Editing Innocence Lost

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A story about [[Lofn]] and [[Emperor|the reborn Star Child]] falling in love. Why, you ask? Why not? In progress, but will more than likely contain more feels than faps.

==Prologue==

'''''Dee dee doo du dee dee doo du dee dee doo du da!'''''

“FOR FUCKS SAKE [[Nurgle|NURGLE]].”

“Sorry, I have to take this. You know how [[Isha]] is.”

“Oh boy, here we go.”

“HELLO? NO I’M PLAYING CARDS.”

“…why does he do this shit?”

“You’re asking the wrong warp entities, human.”

“NO IT’S RUBBISH. [[Slaanesh|SLAANESH]] CAN’T WIN A HAND FOR SHIT.”

“HAH!”

“YEAH. YEAH. NO [[Khorne|KHORNE]] IS JUST AS BAD.”

“Fufufu…”

“RIGHT. CHAO! …Well, I have to bail. Sorry all.”

“Typical, right when I call your bluff. Remind me why I let you have Isha again?”

“Because I kicked your girly ass?”

“WHAT A PATHETIC EXCUSE OF A CHAOS GOD!”

“…Okay, that’s it. You and I are going to have a little ''talk,'' Khorne.”

With a snap of her fingers, [[Smut for the Smut Throne|Slaanesh and Khorne vanished,]] leaving the others alone at the card table set in the middle of the Formless Wastes. 

“They finally got a room… Anyways… I’ll see you later [[Tzeentch|Zeech]], Lil’E.”

Nurgle faded away, and the two remaining simply stared at one another. 

“…Must be nice, having someone to care about…” muttered Tzeentch, waving his feathery hand to dismiss the table and chairs, save the ones they occupied.

“Sucks to be you, I guess” shot back the Star Child, idly picking at his fingernails.

“Since when did you get a mate? I thought your little arrangement with that [[Macha|redhead eldar]] didn’t work out. Just as planned, I might add.”

“Save it. If you really must know, I’m seeing another eldar. Well, half of one anyways.”

“You’re joking”

“Do I LOOK like I’m joking?”

“No, you look like a pubescent, golden monkey.”

“And you wonder why no one likes you.”

“…Fair point. Fine, tell me about it. I’ve got nothing else to do, since [[Eldrad]] decided to be a dick this week.”

The Star Child sighed, waving his hand to transform his chair into a replica of the Golden Throne. “Might as well get comfortable, this could take a while.”


==Chapter One==
“Do you think she got to see him?”

“Are you kidding? She probably spent the day sucking him off with her aunt!”

“Don’t forget to mention her mother.”

“I never understood why those two were allowed to keep their titles.”

“We all know it’s because of Eldrad. Maybe he has just as much of a mon’keigh fetish as his children.”

“Speaking of children, here comes the half-breed now. Try not to look at it or it will sick its [[Unyuufex|freakish pet]] on you.”

Lofn clutched the bag of produce close as she walked by the group of gossiping Eldar. “Just ignore them,” she thought, trying to ignore their stares of pity and contempt. As soon as they thought she was out of earshot, the group fired right back up. Yet, Lofn could still hear every single insult and inflammatory remark. 

Ever since her Aunt Macha had returned from her trip with that human boy, the inhabitants of Ulthwé Craftworld had spoken of nothing else. Despite the fact that Lofn, her aunt, her mother, and her father had been the only ones to see the human, somehow word got out. The rumors were even specific about the state Taldeer had found her sister in: covered in the mon’keigh’s fluids and preparing to mount him. From there, accounts differed from who you talked to. Some say that the human was blown apart by Taldeer’s rage, while others claim he vanished into the warp. Regardless, the hearsay was bitter, as if the Craftworld had been looking for the perfect excuse to chastise the two Farseers.

While [[Macha]] and [[Taldeer]] had born the full brunt of the public shaming, [[LIIVI]] and Lofn felt the effects just the same. LIIVI had taken to hiding in their home, abandoning his customary walks in the evenings. Lofn, however, still had her studies to attend, and thus was forced to wade through the vitriol without any sort of protection. Not even her Grandfather had spoken up, something that hurt the half-Eldar greatly. Her only friend was a genetically-modified [[Ripper]], but the little bundle of energy was but a tiny oasis in a storm of loathing. 

