My pain and thirst forgotten, I struggled with desperation to aid my son.
We could not fail, and fall into the damned blood curse. Even knowing why it happened, it didn't help much.
At least I was certain the Black Rage wasn't an issue, as neither Jonas nor had any tendency to rage madly at anything. One cursed solved, possibly Warp induced or sothing of that nature.
But the modifications of our genes...that wasn't exactly easy to subdue. Way easier than normal people, for certain. But of those, you could count on a single hand the Blood Angels who conquered the Red Thirst.
Years passed in the scorching dessert, until Jonas turned to stare at , and then to my left. I glanced to the side, catching a disappearing wing before it vanished. You better run, creepy Angel!
"Are you alright now, Jonas?" I asked in worry.
"It hurt a lot, but I think it's over. And to think I made fun of those red drops on the Blood Angel insignia...both blood and angels showed up." my son muttered and began fading away.
"Write the Canticle on your weapons!" I yelled in my mind.
Then I woke up, to find Janice and my dear Canis hugging each other while watching over . Much better than a Warp entity with angelic wings.
"Wooo! Wooof!" my space wolf announced and licked my face with a towel-sized tongue. Wet as towel too.
"Hey sweetie. Mommy is busy?" I asked with a thin smile.
"Yeah, she's training her new Acolytes on that creature. The galls of it, to attempt sothing in my presence!" she exclaid in a more confident voice.
"That's right, daughter. We are Lancefires, and we fear nothing. Because we are what they fear." I declared in a level tone, to see her eyes widen in surprise.
"Oh! Is that our Lancefire House motto? It's great. So, wanna et the mute big sisters now?" Janice asked while twirling her force staff in mid-air.
Psyker powers were very cool for tricks like that.
"You know the Sisters of Silence are not dically mute, right? They just took a vow of silence. Which vows, we will smartly avoid by talking with our minds. It's how the entire Imperium works, only the written letter of the law counts. Sign language, mind signals, dancing and writing things on the implants, they are not speaking...so they must be correct. Just like the Church may not have n under arms, and they use won instead. The Adepta Sororitas." I explained gently while examining Janice for signs of mutation.
Didn't find any, and probably never will. Our Blank genes kept us safe.
Janice nodded wisely and petted Canis again. "Did you know, your puppy has a Rosarius around his neck? I was very confused at first." she asked with childish naivety.
"Yes, I asked a nice Astartes Chaplain to bless his Power Shield collar, and used my own fingernails to craft an organic conduit to the Emperor. As long Canis stays loyal, weapons will not harm him." I said pointing at the space wolf, who sat down ekly.
"Ah! Was it that simple? I'll have to ask mommy to build a dozen of them, for the big sisters. They have armor, of course....but shields are much better." Janice announced proudly and conjured a barrier shield around her.
I shook my head in amazent. Kids did get away with nearly anything, even from an Inquisitor.
"Go explore, sweetie. Daddy has to shower and get dressed." I told her, waving my hand in dismissal.
"Hehe. You do stink a little." she quipped then climbed on top of my space wolf and took off, passing through the tal door like it was made of air. It seems I will need blackstone, to keep my privacy with psykers on board.
I showered myself thrice, because I had been sweating blood, and normal sweat and got licked by a wolf. Damn dream visions!
Then I examined myself in the mirror, looking for wings or other deformity. Luckily, nothing of that sort.
My balls were still there, which was of vital importance for humanity.
Hopefully they still worked, unlike the implanted Astartes.
My Blood Angel bodyguard entered to check on , and stood guard vigilantly. A bit too late...and my face probably showed it.
"We're very sorry about the slip up, Lord Lancefire. We failed you again." the Space Marine Chaplain added in a mourning tone.
I just sighed and began armoring up. "If we could detect chaospawn easily, we wouldn't be in this situation in the first place, and Brother Arkio would still be alive. I heard the Inquisitor and her retinue took the creature soplace to interrogate it." I said in a level voice.
"Perhaps so, but one of us should have been in the room. The Inquisitor ordered us out." he explained in a slightly colder voice.
"And you have savant implants, Astartes. Those orders beca null, once soone else entered my rooms. From now on, don't obey any orders unless from my voice, spoken or sent via implant or mind transfer. There are thousands of Inquisitors out there, and most of them are corrupt to their cores. If Inquisitors want marines, they have Deathwatch or Grey Ones or the is pretty toast, I'd say. A billion Aeldari dead, not bad for an hour of hard work, right?" he asked rhetorically
I nodded and grinned. Both the dead Drukhari and the destroyed port will put a crimp in the Dark Eldar raids all over the galaxy. And without ships, they wouldn't be able to bring fresh slaves for torture or experints.
A minute later, my Rose arrived in the Pharos, holding her tarot deck tightly. "This ti it worked, magnificent bastard!" she shouted and embraced tightly.
"Shhh. Keep my secret." I said out loud, and in my mind. A cold laughter acompanied , as I stepped directly into my room with the loving prize in my arms, and hastily began undressing the lovely Inquisitor.
Perhaps another Blank child will arrive.
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