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nekohime19 · 4 months ago

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Heart behind the lie # 28 : Thousand years city

They arrive at the city!

Thousand-Years City was a place you could spot from afar, if the loudness of it all (the creaking and squeaking of the machinerie scaring all nearby birds) wasn't enough for you to notice it, your eyes will be lured by the striking colors cutting against the dull desert-like valleys circling it. Even from afar, kilometers away from the walls separating city and nature, Sun Wukong could grasp the madness stemming from the place. He never went there, only heard echoes of others. They described it as a bubble of insanity, and they were right.

A city always had some sort of character, perhaps a time period that defined it, or a culture imbued in it. Thousand-Years City looked like someone decided that everything in the world should be here, from Roman coliseum, European palaces to Asian temples, every corner of the world was smashed in one place, as if continents of all times collided together. They weren't even in the city yet, and Sun Wukong was already sensing his incoming headache. He hoped that the Thousands-Winged Owl was buried by time, if this man was the one that shaped this bubble of madness, he would be a pain to deal with.

“Why is it so goddamn loud?” Groaned Macaque as he glared at the faraway city, eyes spitting fire, hoping he could burn it with his mere pupils. Sun Wukong restrained the chukle tickling his lips and leisurely turned towards him.

“I can cast a dampening spell on you, if you want?” Macaque sighed, he rubbed his forehead, as if trying to soothe the inevitable headache that would seize him in the future, and brushed his offer aside with a gentle wave of hand.

“No… You never know how to level them. I don't want to be deaf.” Sun Wukong gasped, greatly offended, how dare this man slander him like that? His dampening magic skills were perfect, mind you, he honed them for years with Macaque as his willing guinea pig.

“Well, if you don't want my perfect dampening spells, mind you, you want some magic? Then you can do them yourself.” Huffed the sage with crossed arms, he turned away, one eye sliding towards the warrior to gauge his reaction. Macaque rolled his eyes, a fond smile on his lips.

“Why not. I'll show you some real dampening magic skills.” Teased Macaque, a bit of fang showing on his bottom lip. Sun Wukong huffed dramatically, and took the warrior's hand with false reluctance. He gave away some of his magic, relieved to see Macaque's face regaining shreds of colors, and intently watched as the other put his hands on his ears. Unfortunately, Macaque didn't unfold his hidden ears, they stayed hidden under a thick layer of glamor as he applied the spells on the sides of his head. Once he finished, he turned towards the sage with something akin to pride in his eyes.

“I can admit you're good. But not as good as me.”

“You're just a sore loser.” Snickered the macaque as he proudly showed off his magic veiled ears. “You'll never achieve this level of mastery.”

“I am never a sore loser.”

“Oh yeah? What about the time you cheated when we were bird racing, using wind magic?”

“Pff, I don't know what you're talking about.” Awkwardly laughed the great sage, a drop of sweat rolling on his temple.

“The time you accidently broke the xiangqi board before we could finish the game because you were losing?”

“That was eons ago, I don't remember.”

“When you pushed me in the river because I was better at tail push-ups!”

“That was you!” Gasped the sage as he leaned over the macaque, said macaque rose an eyebrow, lost in thoughts for a moment, before answering :

“Was it?”

“Yeah you pushed me in the river with a shadow portal because I was winning!” Groaned Sun Wukong, throwing his arms over his head in disbelief at the sheer audacity of pinning this on him.

“Hm, I will not talk without my lawyer.”

“You have no lawyer, Mister. If anything, I am the one with a lawyer.”

“Poor guy. I pray for his soul.” Snickered Macaque, the sage hitted him with the tip of his tail to stop his cackling, Macaque only cackled louder, like the professional menace he was.

They stood in silence after that, gazing at the faraway city as they came closer and closer to it, both of them grimacing as if they were eating something particularly sour. The kids rejoined them on the deck after a bit, chattering about how pillow fighting should be recognized as a true sport.

