The Wayward Son

Seiras reluctantly followed Melisara out of the vault of her inner lab and back outside to the main area. The wracks, while mostly masked, all had looks of concern and confusion directed at Melisara as she was actually smiling.

"Take Seiras to Slave Chamber 4, and make sure he knows the way," Melisara instructed the wracks with an upbeat order.

One looked at her baffled, "Melisara, we will of course do as you ask, but I must ask why? You don't want him restrained or blindfolded?"

The haemonculus eyed the wrack dangerously before smiling at the Astartes next to her, "That won't be necessary. Seiras and I are friends now…aren't we Seiras?"

The space marine librarian nodded in agreement as he joined the conversation, "We are…Melisara and I have come to an understanding."

"That means that he won't be a problem. If anyone has any objections, please speak. I would love to hear them…" she almost taunted the wracks to say something negative.

The wracks all silently looked amongst each other before reaching a silent conclusion about what had happened. Seiras briefly pondered on what they could possibly be thinking, 'She said the wracks were aware of her personal studies and the primarch clone. If that's the case, then they're probably under the assumption that Melisara offered me a deal.'

"Consider yourself lucky, space marine…Melisara's favor will buy you a lot of reprieve in Commorragh. She's one of the oldest and most respected haemonculi in this city," one of the wracks spoke directly to him.

"Now that we've all reached a nice little understanding here, I want you to bring Seiras to Slave Chamber 4." Melisara repeated her command a bit more seriously now.

"Is there a reason you're sending me to that specific one?" Seiras asked her.

Melisara nodded, "Oh yes there is…everything I do is for a reason, my dear. Go and make some friends there…and don't you get any crazy ideas about escaping."

The way she said that last sentence almost made Seiras believe she was encouraging him to gather allies. He shook his head in silent confusion, 'I can't believe this still…is she really going to let me escape?'

"Come, space marine," the leader of the wracks motioned for the large warrior to follow them.

Seiras barely made it halfway to the exit across the lab before the wracks stopped. In front of them was none other than Renfaeda who had just recently arrived by the looks of things.

The Succubus queen gestured for the wracks to stand aside as she approached Seiras, "Move aside and let me have a good look at him."

The wracks obeyed without question as Renfaeda walked directly up to Seiras. He was somewhat confused by her use of Gothic, but quickly figured that Renfaeda wanted him to know what was being said.

She observed his freshly healed body with curious interest, "Hmmm…not a scratch on you. Melisara even repaired those scars on your face."

"She did?" Seiras replied with confusion.

Seeing Renfaeda's arrival, Melisara wasted no time coming over to them, "Ah, Renfaeda, what brings you here so soon?"

"I came by to check on your progress…I didn't expect to see the space marine alive and well though. I thought you said it would take until the end of the day. When did he wake up?" the succubus responded curiously.

'Melisara must have purposely told Renfaeda to come later so she would have time to talk with me,' Seiras quickly realized.

Melisara nodded, "Just recently as a matter of fact. As I told you earlier, he was a bit difficult to reanimate, but my skills are unprecedented and legendary. I have your little entourage in pods healing as well. They'll probably be back in half a day or so. Forgive the delay, but he was a much higher priority. I'm sure you'll understand,"

"Hmph…why isn't he restrained? Were you just letting him walk out of here with six wracks? You do realize what this monkeigh is capable of right?" Renfaeda demanded with disbelief on her face.

"Oh don't you worry about that. I developed an easy solution to deal with any behavioral issues. Here I have a trigger switch for his new and improved agony circuit! It's plugged into his body through the limiter collar and can easily take him down if he gets any ideas. Observe…" Melisara ranted as she held down the trigger switch.

Seiras immediately howled in pain as the agony circuit overwhelmed his senses. He tried to remain standing, but it felt even worse than before as it literally forced him to his knees almost paralyzed.

"It's got three settings here: stun, punish, and torture. You can easily adjust it as you see fit, though I must warn you that prolonged use of the highest setting could eventually damage his nerve cells. I would advise you only do that for a minute or two at the most or you'll risk numbing him to the pain," Melisara instructed as she handed Renfaeda several trigger switch devices.

Seiras began panting heavily as the shocks finally stopped a moment later. Renfaeda seemed delighted in its effectiveness at inflicting agony on the space marine.

"I have about five of these trigger switch remotes. One for me, you, Faelan, and two for whoever else you want to give them to. I assume you'll want your succubi to have them, but feel free to give them to anyone you want," the haemonculus continued.

Renfaeda looked over the trigger switch device before attaching it to her wrist. She observed it briefly with a smile before testing it out herself.

The succubus queen gleefully began to play around with the device as she cycled through it watching how the different settings affected Seiras. Stun didn't cause any pain, but it completely paralyzed him, much to his horror. Punish was the setting Melisara had been using previously. Torture was both of the previous settings combined and was unbearably painful as it could force him to his knees in screaming rage.

After briefly torturing Seiras for a minute or so, Renfaeda glanced at Melisara curiously, "This will work just fine in keeping him under control…though you should have thought about making a reward setting for it too."

"A reward setting? Hmm…I could possibly make one later. I find it amusing you would even want something like that." Melisara chuckled.

The Succubus grinned wickedly, "It doesn't matter…I don't really need it anyways."

"Oh? Have plans now do you?" Melisara said suggestively.

"Faelan and I both have plans for him…" Renfaeda replied vaguely before looking over at the kneeling Seiras.

She observed him as he tried to recover from his torture, "Where were you sending him anyways?"

"Oh I was just going to deposit him in one of the slave chambers. I was most curious to see how he would interact with aliens in confined spaces. I thought Chamber 4 would be a good location. That's also the closest chamber to my lab and it makes for convenient follow up examinations," Melisara explained.

The succubus chuckled, "That's the one Mokaela dropped all of her recent slaves off at. I see…well I'll just go ahead and take him there myself."

"My wracks were already taking him there. Are you sure?" Melisara asked.

"Positive. Keep up the great work, Melisara…whenever you're done with the others send them my way, will you?" Renfaeda requested.

"Of course my dear. You have fun now," Melisara practically giggled as she levitated away.

Before the haemonculus had fully departed however, she glanced back at Seiras one last time and addressed him in Gothic, "You treat her nicely now, Seiras. Renfaeda is technically your owner. Don't go and ruin a good thing after all the effort I went through to revive you. Cooperation will go a long way here…"

He didn't respond to her, but internally he was concerned, 'She wants me to swallow my pride and be their little pet for now…I don't know if I can stomach it. I suppose I'll have to for the sake of my freedom.'

Seiras felt extremely uncomfortable as the wracks all scattered about to their own way moments later.

"C'mon Seiras, let's go for a walk, shall we?" Renfaeda said sadistically as she motioned for the Astartes to follow her.

After a short and silent walk, the two were outside of Melisara's lab and on a massive walkway of some sort. As they walked in silence, Seiras reflected heavily upon the huge reveals that had recently changed his entire plan. There was no way in a million years that he was going to try and escape without the Ferrus Manus clone. While even Seiras as an Astartes was expendable, a primarch most certainly wasn't.

The librarian couldn't help but feel amazed by the existence of a loyalist primarch. If he could potentially bring Ferrus Manus back, he would validate his entire service to the Emperor and mankind as a whole. He could redeem himself and his chapter if he resurrected Ferrus Manus. Even though it wasn't his primarch, Seiras was anxious for a chance to talk with the Gorgon.

