The Wayward Son

Seiras sat in his cage with his eyes closed and his mind focused. He was confident that he had seen enough of the wyches training to have a good idea of what each of their weapons and attacks were capable of. Most of them fancied razorflails, hydra gauntlets, or impalers. Some liked swords and daggers, but they those weren't as commonly used from what he could see. While wyches did use ranged weapons, Seiras doubted they would use them much in the arena as they fancied melee weapons above all else.

He knew Aelendriel would likely use her archite glaive again, but he wasn't sure what Nelfaera's weapon of choice was. Seiras was adamant in trying to understand the ranges and capabilities of each Hekatarii weapon as he imagined various scenarios where they would be used against him. He also made sure to memorize how to use them in case he would have to use one himself. While he detested the idea of using a xenos weapon, he was not about to deny himself a weapon if the opportunity presented itself. Fighting bare-handed was not the ideal situation against fast opponents like wyches. He needed something with reach and speed, so he could keep them at a distance. He let out a deep breath as he began to pray silently for the Emperor's protection.

Time was impossible to tell during this captivity, but he had seen a variety of wyches come and go multiple times since last seeing Nelfaera. Some would occasionally come by to watch him or insult him, but they usually got bored from his lack of interest. None were brave enough to really get close, but a couple had thrown things at him to get his attention. One even spit on him, but his lack of a response quickly dissuaded any other attempts at provoking him in his cage.

He was still unsure of when he would finally be sent to the arenas and did his best to remain patient during the long and boring isolation. The sound of light footsteps eventually caused him to open his eyes as he turned towards the source. Standing there in front of him was none other than Kaerith. She was out of sight and somewhat concealed as she stood at the back corner of his cage. Seiras eyed her with suspicious hostility as the bloodbride came right up next to his cage.

She whispered quietly to him, "Psst…hey space marine, come here."

The librarian stared at the alien with curiosity, but he did not budge. She looked around somewhat nervously before glancing back at him, "C'mon please?"

'Did an Eldar just say please to me? I didn't realize they knew that word,' Seiras thought surprised as he decided to humor the wych. The corner of his cage she was standing at was completely out of sight for most of the training grounds.

"What is it, Kaerith?" the Blood Raven asked her blankly in a quiet tone.

She blinked several times in shock when he said her name but immediately recovered as she spoke softly, "Did the others tell you my name?"

"Yes," Seiras answered.

She looked away with a bit of annoyance before speaking, "Listen, space marine…I didn't want to kiss you. Just so we're clear on that. The others made me. Don't believe anything they say about me, okay?"

"You mean Nelfaera and Aelendriel?" Seiras said the names of the two wyches responsible.

Kaerith looked caught off guard again as she tilted her head, "Yeah…how do you know their names?"

"Aelendriel told me," he said as if it was a stupid question.

Kaerith shook her head, "Regardless, I didn't want to do that to you…got it? Those two are compulsive liars and they just wanted to humiliate me."

"I don't care, wych. You're all the same to me…xenos fiends that need to be purged," Seiras replied carelessly.

"Listen to me space marine. I'm not really like the others here. Nelfaera knows it and she's always doing stuff like this to make me look bad," Kaerith said a bit distantly.

"How are you any different than the rest of the disgusting xenos sadists here?" Seiras gave her a doubtful look.

She looked around briefly before whispering a bit shamefully, "I…I don't really like being a wych."

"Yet you're a Hekatrix Bloodbride…I find that extremely hard to believe," Seiras said shaking his head.

Kaerith cocked her head with confusion, "How do you know I'm a bloodbride?"

"Nelfaera told me she led the Hekatrix Bloodbrides…I just assumed you were one since you were in her company on both occasions that I saw you," Seiras spoke with a straight face and a convincing tone.

The wych seemed a bit embarrassed as she responded slowly, "Just out of curiosity, what exactly did they tell you about me? I only want to know so I can completely clear up this misunderstanding."

"There's nothing to clear up. I don't care enough to recall what they said," Seiras lied as he shrugged his shoulders.

Kaerith scowled at him, "Yet you remembered my name…why bother if you didn't care? That contradicts what you just said. Care to elaborate?"

Seiras actually had no idea how to respond to her counter as he blankly stared at her. She seemed to take his reaction the wrong way as she spoke up aggressively, "Are you going to tell me or not?"

"All they said was you were a monkeigh lover. I don't believe it or care enough to give it a second thought. I find it extremely insulting that you would even humor the idea that I could believe such obvious nonsense. You're repulsive to me, and I know I'm repulsive to you. I only remembered your name because you defiled my mouth," Seiras dissuaded her.

Her expression was simultaneously one of relief and disappointment. It was likely a hit to her pride that Seiras found her repulsive, but she seemed relieved that he believed her. Seiras had no idea what kind of brief emotion seeped out of her silver eyes as she nodded, "It's good that you didn't misunderstand then."

"As enlightening as this conversation has been, I fail to see why you came all the way over here to tell me. Why are you trying so hard to be stealthy? Are you afraid they'll make fun of you for talking to me? What are you even doing over here?" Seiras asked dryly.

"The main reason I came here was to give you something before your battle," Kaerith responded with a bit anxious malice in her voice.

Seiras stared at her with careless eyes, "What?"

"Come to the edge of the cage," she gestured cautiously as she took a hold of one of the bars.

Deciding to humor her, Seiras approached the wych slowly. He was especially aware of anything around her or in her hands as he did so. She appeared to be holding something in her hand, but it didn't look like a weapon.

Upon reaching her, Kaerith looked around carefully again before leaning her head against the cage, "Closer…"

"This is close enough…" Seiras said cautiously.

"Come on, hurry up. They're coming to get you soon…I need to give it to you before you go," she said a bit desperately.

"Give me what?" Seiras growled.

She then reached her arm in, "Here, hold my arm if you don't trust me. I'm not trying to trick you."

Seiras watched with surprise as she nervously stuck her arm into the cage. With a strong and large hand, Seiras grabbed ahold of her.

Kaerith looked noticeably fearful as she felt Seiras' grip tighten uncomfortably. He pulled her body against the outer bars of the cage and held her tightly which caused her to tense up. Despite her concern, she spoke urgently, "Lean in, hurry…I can hear them coming."

"Why should I do that?" he asked dangerously.

The bloodbride grimaced in pain as his grip tightened, "Wait…please don't. I'm trying to help you."

"How do you plan on doing that? And better yet…why would you? Do you think this little act is clever? Pretending to be different than the others just to trick me isn't exactly an original idea," he said darkly as he squeezed harder.

The wych's face twisted into a painful expression as she spoke urgently, "Just trust me okay…I trusted you enough to let you grab my arm, didn't I? Do you really think I would try and deceive you right before your battle? What would I have to gain from it? I'm not even fighting you."

Finally deciding to humor her, Seiras leaned in right next to Kaerith's face. With her other hand, she held up a vial of some sort, "Drink it…"

"What is it?" Seiras asked hesitantly.

"It's a triple dosage of a delayed onset adrenal combat stimulant in a purified liquid form. The moment your adrenaline peaks it will activate in your bloodstream and your nervous system. It'll help you in the arena," Kaerith explained.

"Why are you offering something like this to me?" he asked.

"I want you to kill Nelfaera…rip her apart. Kill Aelendriel too. Crush her and bash her face in. I hate both of those arrogant condescending bitches. They need to be taught a lesson. Nobody humiliates me and gets away with it," Kaerith replied emotionally.

The librarian knew it wasn't the best idea to trust a dark eldar, but given Kaerith's willingness to put herself at risk, he decided to take a risk and trust her.

"Fine," he agreed as Kaerith raised the vial to his mouth. She poured it in swiftly before immediately concealing the vial.