“No, but there are techniques.” Bickered MK as he leaned on the railing, beside the sage.

“You're the only one creating techniques for something like that, noodle boy.” Sighed Red Son.

“Nah, everyone has their own pillow fighting techniques, you're just weird, Red.” Snickered the dragon girl as she teasingly elbowed the Bull's son.

“I'm not even gonna argue with this.” Groaned the red boy as he rubbed his forehead.

“Yo, Monkey King, Mac!” Saluted MK when he turned towards them, he chuckled when he caught sight of their frowned up faces. “You ate a lemon or something?”

“No, I'm just praying we're not gonna set foot in this city.” Groaned the macaque as he pointed at the city.

“Very unlikely.” Informed Red Son with his utmost seriousness.

“You're crushing our hopes there, Red Son.” Sighed the great sage. “Also, Mac?”

“Hm, I let it pass. It's cute.” Replied Macaque as he ruffled the kid's hair.

“I can call you like that, then?” Purred the sage with the most innocent face he could manage.

“If you're not adding anything weird to it.” Mumbled the warrior with squinted eyes.

“What? Me? Never! What would I even say? Macanada? Macat? Macackling?”

“Oh my Gods, stop there, please.” Groaned Macaque as he hid himself in his hands.

“Macandle, Macattack, Macaroni.” Listed the sage with a teasing smile.

“Mcdonald!” Chimed the dragon girl, looking very pleased with herself.

“Please don't encourage him.” Sighed the warrior, he looked at them with the most unimpressive stare Sun Wukong had ever seen.

“Too late.” Sang the dragon girl with a teasing glint in her eyes.

Macaque was fortunately saved from hours of teasing by the noodles lovers' arrival, they approached them, eyes fixed on the city behind (it was growing closer and closer by the minutes).

“Sandy said we will arrive in half an hour.” Informed the scholar.

“What a joy.” Muttered Sun Wukong, tail swishing in annoyance.

“Why are ya so bitter?” Asked the pig with a raised eyebrow.

“It's loud.” Curtly explained the warrior.

“And I have a bad feeling.” Added the sage with narrowed eyes.

“You both are so grumpy.” Chuckled MK as he eyed the sage's swishing tail, he tried to touch it but it was going too fast.

“You both are already so in sync~” Snickered Mei with wiggling eyebrows. The sage glared at her, hoping his eyes alone would deter her from piping another word of this, a pointless endeavor. “A match made in heaven !”

“I doubt Heaven will agree with their coupling.” Snorted Red Son as he crossed his arms.

“Can't you use another word, Red Son? Be romantic!” Whined the dragon girl as she latched on the fiery boy.

“What other word do you want me to use, mating?” Replied the Bull's son with furrowed eyebrows, the sage flushed at that.

“You'll get it one day.” Sighed MK as he sympathetically patted the fiery boy back.

They chatted for a little while, exchanging meaningless words while eyeing the Thousand-Years City. They landed on the desert-like valleys, far enough from the city to be hidden by the wave of land but close enough to keep an eye on it. The airship ruffled the dried strands of grass, and scared some unfortunate animals, but Sandy's mastery made it all surprisingly quiet. From afar, the engines probably sounded like the satisfied purr of a tiger, and not the heavy machinerie it really was. They left the airship behind shortly after landing (Sandy and some clones staying on the airship with the cats) Red Son tightly gripping the compass. To both monkeys' disappointment, the Bull's son confirmed that the piece was inside the city, there was truly no escape from this bubble of madness.

They walked towards it, creating a path on the dried valleys. Sun Wukong decided to hide himself behind shade, not willing to apply any more glamor on himself (he was already coated in magic, any more and it would become suspicious). Macaque imitated him, perhaps not wanting to waste his magic on something so secondary, a wise choice considering the state of his body. The walls of the city looked unbreachable from up close, their shadows looming over anyone daring enough to approach like an impending doom. The front and only door was guarded by two metal cladded giants, they leaned over them when they caught sight of them, their eyes shining with a magical glint (perhaps trying to see through them).

