Warhamer40k & MonsterGirlQuest: A Double Traitor

POV Grand Master

Flashback

The decision made saved his soul from an eternal curse. A few years later, the de Moruas led a rebellion, summoning mamono and treacherously striking the Order in the back.

It turned out that the noble family had long been corrupted by vampire women and secretly sworn allegiance to the Demoness. By marrying off their daughters to rulers and powerful knights, the de Moruas had long been gathering strength, spreading their corruption throughout the kingdom.

The mamono chose the right moment—most of the Order's forces were concentrated at the borders and couldn't quickly move to the site of the rebellion. Moreover, they couldn't abandon the front against another army of Druella, ready for a decisive assault.

While the Circle was in disarray, desperately trying to find any capable forces, the rebellion in the rear grew like a cancerous tumor. The de Moruas raised hordes of zombies and skeletons. Undead forces captured the castles of the nearby nobles one after another. Driven mad by lust, the mamono eagerly attacked both men and women, turning the former into slaves of pleasure and transforming the latter into beautiful monsters.

There were many traitors—lowly, weak sinners—even in lands untouched by the war. By sabotaging orders and intercepting letters, they paralyzed resistance, turning the rebellion's campaign into a leisurely stroll.

Hordes of undead flooded the roads, aimlessly wandering in search of human seed. Even in distant villages, things were uneasy. Sometimes, peasants would wake up to loud knocks on their windows, as resurrected wives and mothers appeared in the places where they once lived.

The situation quickly became critical. The Inquisition was overwhelmed, and its agents, exhausted by endless executions and tortures, would fall asleep during auto-da-fé.

At this time, Edward was at the Order's residence, waiting to be sent to the border front. When he was summoned to the Circle, the future Grand Master had no idea how it would change his life. But at that moment, Edward eagerly accepted the impossible task—to delay the mamono wandering through the Order's rear, as if they owned the place, until suitable forces could be gathered.

Edward approached the task with dedication and determination, leading a small squad of knights. This time, he had to show his strategic skills. Upon arriving in a town called Saint-Michelon, which he believed to be the next target of the mamono, he invested great energy in organizing its defense.

Realizing that in the captured lands the undead had already raised everyone they could, and now they were replenishing their ranks only with the dead from new territory, Edward took unpopular measures. Working with the Inquisition and his spiritual adviser, the militant monk Simeon, he ordered the exhumation of bodies to burn them, grinding the bones into dust.

"Let the fire consume the bodies of the dead!" the knight declared with pain in his voice to the silent crowd of townsfolk. "Before the bodies of the dead consume the souls of the living!"

Simeon placed his hand on Edward's shoulder, and he felt the soul's torment pass. The Goddess of Good. The Goddess would forgive.

"I take this sin upon myself!" the knight said sternly, making a prayer gesture. The crowd sighed, and a thousand hands repeated the holy gesture. "The Goddess will forgive!"

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Edward organized mandatory shifts for the work, instructing the townspeople to exhume bodies from all the surrounding cemeteries and burial sites. He personally inspected the execution of the order, and any who shed tears over a desecrated grave were swiftly punished.

Untrustworthy townspeople quickly swelled the ranks of the dead. They were driven to the same pyres where the rotting flesh was burned. Edward severely punished potential traitors, and at night, he fervently prayed to the Goddess, imposing penance on himself for the cruelty he had to enforce.

At the same time, the knight set up training camps for militia, calling all men from fifteen to fifty years old. Edward knew that in such a short time, the townsfolk would not become skilled warriors.

But he also knew that a bad warrior was better than no warrior at all. He often visited the training sessions, instilling confidence with his firm, resolute presence, while Simeon preached, strengthening the soldiers' spirits.

In a few weeks, Edward had the town ready for a siege. He threw all suspicious individuals into prison and gathered an army that, though untrained, was numerous. When the mamono finally arrived at Saint-Michelon, they were met by hastily fortified walls and grim warriors, ready to fight for their home to the last.

The undead waited for night, when the powers of their vampire commanders would grow. Furthermore, the mamono hoped that during the night, the vigilance of the people would falter, allowing them to easily break the defenses. But Edward did not leave the low walls, encouraging the townsfolk and loudly reciting prayers to the Supreme.

When the last ray of the sun disappeared behind the horizon, a vampire woman soared above the ranks of zombies and skeletons, pausing at the height of the walls.

"Surrender, darling!" the mamono called, "You are destined to be my husband! Surrender to my passionate love! I will drain all your juices, hee-hee-hee!"

Despite the darkness, Edward recognized her. He was seized with terror. The vampire was none other than Philippa de Morua. How close he had come to the brink of the curse! He had nearly tied his fate to hers!

What was worse, the sight of her face, even more beautiful than before, stirred memories, foolish dreams, and doubts. But looking at the figure of the mamono, clad in a long cloak, black lace stockings, and a strip of panties, Edward cast aside his doubts. The girl had become a monster. Her body could no longer be saved, and her soul... her soul could possibly be.

"I refused then," the knight loudly declared. "I refuse now! Go back to the abyss that spawned you, undead! We, humans, will never be your slaves!"

"Many already have. And they're very happy! Now it's your turn!" the vampire laughed melodically. Her voice was cold, not with winter's ice, but with spring's coolness. As if drops of water were falling from frozen branches, tapping against the window—spring...

Edward shook his head, shaking off the magical intoxication.

"Our duty is to serve the Goddess! Enough words! You will never understand us, foul creature!"

"Then I will make you happy by force!" The vampire flew closer, dismissing the arrows shot at her. "You will become my favorite servant, and every night, you will lick my boots! And I will... your neck..."

Philippa opened her mouth and stuck out her long tongue, showing Edward how he would do it. Then she laughed again and spread her legs wide, caressing herself. The knight did not turn away.

"Then come and take me!" Edward shouted with a mix of longing and bitter pain. He drew his sword and prepared for battle.