{pictures at end}
We saw them… at night like little shooting stars; we were mesmerized by the sight! If only we had known what they really were… monsters and space debris… destroyed ship parts… we laughed and played on the streets of Absodon… despite the rules and the warnings…
Trusting in our city's walls, we were arrogant… but we were kids… we were meant to be arrogant… even as our atmospheric cannon fired, and the artillery placements never ceased… men screaming… as red angels fell!
As men locked their doors from a plague, the people rioted… women and kids begging… as monsters ate at the gates… trusting our lives to the guardsman's we huddled in darken corners, celebrating the shooting stars!
Beautiful were their flaming arches as they skimmed across the skies! The enhanced images showed what they were: a symbol of a raven dipped in blood! But black in color!
→Excerpt form eyewitness testimony←
[How did you know!] demanded Bourgidus
Seeing and hearing the echoes of the screaming ghouls that surrounded her, Layla brushed off the tension Bourgidus was trying to achieve and replied:
{sigh, Bourgidus, how could I not know its, you? These ghouls here all carry your mark, a mark that only a champion of Nurgle, such as yourself, could leave. Well, to be fair, I only really had only two choices… either you or the plague mother, but I doubt the plague mother would bother coming to this side of the galaxy for me…}
[grrr… child of the corpse emperor, you know more than one in your position should know! This still doesn't make sense…]
{Oh? And how does this not make sense? O!! Blight lord?} replied Layla, never taking her eyes off the ghoul around her.
[there! You just did it again! How could you possibly know that or those terms… something not right… well... It doesn't matter…. You'll be coming with us soon anyway… we can discuss it in length then!]
{Oh! Do you think a couple of undead ghouls will be enough…}
[ha-ha… of course not… corpse child… I'll see you soon…]
Right as the Blight lord was about to cut off his connection with his servants, the ghouls in the room rushed at Layla as the dead ad-humans at her feet twitched! With a flaming mirror blade, she took her stance! But as their grotesque forms reached out their hands, the roof above the train suddenly collapsed as a demoness with a shield of Sparta crushed a ghoul under her hoof!
A beauty of a demon that caused Layla to take a double look, but with purple skin and the hallmarks of Slaanesh, Layla knew this interloper was not a friendly one! While the Blight lord seeing this new comer of a competing god, through him for a fit!
[ughghg! What are YOU doing here?] screamed Bourgidus through the bodies of the ghouls
[me? What of you? By now, Nurgle should already know that my master has already laid claim to this one. What rights do you have?] replied the demoness with a hottie attitude
At this point, the demoness was checking out Layla just as much as Layla was checking her out, and came to a conclusion…
[tsk... Why is my master so infatuated with such an ugly human… what makes her so special… her birth? Her powers? Her looks? Na… I even have better hair than her! No… There has to be something else! But what!] But as the demoness continued to do her quick examine, her eyes shined on three different colored auras that brushed around Layla's soul.
[Damn! she has already been touched by two other chaos gods… and something else… he's not going to like hearing that…]
Feeling like she was being x-rayed by the demoness, Layla was about to say something but was interrupted by Bourgidus:
[silence! whore! Your perverted master has enough playthings, don't you think? This one is for the garden! Spoken for and seen first! You are the one who has no right to lay claims on her soul!]
Hearing her master being insulted in front of her, the demoness grew a calm rage as she turned to the ghouls in the room and said:
[seen first… spoken for? Mahaha! You stupid fat pus ball of a man… my glorious prince has set his eyes on this one since her corpse father seeded her line! And how bold of you to insult my prince in my presence! Me! One of his shields!]
As she said 'shields' with pride, the demoness began her rampage through the group of ghouls like they were scarecrows! Living puppets made of straws, to them, their head went flying or torn by the waste in moments by the demon's long sword! Each swift motion was a work of art in Layla's eyes!
