Your New Mistress ( RWBY x Cultist Male Reader )

Prologue - Playing With Artifacts

This beautiful remake of N'Kari by Black Rabbit and posted on Steam Workshop for Warhammer 3. No more weird fuckery going on over there. However, this deamoness with have a diffrent name.

Also, important warning!!! This is a book with Slaanesh as the main God, so as you might expect - a fair warning about sex, sex jokes, casual threaths, blood, crack, probably some more sex. I will try to keep at a normal level so it's readable without wincing every two words while not going absolutely off track about how there are diffrent ways people venerate Slaanesh.

( Reader P.o.V )

Location Unknown

I woke up on the ground. My body screaming in pain as I tried to get up. Overwhleming pain in my limbs almost made me fall back down on my face but I persevered. I ripped off my sleeve and used it to bandage the bleeding on my leg. Seems like my aura couldn't hold on anymore.

I was sent on a routine cleansing of the Grimm but something was off when we arrived. Turns on that the White Fang had a base nearby and after spending hours fighting off those soulless monsters we were ambushed by the faunus. I had my team get to the LZ while I've played a distraction. I got shot and fell... Well, wherever I just did. Better here than there.

It's dark in here. barely able to see anything and I'm half-surprised that some Grimm didn't wander down here to munch of my unconcious ass. Trying to come up with a source of light I've picked up my sword and put my last dust crystal in it. Lighting up the blade just barely enough to see where I'm going.

Pushing myself alongside the wall I've noticed that it's walls smooth and that someone expertly carved this place in stone. I could see some stuff laying around, but it was outside of my vision to properly identify and I'm not risking getting turned around.

My leg was in searing pain but I've moved along only to stumble over something and crash onto the floor, my sword sliding out of my hand and cluttering into darkness where it smashed into something and the charge went off, using the dust crystal and setting everything into darkness once more.

Cursing under my breath I've dragged myself back onto my feet and notice a faint light coming from ahead.

Being hopeful that it's a way out or at least someplace I could get a lay of the land. Those hopes were quickly dashed as the light was... pink. I've expected people to be there but instead I've found something that sent chills down my spine.

The room itself looked like a mix of sacrificial alter, bedroom and torture room. Bloodied and rusted torture implements hanged on the walls, the altar was covered in blood and strange rune was carved in the middle of it. The middle part was covered in dusty and bloodied pillows, with a few other mystery stains.

However, behind the altar was a large mirror. Easily my height and it was from it that the pink light was emanating. Circling the entire room as it could only be describe as some sort of the den of sin, I've made my way to mirror.

On the other side was the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Every feature of her face was perfect. Pink glowing eyes that captivate the very soul, supple lips that seems to whisper sweet promises just by looking at them and even a pair of horns on her head, which oddly enough fit her so perfectly it was as if she were created as such.

I brushed my hand against the mirror and a multitude of diffrent runes light up along it's entire frame. Her eyes snapped to attention and locked onto me in an instant.

Everything changed about her. Her eyes looked like that of the predator that just spotted a helpless pray near it's own den. A snake-like tongue slithered past her slightly parted lips and run over her them. I felt naked and powerless. It felt as if barely being gazed on was bringing me unimaginable sensations that were hard to describe.