"I guess we will have to fight him in melee." I said a bit listless. Anything could be killed by a good sword.

My new bodyguard actually growled, possibly amazed at my bravery. "My Primarch could. Maybe the Lion. You are..." he exclaimed in a panicked voice, as Dessima drew both her swords, and vanished, already engaging the Daemon in a duel.

"I've killed worse things, Brother." I proclaimed calmly and drew my own pair of swords. Phase and chronophage swords, each able to cut through anything.

"Foolish man..." he muttered as we vanished from the bridge.

A Lamenter Apothecary arrived a second too late, searching for the medical problem with eager eyes. "He's beyond healing now..." Teresa spoke in soft words.

"I will wait then. Father may be injured while killing this demon." the Apothecary proclaimed calmly, watching the holoscreen with faithful eyes. .

Of course, I wasn't actually suicidal. The Tesseract also bought Sabaktes, Stern and Mnemorach at my side, increasing my chances to about 50%. Or so I thought.

"Demonifuge!" Vashtorr shouted in pain, as Sister Stern's anathema power covered the void all around us.

"Are you a coward, little demon?" Stern asked as a giant lightning slammed into the Chaos Demi-god and burned out a grinning skull.

The pressure on me felt a bit less, all the sudden. "I will come back with The_Weapon and drink your souls!" Vashtorr promised as he began to draw away.

Dessima sliced something at his belt, making the artifact sputter and gush Warp energy.

"My Spite-Iron_Goad ! AHHH! I hate you!" the demon yelled as a green fist slammed into his side, courtesy of a Transcendent C'tan.

Sabaktes fired his left arm cannon, blowing off another glowing skull and returning the pressure to a mere Greater Daemon. It seemed this creature had pilled add-ons for extra power, like a tech-priest would.

"A parting kiss to a demi-god." Mnemorach commented wryly, and struck the demon with a metal tube, which unfolded into millions of nanowires to shred him from inside.

Vashtorr retaliated with a pentagonal sigil that focused his energy on the Solitaire, making him lose the phenomenal speed, while also healing himself.

So I stabbed him, chronophage sword in the head, while the Phase blade went all though the body and sectioned him in two. A burst of energy filled my body, healing me from inside out, while my mind began to fill with extra knowledge.

Dessima sliced as well, cutting through the pentagonal sigil and removing a hand.

"My Talisman_of_the_Forge ! I quit! No more games..." Vashtorr yelled and sped away, missing most of his body and artifacts.

A specter-looking C'tan appeared in his path and sliced him again with a C'tan scythe, while the green C'tan bound him in living metal chains.

I reached with the tesseract to move closer, and hit the Demi-god with my swords again, this time removing the demon's head and impaling it onto the Dawn_Blade . Again, I felt more knowledge pour through. I was rather well-educated before and here, but the things I could do now amazed me. I was certain I already understood all the Demiurg Rail and Ion Technology, since I studied Tau tech for long years now.

Also, quantum communications, similar to our low range FTL comms, but so advanced...

"You dare to drain me!" the Demi God wailed in pain.

"I am Pef Lancefire and you are in my domain. Do you feel scared now, little demon?" I spoke out loud, mostly for my people on board the fleet.

"... You killed Slaanesh. I know you. You can be my master! I have technology and machines to make you a God." the demon screamed in pain and anguish.

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"I eat Gods, little demon. As for machines...I don't eat those." I spoke with a serious tone.

Stern arrived beside me and added her energy, melting the demon into burning dreams. "You've grown stronger, Lord Lancefire." she observed while glowing like a goddess.

Another Black Fortress arrived at the party, a bit too late. Or not, if Trazyn felt greedy.

'This is so touching...don't mind if I record the scene for a museum piece.? the Necron Lord asked without any tact.

"Think of secrets, little demon. Alpha Legion, the Fallen, this Weapon. I am curious." I asked out loud, making new thoughts appear into the demon's mind then drain through the sword into my soul.

"...No! I worked hard to gather all this data. Plus you can never be sure if is true." the demon began to scream, while his pressure drew lower. Maybe Beta-level. At my nod, Dessima stabbed her chronosword as well, gaining valuable intel and draining the demon even faster.

Mnemorach appeared beside us and stabbed the demon with an Eldar dagger glowing with silver stars. It wasn't like mine, but did something similar.

His own body began to heal and grow stronger. Minutes later, I felt Dessima undergo a change, gaining the deep feel I sensed around Ordella as well.

It would appear a Demi-god makes for a great meal too. More minutes later, Mnemorach popped and vanished, having mastered his Pariah levels completely, as Vashtorr died forever.

"You now have an Eldar Demi God as a friend. And Godfather." Stern whispered for my ears only.

"A god of Blanks?" I wondered as I hugged Stern with my free hand.

"I am close as well now. One day you will too. And maybe Canis. Your wolf is strange." Stern added as she became a lightning storm and flew towards the remaining Arks.

"My own Heavenly Wolf. I think I changed things today." I mused to myself as Brother Joghaten simply shook his helmet. "We have a legend on our world. A man's soul being shared by a heavenly and hellish wolf."

I palmed the broken Noctilith pentagonal sigil and moved us back on the Black Lament. There was always war in this universe, but this war would end soon.

'Mark these locations Elixa. Monitor everyone who goes through.' I sent to my Obsidian Mother a string of planetary and stellar coordinates.

'The infiltrators? Already matching one location.' the noosphere expert answered in my mind.

'Your wolf can speak now, father.' Victor announced with a weird voice.

'Just don't throw him at a sun. Lash also eats suns.' I advised him wisely. I mean, energy was energy. Nothing wrong with eating suns, I could respect that.

'And now he's laughing. I don't care anymore. Going autistic and engaging these traitors. Victor out' he replied in a morose voice.

Ah, my brave young son. You did threaten a C'tan with a sun, did you? He thought you wanted to give him bland food.

'I want an Ark like this for myself. You don't mind if I keep one, do you?' Trazyn asked sneakily.

'Of course not, Lord Trazyn. As long I get paid. Otherwise, my system, my loot.' I allowed generously.

'Cheap bastard! You're going to work me to death!' the Necron pouted.

'Maybe something like that Tau ZFR_Horizon_Accelerator_Engine ? It would be useful to move faster when going sublight. Torpedoes in particular.' I explained kindly.

'I hate you!' he declared without much elan.

'But first, let's clean this mess. My people were worried a little with all this fireworks show.' I said calmly as I retrieved my wolves.

The Apothecary finally had a job, healing Canis.

"I messed up" Teresa muttered towards me.

"As do all children. Try to think first, next time." I said gracefully as I sat down in my command chair and linked with the Machine Spirit.

Our three Black Fortresses opened up, each at a different Ark, and Trazyn followed soon. Another day, another massacre. It felt good being a Lancefire.