"Swallow it quickly," Kaerith commanded.

Doing as instructed, Seiras swallowed the unusual tasting liquid. He immediately felt his hearts beginning to quicken in pace but calmed them immediately to prevent any adrenaline bursts. The stimulant had a horrible taste, but he stomached it nonetheless.

"Where is that space marine at? Show him to me, Aelendriel!" an unfamiliar and surprisingly upbeat voice sounded loudly.

Seiras immediately let go of Kaerith before backing away from her. She wasn't in any position to sneak away as two wyches arrived a moment later. Standing in front of them was none other than Aelendriel and another wych that Seiras did not recognize.

She had silver and blue hair that was fashioned into some type of extremely long and elaborate mohawk mullet with bangs covering half of her face. One half was completely blue and the other was completely silver as it went down the middle of her hairline. It greatly reminded Seiras of the strange and colorful hairstyles he had seen the women in Meridian's hive gangs wear. He remembered an Arbite once referring to it as 'edgy'. The bangs of the wych's hair looked like they were sparkling which was quickly revealed to be spiked gems in her hair. The back of her hair was long and free flowing like a horse's mane and she had a white streaked striped going down the middle separating the silver from the blue.

The wych's red eyes seemed less sinister than that of other wyches, but they carried a playful mischievousness to them. Seiras instantly figured that she must have been Mokaela, the third succubus of the cult.

"This is him, Mokaela. Meet Seiras our captive Deathwatch space marine. He's a psyker too by the way," Aelendriel explained.

Mokaela beamed with delight as she ran up next to the Astartes' cage, "Oooohh…you didn't tell me he was cute. That's a nice looking monkeigh."

"You think he's cute?" Aelendriel scoffed with a bit of disapproval.

Mokaela glanced at the other succubus and chuckled, "Well…for a human anyways. I like his eyes…they look so intense…like a hunter's. Good facial symmetry and decent looking hair too. What was his name again?"

"Seiras. Go ahead and talk to him if you want. He's amusing to speak to," Aelendriel said with a laugh.

It was at this moment, both succubi noticed Kaerith trying to obscurely leave. Aelendriel immediately called her out, "Where do you think you're going, Kaerith? What are you doing over here all alone? Trying to get some quality time in with your boyfriend you monkeigh lover?"

"I was just leaving," Kaerith said with a bit of bold hostility.

"Now now, don't leave on our accord. I was just introducing Mokaela to Seiras. You should stay," Aelendriel smirked.

"What did I miss exactly? He's her boyfriend?" Mokaela interjected with amusement.

"Ahahaha, you missed it Mokaela, but Nelfaera made Kaerith kiss the space marine. She exposed her for being a monkeigh lover," Aelendriel laughed.

Kaerith glared at Aelendriel, "I'm not the one on a first name basis with him. The monkeigh knows your name and you apparently told him mine!"

"Did he tell you that? Does that make you jealous that he knows me better than you?" the succubus said with condescending smugness.

Kaerith looked like she was about to say something reckless, but immediately silenced herself as she swallowed her pride, "That's nonsense and you know it, Aelendriel."

"Sure it is…I totally believe you," the succubus said with a sarcastic smirk.

"Well at least she has good taste. Don't tease her too badly, Aelendriel. A monkeigh fetish is pretty mild these days. I'm pretty sure all of the Aeshuls have monkeigh fetish," Mokaela chuckled with gleeful amusement.

Aelendriel shook her head, "I don't really care…I just think it's funny that she's so mad about it still."

Kaerith's silver eyes radiated disgust as she stared at Aelendriel, "Why did you talk to the Monkeigh earlier?"

"Oh that? I had a very interesting conversation with Seiras if you must know…though it's not really any of your business." Aelendriel said vaguely with a demeaning smile.

Kaerith crossed her arms and scowled hatefully, "Is that right? Why not?!"

"And she says she's not jealous…ahaha!" Aelendriel laughed at the bloodbride.

"Oh lighten up you two! There's no need for all of this. There's an arena battle tonight! We should all be happy we get to watch glorious slaughter…especially with an amazing and unique specimen like him. I can't remember the last time we captured a space marine," Mokaela said as she swayed her tongue between her teeth.

"Nelfaera's going to fight him tonight…and probably lose. Seiras is incredibly dangerous and strong. He even killed other monkeigh when Renfaeda put him in one of the slave chambers. He also slaughtered my bloodbrides," Aelendriel explained.

"So this space marine really beat all of your bloodbrides? That's amazing. I can't wait to see him in action," Mokaela grinned.

"He killed Dracon Daeyal's entire vanguard, took out two ravagers and three raiders by himself, and fought my wyches. He could even use psychic powers in proximity to Faelan and his null. It was surprising. Trust me, he's the best catch we've had in ages," Aelendriel explained.

"You're are all so lucky…that raid I went on was lame and boring. We just captured a bunch of these Kroot and Tau. They're pathetic and uninteresting. The only relevant warrior I captured was some Kroot shaper. I would have loved to fight space marines," Mokaela said with a dramatic moan.

"Why did you pass the match to Nelfaera?" Kaerith spoke up catching Aelendriel's attention.

The succubus shrugged, "Oh, Renfaeda insisted that I give her a chance…I doubt she'll succeed though."

Before Kaerith and Aelendriel could get into a conversation on the matter, Mokaela took a step closer towards Seiras.

She tapped his cage and spoke his name cheerily, "Hey, Seiras."

"You're Mokaela I take it? Aelendriel told me about you." Seiras responded causing all three wyches to perk up with surprise at his responsiveness.

"Did she now? All good things I hope?" Mokaela asked.

"Yes," Seiras answered without any follow-up explanation.

"You speak Eldar names so fluently. That's oddly refreshing. Do you know what my name means in our language?" she asked despite the impossibility of him knowing.

'Kaela means blood and Mo is a prefix used for the word Mor which means death…her name means Bloody Death I assume,' Seiras thought to himself as he stared blankly at her.

"It means 'daughter of bloody death'. It's symbolic. My father was a harlequin, and he fancied such things," the succubus mused.

"I assume 'Aelendriel' means 'annoying' in your language then?" Seiras asked.

The younger succubus shook her head, "Childish insult…you'll have to try harder than that to get under my skin."

Mokaela chuckled at Seiras' question, "Actually, Aelendriel means 'Wind of the Stars' in our language. It's a rather beautiful name for a beautiful wych, wouldn't you say?"

Seiras glanced at Aelendriel briefly before turning back to Mokaela, "I wouldn't know."

"Take it from me, she's almost as cute as I am. I'm slightly better with my personality though. In your opinion, how cute do I look?!" Mokaela said with a perky laugh.

"Cute?" Seiras asked. He knew what the word meant now, but feigned ignorance.

"Awwww! Don't be mean! You don't think I'm cute?! I think you're cute!" Mokaela said in a playfully childish tone.

Seiras had absolutely no idea what the point of Mokaela's bizarre musings were as gave her a blank stare. He tried to make sense of it in his mind, 'She seems a bit…off mentally. I've never seen an Eldar act or talk like her before.'

"So you're Kaerith's boyfriend?" she asked him with amusement after Seiras refused to answer her previous question.

The librarian stared at her emotionlessly and lied, "I don't know what that is."

"Oh that's adorable…are you a virgin?" she asked him with a curious grin.

"I don't know," Seiras lied again.

Mokaela laughed at him and shook her head, "You've never mated before?"

"Why would I? I'm a space marine," he replied stoically.

"Hmm…that would be interesting to witness. Do you want me to bring you a monkeigh girl to mate with? I will if you want. Nobody should die a virgin," Mokaela laughed.

