Mother Superior Teliandra liked the idea of getting out there, but didn’t want to limit it to just a few Novices. And so, a few days after it was mentioned, every member of the Chapel was heading out to the woman who had requested their labour under the command of Teliandra. Except Zali, who had vanished into the ether of the town. To Emia’s surprise, it was Muddy, who was standing in surprisingly clean and well-made clothes, looking less like a mud-covered lunatic with machines that went ping, and decidedly…more.

“Good morning, I have recently come into the discovery of something buried beneath my shack. It was as I suspected, which is why I built it here, but now I have proof so you will assist me with this. I have spades for everyone, and have marked out the territory that requires uprooting” Muddy spoke with passion and zeal, which was new, considering Emia had only ever heard her with that half-bored tone of voice that seemed to be irritated at the very effort required to speak.

Handing out the spades for everyone, the people of the Chapel dispersed and soon the land was torn up by the manual work of the labourers. It was a surprise that Muddy didn’t have any machine that could dig up the ground, but maybe that was beyond her capabilities. Everything she had was pretty small, after all. Emia got to digging, and was waist deep in her hole when something new happened. She drove her spade into the ground, and then her hands clamped around the shaft. Everyone was focused on their work, so nobody was really looking at the other - digging holes was hard work, after all - and so Emia went unobserved. Hands stiffened and refused to move, and then her whole body went solid and in front of her eyes came a box.

Collar Of Damnation activated. Daemonic Possession in progress.

Slaaneshi Daemon: Corruption - 50.

Six Sensual Slices - +20 Corruption

Maleficent Metal - +5 Corruption per stud (30 total)

She could only stare at the box in horror as she felt her collar tighten to choke her, and from it filled her body with a taint that made her want to scream, but she had no breath to do it with. A flush of hedonistic desire, of joy and delight in life, and need to be the best that had ever walked the Galaxy. More than just a want, they were a burning need, but then they went away and she fell to the ground, gasping and panting and feeling her body rapedby the energies of the Warp that warred with the burning zeal of The Emperor in her heart and soul. There were sounds of panic around her, but she was lost to the world as her vision blurred and all that could be seen, was a pair of boxes. It was here she learned she never really read the boxes. They just beamed themselves into her mind, reading was simply a formality.

Daemonic Possession: Becoming a Daemonhost changes several key aspects of the System depending on the Daemon in question. What is universal, is the new Corruption stat and the Daemonic Powers granted by its presence. One “Core” Power will be granted immediately, and then an “Active” power and a “Passive” power every 50 corruption. Corruption grants a secondary resource called “Warp Touch”. A Daemon’s Corruption grows over time to a maximum of 200. At this point, the host either explodes into a Chaos Spawn or Ascends.

Warp Touch is a unique resource in the fact that it does not go down with use but rather up. The Warp Touch limit is the highest of Constitution, Wisdom, or Faith and decays slowly over time. Standing in sanctified spaces, enacting holy penance or using specific Acts Of Faith speed up this decay.

It was good that she didn’t have to read any of this because right now the world was spinning and flipping and turning and making her feel that a bout of rigerous sex followed by conquering the world would be really good right now. And all around her, while the sisters propped up her head and slipped water in and took basic medical care of her, Muddy stood, looking at Emia with a strange look on her face. That look that seemed, part happy, part sad and part intrigued at what was in front of her. Getting lifted up and carried into the shack was the last part she remembered before fully succumbing to the mind-bending exhaustion she was feeling and properly.

She rose, some time later, a flashing light in her sight opening as she told it to and gave her new things. Or things that she missed from passing out because she’d just been fucking possessed by a Daemon. Opening the box, however, just stabbed her eyes and ears with something that was horrific to look at. The box that should have writing on it simply crackled, white and black spots in constant movement. And the noise, the closest thing she could think was when the rain came down so hard you could see nothing, and the constant sound of it impacting the walls and floors. Adding in a painful stabbing aspect to that noise. So she quickly shifted the box back to the side and stood up. Opening the status screen, and she saw it was royally fucked up, and groaned with the same noise.