By the time she reached her home, Lofn was crying freely. She had run into two more such groups on the way, the last one of which had not even bothered to attempt concealing their conversation. Slamming the door behind her, she tossed the groceries onto the table and ran up the stairs to her room. After collapsing onto her bed, Lofn buried her face into a pillow, trying to hide from the demons that haunted her. 

“Why? Why are they so mean?” she thought, clutching the pillow ever tighter. “I didn’t even do anything wrong, and neither did Mom or Aunty. It’s not fair. It’s not!” 

Moments later, the pillow was sent sailing across the room, colliding with a box Macha had given to Lofn a week ago.  Falling from its place on the dresser, its contents burst out over the floor. Shocked, Lofn gasped as wraithbone dildos and other such adult toys sprayed out from the wreckage. Her laments put aside for the time being, she hastily made to clean up the mess, blushing all the while.

Lofn knew full well what most of the items were used for, though her mother had never allowed her to have any of her own. It was of Taldeer’s opinion that such things were trash, meant for those who were unable to contain their impulses. Even LIIVI had shared this view, though Lofn suspected his stance was more a result of trying to keep his wife happy. Still, neither of her parents had ever bothered to properly have “the talk” with her, and any attempts to discuss matters regarding intercourse or relationships were ignored. 

It wasn’t that they weren’t good parents, but both seemed to be secretly ashamed of discussing such topics. That didn’t seem to stop them from [[Bedroom Infiltration|enjoying their bi-weekly "wrestling matches,"]] though. This left Lofn floundering with a surge of teenage hormones and emotions, with no outlets except for her Aunt. Macha had been there for the girl, calmly and eloquently answering what questions the embarrassed half-Eldar could squeak out. Though her Aunt had not had much success in such matters, she was still a much better source of information compared to the CraftWeb. 

Despite all this, Lofn still couldn’t understand what might have prompted Macha to give her such things. Hiding what she could away under her mattress, Lofn tried to push away the emotions which had slowly shifted from sorrow to arousal while handling such lewd items. It was one thing to be found with the toys, another to be caught using them. Neither would be preferable, knowing her mother. This left the half-Eldar brimming with nervous energy, forced to endure the growing heat of her body. As the night cycle began, the restlessness grew to be unbearable. Changing from her street clothes, Lofn slipped from the house and into the dusk, seeking one of her favorite hangouts. 

The Awakened Path was a small club, out of the way of the main hustle and bustle of Ulthwé. Only a few Eldar were present, lounging about the bar while rapid beats emanated from the wraithbone speakers. Combined with the misty, smoky air, and the dim lights, it was the perfect place for Lofn to have fun, away from the disapproving eyes of her peers. After getting half-way through her drink, the half-Eldar found herself rising and dancing alone to the music. 

Swaying this way and that way, eyes closed all the while, she lost herself in the exertion. Her body gracefully flowed from one pose to the next, in tune with the beat. Maybe it was childish to let loose like this, but Lofn cared not. She needed this, this release of emotion and energy. Her mind became one with the void, unwinding as the music washed over her. 

As the beat shifted, Lofn opened her eyes, only to realize someone had joined her. He was about the same size as her, but something about his movements was…off. He didn’t move like an Eldar, more like her father did during those rare occasions when escaping from Taldeer’s wraith. Still, whoever, or whatever, he was, it was nice to be close to someone who wasn’t spewing insults or trying to coddle her. 

Together, Lofn and the unknown male danced through the night. Forms twisting and turning, the two became absorbed in the warbling vibrations. It wasn’t until the music had stopped, and the house lights turned on, that they came to rest. Panting, Lofn turned, expecting to see the angled face of an Eldar. Instead, she only saw the visage of a human, more pure and handsome than any being she had seen before. Garbed in yellowish robes, he gave her a smile, then vanished before her very eyes into a dissipating mist. 

Had she imagined it all? Lofn wasn’t sure.

==Chapter Two==
Soon (TM)

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