Her mentioning of this topic made Seiras recall his memories with the Slaaneshi cultists and Jessenta. He felt the familiar shame wash over him again as he tried to block out the details, 'Why did she have to remind me of that unholy experience with those cultists?'

Despite the cringe-inducing shame the memories brought, his mind briefly lingered on the memory of Jessenta and the unusual circumstance of their encounter. Every part of him knew it was wrong, but part of him thought about Atia's words about it not being heretical with a pure person.

Seiras was drawn from his thoughts when he heard Mokaela laughing at him, "Oh don't look so sad! You give me the word and I'll get you a pretty little whore right away! I'll even get you one of the debunates if you want. I'm sure one of them will do it to make me happy!"

'These dark eldar are the most bizarre and unusual xenos in the entire galaxy. I thought craftworlders were difficult to understand. She's manic and mentally unstable by the looks of it.' He thought.

"All joking aside, I actually have a serious question for you, Seiras," Mokaela spoke up again after a laughing fit.

He sighed, "What?"

"Have you ever fought wyches before? I mean before encountering our cult," She asked.

Seiras nodded, "I fought the Cult of Strife in the Kaurava System. I've killed many wyches before encountering your cult."

"Oh, so you've got experience with Hekatarii then? That would explain why you fought so well before you got captured. You have my thanks for killing Cult of Strife whores though. They're as pretentious as wyches can get…and that's saying something." Mokaela chuckled with a bit of self-awareness.

Halfway through her laughter, Mokaela's expression went from upbeat and humorous to hate-filled and psychopathic, "I hate those red-haired sluts! I do hope they suffered before they died!"

'She's definitely crazy…well crazier than the others,' Seiras thought somewhat concerned.

"They were eaten by Slaanesh if that counts," Seiras replied.

Kaerith and Aelendriel looked visibly disturbed by the use of the name, but Mokaela was unfazed. The older succubus beamed, "Yes! Oh…that makes me feel so much better knowing that they get to suffer even if they did get quick deaths! You certainly know how to cheer a girl up!"

The return to her upbeat and over the top manic behavior was a bit unnerving as Mokaela looked genuinely happy. Seiras couldn't help but feel disturbed by her behavior. He made sure to mask his reaction however as he maintained an indifferent face.

Before anyone could say another word, a large gathering of wyches led by Renfaeda approached. The succubus queen looked over the others before speaking, "What are you all doing here?"

"I was just showing Mokaela the space marine up close. She kept asking me about him ever since she got back from her raid," Aelendriel explained.

"Well, the battle is starting soon. Wyches, get him to the arena. You two, let's go. I have front row seats next to Faelan if you'd like. We can watch it from the pavilion."

"Oooh! I've actually never watched a match from there!" Mokaela chirped with excitement as the three succubi all departed. As soon as they left, a large host of wyches and a Kabal escort drug Seiras out of his cage and guided him to his destination. As he walked out of the cage, he glanced over at Kaerith who was still there. She winked at him as he passed and was smiling proudly.

'She's strange…I don't sense any deceit or hatred from her. She genuinely wants to help me kill Nelfaera and Aelendriel. I suppose it's still self-serving, but she's not as unnecessarily cruel as the others or as insane as Mokaela,' Seiras thought.

He silently progressed alongside his escort as they led him to a massive looking rampway of some sort. Shortly after arriving there, several dark eldar began to prod him with shock rods motioning for him to walk up the ramp.

Seiras made it halfway up before a large barrier came up behind him blocking his path back. He had nowhere to go but forward now. He could hear the thunderous cheers and booming echoes of an excited crowd as he walked further up the path. At the top, some type of gateway barred his way forward.

Nevertheless, he could see into a colossal looking arena. From his vantage point, he saw a host of wyches slaughtering all manner of things ranging from orks, humans, tau, kroot, and even other Eldar.

Nelfaera was among the group of wyches participating. She was currently riding on a skyboard and had a hellglaive in her hands. One of her arms was also equipped with a hydra gauntlet. She slaughtered a poor group of unfortunate humans as she viciously flew by and cut half of their legs off.

The crowd cheered excitedly as Nelfaera took her time slowly murdering and torturing the suffering humans. A number of other wyches there were torturing and mutilating other unfortunate victims as well, but Nelfaera appeared to be the spotlight wych.

After finally hacking up the downed humans to the point of sheer disbelief, Seiras could only watch with horror as Nelfaera cauterized the downed victims' wounds causing bleeding to stop. One poor man was missing all four limbs but was still alive.

Hooking him to her skyboard's chain hook, Nelfaera flew him around on display before mounting his amputated body onto a nearby spike on the wall of the arena. He was still alive but looked to be suffering horribly. Many dark eldar laughed and cheered as similar acts of horror and depravity filled the arena. Watching the violence and the way the wyches unfairly tortured their victims, Seiras felt his heartbeats beginning to quicken. He was getting angry watching this dishonourable slaughter.

"And there you have it, the preshow entertainment provided by the Cult of Eternal Night! But Ladies and Lords of Commorragh…We have an even more amazing event coming up next! The beautiful and deadly Syren Nelfaera Aeshul, cousin of our mighty Archon Faelan Aeshul, has captured a rare foe in the last raid! Behold, the pinnacle of the monkeigh and their pathetic faith! A mutant monkeigh that they believe is an angel! Hahaha! My Lords…My Ladies! I present to you a Space Marine prisoner versus our beloved Nelfaera!" an over-excited announcer shouted into some type of broadcast speaker.

The audience erupted into excited roars of ecstasy and anticipation as Seiras' gate opened, and he stepped forward. Looking around at the arena, he was truly amazed by the sheer scale of it. There must have been at least a hundred thousand dark eldar watching from the audience. The arena battleground itself was massive beyond description, and it had a host of different terrains, traps, and other horrible things scattered about. Many corpses littered the battlefield of the arena as well.

Seiras looked around for any sign of someone he recognized. He immediately spotted some type of large pavilion like VIP section where the Archon was sitting. Twelve Incubi were there to his sides as well as Renfaeda, Mokaela, and Aelendriel. Maeralya was sitting right next to Faelan by the looks of it. Further away from the main group, Seiras could see Melisara, the haemonculus, as well as her own escort of wracks and a grotesque.

"How do you think your cousin will do, Faelan?" Maeralya asked the archon. Seiras could not hear them from his position, but he could see them talking.

"Hard to say…the space marine is a lot stronger than many of my warriors gave him credit for. It will be interesting to see how he fares without his psychic powers or his armour," Faelan noted.

Maeralya looked closer at Seiras before glancing at Faelan, "You really think that lumbering oversized monkeigh is a match for Nelfaera?"

"You have no idea how fast space marines are, Maeralya…just watch. He's going to kick Nelfaera's ass," Aelendriel exclaimed with a matter of fact tone.

"Rooting for the monkeigh?" Maeralya chuckled at the succubus.

Aelendriel shrugged, "Not exactly…but once Nelfaera's done embarrassing herself, I'll fight him."

"You shouldn't underestimate her, Aelendriel. Nelfaera's a great warrior," Faelan defended his cousin.

Aelendriel narrowed her gaze disapprovingly but didn't say a word.

As Seiras walked further into the arena, he looked up and could see a massive display screen which showed a closeup of him. It was similar to a broadcast stadium vid and it was recording him live. The librarian refocused his gaze around when he heard the sound of Nelfaera's skyboard approaching.

She flew around him once before stopping in front of Seiras and leaping off the flying platform. The audience cheered excitedly as the Syren gave a beautiful pose with her hellglaive.