“Hm, you must be here for the festival!” Concluded one of the guards, his voice booming like thunder.

“Good-willed travelers are always welcome here. Have fun!” Whispered the other, they stepped back and let them enter Thousand-Years City.

The city was unsurprisingly loud, and overly crowded. The streets were bustling with life, so much that Sun Wukong was almost worried they wouldn't be able to even take a step inside. They huddled close, not wanting to be separated by the never - ending waves of passerby. Red Son was leading them, unwavering in his walk, parting the sea of people with ease (perhaps no-one was daring enough to be under his glare). Sun Wukong tried to look around a little, take his marks and find something useful, but the streets themselves were so torn and crowded, cut by buildings that shouldn't even be here (who thought it was a good idea to put a pyramid in the middle of the road was a madman) and so full of everything, it was like trying to find a needle in the goddamn ocean.

The only consistency he noticed was the three recurrent posters glued on every corner of the streets, each seemingly presenting a candidate (for what exactly, he wasn't sure). The first one was a blindfolded peacock, the second a gloved crows and the third a clocked dove. Mayhaps, it was related to the festival the guard mentioned. Sun Wukong wasn't curious enough to dig deeper.

They stopped after a few painful minutes of making way in the bustling streets. They were at the foot of the most garish palace the sage had ever seen, the walls were at a neck-breaking height, the gold was blindingly bright and the doors were so coated in jewelry Sun Wukong wondered how they could even open them.

“The compass points in here!” Exclaimed Red Son, a bad-hidden disgust blooming on his face. The garish place was the very opposite of the Bull's domineering but stripped aesthetic.

“The one living there has… a peculiar taste.” Mumbled Tang as he took off his glasses, whether it was for cleaning them or for avoiding the sight of the palace was questionable.

“Then, let's get down to business!” Exclaimed the sage as he caught sight of the way Macaque was curling on himself, ears pinning back. He has never liked loud and crowded places. The sage took the golden ring hanging on the door and loudly knocked.

The small window on the left of the door (something neither noticed because of the ridiculous amount of jewelry) opened, and a steel gaze swept over them.

“What do you want?”

“We want to talk to your lord.” Smoothly replied the Bull's son.

“Nobody is allowed to enter till the festival begins.” Huffed the voice on the other side.

“So the lord or whatever could come out?” Retorted Pigsy as he crossed his arms, visibly irritated by the other's rudeness.

“Our lord cannot go out till the festival begins.”

“And so when does this festival begin?” Asked his mentee with a raised eyebrow.

“In one week.” The window closed open after that, not even letting them ask anymore questions.

“Rude.” Huffed the dragon girl with a murderous glint in her eyes.

“One week in this place, lovely.” Groaned Macaque as he rubbed his forehead, they all winced at the idea.

“We're not forced to wait one week.” Chimed Mei as she put her hand on her hips. “We could always, you know, go for a stealth mission and take the lantern piece.”

“You mean stealing.” Clarified the scholar with a tremble in his voice.

“It was never theirs to begin with.” Shrugged the dragon girl. Sun Wukong looked at the place with his golden eyes, he sighed when he noticed all the protective spell imbued in the walls.

“There are spells everywhere. I mean, I could definitely pass through them, mind you. But that…” He pointed to the compass held by Red Son. “Will be immediately caught. The thing reeks of malicious intentions.”

“Great, another thing to add to the LBD suck at creating compass list.” Sighed MK.

“Well, we just have to not bring the compass then.” Concluded the pig.

“Guys, maybe we shouldn't have this conversation on their doorsteps.” The group laughed sheepishly at Macaque's interruption, they walked away from the palace, stopping in a nearby less crowded street.

“How about that : Monkey King goes into the palace to look for the piece-” MK was interrupted by Red Son.