He had heard countless legends about the Iron Hands' primarch and how effective he was at destroying alien civilizations. Many Deathwatch doctrines were adopted from his legion's success against greenskins and advanced alien civilizations. Techpriests of the Mechanicus also held Ferrus Manus in higher regard than most other primarchs as well.

'I wonder what my Deathwatch brothers will think if I can escape with him. None of us are his gene-sons, but they'd all be just as amazed as I am,' The librarian pondered.

A moment later, Seiras snapped out of his delusions of glory and escape and regained his focus, 'I shouldn't distract myself with thoughts like that. I should focus on the present. I need to come up with a way to get out of here first. I have no idea how Melisara expects me to resurrect him…or if it's even possible. There are much bigger and important concerns here than my life…but I need to stay alive and do this for mankind. No indignity or torture will stop me from fulfilling my duty. Damn my pride, I have to succeed no matter what the cost!'

As he contemplated on various scenarios in which Melisara would let him escape, Seiras pondered on a serious issue, 'I have no idea how to navigate Commorragh…and if I steal a ship, I'm going to need help. This city is a like a galactic sub-sector sized underhive…I can't even tell which way is up or down here. All of the buildings seem to jut out at different angles as well…there's no simplicity to the planes and dimensions here. Navigating this place will be impossible without proper insight into where to go. Not only that but taking a ship would be difficult. My only options there are to stow away and fight my way to freedom on their next raid, or to steal a ship and pilot it out of here myself. Though I don't know how many people it takes to fly a decent sized ship out of here. If that's the case, then I might actually be able to free some others to help me. Finding a Craftworlder slave would be ideal…Oh and I definitely need that webway remote back from Aelendriel. Wait…where is that thing?! Oh damn…this just got more complicated.'

Renfaeda eventually led him over the massive walkway and up towards a private looking pavilion spire of some sort which overlooked the city. They were completely alone much to his concern and he couldn't help but feel confused as he glanced at the succubus.

"I thought you were taking me to a slave chamber…why did we stop here?" he asked the wych.

She sighed at his question as she pointed into the horizon, "Take a good look out there."

Seiras looked over the horizon with disbelief at the sheer size of the spires on the horizon. The architecture in Commorragh was impossibly difficult to understand or comprehend, and Seiras could swear he also saw a star on the horizon giving a faint illuminated light over the city.

'How do they have star in here? Isn't this the webway?! That's impossible unless they moved it in here.' he thought in disbelief.

"Beautiful isn't it? Commorragh is an amazingly large and incredible city. The main hub is larger than a star system and its as densely populated as one of your monkeigh hive worlds. Countless trillions live here in this city. The trueborn nobility, the wych cults, and the elite kabals all live near the top of the spires. Hellion gangs, Reavers, vatborn, and other lowborn filth live near the middle levels as well as countless slaves. The bottom tiers of Commoragh are infested with mandrakes, and other abominable creatures. I've never seen the filth down there, but I hear it's pretty dreadful," Renfaeda spoke up as she stood next to Seiras looking over the city.

He glanced at her confused, "Why are you telling me this? What are we doing here?"

"You've proven you're more useful than a typical slave or arena combatant. Beating all of my cult's greatest wyches back to back with none of your own weapons is no small feat. I must say I'm actually impressed with your competency and intelligence. Truly, you're tiers above any monkeigh I've ever encountered, and I've seen quite a few of you space marines before. You behave more like an Eldar than a space marine. I find that interesting about you," Renfaeda complemented him.

Seiras gave her a bewildered stare, "You defeated me with one attack…I find it hard to believe that you would think so."

"It would have been a more interesting fight had you been fresh. I regret that I had to put you down, but I couldn't risk upsetting our fans. I'm thankful that Melisara has the skills to resurrect Monkeigh though. It would have been a shame to lose you." Renfaeda replied.

"So what happens now? What use am I alive here other than being tortured?" Seiras asked.

Renfaeda smiled wickedly, "My brother wants to recruit you into the Kabal. He believes your expertise would prove invaluable in our war with a rival Kabal. Not to mention it would be a demoralizing status symbol to all these pompous nobles here if we have a pet space marine. Even more so after they all saw what you could do. You're going to be quite famous around here once they all find out you're alive again."

"What? The Archon wants my help fighting another Kabal? What could I do that none of you can't?" Seiras shook his head disbelievingly.

"Faelan will explain that in better detail later when you see him. Regardless of that matter, I brought you here so we could have some privacy. I have a few questions for you that I would like answers for," Renfaeda changed the subject.

Seiras stared at her blankly, "Such as?"

"Who gave you adrenal combat stimulants before your fight?" she asked almost dangerously.

The librarian gave her an emotionless look as he shrugged, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't insult my intelligence, please. I've been around for a long time and I can see how drugs affect people as clear as glass. You started moving way faster once your adrenaline peaked…so I'll ask again. Who gave you the drugs?" Renfaeda asked.

"Kaerith," Seiras answered honestly.

Renfaeda chuckled at his response, "I thought so…I was wondering what she was doing near you before the match started. Nevertheless, I don't blame her. Nelfaera and Aelendriel like to bully her a lot. They underestimate her greatly. Kaerith is my favorite of the bloodbrides, though I haven't really mentioned that to anyone. What she lacks in skill, she makes up for in cunning."

"You're okay with it?" he said confused.

The succubus nodded, "Of course I am. Aelendriel is insufferably arrogant and Nelfaera is a petulant brat. Those two needed a bit of humility. I like the ways you killed them both…especially Aelendriel. It's going to take years before her ego recovers from that, hahaha."

"You seem awfully careless about your own followers…why?" he said shaking his head.

"It's complicated…I do love my dear cousin Nelfaera, but she's grown far too bold in recent years. She thinks just because Faelan protects her that she can get away with anything. I can't directly punish her without upsetting my brother. Aelendriel on the other hand is just annoying when she starts boasting about all of her lackluster accomplishments. A bit of humility ought to remind her of her place now. It might also motivate her to train more and talk less," Renfaeda elaborated.

"What about Mokaela?" Seiras asked.

"I love Mokaela. She's one of my best friends. We used to be rivals, but after I defeated her, she's been respectful ever since. She'll probably treat you nicely now that you've also defeated her. Maybe it's just because she's half-harlequin, but she's not a very ambitious succubus. She just enjoys fighting, killing, and raping," Renfaeda laughed.

'Raping? How does a female rape anyone?' Seiras wondered briefly. He quickly dismissed that dark thought as he didn't actually want to know.

Seiras was silent for a moment as he looked back at the horizon. Renfaeda stared at him briefly before speaking again, "Next question…why did you kill the overseers in the slave chamber?"

"The hive gangsters?" Seiras clarified.

"Yes, I was surprised when I saw what you did to their little leader," the succubus replied.

"They said space marines were imperial propaganda…they didn't believe I was one. And then they threatened me with clubs. I made sure the rest of those slaves knew I wasn't going to tolerate blatant disrespect to Astartes," he stated as if it wasn't surprising.

The succubus laughed heartily at his explanation, "They actually threatened you?! Hahaha! Not even the kabalites here would have done something that stupid. Nobody is going to threaten you anymore…especially after your arena fight. That's hilarious that they tried to fight you. I couldn't help but notice how gruesomely you murdered them. You must have been pissed, huh?"

"They were subhuman filth. Death was probably too good for them. They honestly deserved to be in this forsaken place forever," Seiras replied heartlessly.

"You space marines don't really care about other humans, do you?" Renfaeda wondered.

