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	This story is not dead. But its approach is going to be much different. Sorry, guys, but hey, ya gotta write for yourself rather than for others, and as the story was going, it was just too damn stupid.		This story is not dead. But its approach is going to be much different. Sorry, guys, but hey, ya gotta write for yourself rather than for others, and as the story was going, it was just too damn stupid.

	~~''Random Anonymous User here. Those of you complaining about "WAH! I want to read it!" Keep in mind that the "Edits" section archives all previous versions. So quitcher bitchin. ''~~
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	This story is not dead. But its approach is going to be much different. Sorry, guys, but hey, ya gotta write for yourself rather than for others, and as the story was going, it was just too damn stupid.		This story is not dead. But its approach is going to be much different. Sorry, guys, but hey, ya gotta write for yourself rather than for others, and as the story was going, it was just too damn stupid.

			''Random Anonymous User here. Those of you complaining about "WAH! I want to read it!" Keep in mind that the "Edits" section archives all previous versions. So quitcher bitchin. ''
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	Quick writefag's notes: This was thrown together in about an hour based on a really random idea. I apologize for the seeming sue-ish human character. I suppose if I gave him more detail I could actually make him a relatable character... which, hell, I might just do later. For now, this was meant to be a fight scene with some adult themes to it. I might make more out of this if people really like it, I suppose. Hope you guys like it. Leave some comments in the discussion page, I'll try to read 'em.		Quick writefag's notes: This was thrown together in about an hour based on a really random idea. I apologize for the seeming sue-ish human character. I suppose if I gave him more detail I could actually make him a relatable character... which, hell, I might just do later. For now, this was meant to be a fight scene with some adult themes to it. I might make more out of this if people really like it, I suppose. Hope you guys like it. Leave some comments in the discussion page, I'll try to read 'em.
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	Update, July ~~24th~~, 2013. ~~So, before~~ I ~~start~~ the ~~promotions~~, ~~I am curious if anyone has anything special they would like to request as far positions or certain actions go. There's~~ a ~~few things that won't happen, like anything involving things that would normally involve toilets, but otherwise I'm open to suggestions~~. ~~I have to get my head into the game before I start writing, and normally I like to brainstorm a bit before each update, and, well~~, ~~I'm~~ not ~~gonna lie, having other people contribute some ideas will require less work on my part~~ and ~~will speed up the process. Currently I'm considering some basics like missionary, doggy-style, a blowjob or two~~, but ~~also making her work for it with some reverse cowgirl, and a fitting fucktoy-facial aimed at the eyes and hair. Mulling maybe a spooning-sideways~~ and ~~rough~~, ~~biting kisses. Given that some sections will be getting~~ a ~~rewrite to have Enigma less contemptuous towards her~~ and more respecting of her capabilities and skills, this part may end up being more with Lelith being the one doing the rough stuff where Enigma is just merely enjoying his prize. I'm concerned this writefaggotry comes off as a bit misogynistic, which was not my intention; this is meant, instead, to ~~be a "how the mighty hath fallen" sort of scenario, so bear that in mind~~. ~~This isn't meant to be Lelith submitting for the sake of "NEEDIN' A MAYUN~~,~~" but rather getting hot for someone who managed to make her experience~~ the ~~one~~ thing ~~she hasn't, which~~ is ~~defeat. Suggestions; please post them in the discussions tab~~.		Update, July 26th, 2013. After some thought I have essentially decided to make Enigma one of the few males within the Callidus Temple, rather than of a different temple altogether. In trade, he does not use polymorphine drugs and cannot change shape, but is given much more training in "natural" infiltration and integration techniques, with a lesser reliance on weaponry and more emphasis on hand-to-hand lethality. So, the Manuaminus thing is scrapped and removed.
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	Another convoy, another spectacle of death and overindulgent gore. The Imperial ships had been poorly defended, only a pair of lightly-armed escort vessels, one with half of its armament completely non-functional. The freighters had been easy targets, the mercenaries charged with defending it putting up only a meager fight. The two escorts burned in the nuclear cold of space, breached plasma reactors spewing radioactive flame into the void, and now only one freighter remained. Its engines were blasted apart, its hull pockmarked and scorched.		Another convoy, another spectacle of death and overindulgent gore. The Imperial ships had been poorly defended, only a pair of lightly-armed escort vessels, one with half of its armament completely non-functional. The freighters had been easy targets, the mercenaries charged with defending it putting up only a meager fight. The two escorts burned in the nuclear cold of space, breached plasma reactors spewing radioactive flame into the void, and now only one freighter remained. Its engines were blasted apart, its hull pockmarked and scorched.
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	The ~~Manuaminus Temple. The Assassinorum's hand-to-hand specialists. Like all of the Officio Assassinorum, they were orphans, brought to the~~ Temple at a young age, chosen by pre-determined, stringently specific genetic test results. Men and women of preternaturally inhuman speed and reflexes, mercilessly educated on the vicious efficiency of using the body itself as the perfect weapon, beaten, broken, and battered by trainers who were destined to be killed at the hands of those they tormented for decades to hone into the most lethal individuals in the Imperium when at last they had become the most efficient killers, with the most minimal of tools. ~~The [[Vindicare\|ways of the gun]] were not theirs; for a bullet could miss~~. ~~Not the [[Eversor\|ways of drug-induced sprees of ultra-violence]]; for this clouded the mind, dulled the precision~~. ~~Nor even the~~ [~~[Callidus\|ways of the blade]], for~~ it ~~was an unfeeling extension, not part of~~ the ~~body, incapable of~~ the ~~slight hair-trigger impulse twitches that could land a blow into~~ the ~~most minor of spots that those of the Manuaminus~~ Temple ~~could strike. They were lethal for many reasons, not the least of which was~~ the ~~total lack of need of any equipment to augment their killing power~~, ~~for they WERE~~ the ~~equipment, and could be as effective as any man-portable weapon... if not deadlier.~~		The Callidus Temple...[information about it will go here along with describing the specialized training given to the few males within the Temple along with habits and practices and the like, involving the men being designated as "Marks" with the number following being their number of successful operations]