“What if he's seen? It would start a war, and we have no time for that.”

“He could change into an insect or something.” Proposed Mei.

“Then how would he pick up the piece as an insect?” Asked the scholar.

“I could use my portals.” Cut Macaque. “My magic is not as malleable as Wukong's, so it would leave a trace, but shadows are discreet, if you're not accustomed to it you cannot immediately sense it, by the time they notice it we would be out of there.”

“That's it!” Cheered MK with starry eyes. “So Monkey King goes in as an insect, whatever, he looks for the piece. When he finds it he calls for Mac. Mac creates a portal, so Monkey King can transform back, take the piece and bail out!! And if he's seen, we'll just jump out of the portal, and they'll be so surprised we will have time to escape.”

“How would Macaque even hear Monkey King call out for him?” Asked the pig.

“Don't worry, I'll hear.” Replied the warrior with a smirk blooming on the edge of his lips.

“Seems solid, bud. I'm in.” Laughed the sage as he ruffled the kid's hair.

The first part of the plan was relatively easy, MK obnoxiously knocked on the palace's front door, and kept the one at the other side of the door busy enough with silly questions for Wukong to slip through it in his butterfly form. His skin tingles when he passed the spells imbued walls, but he was a master of his art, especially in thievery, he knew how to make his magic unnoticed, how to make it flow like blood to avoid any searching spells. The palace was huge, inspired by the old European aristocracy, the sage was quite unfamiliar with the layout. He flew in marbled corridors and lavishly furnitured rooms, cringing at the amount of paintings portraying the same person hung in every corner (a blindfolded peacock). He avoided the bustling servants as much as he could, hidden in the shadows, not willing to be discovered, even as an innocent looking butterfly (with a very suspicious monkey tail).

He eventually stopped before the master's room door, he slipped in as discreetly as he could, hiding himself from the gaze of the ones in the room. There was a blindfolded demon peacock sitting behind a mahogany desk, legs crossed, and chin held high as if he owned the world. A simple clothed demon parrot stood before him, arms crossed, seemingly not deterred by the peacock lack of attention.

“My lord, the festival starts in only one week. We will never find the right person before that, we should-”

“What?”Cut the peacock, his feathers ruffled by his servant's mere idea. “I'm not gonna take one of those… spies… as my partner. The festival attracted a lot of people, are you saying there is none we could strike a deal with?”

“No one wants to take the risk to anger the other two lords. They know how they are.”

“Of course they’re scared of these two daming birds.” Groaned the peacock, he sat up and turned towards the wall-sized window behind him. “This is the opportunity of a lifetime! You see this city? Why do you think it is like that?”

“Because the Thousands-Winged Owl wanted it to be like that, my lord.”

“Exactly. The King wanted it to be like that, so it is like that, so it is called the Thousand-Years City. Now this old fellow is dead (there was a lingering sadness in his tone) and a new King will be crowned. This city will be reshaped once again, lose its name and become something else, as the new King's saw fit. I want that. I want my paradise.”

“But my lord, the will said-”

“I know what his will said. Me and the other lord's know it better than anyone else. This festival might make no sense to you, but there is a method to our King's madness. And even if I don't like the other two lords (even if he seemed angry, there was an indisputable fondness in his tone, almost like one would talk about his annoying siblings) they are noble enough to never go against our King's will. But for me to participe I need a partner, you know that, so you better find me one!”

“Yes, my lord!!” Yelped the parrot, she bowed before her lord and left in haste. The peacock sighed, almost fondly, and turned away. He walked towards a door encased in the room's wall and disappeared behind it. Sun Wukong moved when he heard water flow.