No wasted movement, with precision and purpose, she watched as the demon sword swelled in blood! With a cute, rage-filled smile and not a single strand of hair out of place, no matter what the ghouls did, they could not catch her by surprise! With a tattoo of a serpent that felt alive, Layla's eyes were glued to the demoness!
A beauty with black hair, with eyes to kill, and open breast plate, Layla began to feel something she knew she shouldn't!
Feeling something familiar, a lustful desire, the demoness ended her killing drenched in blood, but staring at Layla, she said:
[hmm that's odd… why do I taste the lustful desire of a man coming from a woman?]
{shit! Hmm… is there a difference…} replied Layla while holding back a blush with her flaming sword.
[Oh…] replied the demoness with a cheeky smile.
[Why yes, there is a difference… which is why I asked… and is why I find it weird, because no matter how I look at it, you are indeed a female human, through and through…] continued the demon as she released a more fragrant scent, while showing off more her luxurious hourglass figure.
Seeing Layla become even more rambunctious, the demon smelled another scent and got closer with a mischievous smile, and right when her lips were just inches away from Layla.
[the scent… yes… the scent of a maiden! You're a virgin! Tsk… damn…] said the demon as she felt disappointment.
[damn she pure! As much as I want to make a mess out of her… I can't, or my master… will do far worse to me! But then again, that also has a ring to it! Should I….] pondered the demoness with conflicting excess.
However, as the demon conflicted with itself, Layla, on the other hand, smelled her rich, intoxicating scent and felt a charming aura. With beautiful colors and a snake moving along the demon's curves, Layla leaked a sweet aroma between her legs!
Inhaling such a spicy scent through Layla's thin parchment cloth, she wore in between her leg armour, made the demon's pupils wide like a shark! With an uncontrolled urge, the demoness embraced Layla tightly while having her tongue invaded hers! Twirling and mixed together, the demoness lost control of her more human aesthetic tongue, reverting it to its original long serpent type!
But with sharp ridges that layered her tongue, the demon "mistakenly" made sensual cuts down and around Layla's tongue, drinking and savoring each delicious drop of blood, making even her a demon of slaanesh, release a scented fluid between her legs! Delicious and intoxicating, the demon forgets herself even as she drinks contaminated blood coated in Nurgle gifts!
But what was Nurgle's gift when confronted with a blessed one of Slaanesh? She easily filtered out the black tar that was Nurgle's gift, allowing it to drip out from the corner of her mouth. But what she didn't expect was the burn that came next!
But as the demon felt the slow burn, Layla felt the demon's long tongue going down her throat and seizing her narrowing passages forcefully yet gently, wrapping itself all around her tongue from deep within, enjoying it more than she should. Layla didn't even attempt to stop the demon, as she was too busy enjoying the sensation… the excess… as her lower region began to scream.
Unfortunately, however, with a mouth on fire and stomach turning, out of arousal, the demon pushed Layla away!
[what is this!] the demon screamed, as she felt the warp that made up her being, weaken!
[Aw! And I wanted to continue to watch… but I guess this is as far as you go… demon!]
[Huh? Who said that!] screamed the demoness
[Oh! My apologies; my name is Miss A! And before we continue this conversation, I really did intend to stay silent and watch some more, of course within reason, before stepping in, but I guess I didn't have to… interesting…]
[What are you talking about, and where are you?]
[ssh, child of a false god! Instead of asking so many questions, shouldn't you focus more on maintaining your form? You're letting it slip.. Your true form, that is…Ha, I mean at this rate, you might actually vanish, and I don't mean a simple banishment back into the warp…]
Concerned and hearing the mysterious voices' words, the demoness calmed down for a moment before replying:
[ahh! Fine! Just tell me what is happening! To me!]