Seiras shook his head, "Why should we?"

"Oh I'm not condemning you for it. I just think it's funny because they worship you space marines like you're these holy angels and you could care less about them! That's so beautifully ironic," Renfaeda beamed with approval.

"If you say so…" he replied carelessly.

"Anyways, next question: Do you really think Nelfaera is attractive?" Renfaeda asked.

Seiras was somewhat caught off guard by the question as he looked at her bewildered, "Why would I think-"

"You said it in the arena. I mean I figure you were probably just trying to upset Aelendriel, but it's true isn't it? Nelfaera was under the impression you fancied her appearance. Do you?" the succubus wondered.

"Not in the way you think. I just thought she looked unique for an eldar," Seiras told the truth.

"Good looks run in our family. The Aeshuls are renowned for our beauty, though Nelfaera is a bit exotic by Drukhari standards. She's adored by the halfborn though. Pretty much all of the local hellion gangs idolize her as some type of thug queen. A bit low-class for my tastes, but Nelfaera does enjoy being the queen of the streets. If she wasn't trueborn, she'd probably be in one of those gangs," Renfaeda noted.

Seiras shrugged, "I don't care how your kind perceives beauty or prestige. It's all irrelevant to me."

"Humor me for a moment if you would…what do you think of my appearance?" she asked curiously with a mischievous smile.

"You're an alien female with blue hair and ridiculous looking armour," Seiras stated the obvious.

She smirked at him, "What's so ridiculous about it?"

"I can see your bare skin and lack of protection. Howling Banshees wear practical light armour and they don't sacrifice any speed. Your armour serves no practical function other than flaunting yourself foolishly," he replied.

"Is the sight of my flesh…distracting?" Renfaeda asked seductively as she caressed her thigh while staring at him.

He felt somewhat horrified when he realized where the conversation was going and quickly lied, "I have no idea what you're implying."

"You don't think I'm sexy?" she asked bluntly.

"I am incapable of sexual attraction to even my own species…let alone a vile xenos fiend like you," Seiras replied almost hatefully.

"What would you say if one of us was interested in you? You wouldn't even be a little…curious?" She asked with a vixen tone.

The Astartes could not contain his concern as he felt Renfaeda stroke his arm with a single finger. He jerked his head towards her alarmed, "What?!"

"Haha, you look so disturbed. All I did was touch your arm. Are you imagining something naughty?" Renfaeda asked with a soft tone as she stroked his arm again.

He immediately pulled away from her, "Why are you touching me?"

"Does it bother you?" she asked knowingly as she ran her hand over the back of his arm and down his muscled back.

A sickeningly heretical shiver filled his entire body as Seiras reflexively jerked away from her once again.

"What are you doing?!" he demanded.

"What are you so afraid of?" she asked with an almost evil laugh.

Seiras' eyes widened as he stared at her cautiously, "I'm not afraid of anything. If you're going to torture me then just torture me. I won't humor this game of yours!"

"What game?" she asked innocently with a devilish smile.

The librarian immediately looked away, 'Just ignore this…she's doing this to torture me. The more I show resistance, the more she'll do it.'

A moment later, Seiras felt Renfaeda jump onto his back. She quickly sat on his shoulders and wrapped her hands around his head.

He felt a horrific sensation as Renfaeda began to stroke his hair, "I love it when they play hard to get. It makes it much more fun."

"What?! Get off of me!" Seiras protested as he tried to grab ahold of her. Despite him knowing it was a bad idea to react this way, Seiras loathed the idea of this alien touching his hair and molesting him.

The succubus easily snaked her way over and around his body in an acrobatic display as Seiras was unable to grab her. After a few moments of failing, he stopped. Renfaeda quickly regained her former position and laughed, "Too slow."

"How is this childish nonsense fun for you? I fail to see what the point of this is…" Seiras said distastefully.

"What would you do if I ordered you to entertain me?" Renfaeda asked.

Seiras didn't respond as a very awkward silence followed. 'I don't like the sound of this…'

"I don't understand," Seiras finally answered with audible concern in his voice.

Renfaeda jumped off of him a moment later and stood directly in front of him. She grabbed one of his hands and guided it to her chest, "Understand this?"

Seiras immediately ripped his hand free of her grasp after it touched her chest. He looked at Renfaeda defensively, "No, I don't…"

"Oh I think you do…what do you say? Want to get better acquainted? I'll let you touch me anywhere you want." she laughed at his reaction.

"Don't even joke about something like that…it's disgusting," Seiras replied.

Renfaeda gave him a foxy look, "That's what makes it so good."

Seiras glared at her and didn't respond. She shook her head at him and chuckled, "You realize I'm rewarding you, right? A bit of good incentive from a master to her slave. Billions would kill to be in your position right now…and yet none of them would interest me as much as you do right now."

"Just take me to the slave chamber," Seiras said slowly as he tried to diffuse the very awkward tension between them.

"Oh that's not how this works. I'm the master and you're the slave. I want something from you and you're going to give it to me…understand?" she grinned wickedly.

"What do you want from me?" Seiras asked confused. Truthfully, he already knew, but he wasn't about to breathe life into the horrific idea.

Renfaeda rolled her eyes, "I want to fuck you…obviously. I don't think I could have been any more blatant about it. Don't pretend like you couldn't tell what I wanted."

"Why?! We're not even the same species…" Seiras said horrified.

"I know…and that makes me wet. To be honest I got a bit heated up watching you kiss Kaerith the other day. I wondered how you would squirm if I had my way with you. I wondered just how easily I could seduce you if I wanted to," Renfaeda said seductively.

"Space marines can't have sex," Seiras tried to stop this inevitable horror.

Renfaeda rose a brow at him, "Really? I'll bet your freedom that I can get you off."

"If this is supposed to be some elaborate joke then I fail to see the point. There's no way you're serious…" Seiras replied concerned.

"What if I am? Nobody's around…it's just you and me here. No one will know…" she said with a sultry whisper.

"I'll never willingly submit myself to something that heretical and foul!" Seiras protested.

Renfaeda sighed at his attitude and shook her head, "I'm all for some violent foreplay then…"

A second later, she pressed the trigger and caused him to howl in pain. She definitely pressed the highest setting as it forced him to the ground. After an excruciating twenty or so seconds, she released it causing Seiras to gasp for air.

Taking advantage of his weakened state, she quickly got on top of him. Seiras felt the succubus straddle him a moment later as she leaned in close to his face, "What's the matter, Seiras? Afraid you might actually like it?"

"Space marines don't breed…you're wasting your time," Seiras said between painful breaths.

"Let's make that deal then…if I can't get you hard, then I'll let you go back to Corun. Deal?" she said temptingly.

Seiras was extremely hesitant to accept her offer, but at the same time it was alluring. Had he not been made aware of the Ferrus Manus clone in Melisara's lab, he likely would have accepted it.

'She can't arouse me like those Slaaneshi cultists did…that was chaotic warp corruption and I got rid of most of it. She's just a filthy xenos…I can't actually have sex with her!' Seiras thought assuredly to himself.

"I'm thinking you're too afraid to accept my deal because you know you want this," Renfaeda whispered.

"Go to hell, alien whore!" Seiras spit at her face. He made sure not to use his Betcher's glands as he didn't want to derail his escape plans. His disrespectful gesture towards Renfaeda however had left a large wad of saliva over the succubus' face. She unsurprisingly activated his agony collar again causing pain to flood his body. She then switched to the low stun setting which completely immobilized Seiras and kept him stunned.