The sage roamed around the room, looking in every nook and crannies of the place. He shuddered when he caught a whiff of a very familiar magic and immediately headed towards the place hidden behind the library. He found some sort of exhibit full of shadow related artifacts and books about shadow beings; at the heart of the place, under a bell jar, stood the lantern piece. Sun Wukong squeaked in joy, he immediately transformed back and whispered his moon's name. A pool of shadows emerged beside him, one of Wukong ear's flickered (he swore he heard something, or someone, fall), but he paid it no mind. The sage quickly put the bell jar aside and took the piece, however, the moment he tried to take a step in the shadows the room was suddenly lit with thousands of spells, enough to render him frozen for a minute. A minute however was enough for the room to be filled by guards, all of them pointing their weapons at him.

Sun Wukong was a pacifist at heart after his journey, but if push comes to shove, he will fight.

“Let me pass! Let me pass!” The peacock made his way on the front of his guards, he looked particularly disheveled, his blindfold was not as neatly tied as before, and the bathrobe covering him couldn't hide his ruffled feather. “Who is there!”

“Look, I'm not looking for a fight.” Sighed the sage as he scratched his head.

“I wasn't talking to you… Wait, how are you even moving, are the spells working?” Asked the lord of the palace, dumbfounded. The parrot demon ran at his side, warily eyeing the sage.

“My lord, this is Sun Wukong. The Monkey King.” Whispered the parrot.

“What? Why is he here?” Squeaked the peacock.

“I don't know, my lord.”

“Why are you here?” Asked the lord, he turned towards the King and crossed his arms, expectant.

“I just want this piece. I'll get out of your hair soon enough.” Explained the sage as he nodded towards the lantern piece clutched in his claws.

“What piece is he talking about?” Whispered the blindfolded peacock as he leaned over the parrot.

“The one you found recently, my lord.”

“Ah, the lantern!” Laughed the lord. “Quite the fascinating thing. If you want it we can strike a deal.”

“It's not even yours.” Huffed the sage.

“Well I was the one who picked it up, so by the rules of finders keepers, it is technically mine.” Answered the lord with an infuriating smirk. “But I'm sure you don't want any sort of conflict, so let's solve this in peace.”

“You certainly have the guts to pick a fight with me.” Scoffed the sage, he let his magic roam free, just enough to make the guards flinch. The lord flinched too, but surprisingly enough he didn't back down. The peacock walked towards him, each step slow and cautious, and stopped just before the sage, his breath hitting the King's face.

“And you have the guts to infiltrate my palace, endangering my people, and steal my property. I do not care who you are, Sun Wukong, you could be the Jade Emperor for all I care, the moment you defied me, the moment you disrespected my people, you were branded as my enemy. Now, I'm willing to not wage a war for this, will you listen, or do I have to search for my goddam armor?”

The sage stood his ground, not willing to back down, but he knew waging a war would be costly, and he didn't want to make this longer than necessary (Macaque needed to be healed).

“What sort of deal are we talking about?” Sighed the King.

“Ah! Here we are! I knew you were reasonable!” Laughed the peacock, he took a step back, letting the sage breathe properly. “First of all, where are your… accomplices? I know for a fact you're not a shadow being, nor a shadow user.”

“The deal is between you and me.” Growled Sun Wukong, fangs bared.

“If they have a hand in this thievery, they are related to his matter.” Huffed the lord. Sun Wukong wanted to punch his overly satisfied face, but he held in. Before he could reply, the group stepped out of the shadows (Macaque probably filled them in, and they decided to come out). “How many accomplices ?” Questioned the lord.

“6, my lord!” Replied the parrot.

“That's a lot.” Muttered the peacock.

“What is the deal?” Asked the sage with narrowed eyes.

“First of all, there is a shadow user among you. Might they stand before me?” Politely asked the lord, far more polite than when he talked with the sage. Sun Wukong was ready to refuse, but Macaque stepped in front of the lord, unrelenting in his decision.

“ That would be me.” Curtly answered Macaque.

“Oh dear, what is your name?” Sun Wukong raised an eyebrow at the affectionate tone, by the surprised look of the group, he wasn't the only one taken aback.