Emia Sforza - Level 5 ṵ̴͖̟̞̄͑̐̅̓̃n̴̨̨̩̜̠̹͉͍̺̔̈́̏̕ḍ̵̛̰̼̼̄̎́̎̀̒̾̇̕̚̚͝͝͠e̸͖̭̭̘̤̓̽͒̃̆͊̎̀̏͊̒̕͜ͅf̷̘̪̖͙̘̩̖͈̬̣͚̎̈̽̉̏̉͜ͅi̵̛̯̲̙͎̖̣̻̤̦̬̱̎̈̅̒͋̇̈́̊̕̚ͅn̷͖̜̪̘̬̫͚̟̳̙̭̱̗̺̓̈̽̅͛̄͝͠e̶͇̹͎͇̍͑̓͆̉́͘͘d̷̤̩͆̽̈́̐̐̈͂̈́̂͐̚̚͝

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Ȩ̸̡̯͉͍͈̬̘̦̫̝̬̣̲͊ͅr̷̤̦̳̬͖͓̹̭͚̺̞̺͎̘̫̋͒̔̔̉̋̉̓̈̓̑͝r̵̨̡͔̭̪̯͐͛̅̂̾̊̈͊̽o̸̡̫̭͕̙̹̖̮̊̀͘r̵̛̛̹̞̳͕̳̫̱̥͔̻̬͐̋̓͗̈Ȩ̸̡̯͉͍͈̬̘̦̫̝̬̣̲͊ͅr̷̤̦̳̬͖͓̹̭͚̺̞̺͎̘̫̋͒̔̔̉̋̉̓̈̓̑͝r̵̨̡͔̭̪̯͐͛̅̂̾̊̈͊̽o̸̡̫̭͕̙̹̖̮̊̀͘r̵̛̛̹̞̳͕̳̫̱̥͔̻̬͐̋̓͗̈Ȩ̸̡̯͉͍͈̬̘̦̫̝̬̣̲͊ͅr̷̤̦̳̬͖͓̹̭͚̺̞̺͎̘̫̋͒̔̔̉̋̉̓̈̓̑͝r̵̨̡͔̭̪̯͐͛̅̂̾̊̈͊̽o̸̡̫̭͕̙̹̖̮̊̀͘r̵̛̛̹̞̳͕̳̫̱̥͔̻̬͐̋̓͗̈Ȩ̸̡̯͉͍͈̬̘̦̫̝̬̣̲͊ͅr̷̤̦̳̬͖͓̹̭͚̺̞̺͎̘̫̋͒̔̔̉̋̉̓̈̓̑͝r̵̨̡͔̭̪̯͐͛̅̂̾̊̈͊̽o̸̡̫̭͕̙̹̖̮̊̀͘r̵̛̛̹̞̳͕̳̫̱̥͔̻̬͐̋̓͗̈Ȩ̸̡̯͉͍͈̬̘̦̫̝̬̣̲͊ͅr̷̤̦̳̬͖͓̹̭͚̺̞̺͎̘̫̋͒̔̔̉̋̉̓̈̓̑͝r̵̨̡͔̭̪̯͐͛̅̂̾̊̈͊̽o̸̡̫̭͕̙̹̖̮̊̀͘r̵̛̛̹̞̳͕̳̫̱̥͔̻̬͐̋̓͗̈Ȩ̸̡̯͉͍͈̬̘̦̫̝̬̣̲͊ͅr̷̤̦̳̬͖͓̹̭͚̺̞̺͎̘̫̋͒̔̔̉̋̉̓̈̓̑͝r̵̨̡͔̭̪̯͐͛̅̂̾̊̈͊̽o̸̡̫̭͕̙̹̖̮̊̀͘r̵̛̛̹̞̳͕̳̫̱̥͔̻̬͐̋̓͗̈Ȩ̸̡̯͉͍͈̬̘̦̫̝̬̣̲͊ͅr̷̤̦̳̬͖͓̹̭͚̺̞̺͎̘̫̋͒̔̔̉̋̉̓̈̓̑͝r̵̨̡͔̭̪̯͐͛̅̂̾̊̈͊̽o̸̡̫̭͕̙̹̖̮̊̀͘r̵̛̛̹̞̳͕̳̫̱̥͔̻̬͐̋̓͗̈Ȩ̸̡̯͉͍͈̬̘̦̫̝̬̣̲͊ͅr̷̤̦̳̬͖͓̹̭͚̺̞̺͎̘̫̋͒̔̔̉̋̉̓̈̓̑͝r̵̨̡͔̭̪̯͐͛̅̂̾̊̈͊̽o̸̡̫̭͕̙̹̖̮̊̀͘r̵̛̛̹̞̳͕̳̫̱̥͔̻̬͐̋̓͗̈