Instead of her being furious like he expected her to, Renfaeda amusedly rubbed the saliva off her face and began to lick her fingers. She then followed by leaning over him and spitting directly into his open mouth.

The Succubus smiled proudly when she saw the disgusted look on Seiras' face as he tried to cough up her alien saliva.

"You want to spit like you're some feral animal? I can play that game...how does mine taste, Seiras? Did you like it? Do I taste good? Maybe you want something more than that…a bit of tongue too?" Renfaeda cooed as she began to lick his face.

At this point, her chest was hanging right over him with considerable cleavage showing. There was no doubt that this was probably by design. Seiras couldn't help but look as her breasts were practically falling out of her slutty top.

Renfaeda noticed this and beamed wickedly, "And where might you be looking hmm?"

Seiras felt a strange warmth on his waist followed by some type of moist sensation spreading over his lap. Renfaeda was getting wet from this pseudo-sexual torture, and it seemed very evident after she noticed him looking at her.

She stared at him in a very predator like fashion, "I recall you saying that you had zero interest in this kind of thing. If that's true, then I guess this won't affect you will it?"

Seiras felt a sickening tremor as Renfaeda quickly jabbed him with a needled syringe from her armour a moment later, "Try some of this…it's called Nightbliss Nectar and it's the most potent aphrodisiac in Commorragh. "

Seiras had no idea why Renfaeda would have had a drug like that on her person, but that was the least of his concerns now as he began to feel a tremendously shameful lust flooding his body. In mere seconds, he began to get hard.

"OOOH! What's this?!" Renfaeda asked smugly as she reached down and felt his erection.

Even despite the powerful effects of the drug, Seiras was willing himself to resist the depraving sick thoughts in his mind. He forced a glare at Renfaeda as she revealed his manhood and began to stroke it.

"Odd...didn't you say space marines were immune to this kind of thing? So much for that little lie! You want to fuck me hahaha! Your emperor would be so ashamed! In fact..." she grinned wickedly as she began to suck his cock with masterful perfection.

His rage was quickly beginning to fade out of his mind as the overwhelming pleasure forced his body to betray him. The poisonous aphrodisiac that Renfaeda had given him was quickly taking full effect now as Seiras could no longer keep himself from groaning in pleasure.

The succubus lifted her head up and smacked her lips as she locked eyes with him, "Somebody likes it. Want more?"

He felt a horrible throbbing and pressure as more blood poured into his manhood. Renfaeda teasingly stroked it a few times as she smugly looked at him awaiting his answer.

"Stop this…I don't want to-" he was beginning to regain his senses as he tried to resist the temptation. Unfortunately, he was instantly silenced as Renfaeda stripped her armoured panties and mounted him.

She spoke with sultry pride, "OOOOHH! You're inside of me…there's no turning back now. Might as well give in and indulge yourself."

Seiras couldn't stop a gasp of ecstasy from his throbbing cock entering her. Renfaeda felt completely different than the human women he had previously had sex with. Her alien vagina was deeper, more muscled, and much warmer. She was very tight, but he felt an amazing tremor of pleasure from how soft, wet, and hot it was.

The arrogant look of satisfaction on Renfaeda's face from invoking this response was sickening to him, but right now he could barely focus on any logical or ethical thought.

Renfaeda took her time and enjoyed every second of this moment, "That look on your face turns me on so much, Seiras."

A second later she began to grind and ride him at a torturously slow pace building up even more pressure within him. Her slow grinding was driving him mad as it began to amplify his desire.

"Mmmm…nice and slow," she moaned as she went just fast enough to cause incredible pleasure, but slow enough to drive him mad and deprive him of relief. This went on for what felt like an eternity as Seiras tried to will himself to resist. Each thrust and slow gripping bounce of Renfaeda's hips further cracked his resolve.

"You want to cum some badly…but I don't think I'll let you until you beg me for it," she said with a sultry moan as she began to go even slower. She had indescribable control over her vagina's muscles as they playfully squeezed and lightly massaged him.

"Does that feel good, Seiras? Do you like it when I do this? Ooh right there. MMM," she said with suggestive gasps as she clenched on each massaging bounce.

Seiras growled angrily as he tried to free himself from his collar's stun. His resisting seemed to amuse Renfaeda greatly as she giggled evilly, "Just imagine…how good it would feel if I started moving a bit faster. All you have to do is ask me for it…"

"Curse you alien!" Seiras spat between gasps and groans. She teasingly began to go faster now which caused the unbearable pressure to build up.

"I'm amazed you haven't cum yet. You're trying so HARD…ahahaha! Maybe I'll just stop now so you don't blow your load just yet. You don't get to finish until you admit you want it," Renfaeda grinned as she stopped riding him and stayed still.

The pressure from before felt even worse now as Seiras felt his testicles clench tightly and painfully.

The feeling of this pressure and not being able to release it was terrible. Renfaeda smiled as she began to move again at an agonizingly slow pace. She spoke haughtily, "Just tell me you want it, and I'll finish you off."

Seiras ignored her as he began to speak a litany to himself, 'What is your life? My honour is my life. What is your fate? My duty is my fate. What is your fear? My fear is to fail. What is your reward? My salvation is my reward. What is your craft? My craft is death. What is your pledge? My pledge is eternal service!'

Renfaeda looked a bit annoyed at the Astartes for not giving in. She started moving faster now at a considerable pace and hissed at him, "Tell me you want it and I'll let you cum in me!"

'What is your duty? To Serve the Emperor's Will! What is the Emperor's Will? That we fight and die! What is death? It is our duty!' Seiras kept repeating the Astartes litanies in his mind as he resisted every heretical urge in his body.

"AGHH! FUCK! OHHH!" Renfaeda squealed as she began to go as fast as possible.

"You think you can resist me?! Cum in me now you fucking animal! AHHHH! Right there! Right there! UHHHHH!"

The following moments were all a blur to him as Seiras felt Renfaeda orgasming. She was riding him at unbelievable speed as her pussy tightened and convulsed rapidly. This rapid convulsion finally released the pressure within him as he came inside of the succubus for what felt like a full minute. The moist and sticky slapping sound of her pounding against him kept going as Seiras felt his body betray him.

"ARGHH! UHHH!" Seiras gasped as couldn't stop himself from continuously ejaculating. Despite finally hitting his orgasm, it lasted way longer than even the ones he had with the Slaaneshi cultists. Sweat was dripping from his body as he kept going with an aggressive groan.

"That's right! Breed your queen! Fuck that feels amazing!" Renfaeda howled in ecstasy. So much semen had gone into her, that it was practically flowing out of her after Seiras finished. Once it was finally over, she immediately collapsed to the ground and began to moan with satisfaction.

"I have needed this…" Renfaeda exclaimed in a blissful sigh as she crawled over on top of him again.

With the desire now fully gone, Seiras finally realized the true horror of the situation. His eyes were wide with shock and shame as Renfaeda stared at him proudly.

"This didn't just happen…I can't…I wouldn't…" he could barely believe the situation. Renfaeda had successfully mated with him.

He felt disgust and self-loathing now as he looked away from Renfaeda. She looked insufferably proud of herself as she spoke peppily, "What's the matter, Seiras? Didn't you enjoy that? Look at what you did to me, haha!"

He did not reply to her which only seemed to make her laugh more. Renfaeda spoke happily at the situation, "I hope my reward was good compensation for me killing you the other day. Keep being a good slave, and I'll fuck you whenever you want. Maybe I'll let you be on top next time…"

"I didn't want this…" Seiras finally replied with disgust in his voice.

