Your faith has been shaken. As a Sister of Battle you have braved blood, demons, and xenos all in the name of the God Emperor. But something shook your faith. Otherwise you would not brave the Eye of Terror alone, and face a Hedonite of Slaanesh, a demon of unspeakable excess, and say yes.
First time writing something for myself, so I hope that I did the 40k fans some justice. More to come from this particular setting.
Sin well.
.....I have been thinking of other ways to remind you guardsmen and -women of your duty to the emperor, to mankind… ways that are perhaps more effective than a bolt pistol to the head….. I wish to test it on you, since you seem like a prime example for some “motivational training” ..... Not to mention, that nervous look on your face is incredibly adorable...
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As an Order from the Holy Inquisition, and with the blessings of the God-Emperor of Mankind, You are to become my fucktoy!
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You are a commissar in the Tethronion 2nd, a historied regiment of the Astra Militarum that hails from a hive world where the commissioned officers all come from the upper crust of society. You were recently assigned from such lauded crop to this much-craved post, straight out of the Schola Progenium, at the start of a brutal campaign to put down a rebel force that had seized control of a vital agri-world.
For the last six months, you have heard tales of a veteran sergeant serving in your platoon, a man who has defied the odds countless times and won many victories in the face of almost certain defeat. And you craved him. You wanted to take this man, this mere scab from the underhive who dared win glory beyond his capability, and break him under you.
But no matter how many of his fellow soldiers you flogged, whipped, or even executed over even the most minor infractions, he did not give you just cause to feel him break at your hand.
Now, you have heard that your platoon is going to lead the charge in a frontal assault that will likely end in death... and you are done being patient.
love is chaos but in a good way