Ȩ̸̡̯͉͍͈̬̘̦̫̝̬̣̲͊ͅr̷̤̦̳̬͖͓̹̭͚̺̞̺͎̘̫̋͒̔̔̉̋̉̓̈̓̑͝r̵̨̡͔̭̪̯͐͛̅̂̾̊̈͊̽o̸̡̫̭͕̙̹̖̮̊̀͘r̵̛̛̹̞̳͕̳̫̱̥͔̻̬͐̋̓͗̈Ȩ̸̡̯͉͍͈̬̘̦̫̝̬̣̲͊ͅr̷̤̦̳̬͖͓̹̭͚̺̞̺͎̘̫̋͒̔̔̉̋̉̓̈̓̑͝r̵̨̡͔̭̪̯͐͛̅̂̾̊̈͊̽o̸̡̫̭͕̙̹̖̮̊̀͘r̵̛̛̹̞̳͕̳̫̱̥͔̻̬͐̋̓͗̈Ȩ̸̡̯͉͍͈̬̘̦̫̝̬̣̲͊ͅr̷̤̦̳̬͖͓̹̭͚̺̞̺͎̘̫̋͒̔̔̉̋̉̓̈̓̑͝r̵̨̡͔̭̪̯͐͛̅̂̾̊̈͊̽o̸̡̫̭͕̙̹̖̮̊̀͘r̵̛̛̹̞̳͕̳̫̱̥͔̻̬͐̋̓͗̈Ȩ̸̡̯͉͍͈̬̘̦̫̝̬̣̲͊ͅr̷̤̦̳̬͖͓̹̭͚̺̞̺͎̘̫̋͒̔̔̉̋̉̓̈̓̑͝r̵̨̡͔̭̪̯͐͛̅̂̾̊̈͊̽o̸̡̫̭͕̙̹̖̮̊̀͘r̵̛̛̹̞̳͕̳̫̱̥͔̻̬͐̋̓͗̈Ȩ̸̡̯͉͍͈̬̘̦̫̝̬̣̲͊ͅr̷̤̦̳̬͖͓̹̭͚̺̞̺͎̘̫̋͒̔̔̉̋̉̓̈̓̑͝r̵̨̡͔̭̪̯͐͛̅̂̾̊̈͊̽o̸̡̫̭͕̙̹̖̮̊̀͘r̵̛̛̹̞̳͕̳̫̱̥͔̻̬͐̋̓͗̈Ȩ̸̡̯͉͍͈̬̘̦̫̝̬̣̲͊ͅr̷̤̦̳̬͖͓̹̭͚̺̞̺͎̘̫̋͒̔̔̉̋̉̓̈̓̑͝r̵̨̡͔̭̪̯͐͛̅̂̾̊̈͊̽o̸̡̫̭͕̙̹̖̮̊̀͘r̵̛̛̹̞̳͕̳̫̱̥͔̻̬͐̋̓͗̈Ȩ̸̡̯͉͍͈̬̘̦̫̝̬̣̲͊ͅr̷̤̦̳̬͖͓̹̭͚̺̞̺͎̘̫̋͒̔̔̉̋̉̓̈̓̑͝r̵̨̡͔̭̪̯͐͛̅̂̾̊̈͊̽o̸̡̫̭͕̙̹̖̮̊̀͘r̵̛̛̹̞̳͕̳̫̱̥͔̻̬͐̋̓͗̈

