SleepOver Rp w/ Sin
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Justicefox
16.03.2018 18:10
LinkCan I join?
AntiSepticEye[OP]
16.03.2018 18:10
LinkSure!
The door to the room bursts down... Standing in the doorway, clad in a shining suit of black and white mark 10 plate, is High Marshal Helbrecht. He eyes over the heretics, a disdainful look on his face. His features shrivel into a deep frown, seeing the cultist iconography of the fane of "Five Nights At Freddys." Averting his gaze from the pure and blatant heresy, he stares at the two sitting on the floor of the room. He takes a step. The thunderous echo of his footsteps shake the foundation of the house.
The massive weight of his astarte's build combined with the mass of his armor nearly breaks the floor with each of his movements. He bends down over the heretics on the floor.
"What say you, foul heretics? Defaming the name of our good Emperor, are you?", he uttered, softly. Raising his voice, Helbrecht screamed "HOW DARE YOU TURN YOUR BACK ON MANKIND IN THE NAME OF HERETICAL INDULGENCES. YOU DEFILE THE VERY THING THAT HUMANITY STANDS FOR, YOU CORRUPT OUR SPECIES AS A WHOLE!"
As the cultists drew their weapons, the fight flared to life. Helbrecht spun in a spinning pyre of flashing armor, his sword, once solid, now singing through the air like an object possessed. With every thrust of their blades, he deflected with inhuman skill and speed, as he himself was not fully human, but of genetically engineered astartes kin. The perfect warrior, leader of a chapter of thousands of unfailing soldiers with strengths a match for his, he would not fall to some small cult. As bullets and spears flung by him he ripped his bolter free of its holster, wielding his blade in one hand and his divine firearm in the other. The room was splattered by a spray of seething bolter rounds, exploding as they bored into the wood of the floor and drywall.
One of the cultists shouted something over the din of battle.
"I came for the sleepover!"
Helbrecht turned to her, the bolter's barrel hot and smoldering with the heat of constant use.
"So you did, were you intent on participating in this... heresy?"
"No, of course I wasn't!" She shouted.
"In that case, I leave you with your life" Helbrecht declared.
"But your friend will not be so lucky."
With a thrust of his blade, he shoved his sword through Justice's abdomen. Blood and froth spilled from the wound, seeping onto the clean polished steel of the ancient blade.
Looking the heretic known as Justice in the eye, Helbrecht held his blade fast in her stomach.
She screamed with ecstatic delight "HA YOUR GANNA HAVE TO TRY A LITTLE HARDER THAN THAT!"
"She must be imbued with the powers of chaos", Helbrecht thought. "Probably a worshipper of slaanesh, her body is resilent, but with enough effort it should return to the seething pools of the warp."
Helbrecht pulled the blade upward, its edge still in her stomach. It dragged through her intestines, carving a path up to the base of her ribcage, through her liver, and between her lungs.
Dragging the blade with all his strength, Helbrecht parted her collarbone and brought the blade through her neck. Only thin tendons of flesh connected her two split halves, but nevertheless she still gagged and sputtered with delight.
Reaching upward with her sharpened spear, she stabbed and gouged at his armor. Chunks of ceramite fell as each thrust brought her blade closer to tearing into his flesh. Helbrecht recoiled from the split body, attempting to dodge the blows. Her weapon danced through the air, flashing in elaborate patterns and darting with the speed of a viper. She was a skilled warrior, whether it was from the powers of chaos filling her or not.
Suddenly, a blue actinic glow filled the room. Justice's body bent backwards in violent contortions. Her flesh was haloed with a purple and blue light, seemingly with no origin in this dimension. As the Immaterium pushed through, ripples of glowing energy surged through the body of Justice. Suddenly, her flesh exploded, her former body fragmenting into a thousand pieces as her soul poured out. A new creature began to form, the gifts of the chaos god Slaanesh creating a horrifying, yet captivatingly beautiful new form of the cultist once known as Justice. Knowing this was a foe he could not fight, Helbrecht backed away, one step at a time.
The new being yelled through a thousand impossible throats.
"haven’t you heard of determination? Because I’m FILLED WITH IT! I CAN FEEL EVERYONES HEARTS BEATING AS ONE ALONG SIDE MINE!"
Behind her, a rift through the warp erupted with dazzling light, and through it came the unending hellbent hordes of the Prince of Pleasure, the chaos god Slaanesh.
Wielding razor claws and horrifying hellish mounts, the daemonettes spawned by the new Daemon Prince Justice poured out from the gash in time. Each warrior was an embodiment of the god of pleasure, seeking only to derive the most intense pleasure from the sins of mortal man and inflict the most pain on anything in their path.