Alivia watched her brother and sisters relax in the lounge, they were smoking lho-sticks and kicking back cheap homemade amasec while playing pool.Their “base” was more or less their new living space, it was building with four floors and plenty of rooms to rest in. They never actually did any planning within this building for the resistance was stuck in the sewers until the liberators came. Alivia tried to think back to that time, they were in the middle of an operation to assassinate a noble when their flyers landed.
She could still hear the loud discharges from their guns, but the sight that bore itself into her brain was their faith. The Sisters of Battle and those fighting with them did not relent, they didn’t budge an inch or give ground to the enemy. During the war, the resistance was focused on covering their flank. For once in her entire life she saw the degenerates cowering in fear, ironically she didn’t revel in the fact. Instead a sense of peace washed over her like a tide, the assault from the Sisters of Battle showed her how weak the false masters truly were.
Alivia was thankful that their children can grow up free from the heretics depravities.
‘What are you thinking about Alivia?’
She flinched as her name was called, she turned around to see Travis entering the lounge. He was holding a bottle of amasec. ‘Nothing Boss…’
The Boss of the resistance smiled, the scar across his face stretched at the movement. ‘I get it, you’re reflecting.’
Alivia chuckled he saw right through her. ‘Aye, Boss. That’s what I was doing. I am looking back to the past and towards the future.’
Travis frowned, he nodded in agreement. ‘Yeah ...I did a little thinking myself and you’re right.’
‘W-What? I don’t understand.’
‘I should be happy that we won, that’s why I got this.’
Travis lifted up the bottle slightly, it wasn’t the cheap amasec that the resistance normally drink but one of the brands that she has seen nobles partake in. Alivia frowned. ‘We can’t drink that stuff.’
A confused look began spreading across the Boss’ face. ‘Why not? I checked it out with the local medicae teams, there isn’t any additives in it. I raided the stash of one the lesser nobles.’
Alivia rubbed her arm slightly. ‘I..Just don’t trust anything that has to do with the masters Boss.’
Travis chuckled in response. ‘I get it, the liberators superstition is getting to you?’
‘It isn’t superstition!’ she was almost shouting, Travis raised his other hand to calm her down.
‘W-Woah, calm down Alivia. Sorry for pushing your buttons.’
The clacking of glasses stopped, so did the murmurs from the pool table, everyone was staring at her. She held her ground. ‘Don’t you remember the fire!? The faith!? How can you say that after everything we endured!?’
Travis grunted, he folded his arms. ‘So tell me then why do you trust them entirely? Just because they liberated us? They could decide to put us in chains again! Don’t you see the contempt they have for us!?’
‘They saved us!’ she barked back.
‘They are only helping themselves!’
‘How do you know that!?’
The Boss spat on the ground. ‘Her eyes.’ he hissed.
Alivia raised her eyebrow in confusion. ‘What do you mean?’
‘Her eyes are dead Alivia, I saw no warmth in the Canoness’ eyes, she hates us. She is looking down on us. To them we are just fodder, new slaves to build their blasted shrines!’
Her sisters and brothers started to talk amongst themselves, they were agreeing with Travis. After All those who wish to learn the new faith are with the priests or sleeping within the new shrines. She wondered why were they becoming divided after they gained their freedom? She ground clenched her hands, frustration began crawling through her entire body. ‘I’m going to my room.’
Travis was about to say something but she didn’t want to hear it, Alivia walked past her Boss and left the lounge. When she got outside, she wiped her hands down her face. Why? She thought to herself. Why can’t they be happy that they are free?
Travis rubbed his neck, Alivia was always stubborn but that conversation proved she was a lost cause. The angels will come and they will tear apart the Sisters of Battle, it’s been foretold by his queen. He was trying to save everyone from destitution and slavery. He continued with his mission, discarding whatever bond he had with his second. He gestured the bottle up. ‘So who wants first taste!?’
The dourness consuming the room evaporated, everyone became cheery again. One of his brothers approached with his empty glass, it was Calix. He lost an eye during an operation and had to wear an eyepatch. ‘I’ll go first then!’
Travis grinned, he removed the lid and poured Calix a glass, the black liquid had a sweet aroma that pulled more members towards him. He was telling the truth that he found the amasec from a noble house, he just mixed his queen’s essence in afterwards. The only lie was that he didn’t check it with the medicae teams, that would be foolish admit that out loud.
When Calix’s glass was filled he sipped from it, right away his single eye went wide. ‘Woah, this tastes great!’
