Chaos.
For the first time in, what seemed like and eternety I dare to
move, first recollecting the moments before I fell.
I tried to fight a Deamonette and a endless mass of Cultists, my
Sisters behind me on the Hill, where the Droppod dropped us.
I didn't remember killing the Deamonette.
I'm sure I didn't kill all those Heretics.
I don't think all the Chaos Marines, I caught a glimpse off
before, are dead.
So why am I still alive?
Why do I hear the sound of battle only in the far distance?
Why am I looking at the skies like this?
What... What just happened.
My Brain starts functioning again slowly. Before I was on the
ground, starring at the sky, I was kneeling and praying... why
was I praying?
I was badly injured and sure of my soon death. The deamonette
managed to hit me and many the cuts, delivered by the heretics,
destroyed most parts of my armour, yet I don't feel pain right
now.
I feel the warmth of Blood underneath me, I know it's my blood.
I know I have been cut, I shouldn't be alive right now.
I turn my gaze to the hill, it's the only thing that I can make
out in this darkness, because the droppod emmits a faint light.
I see, what I think must have been Aiden my beloved Canoness
even kneeling she can be easily seen. She's dead, I can see the
huge puddle of blood, I don't see any cuts or bullet holes, she
must have been killed in a different way, a way that still let
her bleed out.
Tears run down my face.
Why am I not dead yet?
On my back, I turn my head and look infront of me, between my
boots I see the deamonette standing, looking at me.
"Hey, I'm still alive here" I say calmly
the deamonette just looks at me as if I was some interessting
species... I don't want to know what a Slaanesh deamonette
thinks about me so I ask:
"Why don't you kill me?"
Silence.
I sit up and look down on me.
Most parts of my Armour will need replacement both sholder
plates are missing, so is my backpack but my robes held most of
everything and my main armour is still in place.
Taking minutes to look at everything, especially my boots, which
remain absolutly intact up to now. Am I annoying the Deamonette
with this? I hope so.
Slowly I raise on my feet and look at her. Probably not the best
of Ideas, as I've heard that these deamonettes shouldn't be
looked at for to long. For me, she just looked like something I
want to cut up with my Eviscerator.
The giant Blade is right in front of me, where I left it when I
was kneeling down.
Should I pick it up? Is she waiting for me to fight her? Damn
everything, I can't seem to get my brain to function the way it
should.
"I could go for a Muffin right now" – I hear myself say.
Where did that come from? Sure, I am hungry but what the F***
Did the Deamonette just smile?
Not thinking about it, I jump at her with the intend to rip her
to shreds.
Not having picked up the Eviscerator, armed only with Gauntlets
I try to choke her, again, a fatal mistake.
I was thaught to never engage the creatures of the Warp in Close
combat like this, the far stronger Deamonette just looks at me.
Again, a fatal mistake, I look straight back. I havn't looked at
a Deamonette in my life up to that point, well not THIS close up
at least.
It was beautiful. It looked like... like Aiden and smelled of
Fire, incence and Chainswords.
I could never bring myself to kill that. Taking away my
Gauntlets and averting my gaze, I remember my training.
How could I make such a childish error and look straight at a
Deamonette, of course, they resemble the things we desire.
At this point I realice my desires. I never looked at Aiden this
way but I enjoyed her presence.
I desire her to be alive again.
The Sister I so adored and always hoped to live up to her
expectations. I loved her more then a daughter could love her
mother. I miss her more then I miss anything else in this
universe.
I cry.
"He fullfills wishes" I heard a bodyless voice echoing arround
me.
"Yes Yes, fullfilling all desires is what she does" annother
voice echoes, this one inside of me.
"Heresy can't bring my Sisters back to life, Heretics!" I shout
at the Deamonette that still stands in front of me.
"It fills the holes in your heart" the Deamonette speakes with a
voice that sounds so undescribeably beautiful and yet so tainted
and horrid.