True to her word, Nelfaera was wearing her 'skimpy wychsuit'. In Seiras' opinion, it was one of the most ridiculous outfits he had ever seen. It might have been more accurate to call it a bikini leotard, though Seiras didn't know what that was and couldn't make the comparison. Her legs were armoured up to the thigh and she was wearing a metal sleeve with a spiked pauldron on her left arm. The right arm was bare flesh, minus the hydra gauntlet on it.

Nelfaera even had makeup on much to Seiras' disbelief. 'She's dressed like she's going to mate. What's the purpose of fighting half naked?'

The irony struck a moment later when Seiras remembered he was pretty much fighting in loincloth underwear.

Blood splatters covered Nelfaera's body, and a glistening glow from the fresh blood could be seen from her translucent pale skin. The Syren spoke proudly as she approached Seiras, "You won't enjoy this…and it won't be over quickly!"

Seiras was surprised when her voice sounded loudly throughout the entire arena, 'They're broadcasting and projecting her voice? I wonder if it will broadcast mine as well?'

"You xenos have no honour…slaughtering defenseless slaves doesn't make you a great warrior," Seiras said with disgust. True to his theory, he heard his voice echo throughout the arena. Many dark eldar booed and laughed at him for speaking, and he could hear the crowd chanting demeaning insults.

"I'm going to make you my bitch, space marine! You'll be begging for death before it's over!" Nelfaera proclaimed proudly.

Seiras glanced over towards a dead body about two hundred meters away. Next to it was a razorflail in the hands of a dead wych. He then looked the other direction and saw an Eldar power sword lying on the ground. It was a lot closer.

Nelfaera seemed to notice his observations and smirked, "Try it…you're not faster than I am. I'll cut you down before you ever get there!"

The librarian then immediately charged Nelfaera's direction instead of either weapon which seemed to catch her off guard slightly. She swiftly evaded his charge which was much faster than she was expecting.

"Too slow, monkeigh!" Nelfaera taunted as she gracefully flipped around off the ground with her hellglaive.

Her expression went from proud to bewildered a moment later when she saw Seiras jump onto her skyboard. It spun around ungracefully for a few moments as Seiras tried to balance himself on it.

Despite being heavy and oversized for the flying platform, Seiras finally managed to quickly balance himself on the skyboard. The audience could only watch with disbelief as Seiras flew it away from Nelfaera. Despite being nowhere near as dexterous as an Eldar, Seiras was still able to pilot the vehicle with relative success.

He flew it towards the dead wych several hundred meters away and immediately jumped off to grab the wych's razorflail. Nelfaera was swiftly running in his direction at a ridiculous speed. She was no doubt embarrassed that he just stole her ride in front of everyone.

Seiras quickly remounted the skyboard and took a moment to rebalance himself as his slightest change in pressure caused it to jerk. With extreme discipline and muscular flexion, he maintained his poise as he managed to fly away from Nelfaera again.

The Syren narrowly missed as she leapt high into the air trying to dismount him from the skyboard. She hissed in complete fury as Seiras gained distance again as he flew in the opposite direction.

At this point the entire audience was laughing as if it was some type of circus show where an animal did a super amazing trick.

Renfaeda watched with disbelief as she turned towards Faelan, "How does he know how to fly a skyboard? Do all Deathwatch space marines know how to do that?!"

"I…don't think so. That's very strange that he knew how it worked. Though some of my men said he was able to pilot a ravager. This is an interesting battle so far," Faelan noted.

"That's impossible! How's a monkeigh flying one of those?!" Maeralya gaped.

From her position, Melisara watched with an amused grin, "Very interesting…he knows how our technology works. Perhaps he's a scholar like me after all."

"What are you talking about over there, Lady Melisara?" Maeralya asked interested.

"Nothing my dear…just thinking aloud," Melisara cackled as she watched with fascination.

"Nelfaera looks like a fool right now, haha!" Aelendriel laughed as she watched the frustrated Syren charging after Seiras.

The teal-haired wych shouted at the top of her lungs, "Get back here you fucker!"

Seiras flew down towards the body with a power sword on it and quickly crouched down on the skyboard and picked it up off the ground without having to dismount. It wasn't the prettiest pickup, but he did it without falling off thankfully. He was getting slightly better at it now as he began to understand how it reacted to his body.

The audience found it entertaining as they continued to laugh. A large chorus of boos soon followed however as Seiras began to fly higher and further away from Nelfaera.

'I can't let her use this thing to fight me. I should destroy it before I fight her…maybe I can use it against her, but I'm not entirely comfortable getting close to her on this thing. It'd be terrible if I miscalculated and she could reacquire it,' Seiras thought as he flew barely out of Nelfaera's range causing her to get flustered with anger and embarrassment.

'How do the weapons work on these things? I know they can shoot splinter rounds…oh here we go,' Seiras thought as he messed around with some type of foot pedal which caused the skyboard to start shooting.

From his current position, it began to fire into the audience. He couldn't help but find enjoyment as many people in its line of fire began to panic and disperse as Seiras flew around the audience blasting dark eldar apart.

Part of him felt a strangely euphoric enjoyment in watching the audience cry out in fear as Seiras began to murder people by the dozens. Several began to shoot weapons at him from the audience, but they weren't very successful as Seiras flew into melee range and cleaved a whole row of viewers in half with the razorflail in his hand.

When more heavy firepower came his way, he narrowly ducked as he piloted the skyboard a safe distance away from the crowd.

The audience was booing heavily now as Nelfaera stopped chasing him and stood in the middle of the arena seething with anger.

'It's now or never…but first, to get rid of this thing,' Seiras thought as he flew towards the Archon's pavilion. The audience stopped booing when they saw this and a few actually let out a gasp of amazement as Seiras accelerated at full speed towards the pavilion.

He then locked the pedal down and kept it firing and flying forward before diving off the skyboard and landing in front of the pavilion. A moment later the flying platform crashed into the pavilion. Seiras was not surprised to see it did no damage as a force field of some kind blocked the explosion.

'Well that's a smart way to prevent assassination attempts,' Seiras thought briefly as he stared up at the Archon's retinue.

He didn't get long to take in their bewildered expressions before an extremely upset Nelfaera began to assail him with furious aggression. With the razorflail and the power sword in either hand, Seiras countered her assault with brutal strength and speed.

The audience began to erupt into excitement as the melee battle finally began. Nelfaera spun her hellglaive in endless arcing sweeps as she gracefully spun around and danced circles around Seiras trying to land a hit.

Seiras found her fighting style surprisingly aggressive and bold as she attempted to parry and disarm him multiple times in their initial exchange. Truthfully, he believed she fought more like a khornate berserker than a wych as she recklessly assailed him. Unfortunately for her, such a tactic wasn't very practical when your opponent was way stronger and heavier than you. All of her attempts to disarm him failed as Seiras easily overpowered her in weapon clashes.

She looked extremely upset as she focused solely on her objective to attack. Despite her anger and incredible melee skill however, she was caught off guard when Seiras kicked up dirt into her face during one of her charges.

Nelfaera hissed as she stopped and narrowly ducked from a powerful sword swing. By the time her vision cleared up, she saw a powerful foot which immediately kicked her a considerable distance away. The wych flew back several meters before landing on her feet in a backflip. She crouched low and charged in again but was unable to reach Seiras as the space marine twirled the razorflail at her in effective sweeps.

The Syren swiftly leapt back as the razorflail whistled through the air and almost cut her leg off. She stopped briefly and stared at Seiras with disbelief, "You know how to use a razorflail?!"

"You make it sound like it's some incredible feat…" Seiras replied with callousness.

In truth, Seiras had seen these weapons in action many times in his life and had also watched many of the training wyches use them during his confinement in the cage. The razorflail was essentially a segmented sword that could coil around like a snake or into a straight blade if necessary. It could double as a whip and a sword which made it an excellent weapon for offense and defense.