At the word of his brother his fellow resistance members gathered around him with their own glasses. Travis happily filled them a fellow sister even handed him a glass as well. As he poured himself some amasec he could feel hands pressing upon his shoulders. When he drank some of the amasec his queen’s voice graced his ears.
+Good...Good...Enjoy yourself...Rest easy tonight. I will handle the rest...+
Travis didn’t react, he was the Captain and he was still on the mission. He couldn’t give anything away. He wanted to explode with happiness but he couldn’t do it here, not to the point he will bring suspicion upon himself. He backed the rest of his glass, the warm black liquid traveling down his throat was pleasant. He poured himself a second glass which provoked the right reaction from the members within the lounge, they wanted a second round. He gladly obliged. The merriment continued deep into the night.’
Seraphia raised her blade to the statue of the Emperor ‘Guide my blade o holy Master of Mankind. Darkness has taken hold of the hearts of vile men and women. I shall show you my zeal, my faith and commitment to bringing your light to the entire galaxy!’ She leaned her head forward towards the face of the blade. She then opened her vox link to her entire force. ‘Let the execution of justice commence!’ she ordered.
As she gave the order she could hear the screams of dying heretics through the vox, the barking of bolters was even making it through the walls of the monastery as well.
Canonness Seraphia lowered her blade and turned to her personal guard. Each Celestian was a master of war, a true crusader for the Emperor. She smiled at her sisters. ‘Our work is not yet finished. It seems the resistance is corrupted.’
Celestian Superior Agatha came forward, she wore a habit over head but her most distinguishing feature was her piercing blue eyes which was filled with hatred for the enemies of mankind. ‘We should of killed them after the war.’ she announced flatly.
Seraphia smiled, those were not her words only. Agatha was speaking for the entire squad. ‘I understand your frustration sister.’ Seraphia responded. ‘It seems you were right, no matter if one fights if they haven’t bathed in the Emperor’s light they are beyond salvation. The Resistance leader Travis reacted badly to the blessed water.’
Agatha readied her bolter ‘Apologies canoness I had no desire to second guess your decision, only to give voice to our frustration.’
‘Think nothing of it. I do admit sometimes I am too lenient, a failing I will address through self-flaggation after the purge.’
Seraphia strode past the Celestians, she turned her head back slightly. ‘We will go to the main base, I wish to kill the leader myself.’
Her Celestians said nothing, they saluted and fell in behind her, Seraphia’s gaze then came forward. She exited the temple and as she got outside resistance members were being executed in the streets. Confusion and panic was washing through the heretics, they couldn’t understand why they are being killed.
Seraphia shook her head in disappointment, it was a waste in way. She hoped that the resistance would labour for the Emperor. Her gaze drifted to the heathens being punished, they continued their penance in silence marching down the street, ignoring the executions occuring around them. The heretical nobles spirits most likely has been crushed as was expected. For if the punishment wasn’t working they would be sniffing and drooling over the death being dealt at the moment.
She turned in the direction leading to the resistance base, she marched down the streets in silence, to any of the priests aiding her sisters they would look peaceful and reagle. But deep down she was excited to destroy more heathens.
Alivia twisted and turned on her bed, her brothers and sisters were loud when going to bed but now that it's quiet she couldn’t sleep. Her mind was still lingering on the argument, she wondered why her Boss couldn’t see things and she did? They have a fresh start, no more dangerous operations, living in sewers or feeding their young members slop. Laxim belonged to them now.
She stopped her movement on the bed, Alivia narrowed her eyes. ‘Maybe if I talk to him again? He always sees my side of things after a while.’ A smile slowly crept across her face. ‘Yeah, I’ll do that!’
When she confirmed her path she started to feel tired, her eyes fluttered.
Muffled shouts caused her eyes to flick open she jumped out of her bed and grabbed her stubber which was resting upon it. She bought her weapon up and left the room. Entering the corridor she looked around, everything was normal and no one seemed to be in distress. Everyone was in their rooms resting.
She relaxed and shook her head. ‘What the hell am I doing? I’m jumping at shadows...Am I that stressed out over an argument?’
The muffled sound returned, in a swift motion she raised her weapon again. The sound was coming from the end of the hallway, from Travis’ room. Alivia cursed and ran over to the door. The Boss could be in trouble or hurt.