"I desire only death to you and your kind" I wisper and then, in
a loud voice, shout:
"I desire only to serve the Emperor until death"
I reach for the Eviscerator to my feet and in less then a second
trust it at the deamonette.
My arms feel heavy and I swing too slowly, the copy of Aiden
takes a step back, looks at me, unblinking and says in a voice
that was neither silent nor loud but screamed in my head and was
impossible to hear with my ears:
" You desire many things and you don't know of them, we will
show you your desires"
I now realise the source of the second voice, the one in my
head, telling me:
" I desire to smell the Eviscerator at work,
I desire Aiden to speak to me again,
I desire to burn
I desire live
I desire death
I desire sweet foods
I desire pain
I desire pleasure
battle... sweet ... beautiful"
My brain tells me.
My mouth finishes:
"pain, pleasure and muffins"
At this moment the Sister of Battle whos name I forgott died.
At this moment, what became known to my enemies as Muffin
Heretic was born.
The Deamonette joins my laughter as the Organs play in the
distance.
My beloved Sisters dead on the Ground behind me I know that many
more Sisters shall die tonight and in the morning that follows.
"hahahaha, MUFFINS" I scream. "MUFFINS FOR THE EMPEROR!"
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Heresy and Muffins Chapter 3 - getting it on with Chaos
I'm still alive. I don't want to be but I am.
Why Emperor? - Why have you forsaken me? - Was I not loyal to
you?
No I wasn't, deep in my heart I know I wasn't, I was never
worthy of beeing a Sister of Battle and now I have been proven
unworthy.
Opening my eyes, I can see the Mass of corpses that I have
created alongside these fiends and deamons. It's similar to how
we used to fight but less coordinated, more random and more like
a dance of waves, less holding the ground;
I admit I have enjoyed moments of it. I'm still shacking with
the feeling, I have yet to find a good name for it.
The Deamonette which looks so much like my beloved dead Sister
talks with me now... I should... listen... but my head feels so
heavy from everything.
The joke of a rest of armour that I wear is completly soaked in
blood.
My Blood.
My Sisters Blood.
And the Blood of the enemies I was sent out to kill.
"I have failed, father."
"Have faith in her!"
The female Deamon talks to me. I have things I want to know;
"Who is it, that corrupted me?" - I ask
"The holy Godess of Highkings, bringer of pleasure incarnate,
Slaanesh."
"I know that. What is your name, Aiden?"
"Aiden? No but I enjoy that. My name is... Puerta."
"How is it you talk to me? Am I not your enemy?"
The Deamonette giggles - I start to like the sound of it; "We
are not enemies, you have so much pleasure in yourself, so much
love and sorrow; I can feel it, I know it."
It draws a circle with it's clawed arm, showing the wasteland of
death arround: "Also, without you, this would not have
happened."
I smile slightly, it's a sick smile, I want to cry but yet I
smile.
I have lost all my friends, my Sisters, my Family, my Faith and
all I was worth, yet I smile.
"Why does this make me happy, Puerta?"
"It's pleasure, flesh creature. Submit to us and it will bring
you a eternity of it."
We talked a lot after this.
It was clear the Deamonette considered humans as little more
then cattle, sometimes less than even that. Nontheless she had a
liking to me.
The battle was still raging in the distant. Again I smiled,
there was still hope for me to find redemption at the hands of a
Sister.
I would like to be burnt. By another Sister from my order.
Yes, I would like to be burnt and I would like to burn things as
well.
I want to have more of this pleasure. I want to forgett about...
everything... about my Sisters and our father.
I am torn between redemption and throwing myself deeper into the
pit of loosing myself. I feel i will loose everything I was but
I'm not scared of it anymore.
"Let me forgett and drown in pleasure then." I smile as I run
into battle alongside the Deamonette once again as a dozen
Seraphim of the order of the blue Rose fall on us and the
Resting Cultists arround.
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