“The Six-eared Macaque.” Replied the warrior, unsure.

“Oh my, oh my, the Six-eared Macaque. I heard quite a lot about you. I am the Stone-eyed Peacock, you can call me Cheng.” Chuckled the peacock. “Now, this is a godsent opportunity! I'm willing to give you the lantern piece, but in exchange...” Cheng carefully offered his hand to the macaque, waiting patiently for him. Macaque eyed his hand with a raised eyebrow (Sun Wukong wanted to bite it) and cautiously took it. “I want you to marry me, dear.”

Macaque was so surprised he yanked out his hand and let out a stuttering chirp, the scholar choked with his own breath, Red Son and Pigsy raised an eyebrow, MK fell on the floor and Mei shook with laughter.

Sun Wukong felt every inch of his skin burning with rage, he threw the lantern piece at his mentee to not crush it in his angered fists and roared :

“ABSOLUTELY NOT!” His voice shook every window, and made the guards yelp in fear. The peacock flinched, but still calmly turned towards the sage.

“Well, aren't you a loud one?” Snickered Cheng, Sun Wukong wanted to rip this bastard face, his master’s teachings be damned.

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shootertron-stuff · 2 years ago

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I recreated my Warhammer 40K characters from my series, On the Taming of Hellhounds, using this Picrew. Horns, when used, are largely symbolic.

Descriptions under the cut.

Blanket warnings for noncon, forced pregnancy, imprisonment, and Warhammer 40K being y'know, grimdark.

Clothilde Nazari: Imperial Fist, kidnapped to be a Black Legionnaire's bride. Was abandoned as a baby and raised as a ganger in the tough underhive of Europa before being kidnapped and brainwashed by the Imperial Fists. Loves children and babies.

Clothilde believes that eating women and girls turned them into a girl, but that's a coping mechanism, because plenty of Space Marines do that and don't turn into girls! Their husband kidnapped them largely because they were unable to transition due to Imperial Space Marines having a "no girls" rule. Every time they tell a quirky anecdote about their life in the Imperium their children and any Chaos humans go "what the fuck".

Farhad Osrid Nazari: Clothilde's husband, a stupid dog. A former Luna Wolf from the Achaemenid Empire, he leads the Vortex Coursers warband and lives off the docking fees his orbital fortress/truck stop town Hellhound's Repose generates.

Has as many names as a Custodes, including "Ludwig Pregnancy Fetish". How? He's a trans man and used the power of technology to get a lot of Space Marines pregnant. Sadly, he loves most of his Space Marines wives more than they love him back, like a dedicated guinea pig owner whose guinea pigs won't let him pet them (because he kidnapped them). Has over 500 children and swears he loves all of them. It's not like Horus Lupercal, who had to love over 100,000 children!

He is pacted with Noropyon, a daemon who resembles a white borzoi with goat horns. He turns into a big dog when excited. It's difficult to tell where Farhad ends and where Noropyon begins.

Currently he is no longer warband leader, because his sons forced him to step down. Clothilde partly controls him through a cursed collar around his neck with a bronze goat bell on it, like Tripitaka and Sun Wukong.

Shahram Hargush: Farhad's second wife, a Night Sword several decades Clothilde's junior. Due to a throat injury sustained during his capture, he is mute. Reminds Farhad of a scared rabbit. Because he's bonded with Clothilde, Farhad will never "rehome" this adorable fat Space Marine malewife with tits.

Rigel Uven: A Son of the Lion who vanished after trying to kill himself in captivity, not wanting to be used as a Black Legion breeder. Previously, he had been causing problems by "showing attitude" to Clothilde and Shahram, chastising them for being complacent sex slaves. Farhad claims "he was placed in a new home where he can train in martial arts." Spoiler: the truthtelling was very selective.