Standing in front of the door the cry for help was louder, she raised her foot to kick down the door, she didn’t care if splinters would enter her sole. Her Boss was in trouble. Before her foot could touch the door it slowly opened, just by a few centimetres. Alivia lowered her foot, she gulped and reached for the handle and stepped into the room.
What she found caused her stomach to turn and her heart to soar at the same time, it was a ghost or a shade she wasn’t sure. It had four horns protruding from it’s head and it had a form of a woman, at least she thought it was. To her eyes what was terrifying was the shade’s hand was loged into the mouth of Travis. It looked like her Boss was drinking something, his throat was moving like he was gulping something down. She trembled at the sight of this, her Boss’ eyes were also rolled back but she got the feeling he was enjoying this for some reason.
The ghost’s head then turned slightly to her and with the motion long black threads sprouted from their head. When the threads gently fell to it’s back Alivia realised it was hair.
She pointed her stubber at the creature, her hands were shaking. ‘S-Stop what you are doing!’
An oppressive force fell upon her body as she spoke, Alivia dropped her to her knees like a stone. She couldn’t move, let alone speak.
+The fool that seeks to cost me everything.+
The voice was androgynous, but she recognised the authority within it. She had to bend to it, obey it without question. Alivia knew who the voice belong to despite never talking to them. It was Queen Glascia Principor, the shade wasn’t any ordinary ghost.
+How interesting...I wonder how many generations far removed you are from me? Only those with my blood react in such a way to my voice.+
‘I-I d-d-ddon’t u-understand.’ Tears were beginning to fall from her face.
The queen chuckled. +Where my blood grows weak you appear as any other Thrall. At the moment I can’t beget children by conventional means at the moment. So I figured out a different way to do so. The current nobility is too broken, too frail in spirit to give me the power to remake myself. But then I saw my shining knight, my new Captain.’
Glascia’s head drifted back to Travis, she removed her hand from his mouth. Travis groaned in pleasure and sagged down into his bed. The queen turned and walked towards her and crouched. +I can tell right away I will have to correct so many things with you, I don’t have much time since the harlots are now executing all members of the resistance.+
+It’s quite simple the resistance will make poor slaves, unlike them I love my Thralls. I treat them well. You will understand this in a moment.+
The queen reached out and touched Alivia’s cheek, the sensation that graced it was overwhelming. A flood of strange emotions and thoughts filled her heart and mind. Alvia relaxed, her mouth started to hang slightly. Glascia then raised her other hand and rammed into her mouth, breaking several of teeth. She lurched in pain due to the action but she didn’t resist. She was thankful that Glascia was showing her such an attention.
+Know bliss my child.+ Her queen said warmly.
That was when a strange liquid started to fill her mouth, her tongue seized up due to the flavours that were overpowering it. She happily drank the fluid, when it was passing down her throat a sense of ease washed over her. When the liquid hit her stomach? She knew bliss, pointless questions of the future vanished. She now had a new purpose to serve her radiant monarch, the one true leader of Laxim.
Being filled with her blessing her gums began to inch, the teeth that was ruined a moment before started to regrow, she now fully became aware of how foolish she was fighting against someone so powerful and beautiful. Alivia stared at the face her queen, it was blank but what caught her eyes was her hair. The black threads were becoming blonde.
‘T-Th-ank y-y-ou.’ Alivia gurgled. Her queen didn’t respond, but that didn’t matter. Alivia was thankful that she was playing a small part in restoring her, when she became complete they will take the planet back from the dogs of the false Emperor.
Seraphia looked up to the resistance base, it was a shoddy four level building. It matched the resistance, shoddy, weak and pitiful. If their leader fell so easily to the dark powers it proved that the rest were beyond salvation. She walked up the steps with her Celestians, upon reaching the doors Seraphia removed her bolt pistol from it’s holster and kicked down the doors.
The extra strength bestowed upon her by her blessed power armour was useful, it allowed the Sisters of Battle to overpower pitiful heretics easily. The war was won with very few losses since the heretical nobility haven’t engaged in any form of warfare for years. She expects the same from the resistance to fall just as easily. She entered the “base” with her sisters, she wanted to get this over with quickly.
The first area seemed to be a reception where one would accept guests, so this building was most likely a hotel before the resistance took it. Her eyes drifted to the set of double doors ahead of them. Seraphia grunted and strode over to them, like the entrance she kicked the doors down revealing an empty lounge. She frowned. ‘Where are they? I doubt they are sleeping.’
‘They could be, the resistance are drunks, when we won the war they raided amasec stores across the city.’ Agatha added.
