(Legienstrasse POV)
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You are Legienstrasse.
You are your creator's newest weapon.
You have many siblings and a bunch of relatives without any biological sex.
Like you, they are bio-weapons of different forms and purposes.
Your purpose is to hunt the enemies of your creator with devotion and without mercy.
This is your first mission.
Your target is a stupid noble who thought he could betray the Imperium for more power.
His name is Luther Gwauss and this is the day of his death as well.
As you walk through his palace, your steps are completely silent. Your heart beats rhythmically as you bravely step through the maze of traps that surrounded the lower parts of his home. Armed with nothing but your biology, you are inevitably doomed to success because all the security is not intended for your abilities.
Step by step, you slowly pass through the palace, taking care not to be noticed.
The entire palace was richly decorated and full of expensive things, and one could see that its owner was very rich and influential.
It was clear that the palace was equipped with advanced security systems, creating a maze of spy sensors and death traps. However, none of that could stop or slow you down.
Walking, you soon find yourself in his room. He stood there like the master of his dungeon, fueled by power and ambition. You look at him going through the official pergament, feeling your hands prepare to attack. You know it's finally the moment of truth.
A few more steps and you are next to him.
Sigilit ordered that the death be a brutal suicide because the person's future crimes are grave and redemption is impossible.
You grab him tightly with your hands, and he widened his eyes in fear. When he saw that there was an invisible force behind him, he didn't even have time to say a word because you covered his mouth. Feel the pleasure that floods your body.
With one of your many accessories, you take a knife from the drawer and put it in his hands before forcing him to start stabbing himself with non-vital parts.
You got to 64 stabs before he died. After finishing the stabbing, place the knife in the position where it would have been if he had committed suicide.
You need less than five minutes to set up the place. These measures will ensure that the death will be ruled a suicide without suspicion of foul play.
After completing the work, you quietly retreat from where entered. You are going to the place where you were born. It is your home and you feel safe there. You feel fulfilled even though you are semi-sentient, aware that the creator will be proud of you.
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(Isha POV)
The giant mechanical doors opened and he entered.
He was a giant in his golden armor and with his flaming sword most of the time. It seemed that her old acquaintance really knew how to make an impression on anyone who spoke to him or even knew of his existence.
The amount of adoration he received from his worshipers honestly amazed her.
The scenes of worshiping the God-Emperor of Mankind caused her sincere sadness because they reminded her of the peak of her people and everything that was built for her pantheon.
The territory of her children, the Realm of Ten Million Suns is now destroyed and its treasures and beauties swallowed up by the newly created Eye of Terror.
From that horrible place she could hear through the Warp the maniacal grin of countless horrors and terrifying screams of pure pain and terror.
She knew whose cries they were but she couldn't do anything to help them.
She was too weak even with the strength that is slowly returning to her as she recovers from captivity.
"Hello, Lady Isha," the Emperor greeted her with a slight smile.
"My Emperor" she replied monotonously "What brings you here".
"I came to check on your progress in your mission," answered the Emperor after a few moments.
"This way," she said and took a few steps before stopping and pointing with her hand at two females who were eating their lunch.
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The emperor turned to the two copies of her and just watched them for a few minutes.
"Why is one still corrupted?" asked the Emperor with disbelief in his voice, leaning towards her.
"She's not crippled," she immediately blurted out, expecting his question, "When I poured my powers into them, I found that there was only one full copy of me. The Plague Maiden is completely corrupted and it could be said that she was never anything other than a daemon. It seems that she is a daemon created using me as a model and she is my opposite in every sense".
She waited, letting him process everything she told him
"I understand," he answered shortly and added "And the red-haired one, how is she?"
She knew that she would probably ask that next, but it hurt.
Her red-haired copy represented her before her captivity.
She didn't just look like that, she also behaved like that, she was happy and joyful.
She would try to deny it, but she was jealous of the redhead. She had everything she was missing at the moment. She had to be jealous.
"She is healed," she said, holding back her tears, but she couldn't, and a few tears appeared on her face, "The redhead never had a husband or children, and it seems that she loves you and is completely loyal, just like the Plague Maiden. I questioned her and I am sure that the two of them must come from other universes because they are too different from me to be from this universe".
She turned her head immediately after her answer and began to cry softly.
She wasn't sure if she cried for a few seconds or minutes, but she suddenly felt someone's warmth.
She turned and looked and saw that she was surrounded by golden light and she saw her own friend hugging her.
"Everything is fine" he repeated that phrase several times as he slowly stroked her hair.
"It's not right," she snapped and replied sadly, "Look at what I'm like." My children will reject me for her as soon as they see us.