He mimicked the motions he had seen the wyches using them with and was able to create an aggressively defensive area around himself as he flailed it in patterned spins. Nelfaera looked somewhat concerned about it as she attempted to parry the blade with her hellglaive.

While this might have normally been effective at stripping it from someone's grip or holding the weapon still, Seiras' superior strength made it nearly impossible for her to do so. It proved very ineffective at hooking the razorflail. When her weapon collided with his, Seiras retracted it into a straight blade and jerked her in as he stabbed towards her with eldar power sword in his other hand.

In a desperate effort, Nelfaera evaded the sword and kicked off of Seiras flinging herself back a safe distance away. She looked noticeably more serious now as she sporadically twitched in random directions in an attempt to juke him.

She shuffled back and forth several times as she advanced swiftly spinning several times and flipping midair as she jumped over him. Serias immediately ducked as a midair decapitation narrowly missed him from behind.

The audience exploded into a loud gasp of excitement at the athletic feat and were noticeably anxious for blood to be spilled. Seiras spun around and let out a bloodthirsty roar as he flailed both weapons in a deadly flurry. His roar echoed throughout the arena and was amplified even louder by the vid broadcast overhead.

It was at this moment, Seiras felt his two hearts beginning to pound extra fast as the blood in his body began to heat up considerably. His arteries constricted, and the bronchi in his lungs dilated as a tingling and almost electric rush flooded his entire body. Time also seemed to slow down slightly as he was able to see Nelfaera's movements much better now.

'That combat stimulant is taking effect!' Seiras thought seriously as he began to move faster and swing much harder than before.

Nelfaera quickly noticed his drastic increase in combat movements as he nearly cut her in half from a blindingly fast sword swing. Nelfaera could only dodge nimbly now as she began to avoid him completely. She looked worried when it became apparent that Seiras was now as fast as her.

From the archon's pavilion, Mokaela spoke with surprise, "He's got Nelfaera on the defensive. That's surprising."

"Is it really though? I told you all he was strong. I'm not some joke for losing to him in a fight…" Aelendriel made sure to reiterate loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Am I crazy or is he moving faster now? Maeralya asked Faelan with uncertainty.

"He definitely is…but it's strange he's doing it now," Renfaeda interjected.

"In general, he's moving faster than I remember. Perhaps his armour hinders his movements more than I originally suspected. He has a certain dexterity about him without that cumbersome monkeigh armour on him," Faelan said with a hand on his chin. Sitting at the Archon's feet with a chained collar around her throat, a red-haired woman silently watched the battle with her empty amber eyes.

Faelan noticed her unusual interest in the battle and nudged her with his boot as he spoke in gothic, "I see you're interested in the battle, Meela."

The red-haired woman glanced up at Faelan from her humble position and nodded without saying a word.

"Is it common for Deathwatch space marines to learn how to use our technology?" he asked her with a curious expression.

She shook her head before making a few hand gestures. None of the other Eldar there seemed to understand it except for Faelan. He nodded at her silent gesturing, "Ah…I see. So it's heresy to use xenos technology openly. Very curious indeed…he's definitely not an average space marine."

Renfaeda looked at the red-haired human woman with distaste, "Why do you insist on keeping that monkeigh girl with you everywhere you go, Faelan? A psyker's not going to attack you in Commorragh."

"No, but I will not have her taken away from me and sent to Khaine's Gate. Nulls fetch a high price, but she's not for sale!" Faelan said aggressively.

"There were daemon attacks a while back from what I heard. Besides you never know how stable Commorragh is after that Ynnari ordeal. Faelan has every reason to expect the possibility of that spreading here. Keeping a null around is smart…not to mention, she's at least pretty to look at. I rather like Meela," Maeralya spoke up.

Renfaeda scoffed, "Nobody asked you, Maeralya…all I'm saying is that monkeigh girl is creepy. I don't like her being around you all the time. She doesn't ever talk, and she just stares at everything and everyone with those horrible empty eyes. I've seen necrons with more emotion than her. She's an abomination."

"That's a null for you, Faeda. She's worth more than every slave in the Kabal…even more than that space marine. She's worth more to me than half the damn Kabal too. Why do you think I'd ever let her out of my sight?" Faelan shook his head.

Aelendriel looked at Faelan with deep observant eyes before glancing at the human woman sitting at his feet. The red-haired woman, Meela, looked remarkably unscathed and mostly comfortable despite her neck collar with a chain. She was wearing an unnecessarily skimpy outfit as well. Despite being Faelan's personal slave, Meela didn't look like she had suffered as horribly as one could expect. From what she could recall, Aelendriel had never once seen Faelan torture or abuse her publicly. The succubus felt a bit of disgust looking at her, 'Now it all makes sense! Faelan must like her…I can't believe he's a filthy monkeigh lover!'

Meanwhile back in the arena, Seiras ruthlessly and aggressively pursued a retreating Nelfaera now as she steadily backed away from him. The look in her eyes went from anger and pride to concern and disbelief as he showed no sign of weariness.

Nelfaera could hear many people in the audience laughing or booing at her inability to defeat Seiras. She grimaced in anger as she let out a loud whistle. A moment later, Seiras heard a loud screeching sound as some massive creature came charging across the battlefield towards him. He had no idea how it got in the arena and didn't really have time to give it much thought as it growled loudly.

He took one brief glance at it and realized it was some type of unknown warp beast monstrosity. The creature was quadrupedal and had a massive fanged mouth. It had some likeness to a canine, but that description didn't really do it justice.

The monster immediately came to flank Seiras as it attempted to kill him. This gave Nelfaera time to gain some distance as she ran for another skyboard parked a considerable distance away. Seiras didn't have time to pursue her as the massive beast attempted to knock him down.

With enhanced speed and power, he evaded its charge and ran beneath it as he sliced a huge gash through its underbelly. The creature howled in agony as he ran out from beneath its tail. Seiras was not surprised to see the wound immediately beginning to heal as the creature spun around and charged him again.

He growled in anger as he coiled the razorflail and slashed around the creature's neck. In an impossibly lucky move, he managed to leap onto the creature's back while doing this. Thinking fast, he wrapped as much of the blade around its neck as he could. The beast cried out in absolute agony as Seiras tightened his grip.

Pulling as hard as he could, he eventually beheaded the warp abomination causing it to slump over headless and dead. Seiras then looked at the razorflail for a brief moment, 'This weapon is remarkably useful for a xenos sword. I should take one on my escape out of Commorragh…assuming that's still a possibility.'

Seiras turned towards Nelfaera's direction and was annoyed to see she was now on another skyboard fast approaching him. 'No wonder they compared her to a Hellion…she really likes those things.'

With her flying platform, Nelfaera began to open fire with its splinter rounds. Seiras dove behind the dead warp beast to take cover as Nelfaera flew circles around him.

'I can disarm her if she tries to parry the razorflail,' Seiras thought tactically as he dove out from cover and swung the weapon in random arcs.

Nelfaera evaded the first few swings, but she eventually was forced to parry Seiras' attack as he ran in closer and swung the razorflail at her legs. Her hellglaive hooked around the weapon and held it away which prevented Seiras from swinging it anymore.

He immediately took this opportunity to start pulling Nelfaera down as if it were a fishing lure. When she realized what he was doing, she tilted her skyboard down and started to open fire. A few splinter rounds grazed Seiras, but his black carapace had thankfully stopped them from causing deep wounds.

In their brief struggle, Nelfaera attempted to fly higher forcing Seiras to let go. She had no way of reacting in time as Seiras then tossed the Eldar power sword upward while holding her still with the razorflail. Had she been willing to let go of her hellglaive, she could have avoided it, but Nelfaera never saw it coming. The sword flew with remarkable speed as it embedded itself in one of the Syren's legs even through the armour on her thigh. She immediately lost her balance from the wound which allowed Seiras to rip the skyboard out of the air. He then spun around as hard and as strong as he could before retracting the razorflail and releasing it.