The succubus got off of him a moment later and stood up. The oozing bodily fluids leaking from between her legs dripped across the ground as she walked over to a nearby wall of the pavilion. She then held up a strange device and showed a screen to Seiras.

He stared in absolute disbelief as it was a recording of them having sex. The succubus proudly brought it to the part where they both orgasmed and spoke proudly, "Finally some good porn for me. Be good now or I'll send this video to every Inquisitor I come across. You wouldn't want your little friends on Corun to see this, now would you?"

"No…" Seiras replied slowly.

"Did you enjoy it?" she asked. It was obvious to him that she was looking to break his will somehow through this act of depravity. With fresh blackmail against him now, Seiras was quick to realize he was going to have to give her what she wanted.

Seiras looked away distantly, "I guess I did."

"Then you wouldn't mind giving me a kiss, would you?" she goaded as she turned off the stun on his collar.

Reluctantly, Seiras sat up and indulged the twisted alien's desire as he kissed her. Unlike with his kiss with Kaerith, he didn't bother trying to resist. There wasn't any point in it anymore seeing as how he had already mated with her. He awkwardly kissed Renfaeda for bit before she finally seemed content.

Once the horror was finally over, she began to redress. He did the same as he stared blankly into the distance. This experience was probably one of the most traumatic in recent memory. Not even mating with Slaaneshi cultists had been this bad…at least they were human. He'd rather fight an army tyrannids alone than go through this again.

Part of him was beginning to finally understand why having sex against their will was so traumatic for women. Only in his case it was even worse since he as an Astartes was powerless to prevent it being done to him. Seiras couldn't describe the cringeworthy shame he felt.

This alien sadist had essentially just raped him. Seiras' mind tried to process the information for a moment as the disgusting reality was crippling his pride. 'Why couldn't I resist? I'm weak…I don't deserve to live after this heresy. What in the Emperor's name was that abominable drug she put into me? I couldn't even think straight…When she started going fast I lost all clarity and control.'

He was drawn from his self-pity as Renfaeda spoke up again, "I'll drop you off in the Slave Chamber now. Faelan will come talk to you later, and once we get you better situated here, maybe you can even sleep in my room…if you'd like."

Seiras said nothing as he kept his gaze down. Seeing him in this somewhat traumatic state, Renfaeda simply chuckled as she began to walk away, "C'mon, Seiras…let's drop you off with the other slaves for now."

'This xenos killed me the other day. Why did she want to mate with me? Did she do this to humiliate me? Is it to blackmail me into obedience? Is it some type of display of power and dominance? I don't understand these depraved Drukhari fiends. There's no way that she was actually attracted to me…was she?' Seiras thought disgusted.

He followed her for a short while in absolute silence. She pointed out occasional things or addressed several figures during their walk, but Seiras tuned out all of it. Nothing mattered to him right now…he just wanted to be alone and away from this accursed alien.

He felt a sickening regret in the pit of his stomach as he shook the thoughts of their foul intercourse out of his mind. This was even worse than his experience with Slaaneshi cultists. If he ever did escape from this accursed hell, then he was going to take this horrific and shameful secret with him to the grave.

"Ah, here we are…Slave Chamber 4. Have fun in there, and feel free to do whatever you want to the other slaves. I'll see you around Seiras," Renfaeda winked as she gestured Seiras towards a lift. She waved at him as she pressed the button causing him to descend alone.

He felt a small measure of relief getting away from her as the elevator lift descended. Upon reaching the bottom and entering the slave chamber, he heard many footsteps shuffling in his direction. This was quickly revealed to be a small mob of people and aliens looking to see why the elevator lift had moved and who the new arrival was. It was likely common for slaves and prisoners to always check out the new stock.

Their eager curiosity was quickly transformed into terror when they caught sight of the space marine getting off the elevator lift. Upon seeing Seiras, the newest arrival, several people immediately froze up. One voiced his concern immediately, "It's that space marine! He's alive! Run!"

"No fucking way! The one from the arena fight?!" someone else shouted.

As Seiras came closer, the mob dispersed and scattered like roaches. Many of the people around him were terrified when they confirmed he was an Astartes. The librarian looked around curiously at them, 'These people seem to know who I am. That's unusual…this is another slave chamber. How would they know about me?'

The librarian shook off those thoughts as he discreetly moved to the corner of the chamber looking for a similar blind spot that he found in the previous slave chamber. He didn't take long to find it and wasted no time tucking himself into the dark corner with his back against two walls and a spiked pillar blocking any view of him. He was in pure darkness, but finally he was alone for the first time in forever.

Seiras shivered slightly as he sat there in silence for moment. He wasn't cold, but he felt a strange detoxification from the drug Renfaeda had given him. That in addition to his own disgust caused him to feel a bit sick. He braced himself through this discomfort as he began to pray his shame away.

Many hours passed presumably as Seiras allowed his mind to go blank. He was currently meditating in a half-awake state getting a bit of rest. He would occasionally hear random sounds of people coming near his dark corner, but none were actually brave enough to enter it.

He enjoyed this brief reprieve as he tried to sleep, but his mind had a difficult time filtering out the negative and horrible thoughts. Nevertheless, after many hours of prayer and litanies to remind himself of his duty, the librarian eventually regained his mental fortitude.

A short while later, the ghostly light taps of feet against the ground quickly alarmed him as he kept his eyes shut. He remained calm as he pretended not to sense it and tried to trace its approach.

'Light footsteps…too light to be human. Someone is trying to sneak up on me. I'll move when they get closer,' he thought cautiously as he pretended not to notice the would-be ambusher. A second later he heard another ghostly movement. It was so light and muffled, that he could barely hear it over the sound of his own heartbeats.

'There's two now…one two meters to my left and the other three meters to my right. They're not moving…are they having second thoughts, or have they caught on to my detection?' he thought concerned.

A third movement caused even greater concern as Seiras barely heard the air move. This third figure began to sneak in closer and was directly in front of him. Had he not been trained to detect the ghost steps of Aeldari aspect warriors, Seiras doubted he would have ever heard them coming.

Without hesitation or doubt, Seiras jumped to his feet and dove to the right into a forward roll. This caught his ambushers off guard as the librarian moved faster than they were expecting. Opening his eyes now, he grabbed the nearest aspect warrior and put him in a chokehold as he held him up to shield himself from the other two.

"One more step and your friend is losing his head…get back!" Seiras said commandingly.

With reluctance, the main aspect warrior that had been in front of him a moment ago took a step back. He spoke with the all-too-familiar arrogance of the Aeldari, "Release him, space marine. We're not here to fight you."

"Why should I trust a promise like that when you just tried to ambush me while I was asleep?" Seiras asked.

"If it had been our intention to ambush you, then we wouldn't be having this conversation right now," the obvious leader of the trio spoke condescendingly

Seiras' eyes were well adjusted to the darkness, and he took a moment to look the three Aeldari ambushers over.

The one he was currently holding in a chokehold had long brown hair. The one that had spoken to him had long blonde hair and he had and bronze-like eye colour. The third one was female, and she had wild medium length orange hair the color of fire. Her bright green eyes practically glowed in the dark as a sharp contrast.