Her sister could be correct, she was overestimating the resistance. Seraphia left the left lounge and walked over to the stairs. She refused to use the elevator since it was a death trap, your movements will be limited and the enemy could be waiting in ambush as the doors open.
Seraphia advanced to the first floor, like the ground level it was quiet save she could hear muffled snoring from one of the rooms which meant her sister was correct. The resistance was most likely resting after gorging themselves on stolen amasec. She relaxed slightly, she gave the signal to her sisters to advance.
As she took the first step forward every single door across the hallway flung open, resistance members wielding stubbers hurried out and aimed down the hallway. They all had pink eyes, the mark of corruption. Seraphia grinned ‘Fo-’
She was cut off as a hail of bullets flew past her towards Agatha her face was riddled with bullets. She fell back like a stone. The sheer accuracy and precision of the resistance was uncanny, she cursed under her breath. ‘Kill them!’ she barked.
Her sisters charged, the resistance didn’t break like other heretics. They all drew knives and assisted one another. They piled upon each sister one at a time, Seraphia couldn’t believe what was happening. They were the elite, the best among her army but they were falling to cowards. Seraphia cut down several resistance members who sought to jump upon her. She cursed again her breath.
She was about to call for a retreat until she heard a ding, she couldn’t help but look back to see the lift doors opening to reveal more of the resistance, among them she spotted the leader who also had pink eyes. In each of their hands they were holding frag grenades.
She was about to make the call to take cover but it was too late, the heretics removed the pins and threw grenades. Seraphia’s vision turned white, all Seraphia could hear was the screams of her sisters as she fell to the ground.
She gasped and blinked several times, her mouth started to fill with blood. She tried to clear her vision, but it was impossible. Her vision shifted from white to black. She couldn’t help but reel in anger for her foolishness, she underestimated them. But how did the resistance become so effective so quickly? That was lost upon her.
‘How I longed to see you like this…’
She recognised the voice, it was full of false promises and pure darkness. Even though she couldn’t see it was obvious who it was. ‘I-I s-saw you b-burn w-witch!’
A foot came down upon her chest, the pressure was causing the ceramite to buckle under the strain. ‘I burned.’ hissed the witch. ‘While my family gave up in despair, I pressed on. Our god is a kind master, one that actually answers prayers. I wondered to myself what I will do once I have you in this position…’
The pressure increased, more blood started to fill her mouth. Her gut was on fire. ‘H-Harlot! I-I w-won’t bend!’
‘I don’t want you to bend, I wish to break you. To know that there is no salvation after death, no light to embrace you after you show so much defiance…’
‘L-Lies!’ Seraphia spat.
‘We’ll see.’ the witch replied.
Seraphia thrashed to no avail, her body won’t move but she will resist to the bitter end.
Travis walked over the scattered remains of his brothers and sisters, they all did their jobs wonderfully. They all gave their lives without hesitation, the distraction was a success. He approached his restored queen, she was as he saw in the vision. His heart would flutter whenever he was in her presence.
Her bare foot was planted upon the battered harlot, despite her face being the picture of contempt in his eyes Glascia still looked beautiful.
Travis bowed ‘what are your orders your majesty?’
His queen’s blazing pink eyes regarded him, she gave him a delicate smile. ‘Take the others and go to the second level to rest. The Angels are coming soon.’
He nodded and bowed again. ‘Very well.’ he gestured to the others. ‘Back into the lift!’ In silence everyone followed his order. Once they were inside he pressed the button for the second level, he still kept his eyes upon his queen who was beginning to reach down towards the harlot. When the doors closed, he could pick up the sounds of muffled screams.
The lift carried him up to the second level, when the doors opened, he stepped out. Standing in the middle of the hallway was Alivia who lead the third squad. She raced up to him, her eyes held pink dots, which means she was adjusting well to the queens essence. Alivia smiled at him. ‘So they’re dead?’
‘Yes they are, the main reason why is because they underestimated us. Our queen has made us stronger in both body and mind, but our experience as guerilla soldiers served us well.’
Travis’ ears tingled, the muffled screams of the harlot was a distraction.
His second picked up this ‘she’s lucky isn’t she?’
‘Yes she is.’ Travis replied.
‘So, when will the Angels come Captain?’
Travis liked the sound of his new title, he smiled at his second. ‘Soon, Alivia. They will be here soon…’
Edited by Shinros, 05 August 2019 - 12:00 AM.