This caused Nelfaera to fall off the skyboard and the flying platform to go spinning out of control as it crashed into the audience and exploded.

Nelfaera quickly attempted to get up and shook off her pain as her combat stimulants kicked in again. She grimaced in euphoric pain as she pulled the power sword out of her leg causing her alien blood to gush out from it.

The wound was deep and bleeding heavily. She didn't have the chance to take care of it as Seiras came barreling after her immediately with the razorflail.

The two then engaged in another melee battle, but it only lasted for half a minute until Nelfaera stumbled. Taking advantage of her blood loss and weakened state, Seiras coiled the razorflail around her left arm after she missed him with a slower and feeble swing from her hellglaive.

Nelfaera had a face of absolute fear as Seiras retracted the blade with brutal force causing her arm to go flying off and onto the sands of the arena. Shiny red blood the colour of a ruby splattered over the sands as the Syren let out a cry of pain. Seiras always found it strange how shiny Eldar blood was, but that was likely due to the increased oxygen in it.

The audience let out an echoing and thunderous gasp when it became apparent that Seiras had won. Nelfaera grimaced in pain as she stared at her hellglaive which was now lying next to her amputated arm.

Seiras slowly walked after her with hatred in his eyes. He spoke loudly and angrily, "You enjoy dismembering people do you not? How does it feel to have it done to you, Eldar bitch?!"

Nelfaera still had a hydra gauntlet on her right arm and held it up defensively as he approached. Seiras was actually kind of surprised by her resolve. Most would immediately give up and try to flee after losing their dominant arm. She held her weapon up and stared him down briefly with fierce eyes.

"Oh look, he beat Nelfaera…it's almost as if she actually didn't capture him with combat prowess," Aelendriel said smugly as she reveled in her rival's humiliation.

Renfaeda watched with disbelief, "He wields that razorflail better than half the Lacerai in our cult. His superior strength makes it nearly impossible to disarm him with it either. Hellglaives are made for using superior strength and momentum. Nelfaera was massively disadvantaged fighting him with one. He has more reach, strength, and weight than her…plus he's fast. What was she thinking? She would have been better off using knives or just that hydra gauntlet. She severely underestimated the monkeigh. She might still have a chance with the hydra gauntlet, but that injury to her leg is going to slow her down a lot."

"Nelfaera's done for…" Aelendriel said heartlessly without even trying to mask her enjoyment.

Faelan glanced at Aelendriel disapprovingly, "Jump in and save her then. She's learned her lesson, and you certainly owe her, don't you?"

"What?! But the battle isn't over, Archon Faelan! The crowd won't approve and-" Aelendriel didn't get to finish her statement as Faelan interrupted her.

"Perhaps Mokaela would be a better opponent for him then since you're too afraid," Faelan said condescendingly.

Mokaela perked up eagerly, "I would love to fight him. He's the most entertaining arena combatant I've seen since that ork warboss we captured."

Aelendriel's eyes widened into fury, "I'm not afraid, Archon! I'll kill him!"

A moment later, Aelendriel picked up her archite glaive and dove off the pavilion into the arena. Renfaeda looked at her brother and chuckled, "You have such a soft spot for Nelfaera…don't want her to die do you?"

"Less work for Melisara…" Faelan deflected his sister's musings.

Nelfaera began to sway a bit as the blood loss was catching up to her. She quickly took advantage of Seiras' slow advance as she pulled something off her waist and poured it over her wounds causing the bleeding to stop immediately.

It caused her terrible pain as she actually let out a cry of agony. The audience found it hilarious as they laughed. Seiras felt time slow down even more as his heartbeats began to quicken to an extraordinary pace. Had he been a normal human, this likely would have put him into cardiac arrest.

He could barely hear and almost feel the whistling jab of a weapon as he swiftly side-stepped and avoided being impaled by Aelendriel from behind.

Nelfaera looked furious when she saw Aelendriel in the arena, "What are you doing in here?! He's mine Aelendriel!"

"You're done, Nelfaera! Why don't you step back and let a real wych fight this space marine? You're embarrassing yourself out here!" Aelendriel said haughtily.

"I'm still alive! So fuck off! You're not going to take my glory!" Nelfaera hissed.

Aelendriel shook her head, "Ironic considering that you tried to take mine…consider this a favor. I do owe you for saving my life after all don't I?"

"I was wondering when you would show up," Seiras said distastefully as he glanced between the two wyches.

The audience began to erupt into excited cheers as the broadcast vid display showed a closeup of Aelendriel. The announcer quickly spoke with joy, "Well, what a surprising turn of events! It would seem the gorgeous Succubus Aelendriel Raya has joined the battle!"

"Nelfaera is actually better looking than you," Seiras said to the arrogant succubus as she posed for the audience.

This caused a massive low, "OOOHHH!" from the audience as Aelendriel's proud face immediately soured into hatred.

She spoke in gothic to him, "What did you just say?!"

"I thought about your question during my captivity, and it's obvious to me now. She's not as ugly as you are," Seiras taunted the succubus.

Many watchers in the audience that could understand gothic began to laugh and cheer at the insult which immediately infuriated Aelendriel. Nelfaera's furious expression was one of confusion as she stared intensely at Seiras with her remaining arm flexed. Seiras was actually surprised she had nothing to say for once.

Renfaeda narrowed her gaze curiously, "What did he just say? Did he insult her beauty?"

"Cunning strategy…though I find it strange he would know how insulting that is to a wych. I wonder why he's trying to provoke Aelendriel though?" Mokaela wondered.

"She's a reckless and arrogant fighter, and he likely knows it. If he gets one hit on her, then she'll look like Nelfaera or worse," Renfaeda noted.

"The space marine is right though…Nelfaera is prettier than Aelendriel," Maeralya spoke up.

Mokaela shook her head, "I disagree. Aelendriel has a better figure and is much more feminine."

"Yeah, but Nelfaera has a better face, and her hair is so beautiful. Plus, have you even looked at her legs? They're perfect!" Maeralya countered.

Renfaeda sighed, "Save this argument for another time. I don't care to hear it."

Seiras moved with deadly speed and precision as he fought off Aelendriel's charge. With the added combat stimulant, Seiras was able to match her speed as well much to the audience's astonishment.

Aelendriel was far less reckless and relentless than Nelfaera. She fought with focused precision, skillful movements, and intense pressure. She looked like she had learned from Nelfaera's mistakes and was trying to stab and slash Seiras between ghostly movements.

Having remembered her fighting style with the archite glaive, Seiras was prepared for all of her fancy and skillful execution attempts. Unfortunately, Instead of trying to parry his razorflail, she simply dodged or took cover whenever possible. She was being much more cautious this time around.

As for Nelfaera, she also rejoined the fray shortly after Seiras' initial clash with Aelendriel. Despite only having one arm and a hydra gauntlet, Nelfaera managed to cheap shot him with stabs and slashes as Seiras focused primarily on killing Aelendriel.

Even though she was wounded, Nelfaera was too elusive to actually finish off without focused effort. Seiras' few attempts to kill her had cost him as Aelendriel would always capitalize on it with a cheap shot of her own. This kept him from being able to kill either one of them, and after a few minutes of intense melee combat, he was beginning to realize that he would lose if he couldn't come up with a new plan quickly.

"Not so tough without your psychic powers now, are you?!" Aelendriel hissed with glee as she narrowly missed puncturing his throat with a series of lightning fast jabs.