Seiras examined them curiously as he looked at the markings on their heads. 'He's a Striking Scorpion, she's a Fire Dragon…those are exarch markings too. What in Terra are exarchs doing in here? Don't the Dark Eldar like keeping Aeldari as personal slaves? I seriously can't even believe the female one isn't someone's sex slave…'

Upon thinking that, Seiras was immediately reminded of his recent indignity and quickly concluded the obvious that she had likely already had been through her fair share of 'torture'. Hell the males probably did too. Not even males were safe from getting raped in this horrible place as he had recently come to learn.

"You're Seiras, correct?" the blonde Eldar diffused the situation as he asked the librarian to confirm his identity.

"Yeah…what do you want?" the Astartes asked bluntly.

"Release Atharen…we want to talk," the Striking Scorpion exarch said calmly.

Seiras reluctantly let the aspect warrior in his chokehold go. The brown haired Eldar quickly regrouped with his allies as he turned around and eyed Seiras with cautious concern. A quick look at his head revealed that he was a Warp Spider Exarch.

'I'm amazed I was able to grab a warp spider exarch…they're some of the most nimble and elusive. That aside, why are three exarchs in here? None of them are even from the same aspect shrine either,' Seiras wondered as he looked them over.

"You had better have a good reason for sneaking up on me," Seiras shook his head distastefully.

"It was our intention to be subtle. We were under the impression you were asleep, and we wanted to wake you without drawing unnecessary attention," the Striking Scorpion replied.

"Fine, what is this all about then?" Seiras asked impatiently.

"How are you alive? I wasn't aware the Drukhari could reanimate monkeigh…" the eldar shook his head.

Seiras shrugged, "I don't know…supposedly their haemonculus here is one of the most famous in Commorragh. Her name is Melisara. She's the one who brought me back."

"We've seen that haemonculus a number of times, but I wasn't aware she was Melisara," the blonde Eldar said with a bit of concern.

"What do you know of her?" Seiras asked curiously.

"From what I've heard, Melisara used to be Asdrubael Vect's haemonculus. The Archon Faelan must be paying her absurd amounts of resources and slaves to buy her services. Melisara is not easily bought. Among the Aeldari, she is known as 'The Immortal Revenant.' She's an evil and ancient being from before the Fall. Are you sure that's the haemonculus' name?" the Striking Scorpion stated seriously.

Seiras nodded, "Yes…the wyches mentioned it a number of times."

"What use is a space marine to them alive after being killed in the arena?" the Warp Spider, Atharen cut into the conversation.

The librarian shook his head, "All I've heard is that the Archon has plans for me. How does my fate concern any of you?"

"He smells strange to me, Tallath…" the fire dragon spoke in her language to the Striking Scorpion as she sniffed the air.

He glanced at her briefly, "How so?"

"Like one of those wych whores. I can smell Drukhari musk on him…" she explained with a visibly disgusted look on her face.

Tallath looked at Seiras briefly as he sniffed several times. His eyes widened when he looked at Seiras surprised. He spoke up with a bit of confusion in his voice, "Did they do anything…strange to you recently?"

"What are asking me exactly?!" Seiras pretended to be oblivious. Unfortunately, he couldn't hide the bitter shame and anger in his voice.

"Look at how he's reacting? They definitely raped him," the Fire Dragon Exarch said shaking her head.

"I did not need that visual, Ashera…" Tallath replied to her with evident disgust on his face.

Seiras glared at them annoyed, "If you have something to say, then just say it in Gothic."

"Even space marines aren't safe from the indignities of slavery it seems…" Tallath shook his head.

"I didn't-" he tried to protest but was immediately interrupted.

The Fire Dragon, Ashera, spoke up in Gothic for the first time, "We've all been through it…me especially. Don't think I can't detect what that smell on you is, monkeigh."

Seiras was silent for a long moment as he looked away in bitter fury. He spoke with venomous anger a moment later, "Stop wasting my time! What do you want?!"

"The same thing you do…to escape this hellhole in the webway and return to our craftworld. We want your help," Tallath replied calmly.

"You want my help? Pfft…why would a craftworlder ask a human for help," Seiras scoffed.

Tallath rolled his eyes, "Believe me, it pains me to even humor the idea, but we aren't exactly in a position to turn away potential allies. You've already proven to us that you're capable of fighting the strongest Drukhari in this part of Commorragh. Unlike a normal monkeigh space marine, you're also cunning enough to sacrifice your pride to defeat an enemy. Killing Mokaela in such a way was surprisingly intelligent for one of your kind. In addition to those selling points, you're also able to use Drukhari technology…and that means you're not just useful for fighting. While I know it's unfavorable for us to work together, we could greatly benefit from your assistance."

"How do you know about me killing Mokaela? You saw my arena fight?" he shook his head surprised.

"Everyone did…the slave chambers broadcast the fights to demoralize the slaves," Atharen interjected.

"That makes sense I suppose. It would also explain why everyone was terrified of me the moment I arrived here. So…you have an escape plan already then?" Seiras asked.

Tallath nodded, "Several in fact…my best plan however would have much more favorable odds if you were involved."

"You must be desperate if you're actually asking me for help…why do I get the feeling this plan is wholly dependent on me? You would have escaped already if any of your plans were actually solid," Seiras shook his head.

Tallath glared at the librarian a bit menacingly before collecting himself, "If it were just the three of us, we could have easily escaped already…but I refuse to leave our aspect warriors behind in this place."

"So you three are the leaders, and the rest of your warriors are where exactly?" Seiras asked.

"Scattered about in different areas. The majority have been imprisoned in the…Pleasure Spire," Tallath's voice trailed off with evident malice at the mere mention of the place.

The librarian looked them over, "Are you three the only exarchs in captivity here?"

"How do you know we're exarchs?" Atharen cut in.

Pointing to the marking on their foreheads, Seiras spoke, "Gold-rune markings symbolize those lost on the Path of Khaine. You're a Striking Scorpion, He's a Warp Spider, and she's a Fire Dragon. Since you're all lost on your paths, you're not as fun to torture and you're a threat…so the Drukhari put you in here. I find it odd they didn't separate you though."

All three of them looked completely shocked by Seiras' insight into their culture and their various aspects. Tallath tilted his head at Seiras confused, "How do you know that? I've never encountered a monkeigh…let alone a space marine that knew such things."

"I…learned it from one of your kind," Seiras told the truth.

"Who in their right mind would teach a monkeigh about the shrines and the aspects?" Tallath said disbelievingly.

"His name was Prince Kalyra…he was Autarch from a Craftworld called Aldmorian. I found his spirit stone in the wreckage of that lost Craftworld on Typhon Primaris almost a century ago. He's the only survivor of that Craftworld. I kept his company for years…and he taught me a lot about your kind," Seiras explained vaguely. Mentioning the torture was probably not in his best interest.

Tallath looked shocked, "An Autarch taught you?! By Khaine, how did you convince him to do that?"

"It's a long story…I convinced him to help me in exchange for bringing him back to his own kind one day," Seiras lied.

"What became of him?" Atharen asked curiously.

Seiras looked away almost sadly, "I kept him on my armour for years. After battling a Chaos fleet, I was injured and a group of Eldar saved me…they recovered Kalyra and put him in a Wraithlord."

"Our kind rescued you? I find that difficult to believe…" the fire dragon shook her head.

"They were from a craftworld called Iybraesil. They were trying to recover a webway generator remote from the Daemon Primarch Fulgrim's fleet. I don't know why they saved me, but their farseer was named Iruna," Seiras explained.

"Iruna?! You've met Iruna?!" Tallath gawked.

"You know her?" Seiras asked.

