A Monster in Hell: A 40K Story

Chapter-16

"Shall we have this dance, then?" Valerie smiled, it looked sweet on the outside, but was full of venom when I gazed upon it.

Val had kept her exterior after I had exposed her. However, she was quick to glare at me or give me a pinch or a shove whenever I spoke too socially to her. Of course, this was unknown to the others.

My relationship with Persephone--- who was a bitch of a different kind--- was improving. What was it with me being a magnet for bitches? 

The celebrations for the recent Battle of Magog was on in full swing. Admiral Vicksburg had returned, after banishing two Daemon Princes of the Plague Father and claiming a Blackstone Fortress in orbit. Several worlds near the Hadex Anomaly had been seized, and Vice-Admiral Incus continued the Crusade in his favor, consolidating or destroying the remaining worlds there. A decisive deployment of forces were all that was needed.

Meanwhile, the Lord-Admiral Heinz had taken his fleets through the Anomaly. Now he searched the Outer Reaches of the Ultima Segmentum for the wandering Blackstone Fortress, banishing several mortal Champions and Chaos Warlords, and even Kur, a Daemon Prince of the Blood God.

The actual war had been won. Seventeen days after I had had my last Council meeting.

Lord-Admiral Heinz had been promoted to the rank of High Lord-Admiral of the Segmentum Obscurus, and Vicksburg to Lord-Admiral, for their troubles. It was known that Heinz was collaborating with High Lord-Admiral Raphael Sagittarius of the Ultima Segmentum to locate the Blackstone Fortress in question.

Meanwhile, the fleet for the planned capture of Hydraphur was ready. Rampart had informed me that the net was being tightened, and the entire sector would fall within a week. Annihilator Prime, Matthias and Octavian had taken their own ships to the area to begin their search for the Blackstone Fortress in Segmentum Pacificus.

And as such, a celebration was in order.

I was the Supreme Leader of the True Imperium, of course I had to attend. I had danced with all my women, from Olga (who was relaxed and graceful), to Claudia (who was absolutely horny and made extremely suggestive gestures), to Alex (who was clingy), to Angel (who was shy about the dance but once set off danced in perfect sync with me). But I had to dance with some others too... so Val was the one who lent her hand (strangely). 

So we were dancing.

She was a surprisingly good dancer, but she seemed to have a habit of using her psychic abilities to make her moves smoother and more refined and coordinated. I used to be a shoddy dancer, but I could at least get by: the ladies were all somehow good dancers, though some had decidedly dangerous quirks.

"Enjoying this?" I taunted her, when I felt her leaning into my touch as we danced round the ballroom.

"Do not tempt me to kick you in the groin, Supreme Leader." she hissed, her face smiling but her eyes flashed as she recoiled slightly.

"In denial, are you?" I chuckled, despite having no idea whether she was aroused or not, "It is not uncommon for psykers to suppress their feelings, after all: do not worry, I am not the Inquisition."

"Perhaps I should try kicking you to see what happens, hmm, very-non-psyker-who-uses-psychic-powers-all-the-time?" she released me and beautifully opted out of the dance just as smoothly as she had come. "Or perhaps... I should go get a drink to deal with the headache you have given me."

"Me, a headache?" I joked, as she stomped off. 

"Care for a dance, Supreme Leader?" I heard a voice beside me. It was High Lady Halik.