"They won't reject you, you are their mother," replied he her old friend, caressing her hair lightly.
" How do you know?" she asked with a sad face.
"They love you. You feel it yourself. Red or green hair, you're beautiful, regardless no matter what," said the Emperor, consoling her.
She felt that she could trust him. But she didn't say anything because she was enjoying the warmth of the hug.
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(Aurora POV)
She stood on the pristine dirt court, her white tennis dress swaying in the gentle breeze. She gripped the racket tightly, feeling anticipation coursing through her veins. The emperor, her father, was a tall and imposing person, and this was especially visible in his white suit. He slowly approached from the opposite end of the yard.
Her father was an athlete of incredible abilities and they have already tried several other sports such as basketball, football, rugby and skating.
Now it was tennis' turn.
She enjoyed spending time with her dearest father and playing with him. Today she was much happier because she found out that her sister Lemi is pregnant and that she will have a new sister or brother.
She always looked up to her father, not only as an emperor, but also as a wise and loving father figure. Her father was the best in the world.
The grass around the playground looked and smelled nice, but she nervously hugged the handle of her tennis racket. It was a moment she had been waiting for a long time - a tennis match between her and her father.
As she stood on the opposite side of the court, her gaze was focused on her father who was standing on the other side of the net, smiling. His long black hair was loose and his brown eyes shone with determination.
When their eyes met, a mischievous smile played on her lips, and she bowed respectfully. Her father nodded back before reaching out with a racket in hand.
"Shall we begin my dear princess?" he said, his voice ringing with both paternal love and divine authority.
She twirled her racket in her hand and answered: "We will, father, let this be a match for the ages!"
The ball dance between her and her father began. She felt the power in his shots as she launched the balls with certainty and precision. They both laughed, but the game had to begin. Every future jump, every shot, was a challenge that had to be overcome.
When the first tennis ball was thrown onto the court, she started her serve without hesitation. The ball quickly flew over the net, and her Father responded with ease with superb reflexes, returning the ball to her. Their tennis duels were fast and almost invisible to ordinary mortals or even to recording by ordinary cameras due to the speed and strength of the impact.
Through a few quick movements, she aimed at the ball that was flying through the air. Her little legs were moving fast, as she rushed to catch her, the use of her wings was forbidden. The powerful shot of the ball was perfectly aimed, but she was ready. She reached out and hit the ball with delight, sending it over the net straight to her father.
A moment of tense silence followed, while the eyes of all present were directed towards the field. The ball flew over the net and slammed into the opponent's side of the field.
She won the first point!!!. She felt the urge to broadcast her scream for all to see, but she restrained herself and smiled devilishly instead.
But as the game wore on, she felt her confidence grow. Her blows became stronger, more precise. Her game was becoming more and more useful to her. She felt her body develop beyond the limits of her biology.
Her mother, who was standing on the side, cheered her on with a smile full of pride. In addition to her mother and Lady Astarte is was there. Lady Isha, who came from her lab looking much happier than usual, he cheered her on.
Her father was cheered on by several of his Custodes including Valdor and Ra. Others who cheered her father on were the other members of his harem. Aiccon took up an entire wing and she wondered why they all came here. They had a hive mind and she didn't know the difference between them because they looked too similar and had too similar interests.
The match heated up, over and over as the constant hitting of the ball became a symphony of movement. Her father displayed agility that defied his height and weight, moving with the grace of a super athlete. She, on the other hand, focused her skills on strategy and foresight, matching her father's every powerful blow with an equally calculated response.
Game after game, they hit back and forth, their rackets creating a beautiful symphony of rhythmic sound. Her technique was impeccable, her movements refined and elegant. She moved around the court with the grace of a dancer, her eyes focused and determined. Despite his youth, he matched his father's skill with every move.
The father's serve was a thunderous explosion of power, but Serena's return was just as fierce. The crowd cheered as the point continued, each punch alternating with more ferocity. They hit back and forth, neither of them wanted to admit defeat.
Finally, in a moment of preserved agility in the last few moments to the king, she made a lightning sprint, leaping into the air to score a seemingly impossible goal. The ball flew over the net, skimmed the rim before landing just inside the line.
Her father tried to stop her, but the ball went past him and landed on the court - she won!
Silence enveloped the field as all eyes turned to judge Ra Endymion. After what seemed like an eternity, he stood up and raised his hand and declared, "Come in!" The crowd erupted in joyful cheers, their applause echoing off the walls.
A few minutes later she was able to pass and be with her father. She just hugged him.
Her father looked at her in surprise for a few moments, but then hugged her back.