Chapter 31

(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.