Ȩ̸̡̯͉͍͈̬̘̦̫̝̬̣̲͊ͅr̷̤̦̳̬͖͓̹̭͚̺̞̺͎̘̫̋͒̔̔̉̋̉̓̈̓̑͝r̵̨̡͔̭̪̯͐͛̅̂̾̊̈͊̽o̸̡̫̭͕̙̹̖̮̊̀͘r̵̛̛̹̞̳͕̳̫̱̥͔̻̬͐̋̓͗̈Ȩ̸̡̯͉͍͈̬̘̦̫̝̬̣̲͊ͅr̷̤̦̳̬͖͓̹̭͚̺̞̺͎̘̫̋͒̔̔̉̋̉̓̈̓̑͝r̵̨̡͔̭̪̯͐͛̅̂̾̊̈͊̽o̸̡̫̭͕̙̹̖̮̊̀͘r̵̛̛̹̞̳͕̳̫̱̥͔̻̬͐̋̓͗̈Ȩ̸̡̯͉͍͈̬̘̦̫̝̬̣̲͊ͅr̷̤̦̳̬͖͓̹̭͚̺̞̺͎̘̫̋͒̔̔̉̋̉̓̈̓̑͝r̵̨̡͔̭̪̯͐͛̅̂̾̊̈͊̽o̸̡̫̭͕̙̹̖̮̊̀͘r̵̛̛̹̞̳͕̳̫̱̥͔̻̬͐̋̓͗̈Ȩ̸̡̯͉͍͈̬̘̦̫̝̬̣̲͊ͅr̷̤̦̳̬͖͓̹̭͚̺̞̺͎̘̫̋͒̔̔̉̋̉̓̈̓̑͝r̵̨̡͔̭̪̯͐͛̅̂̾̊̈͊̽o̸̡̫̭͕̙̹̖̮̊̀͘r̵̛̛̹̞̳͕̳̫̱̥͔̻̬͐̋̓͗̈Ȩ̸̡̯͉͍͈̬̘̦̫̝̬̣̲͊ͅr̷̤̦̳̬͖͓̹̭͚̺̞̺͎̘̫̋͒̔̔̉̋̉̓̈̓̑͝r̵̨̡͔̭̪̯͐͛̅̂̾̊̈͊̽o̸̡̫̭͕̙̹̖̮̊̀͘r̵̛̛̹̞̳͕̳̫̱̥͔̻̬͐̋̓͗̈Ȩ̸̡̯͉͍͈̬̘̦̫̝̬̣̲͊ͅr̷̤̦̳̬͖͓̹̭͚̺̞̺͎̘̫̋͒̔̔̉̋̉̓̈̓̑͝r̵̨̡͔̭̪̯͐͛̅̂̾̊̈͊̽o̸̡̫̭͕̙̹̖̮̊̀͘r̵̛̛̹̞̳͕̳̫̱̥͔̻̬͐̋̓͗̈Ȩ̸̡̯͉͍͈̬̘̦̫̝̬̣̲͊ͅr̷̤̦̳̬͖͓̹̭͚̺̞̺͎̘̫̋͒̔̔̉̋̉̓̈̓̑͝r̵̨̡͔̭̪̯͐͛̅̂̾̊̈͊̽o̸̡̫̭͕̙̹̖̮̊̀͘r̵̛̛̹̞̳͕̳̫̱̥͔̻̬͐̋̓͗̈Ȩ̸̡̯͉͍͈̬̘̦̫̝̬̣̲͊ͅr̷̤̦̳̬͖͓̹̭͚̺̞̺͎̘̫̋͒̔̔̉̋̉̓̈̓̑͝r̵̨̡͔̭̪̯͐͛̅̂̾̊̈͊̽o̸̡̫̭͕̙̹̖̮̊̀͘r̵̛̛̹̞̳͕̳̫̱̥͔̻̬͐̋̓͗̈Ȩ̸̡̯͉͍͈̬̘̦̫̝̬̣̲͊ͅr̷̤̦̳̬͖͓̹̭͚̺̞̺͎̘̫̋͒̔̔̉̋̉̓̈̓̑͝r̵̨̡͔̭̪̯͐͛̅̂̾̊̈͊̽o̸̡̫̭͕̙̹̖̮̊̀͘r̵̛̛̹̞̳͕̳̫̱̥͔̻̬͐̋̓͗̈