Seiras swiftly countered with a wide arc of the razorflail, which caused Aelendriel to leap back. Unfortunately, this left him wide open as Nelfaera ran in from behind. Instead of blocking or dodging her attack, Seiras actually let Nelfaera stab him. The Syren had a face of euphoric excitement when she saw she had actually delivered a larger wound, but her pride was short lived when she realized the bladed gauntlet didn't puncture through all the way as it got stuck in his black carapace. She wrestled her arm urgently for a moment and quickly realized it was stuck. This was all the opportunity Seiras needed to spin around and cut her in half with the eldar power sword. This finally caused her hydra gauntlet to come out of his skin as well. It left a nasty wound, but he ignored it nonetheless.

The audience let out a thunderous gasp at the bloody attack as both of Nelfaera's legs were separated from her body. The Syren's golden eyes were filled with fear and disbelief as she was now missing three limbs. Seiras gripped his two weapons tightly in his hands as he looked down at her.

He spoke darkly with unfiltered hatred, "Not so proud now are you, alien?! I hope this forever reminds you of your place in comparison to mine!"

Those words seemed to alarm Nelfaera greatly. She looked over at Aelendriel expecting her help, but the succubus didn't move as she maintained a safe distance from Seiras.

"Look at that, the space marine cut Nelfaera in half! Can Aelendriel take him down now? This is one dangerous monkeigh!" the announcer spoke excitedly.

"Your Emperor can't save you from Commorragh space mar-" Nelfaera never got a chance to finish her sentence as Seiras began to brutally and sadistically hack her body apart for almost a full minute. The audience was going crazy during this entire grotesque mutilation of her corpse. Some were actually cheering for it which was very bizarre. Many were booing, and others were chanting for Aelendriel to kill him.

Melisara watched the scene with beaming eyes of approval, "Beautiful. A bit quick for my liking, but no less brutal and savage. He's a killing machine…a true work of art."

"How long is he going to hack her corpse apart?!" Maeralya asked seriously.

Faelan looked somewhat serious as he turned towards Mokaela, "If he kills Aelendriel, you're up."

"I don't want to wish death upon her, but I'd love to fight him!" Mokaela smiled evilly, "he's amazing."

"You doubt Aelendriel?" Maeralya asked Faelan.

The archon nodded, "Yes, I do. He knows her movements by the look of it. Many of his movements are pre-anticipated before Aelendriel actually moves. He remembers her fighting style perfectly from what I can see, and he memorized her combat movements. I have no doubts she's realized it…that's probably why she's not attacking him at the moment."

Seiras was only drawn from this brutal and unsightly fury when Aelendriel attempted to blindside him with a glaive sweep. He easily parried it and coiled the razorflail around the glaive. Seeing where this was going, Aelendriel dropped the weapon and dove to safety as she barely avoided Seiras' offhand weapon almost cutting her head off.

The Succubus now deprived of her archite glaive pulled out two daggers that were holstered to her armoured legs.

"Don't get so full of yourself, Seiras! Nelfaera's an amateur compared to me! I'm going to butcher you!" Aelendriel shouted proudly causing the audience to explode into more cheers.

'Daggers…those will be difficult to counter at close range,' Seiras thought strategically as he jabbed the eldar power sword into the dirt. He then picked up the archite glaive with one hand and gave Aelendriel a blank glare, "I hope you don't need this anymore."

She could only watch as Seiras tossed the archite glaive a tremendous distance. To the audience's amazement, it embedded itself in the quadruple amputee human that Nelfaera had strung up earlier. The man quickly died from the attack, but Seiras was glad to end the man's suffering.

Seiras could feel the hydra gauntlet wound on his side burning uncomfortably. He had no doubt it was poison affecting him, but hopefully his extra kidney could filter it out. His two hearts began to pump extraordinarily fast as he began to twitch almost uncontrollably. He swiftly picked up the Eldar sword again a moment later.

With lightning fast speed, Seiras ran in the opposite direction of Aelendriel, much to the Succubus' surprise. She swiftly chased after him with her daggers in hand. She slowly managed to catch up to him as the two charged across the battlefield. Aelendriel tried to attack him several times during this chase but wasn't very successful.

"Why are you running away now, monkeigh?!" Aelendriel demanded.

Her question was immediately answered when she saw Seiras pick up a plasma grenade off the ground. As she reached him, he spun around and nearly bisected Aelendriel with the razorflail, but she easily dodged it. She was surprised to see Seiras throw down the plasma grenade a moment later.

She stood a safe distance away and waited for the dust cloud it had created to pass. To her surprise, Seiras didn't try to take advantage of the cover to attack. She shook her head at him and laughed, "What the hell was the point of tha-"

Her question was instantly answered as an explosion went off beneath her causing Aelendriel to go flying off her feet. She couldn't believe it as she quickly attempted to regain her bearings. "When did you throw a second one?!" the succubus demanded angrily

Burns now covered part of her body, but she looked no less spry as she avoided his follow-up attacks. She successfully administered several deep cuts during their following melee exchange, but was horrified after Seiras unexpectedly dropped both of his weapons and grabbed her wrists out of nowhere.

He squeezed her forearms as hard as possible causing the wych to cry out in absolute agony. Both daggers dropped out of her hands as Seiras swiftly headbutted her a second later and then stomped on one of her feet. Blood gushed from her face and several teeth fell out of her mouth from the tremendous force of the attack. Her foot was no doubt broken now as well. Seiras' forehead was lightly bleeding from the headbutt but he paid it no mind as he followed up by kneeing Aelendriel repeatedly in the stomach.

"It looks like the beautiful Aelendriel is in trouble now!" the announcer shouted excitedly.

Many of her bones were now broken as she slumped over in painful defeat. Before she could hit the ground, Seiras held her off the ground with one arm. He then delivered a powerful punch to her gut causing blood to spew out of her mouth and all over his face. This had undoubtedly caused internal bleeding.

The audience watched with raw anticipation as they desperately wanted to know how Seiras was going to finish her off. To the surprise of many, Seiras didn't kill her right away. Similar to how he killed the human overseer in the slave chamber, Seiras began to stomp on Aelendriel's limbs causing her to cry pathetically.

"The monkeigh is just playing with her now! It looks like the end for the beautiful succubus!" the announcer stated the obvious with a cheerful voice.

The audience had immediately betrayed their favor for the succubus and were laughing at her now as Seiras tortured her with blunt trauma. After shattering the bones in her limbs, he picked her up off the ground and held her up facing the pavilion where the Archon's retinue was sitting.

Seiras followed up by biting Aelendriel's ear off and throwing her back to the ground. Many of the audience viewers let out a cringey sound as Seiras chewed the ear and swallowed it. The audience then let out an echoing gasp as Seiras spotted another grenade and picked it up off the ground.

He walked over towards Aelendriel and picked her up again. He held her mouth open as he put the explosive inside. With a swift uppercut, he broke her jaw shut and sent her flying back as the grenade blew her head off.

The sheer style behind the kill had actually caused some of the audience to cheer. Seiras doubted they were actually cheering for him, but rather the brutality in which he killed Aelendriel.

"What a stylish kill! This is unprecedented! The Space Marine defeated Aelendriel too?! Who's brave enough to fight this beast now?!" the announcer shouted.

His question was answered as Mokaela dove off the Archon's pavilion. The announcer was full on ecstatic as the hype of the situation had escalated dramatically, "What's this?! Mokaela is gracing the battlefield?! My lords and ladies, the glorious spectacles of the Cult of Eternal Night never end! Give it up for Mokaela Shanurae!"

The crowd went nuts as they began to chant her name loudly, "Mokaela! Mokaela! Mokaela!"