Tallath nodded, "Yes…we're actually from Iybraesil. How crafty of her. She knew you would end up here if she saved your life."

'She planned this far ahead? Is that even possible?!' Seiras wondered. He felt a bit disturbed by it that the alien's foresight was so accurate.

"Well if that's the case, then I suppose we should work together. Iruna's already proven her trustworthiness to me by saving my life. Her daughter even healed me," Seiras explained.

Tallath gawked at Seiras before giving him a dangerous glare, "Irulan's a healer now?"

"Yeah, how do you know her?" Seiras tilted his head in confusion.

"That doesn't really concern you," Tallath replied defensively.

"You're her father…aren't you?" Seiras asked knowingly. Given Tallath's reaction to her, that was the most logical option.

"I am, though I haven't seen her since she was a small child. Exarchs aren't really allowed to have families or children. It is good to know she walks the path of the healer. If she's anything like me, she would get lost on the Path of Khaine," Tallath said distantly.

In a strange way, Seiras could almost understand the alien's feelings as his own father had once possessed a similar mindset. 'He doesn't want her to become an aspect warrior like him…'

"You can see her again when we escape and get out of here…I'll work with you. I owe my life to your craftworld," Seiras broke the awkward silence as he nodded his head respectfully.

"Very well, monkeigh…you're our ally for now. I suppose if we'll be working together, we should all introduce ourselves. My name is Tallath…Exarch of the Striking Scorpions Shrine," Tallath said with a bit more hope in his voice.

'What are the odds I get captured and end up meeting Iruna's ex-lover. She definitely knew all of this was going to happen. If that's the case then there's a good chance she expects I can escape,' Seiras thought with a bit of hope.

"I'm Atharen, Exarch of the Warp Spider Shrine. Don't expect us to be friends, but we'll be civil. I can respect your skill in battle and your mental quickness at the very least," the second exarch introduced himself.

Finally, the Fire Dragon spoke, "Ashera…Fire Dragon Exarch."

"Well, you all know my name…Seiras. I'm a Deathwatch Space Marine," he responded vaguely.

"What chapter are you from?" Ashera immediately asked.

"Deathwatch," he repeated.

She shook her head, "We're not fools, Seiras…we know what Deathwatch is. What's your actual chapter?"

"The Blood Ravens…" he answered slowly.

"Never heard of them," she scoffed.

Tallath shook his head, "It doesn't matter what chapter he's from Ashera. We're allies now until we escape and go our separate ways. Besides, if Iruna saved him, we can trust him."

"Fair enough," the Fire Dragon sighed.

"So what's your plan then?" Seiras changed the subject.

"We need to free the Aspect Warriors from the Pleasure Spire. If we can get our warriors free, we'll have more than enough numbers to commandeer and pilot a ship out of here," Tallath explained.

"You can navigate this twisted realm?" Seiras asked hopefully.

Tallath nodded, "Technically yes, but if we are to escape pursuing ships, then it might be more ideal to find an actual guide. They will know all the back routes out of Commorragh and can easily get us back to Iybraesil."

"Any suggestions?" the librarian asked.

"A willing traitor would be ideal…or a harlequin. Unfortunately, those options aren't very reliable or in high abundance here. We should take hostages. A Dracon would be the most preferable target or even the hierarch himself if we can capture him," Tallath replied.

Seiras nodded, "That would work…but how do you plan to break your warriors out of captivity? What will they do then without any gear? Is there an armoury here with your weapons and armour in it?"

"As a matter of fact, there is…and it's very close to the Haemonculus' Laboratory. Your gear is probably there as well. We shouldn't attack it first though. If they catch word that we got weapons, they'll deploy half the Kabal to stop us. The best solution is for two groups to hit the tower and the armoury at the same time. We should only do so after creating a massive distraction to draw off their army. A huge distraction would allow for us to raid these two areas while the Drukhari guards are scattered," Tallath explained.

"So which one are you sending me to take care of? The distraction I take it?" Seiras asked.

"You and Ashera should break into the tower and free the others. Kill the guards and take hostages if possible. They should also have several raiders stationed there for a quick escape as well. Ashera's been there many times and knows the layout, but she'll need help against the trueborn there. You provide the muscle and help her kill the guards. She'll do the rest. Atharen and I will secure the armoury while you're doing this and set up traps. If our distraction proves useful enough, then our aspect warriors can quickly regroup at the armoury and we can get outfitted. From there we can fight our way through the Foundry and reach the docks to steal a ship. By then, I'm sure they'll be aware of our escape so speed will be of the utmost importance in this," Tallath elaborated further.

"What about his collar, Tallath?" Ashera immediately pointed out.

Seiras glanced at the orange-haired fire dragon as she reached up to feel the painful device around his neck. She shook her head, "We need to take this off of him before we escape."

"Do you know how to take these off?" Seiras asked.

Ashera nodded, "Yes, but from the looks of yours, it would take a decent amount of time to remove. If you can steal the right tools for me, I can remove it from you before the escape."

"I'll steal anything to get this damn thing off my neck. They put paralysis and a shock function on it too," Seiras said distastefully.

"It looks like an agony circuit amp is plugged into your spine…that Haemonculus must really hate you if she'd put something like this on you. The regular Psionic Limiter Collars are painful enough on high settings," Ashera remarked with disbelief as she fiddled with the collar briefly.

Seiras was surprised by her insight into the device but didn't have time to give it much thought as Tallath cut in again, "With all of that planned…the most difficult part of the escape will be creating a big enough distraction. Causing a riot or an uprising is too obvious, and that would alert the Kabal to securing the armoury and their ships. Causing a calamitous event is a better option, but it would have to be something major. I have yet to come up with a proper solution for this phase of the plan."

"I'll work on coming up with a plan for that. When I've got something decent, I'll run it by you for your approval," the librarian replied.

"Very well…for now we should avoid each other in sight of the Drukhari. They've left us alone for the most part recently, but you will likely come and go. As soon as you find out what the Archon wants with you, let us know…" Tallath stated as he began to walk away.

He briefly stopped before turning back, "One more thing you should be aware of…there is a fourth exarch here that we would like to recover. She's currently…well we'll speak of this later."

"She's what?" Seiras asked with his curiosity piqued.

Tallath glanced over at Atharen who shared a look of disappointment on his face. The Warp Spider shook his head as he remained silent. Both of them looked over at Ashera.

No words were spoken in this silent exchange, but the fire dragon seemed to understand their intent as she nodded her head. She waved them off as she spoke, "I'll explain it to him…go on without me."

The two exarchs silently and stealthily left much to Seiras' confusion. He looked at the fire dragon, Ashera with uncertainty, "Why did they leave?"

"It's difficult for them to talk about it. Archon Faelan made them watch…" Ashera's voice trailed off somewhat painfully.

"Watch what?" the space marine asked with a bit hesitation.

"The Howling Banshee Exarch…her name is Sorellia. Faelan and his Incubi…they…" Ashera couldn't even finish the sentence as she looked super upset recalling the memory.

"You don't have to describe it…" Seiras interrupted her as he shook his head, "I think I have an idea."

"Whatever you're thinking…it's worse. She wasn't like the rest of us…she didn't just accept it. She was too proud…too foolish. They broke her. I've never seen such cruelty. I wouldn't even wish that on your species," Ashera said distantly.

Serias looked at her curiously, "They didn't do the same to you?"