[It's simple, you see: you've "mistakenly" drunk some of Layla's blood, which is the cause of your current affliction…]
[huh? But I purge Nurgle rot]
[The "rot" wasn't the problem… in fact, it may have even helped you if you hadn't removed it.. You see, this child is special, as you know. Her connection to this corpse emperor your kind keeps talking about… has left her with a few perks with dealing with warp entities… such as yourself…]
Connecting the dots, the demon spat out cold blood that sizzled in the air and said:
[Ha! So that it… But why even tell me? Aren't you on her side? If you hadn't, I might really have wisped away… but now… that I know, I'll just not drink her blood, but still continue where we left off!]
[Oh… and how are you going to do that? In case you haven't noticed, where is your prize that you coveted so badly?]
[Huh?] replied the demoness as she noticed the images of Layla lying unconscious on the floor suddenly vanish, like she never was...
[mahah! Whats with that look! It's so cute, even for a demon! Ha! You didn't really think I would stay and bother talking to you for so long without a reason, right?] taunted Miss A with a smile
With a slightly annoyed plaster mask for a face, the demon calmed down for a second as she smiled, while looking up at the hole above the train, replying with licking lips of red:
[Illusions…huh…. fool… I already left my mark on her… I can find her where ever she goes… aw… I can still smell her lust…]
Layla POV during Miss A conversation
As Layla felt the sublime delicious tongue of the demon flee from her mouth, freeing her narrow passages, she coughed out a mouthful of blood from her cut-up and torn tongue, to hear Miss A talking in her head:
[Layla… now I'm not mortal but really… a demon… over little old me… I'm a little heartbroken…]
{Miss A... please quit the jokes, Nows not the time… and give me some slack, she is after all a demon designed after human lust!}
[fine... Fine… look, child, just hurry up and make your escape already… while I keep the demon busy with a little trick.]
Metaphorically nodding in her head, Layla made her way to the cart door. When she noticed that the demon was standing far too close to it, and knowing the demon would probably notice something off by just a quick whiff of the air, Layla decided to look for another way out, but only found the hole the demon made as she crashed inside.
Noticing the hole was too high for her to reach, she decided to ask Miss A:
{Can't I just kill the demon while it's in the illusion? It doesn't seem to know…}
[That would be beyond stupid, Layla. You see the demon in front of you is covered in a dense coating of the warp. My guess is that the figure in front of us isn't its real form but also a type of illusion; it's far stronger than you think. I wouldn't recommend attacking it, as it may be something similar to that big dog that keeps chasing us.]
{Then what do you suggest I do? I can't fly…nor can I jump super high…. How am I supposed to reach that hole?}
With an eye roll, Miss A was about to respond when a short but stubby hand came reaching down the hole!
{The Ratling!} screamed Layla in her mind as she recognized who it was, and jumped up to grab his hand!
With a pull and a yank that caused blood to pour from his open shoulder wound, the Ratling felt surprise as Layla gave him a big hug. With words of thanks, Layla heard the Ratling coughing blood as he talked with less than the normal enthusiasm he normally has.
[Hurry… your sister needs help at the end cart…]
Hearing the urgency in his voice, Layla finally noticed the wound on his shoulder. Infected and bleeding, and like a spider web, it marks stretch throughout his body. Seeing this, Layla knew he was already dead… yet even in his soon-to-be-final moments, his duty had not yet ended!
With the boldness of a man, the ratling picked up his weapon and saluted, and with unflinching resolve, he looked Layla in the eye and swore his praises to the emperor! With a look of assurance that all was fine in the first cart, Layla raced to the end cart!
Watching her leave, the ratling lit his final cigar and thought to himself through a series of flashbacks:
[sigh, you were right… my friend… I couldn't avoid what the tarot cards foretold, but I still wouldn't change a thing… to die for the mother of our emperor… is an honor!]
With those thoughts, the ratling felt the coldness brush across his back, as a demon as gorgeous as any star, spoke:
[Hello, little man!]
[The name is Mc Griffin… whore... heretic…]
Unfazed and accepting duties end, Mc Griffin spat out his cigar and fired one round, as a warm and vengeful blade cut him in half by the waist!