Seiras stared the succubus down and sighed, 'Nelfaera was right…even if I win, they'll just keep sending them in. I don't even know if I can kill her or Renfaeda. I have no idea what either one of them can do. This wych mentioned her father was a harlequin. I might as well expect her to fight like one of those vile clown jesters.'

Mokaela clapped her hands for Seiras as she eagerly ran up to him peppily, "Bravo! Bravo! You're the best arena combatant we've had in ages! I'm truly impressed and excited that I get to fight such a great opponent!"

"You won't be feeling that way when this is over. I'll show you what I did to those Cult of Strife wyches firsthand," Seiras threatened her.

The succubus' happy smile went to a psychopathic bloodthirsty one a split second later, "Let's fight then!"

To Seiras' complete dread, Mokaela was wielding two dark eldar power swords. They were unique and beautifully crafted. She noticed Seiras' examination of her swords and spoke proudly, "You like these? Daddy gave them to me."

'Harlequin swords…damn. She's going to be really hard to kill,' Seiras thought seriously.

He was surprised that Mokaela didn't move as he reached down to pick up the Eldar power sword and razorflail again. She patiently waited for him to do so much to his surprise.

A split second later, she was already flurrying around him with ridiculous speed. She was much faster than Aelendriel and Nelfaera and was literally impossible to outmaneuver.

Even when Seiras could push her or parry her sword swings, she just simply flowed around him like wind. Seiras tried kicking dirt at her multiple times, but she effortlessly avoided it.

They fought for a good few minutes with no remarkable progress on either end, but Seiras eventually lost sight of her which was all Mokaela needed as she ran in from behind and impaled him with one of her swords. It pierced all the way through his body causing some major damage.

She followed up by wrapping around him and sitting atop his shoulders. Seiras grimaced in pain as Mokaela tenderly scratched the top of his head, "Never lose sight of an opponent!"

Seiras couldn't do anything as she followed up with a graceful slash down his frontside during her dismount. He fell over on his face a moment later as blood gushed from his wounds and both weapons dropped from his hands. Mokaela shook her head sadly, "What a shame…I thought you would put up a better fight."

He tried reaching for the sword, but Mokaela kicked it away before crucifying his arm into the ground. The librarian had thankfully collapsed over one of Aelendriel's daggers however and was able to reach up and barely counter Mokaela's killing blow with it. He swiftly threw it at her at close range causing her to jump away and dodge.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Seiras swiftly pulled the sword out of his arm and threw it away depriving Mokaela of one of her weapons. She twirled her remaining sword around wildly as she spun around coming in for another charge.

Seiras didn't pick up any weapon at all as she charged much to her surprise. Instead, he managed to grab her hair after a lucky duck from her sword. Mokaela let out a shriek as Seiras held her still for a moment before delivering a hard side kick to the back of her leg. Her leg was now caught on his thanks to the spikes on her leg armour.

While this was incredibly painful for Seiras, it prevented Mokaela from moving anymore. With his superior size and strength, he immediately tried to pin her to the ground. She writhed wildly as he ripped the sword out of her hand and boomerang tossed it away.

Mokaela desperately elbowed Seiras with a blade on her forearm armour and swiftly tried to get out of his grip. Seiras immediately let her go mid struggle causing her to stumble forward and briefly lose her balance.

She quickly dove for the other dagger on the ground and managed to turn around fast enough to stab it at Seiras.

He redirected her attack mid stab which caused it to miss his chest and go into his shoulder. With a graceful backflip, she retrieved the dagger out of his shoulder before throwing it at him as he came running after her again. The dagger hit him in chest causing Seiras to immediately stagger mid run and fall over. He could hear Mokaela let out a sigh of relief as he remained still and pretended to be dying.

'There's only one way I can take her out now…deception. She barely missed my hearts. I wouldn't doubt if she thought she hit one. I have one more chance at this. Emperor give me fortune,' Seiras prayed silently to himself as he remained lying on the ground.

Mokaela wasted no time picking up the nearby razorflail as she walked over towards him to finish him off.

"Good fight, Seiras…but I win," Mokaela laughed as she posed proudly for the excited audience.

The very brief moment her eyes took in their reaction, Seiras seized his chance and leapt up with unbelievable speed. Mokaela could do nothing as Seiras tackled her to the ground and pinned all four of her limbs beneath his own.

"Didn't you tell me never to take your eyes off an opponent…ironic. Here's how I killed the last succubus I fought in Kaurava! I held her down and I crushed her skull like this!" Seiras stated coldly as he held Mokaela down. He then moved both hands over her head and began to squeeze it as hard as possible. Mokaela let out a shriek of agony before Seiras crushed her skull completely.

After she was dead, he got back up and took a deep breath, 'I don't know how much more of this I can take. This dagger wound went through my black carapace.'

"Unbelievable! Unthinkable! This is abhorrent! Abyssmal! A monkeigh bested Mokaela too!? This is an unprecedented day indeed!" the announcer shouted.

The audience began to boo extremely loudly and unhappily at Seiras' victory. He looked around at the displeased Drukhari before shouting loudly, "Are you not entertained?! Are you not entertained?! Is that not why you were here?!"

The booing went to dead silence a moment later as the audience wasn't sure what was supposed to happen now.

"Wow! I can't believe he beat Mokaela too! Just how skilled is that monkeigh?!" Maeralya gawked.

"Mokaela's only ever lost once…and that was to me. I'm shocked," Renfaeda said shaking her head.

Faelan seemed interested as he stared at Seiras intensely, "Even without psychic powers, armour, or his own weapons he was able to best two succubi and a syren? What do you make of that, Melisara?"

"I must say, the monkeigh has certainly earned my approval. What an entertaining battle," Melisara responded.

"I should go kill him before the crowd starts a riot," Renfaeda said with a calm tone as she picked up a single dagger and jumped into the arena.

"After she kills him, go retrieve that space marine's body and resurrect him, Melisara. I have uses for him," Faelan commanded.

"As you say, Faelan. I will gladly do so. Do you want me to resurrect Nelfaera, Aelendriel, and Mokaela as well?" she asked.

Faelan nodded, "Yes, but make sure you save the space marine first. He's a psyker and if he's dead for too long, he'll be swallowed by the warp."

"I'm well aware of that," Melisara said casually.

Maeralya looked at Faelan curiously, "What are your plans for the space marine, my love?"

"You'll see, my dear…" he said with a wicked smile.

Down in the arena, Seiras heard the audience crying out in ecstasy when they saw Renfaeda had finally come down.

"No way! The succubus queen herself is here! Ladies and gentlemen, we are in for a treat of a lifetime! Behold Renfaeda Aeshul" the announcer shouted.

'I don't think I can beat her. I'm too wounded, and she's too fast,' Seiras thought calmly as he stared her down.

Without any words or bravado, Renfaeda bolted across the battlefield faster than anything Seiras had ever seen. With one swift leap, she avoided his futile swing and pierced his heart with her single dagger causing him to go falling to the ground on his back.

Deafening cheers filled the stadium of the arena as Renfaeda straddled the dying space marine and twisted her dagger into his main heart.

"I would have preferred to fight you fresh, but you can't be allowed to win here…it would ruin my cult's reputation. Still…commendable effort, nonetheless. I find you admirable for a monkeigh," Renfaeda whispered quietly so the broadcast couldn't pick it up and only he could hear it.

'Is this the end?' Seiras thought to himself as his vision began to fade. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was Renfaeda's sinister blue eyes.

"Amazing! Spectacular! Perfect and unrivaled! The Succubus Queen took him down in one attack! I guess it stands to reason why the Lady Renfaeda is so esteemed! Give it up for the Cult of Eternal Night for putting on such an amazing show tonight!" The announcer ranted joyously as Renfaeda began to walk away.