	~~Known~~ as Marks, the ~~Assassins~~ of the Manuaminus took a secondary name; the first of several steps of self-identity, for while they lacked the shape-shifting abilities of those of the Callidus Temple, they could blend into a crowd just as easily, assuming identities, personalities, backgrounds and histories. They lived normal lives to everyone around them. To others, they seemed normal... WERE normal. They laughed, they cried, they raged. But this was all an act; integration into a society, into a group, while they pursued their true agenda. No weapons to ever be detected, to ever be found, to ever arouse suspicion... because nobody suspected the unarmed, unremarkable individual to be the weapon itself.

	Mark 537, known as “Enigma,” and a thousand other identities to a million other people who never knew him to be otherwise, had been preparing for his quarry for years. One of the Temple's deadliest Marks, had spent two decades constantly pursuing other targets, keeping his mind sharp and his skills sharper while he worked his way to his true goal; Lelith Hesperax. The most feared and lethal of the xenos known as the Dark Eldar; untouchable, unstoppable, a dance of gory, bloody death given sadistic, beautiful, flowing form. He had spent years working with an infocyte of the Vanus Temple to predict her patterns, to learn her style, her substance, her craft of death. He had studied dozens, maybe hundreds of pict-captures of her in action, finessed his reflexes and his body to match, and eventually, outmatch her own.		Mark 537, known as “Enigma,” and a thousand other identities to a million other people who never knew him to be otherwise, had been preparing for his quarry for years. One of the Temple's deadliest Marks, had spent two decades constantly pursuing other targets, keeping his mind sharp and his skills sharper while he worked his way to his true goal; Lelith Hesperax. The most feared and lethal of the xenos known as the Dark Eldar; untouchable, unstoppable, a dance of gory, bloody death given sadistic, beautiful, flowing form. He had spent years working with an infocyte of the Vanus Temple to predict her patterns, to learn her style, her substance, her craft of death. He had studied dozens, maybe hundreds of pict-captures of her in action, finessed his reflexes and his body to match, and eventually, outmatch her own.
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	He removed his foot from her neck and she took a shuddering breath, coughing fitfully, body twitching involuntarily, before resuming her normal breathing, albeit wheezy and fitful. His eyes swept her form again, and that feeling he'd felt when he'd looked upon her before she had made her last-ditch attempt to escape... the way she had been shuddering, choking on her own screams, her abdomen and legs spasming and convulsing as she came over and over at the spectacle of his domination of her and her filthy whorish minions... it came back. It was his turn to feel revulsion, this time...		He removed his foot from her neck and she took a shuddering breath, coughing fitfully, body twitching involuntarily, before resuming her normal breathing, albeit wheezy and fitful. His eyes swept her form again, and that feeling he'd felt when he'd looked upon her before she had made her last-ditch attempt to escape... the way she had been shuddering, choking on her own screams, her abdomen and legs spasming and convulsing as she came over and over at the spectacle of his domination of her and her filthy whorish minions... it came back. It was his turn to feel revulsion, this time...

	He longed for her. A sneer crept over his face, but it melted as he gazed over her long, supple torso... the sleek, smoothly-rounded contours of her breasts, bulging out over her harlot-envy armorpiece. The long, slender legs, the pale, flawless skin... well, flawless where he hadn't battered her into defeat, anyway. The angular eyes, the plump, soft lips, the silky locks of ebony-black hair. Every smooth, rounded, feminine curve of her body appealed to him, appealed to his desires. The ~~Manuaminus~~ Temple did not exorcise that from its Marks... it encouraged it, rather. Seduction was just another way to get closer to a target, and all the better when the seduction was genuine rather than an act, all the more convincing. But she was not human.		He longed for her. A sneer crept over his face, but it melted as he gazed over her long, supple torso... the sleek, smoothly-rounded contours of her breasts, bulging out over her harlot-envy armorpiece. The long, slender legs, the pale, flawless skin... well, flawless where he hadn't battered her into defeat, anyway. The angular eyes, the plump, soft lips, the silky locks of ebony-black hair. Every smooth, rounded, feminine curve of her body appealed to him, appealed to his desires. The Callidus Temple did not exorcise that from its Marks... it encouraged it, rather. Seduction was just another way to get closer to a target, and all the better when the seduction was genuine rather than an act, all the more convincing. But she was not human.

	Still... as he gazed upon the plush mounds of her breasts and the smooth, flat plane of her stomach and the flare of her hips he had to admit... she looked human enough, at least.		Still... as he gazed upon the plush mounds of her breasts and the smooth, flat plane of her stomach and the flare of her hips he had to admit... she looked human enough, at least.

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1d4chan>Creed of Heresy: I'm rewriting this. Deal with it.

1d4chan>Creed of Heresy at 04:58, 29 July 2013

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