Ȩ̸̡̯͉͍͈̬̘̦̫̝̬̣̲͊ͅr̷̤̦̳̬͖͓̹̭͚̺̞̺͎̘̫̋͒̔̔̉̋̉̓̈̓̑͝r̵̨̡͔̭̪̯͐͛̅̂̾̊̈͊̽o̸̡̫̭͕̙̹̖̮̊̀͘r̵̛̛̹̞̳͕̳̫̱̥͔̻̬͐̋̓͗̈

Ȩ̸̡̯͉͍͈̬̘̦̫̝̬̣̲͊ͅr̷̤̦̳̬͖͓̹̭͚̺̞̺͎̘̫̋͒̔̔̉̋̉̓̈̓̑͝r̵̨̡͔̭̪̯͐͛̅̂̾̊̈͊̽o̸̡̫̭͕̙̹̖̮̊̀͘r̵̛̛̹̞̳͕̳̫̱̥͔̻̬͐̋̓͗̈Ȩ̸̡̯͉͍͈̬̘̦̫̝̬̣̲͊ͅr̷̤̦̳̬͖͓̹̭͚̺̞̺͎̘̫̋͒̔̔̉̋̉̓̈̓̑͝r̵̨̡͔̭̪̯͐͛̅̂̾̊̈͊̽o̸̡̫̭͕̙̹̖̮̊̀͘r̵̛̛̹̞̳͕̳̫̱̥͔̻̬͐̋̓͗̈Ȩ̸̡̯͉͍͈̬̘̦̫̝̬̣̲͊ͅr̷̤̦̳̬͖͓̹̭͚̺̞̺͎̘̫̋͒̔̔̉̋̉̓̈̓̑͝r̵̨̡͔̭̪̯͐͛̅̂̾̊̈͊̽o̸̡̫̭͕̙̹̖̮̊̀͘r̵̛̛̹̞̳͕̳̫̱̥͔̻̬͐̋̓͗̈

It was quickly shut down, and Emia had something to take her mind off all these issues by a friend.

“It’s good you are awake, the people were worried about you” Muddy said. Emia looked up, having a feeling that she was there, and so not jumping despite her silent entrance. “For me...well, for a woman who glows with the light of Faith to have that happen to them...truly fascinating. There is only rumor of one other situation having happened, and that rumor was never confirmed or even substantiated” Muddy took Emia’s hands and smiled. Looking into Muddy’s eyes, having had her brain somehow rewired by this Daemonic Possession, there was something wrong with them. Like they were amazingly accurate renditions of a person’s eyes, but still ultimately renditions. And though she counted the seconds, they never blinked. Choosing to completely ignore the implications Muddy was making, Emia just got up and nodded.

“Only a rumor of a woman collapsing in the field? I’m sure that’s just not right” Emia flicked her tail and headed outside. However Muddy even possibly knew about what happened was something for later. Much later, it seemed, as a large and terrible metal bird flew in and landed outside the mass of holes. Two dozen heavily armed men jumped out, and following them was a man of such great personal pride Emia expected the ground to rise up and meet him so he could step out.

“I am Interrogator Zan. Everyone here is under Inquisitorial Custody. Any resistance will be met with immediate execution”