Augustine: Clothilde's oldest child, who they love the most. Very big, very fat, akin to the False Knight from Hollow Knight in shape and tragedy. Has many layers, like an onion, concealing his rage towards his father, who sent him to Black Legion boarding school where the other kids did horrible things to him. Put into a dreadnought after falling into a sinkhole and suffering brain damage.

Augustine loves "Armor Piercer" novels.

Odonantus: Clothilde's second child, a brat. His father named him "Orestes" but that got him bullied at boarding school because it happened to be the name of an Iron Warrior (incest) who fucked his mom. Resentful that his mother won't divorce his father and bitter his mother loves Augustine more than him. He wears rainbow suspenders over his power armor, so we all know he's gay.

To Farhad's dismay, Odonantus keeps getting into arguments with his mom :c

Aelfwine: Clothilde's third child. True to 40K nominative determinism, he is a weeaboo for Eldar who had plastic surgery to make his ears pointy. Unsuccessfully tried to make his brothers read the Eldar Silmarillion, but they fell asleep. Is friends with a daemon inside a Venomcrawler nicknamed "Squoogle".

Carcharis: Clothilde's fourth child, adopted after his birth dad rejected him for having anime eyes and sharp teeth. Has blue hair and pronouns and glues seashells to his power armor. "I'm a dog mermaid!" he says. Has trauma over being rejected at birth which led him to resent his father. Because his teeth grow back if he loses them, he is often careless about his diet.

Yao and Erlang (name may change): Clothilde's precious Word Bearer twins who live in Space Texas working for a gospel singer-themed warband. They are paired with two sentient barrel drums named Pell and Mell and are popular youth pastors.

One of their favorite acts is "I went to Hell and I know what it's like!" - they don't have to lie. Word Bearers go to Hell every time they travel through the Warp without a Gellar Field.

Anur: Clothilde's youngest child, conceived spontaneously from microchimeras left by previous pregnancies while Clothilde was travelling through the warp without a Gellar Field. She is a genetic chimera and was born with dog ears and a tail.

Clothilde has to keep her on a child leash because she keeps jumping on people :c

By the time Anur is 13 she has a beard, like a goat. Mom tries to make her feel okay with being a bearded lady!

Faridun: Another one of Clothilde's many children, a masochistic Night Lord. Due to anomalies of the Warp, Faridun became a seasoned veteran, several centuries old, by the time he was reunited with his mother. His body is covered in whip scars. Faridun has trouble keeping his warship neat and tidy and received a scolding from his mom for living in a scary dump with blood on the walls. He promised Clothilde he would practice safe painplay and only torture people who really deserve it.

Dariush: Clothilde's son who was sent to an Iron Warriors warband called the Fiery Furnaces and subsequently become the iron sugar baby of its leader. Due his his mom being resistant to the idea of female Space Marines (despite being a female Space Marine) and thinking it would make it easier for him, he was assigned male at birth despite being born with a vagina.

Iron Warriors prize eromenoi with Imperial Fists geneseed, and dress them in yellow so everybody knows.

Brunhilde: Clothilde's daughter who is part of an Emperor's Children warband. She breeds show dogs with health problems on purpose for the aesthetic, and is obsessed with cleanliness. Perhaps she was also assigned male at birth despite being born with a vagina.

Phalaenopis-94: A Selenar gene-witch enslaved by the Imperium, forced to help create new Space Marines. She was Farhad's teacher and one of his emotional supports during surgery recovery. "Phae" would rather have been breeding dogs, as it was her occupation before the Imperium came.

After the Horus Heresy she vanished, not wanting to associated with Space Marines any more. Perhaps she is still alive on a daemon world somewhere...

Valdemar Telles: Farhad's abusive ex-husband, an Emperor's Children marine with the head of a lion. Some time after the Scouring, Valdemar captured Farhad's warband and played marry, fuck, and kill with them until Farhad was the last one standing by the virtue of his storytelling wit and his um, lack of bottom surgery.

Eventually, Farhad killed and cannibalized Valdemar, obtaining his memories and his personality.

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