Editing Shedding the Darkness (section)

==Epilogue==
A cacophony of clashing steel echoed throughout the corridor as Kraegus drove the mad priest back. It had taken several years to track down the possessed man, and to destroy his cult. Now, as the Inquisitor exchanged chainsword blows with him, it became clear that everything that Alysia had said so long ago was true. No simple priest could survive this long against his swordplay, let alone deliver blows that caused his arm to resonate. 

Suddenly, Kraegus found his blade wrenched from his hands as it was sent sailing into a nearby wall. A moment later he was flung to the ground, with the priest standing over him ready to deliver the final blow.

“Pathetic. *This* is the best the Inquisition has to offer? No wonder you mortals are so easy to manipulate and kill. Your skull shall adorn my Lord’s throne, and I shall drink your blood in his honor! Wait, why are you laughing?”

“Because, you stupid daemonhost, you forgot one thing: My girlfriend.”

On cue, Alysia dropped from the ceiling and cleaved the priest in two with her own blade. As his blood spurted over them both, the daemon contained inside his body howled with the death of its host. For a moment, the outline of a bloodletter appeared over the priest’s corpse. It turned to face Alysia, snarling.

“YOU!”

“Yes, me.”

Waving her hand, the daemonette banished her mortal enemy back into the warp. Silence fell over her and Kraegus, the latter of which would be the first to speak.

“Next time, you get to be the bait.”

“Hah, funny. Somehow I think my tail is a little hard to conceal, don’t you?” She offered out a hand, pulling him to his feet with a smile. “I’m glad you’re alright.”

“As am I that you are.”

They shared a quick embrace, made slightly awkward by the fact both were completely coated in the gore of slaughtering the cultists. Retracing their route, the pair soon arrived back at their rust bucket of a shuttle. It had been modified throughout the years, mostly to accommodate Alysia’s form and unique climate requirements. 

“So, what now?” asked Kraegus as the airlock cycled behind them. “If I recall, getting rid of that daemon *was* the only reason you saved me.”

Tapping his nose lightly, Alysia playfully shot back, “Oh, maybe at first. But you know, I think I much rather prefer it here in the Materium. After all, being substantial has its…perks…” She winked, sliding her hand down his chest to briefly brush against his crotch. 

“And I suppose that having a daemon for a girlfriend has them as well…” Kraegus added, returning the grope with one of his own. “Dare I ask you do that thing with your tail again?”

“Of course, my Darling.” They hugged, then scurried off to the shower. Once clean, they retired to their oversized bed that now took up the majority of the cargohold. Cuddling against one another, Alysia slowly brought the tip of her tail up to wrap around the human’s thickening shaft. With a soft groan, Kraegus pulled her close so as to press her luscious breasts against him.

“I love you, Alysia,” he murmured, tilting his head in preparation for a kiss.

“And I you, Kraegus,” she responded, meeting his tongue with her own. 

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Elsewhere…

“Fucking…How do I keep failing? [[The Final Saga of Macha the Ever-Virgin: Extra Large Heresy|First the stupid redhead]], now one of my own...”

“Perhaps it’s because you actually secretly enjoy playing matchmaker?”

“HAH! THE GIRLY-MAN CAN'T EVEN MATCH A PAIR OF CARDS!”

“Really? Are you two doing this again? Just go fuck already.”

“WE ARE NOT…”

“You’re not fooling anyone, Khorne. We figured it out a LONG time ago.”

“I WILL BEAT THE LARD OUT OF YOU UNTIL IT ADORNS MY THRONE!”

“Hey, calm down there. So you’re getting laid, at least that makes you better than Zeech over here.”

“…I hate you all.”