"I'm not as willful as she was…I gave them what they wanted when I realized I had no choice. They quickly lost interest in me because I'm not as fun to rape. They're sadistic, thrill-seeking minds found me boring in comparison to Sorellia. Incubi also have some type of hatred against Howling Banshees too. They broke Sorellia's spirit," Ashera said with distant recollection. Her bright green eyes radiated hatred in them as she maintained her emotional composure.

"How badly? Will she ever be herself again?" Seiras asked curiously.

"I don't know…if you see her here, you'll understand. We exarchs are already a bit crazy since we're lost on the Path of Khaine. Combine unspeakable trauma to a twisted, obsessive mindset like that and you'll get a very bizarre result," Ashera explained vaguely.

Seiras held his head down and nodded, "I'm already experiencing my own share of such things…I pray I can maintain my sanity and dignity in this accursed place."

"Who did it to you?" Ashera asked him curiously.

"Renfaeda…" Seiras answered slowly. Just speaking the succubus' name caused him to cringe a little.

"I'm not surprised a Drukhari succubus would enjoy such depravity. If she did it once, you can expect it again. If you're lucky, that's all you'll have to endure. Not all of the Drukhari are exclusively heterosexual." Ashera said as she stared blankly away.

"What?!" Seiras gave her a concerned look.

"Let's just say Tallath and Atharen have endured their own share of abuse too…" Ashera replied vaguely again.

"From the wyches?" Seiras asked.

"No…" she said distantly without any follow up explanation.

"So what do you intend to do about Sorellia?" Seiras changed the subject after a very awkward silence.

"We're not leaving her here to be their plaything…she needs to get back to the Craftworld. If she refuses to leave, we're taking her by force," Ashera explained.

"If she refuses to leave? Why wouldn't she want to?" he gawked.

"If you see her…you'll understand. She's barely herself anymore. Curse the Aeshul Twins! Khaine will punish them with his fiery wrath and cast them down into annihilation! Morai-Heg will judge them and they'll pay for these crimes! I'll burn them all into ash! The Widowmaker will pierce the veil and ignite this place in Khaine' fire!" Ashera immediately got incredibly angry out of nowhere.

Seiras had never seen Eldar express this type of emotional instability before and was actually fascinated by it. He actually could empathize with them much to his astonishment.

"That's too good of a fate for them…I'll throw their souls into the warp where they can be eaten by Slaanesh," Seiras said with hatred in his voice.

Ashera's green eyes lit up with bloodlust, "Yes…I want to be there when it happens. I want to watch them die! I want to see Faelan suffer."

'I knew exarchs were a bit crazy since they got lost on the path of the warrior, but she seems downright psychotic to me. I've never seen a craftworlder lose control of their emotions like this. They must really hate these Dark Eldar,' Seiras thought as he nodded in approval.

After a brief and very awkward silence, Seiras began to wonder if this was the reason that Melisara put him in this specific slave chamber. 'Melisara put me here for a reason…this must have been it. Now here's the real question…how am I going to get that Ferrus Manus clone out of here during all of this? I wonder if it's even worth saving some of the humans too if we're stealing a ship.'

"I've heard that the Archon has a null with him…a woman. Do you know anything about that?" Seiras asked Ashera drawing her from her fantasies of slaughter.

The fiery maned Eldar nodded, "Yes…Meela. She's Faelan's pet monkeigh. What's your interest in her?"

"Iruna told me to find a null…if she's a null, I have to get her out of here. What else do you know about her?" Seiras asked.

"Not much other than the fact that she doesn't speak, and nothing fazes her at all," Ashera shook her head.

"She doesn't speak? Why?" he said disbelievingly.

The fire dragon looked irritated, "You know more about nulls than I do. If it were up to me though, I'd blow her apart with a fire prism. She's an abomination. Faelan once made her stare at me for hours. He thought it was funny. Drukhari aren't psychically sensitive, so they can tolerate her presence. It's absolute torture for us to look at her though. In fact…it's probably just as bad for you too. Aren't you a psyker? Why else would you have one of those collars on? You want to find a null as a psyker? Are you crazy?!"

"It's just what Iruna told me. Apparently, I have an ability called Soul-bonding…psychic glamour. She thought it would protect me from Chaos," Seiras explained.

Ashera looked like she didn't approve, "Forget that…even if she wasn't a freak monster, that monkeigh girl wouldn't betray Faelan. He's had her for centuries apparently. Besides, there's no telling how badly she'll affect you once your take that collar off. You want my advice? Kill her and burn the body."

"You doubt Iruna's vision then?" he said uncertainly.

"What did she say exactly…tell me," Ashera practically commanded.

"She told me, 'She dances alone in sad depression. Sing for her and she will dance with you.'" Seiras answered.

Ashera's eyes lit up upon hearing that, "She dances alone in sad depression? That sounds like a Solitaire…"

"A what?" the librarian asked.

"It's a type of harlequin that is close to what you might consider our version of a null. They have no souls and an almost anti-psychic presence. They can however use their psychic abilities without any restraint. A Soltaire is the most powerful type of Eldar you'll ever encounter other than the phoenix lords. Anything short of one of your primarchs running into one wouldn't stand a chance," Ashera explained.

"So what about the dancing alone in depression thing then? What does that mean?" Seiras wondered.

"Solitaires are typically loners. They'll play Slaanesh in a Harlequin troupe's play, however," she noted.

"What's a play? Is that some type of show?" Seiras asked.

Ashera nodded, "Yes, it's a theater act where harlequins roleplay as historical or mythical figures to tell a story. Only a Solitaire can play Slaanesh though…anyone else that tries usually goes crazy. From what I've heard, Solitaires are dreadfully depressing to be around and almost everyone avoids them. I'm not sure why Iruna would tell you to sing to one…though if you happen to see a harlequin, maybe you should try it. Tallath might have a better idea what that vision means. He knows Iruna better than the rest of us," Ashera replied.

"I'll keep that in mind if I see one then," Seiras nodded.

"Come, walk with me for a moment. I want to show you something," Ashera motioned for him to follow her around his pillar and led him further towards the center of the chamber. She pointed up at the ceiling where a massive display screen of some type appeared to be. It was currently off, but Seiras was quick to realize what it was.

"Everyone in here and all of the slave chambers saw your fight from one of these screens. Seeing you alive in here will undoubtedly cause them great fear, but it could also inspire them to follow you," Ashera stated seriously.

'I guess I never noticed that…the other chamber had one too. This is where they watched the fight,' he thought.

"The others didn't care enough to mention it, but there are a lot of slaves that belong to this Kabal. It would be impractical to save anyone useless, but there are a number of candidates in here that you might consider recruiting to help us. We'd have tried it already, but the slaves in here aren't exactly trusting of my kind. They do not see a difference between Aeldari and Drukhari. You on the other hand could easily convince a number of them to help," Ashera explained.

"I thought you didn't want to start a riot…" Seiras trailed off uncertainly.

"I don't…but I think it would be a waste to not recruit more help. This chamber has a number of warriors that might prove useful. Kroot would make ideal allies in escaping…though they are aligned with the Tau race. Mokaela captured a Kroot Shaper recently named Harru. He would be an invaluable ally as well and could inspire the other kroot to join us. There are also a few competent monkeigh in here that could prove useful as well. Seek them out and establish a familiarity with them. Don't let them know you're working with us though…keep that under wraps for now," Ashera continued.

Seiras nodded at the Fire Dragon as she began to walk away. She glanced back at him before leaving, "We're in the opposite corner in an elevated rafter above the other slaves…come back when you have something to report. We'll be keeping an eye on you from the shadows."