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One more before I head to bed, hope you enjoy!

Chaplain v. Lelith

The place smelled of death, and that's how she preferred it. The undisputed champion of the Commorragh arenas, Lelith, relished in the smelled of the recently slaughtered. She stood in a field of fallen armored soldiers that appeared to be giants compared to her small lithe frame. That didn't matter though, the large bodied Space Marines were little more the target dummies in her sparring room when she and her war band of wyches set upon them like ravenous wolves. The mighty super-humans were the protectors of the Imperium, yet they were nothing compared to the ancient and beautiful mistress of death. She softly padded across the battle field taking in every sight and smell she could. She knew that She who Thirsts would be pleased by this slaughter, more so if Lelith had been able to take one of them captive. That was the problem with these ones, they wouldn't stop fighting until you plunged a dagger into their heart...both of them. Without warning a loud blast sounded followed by several more and the small trees near Lelith exploded into pieces of wooden shrapnel. She dodged the pieces deftly and knew this to be the fire of a bolter, she had heard many of them during her assault. It took her a moment to find the source and she was pleased to see that a true challenge had found her. Upon a small rock over looking her stood a tank of a soldier, clad in terminator armor that was black as midnight. This was no ordinary terminator though that had come across her. The face plate was a dull skull colored helmet formed into the ugly shape of a naked human skull, a Chaplain. She had never had the privilege of fighting one of these anointed holy men, but she had heard rumors that they were not only renown for their spiritual guidance of the Space Marines under them, but for their cunning and ruthless fighting skills with their crozius. The customized symbol of office was a large power weapon capable of instilling fear within the Chaplains friends and foe, and banishing the latter into nothingness. The Chaplain raised his left arm in which he held a large weapon known as a storm bolter. Known less for its accuracy and more for its sheer volume of fire power it was a perfectly adept weapon to kill single enemies or small groups. His finger squeezed the trigger and a burst of fire erupted from the end. Small explosive projectiles commonly referred to as “bolts” flew through the air and peppered the area around Lelith. She dodged and wove her way through many of them, but one split the side of her abdomen and stabbed small needles of metal in her side. Her blood began to spill and her anger took hold. Her perfect body would have to be specially mended by the best Haemonculus in Commorragh before she could be seen in public again, this was unacceptable. She charged across the field seeming to glide across the ground and bodies and noticing neither. Her full attention was upon the human who was foolish enough to strike out at her. Another spray of bolts cut through the air, but she tucked into a tight roll and managed to get below the burst. The came out of the roll in a spring and flew up the small rock to the waiting Chaplain. The crozius cut a field of death in front of her as she reached the waiting Chaplain and she nimbly dodged out of the way without letting the blade get even close to her. She gripped her knives tightly and within a fraction of a second picked out all of the weak spots of the armor. She knew this specific style of armor was known for its hardiness, but it limited the speed of the wearer. Her blades flashed before the Chaplains mask impeding his vision as she slid around to his left. The Chaplain dropped his storm bolter to the ground knowing such a cumbersome weapon had seen its use and took a double grip upon his crozius and began to swing wildly trying to get the she-devil away from him. Lelith had expected such a defense, he knew he was slow, but she was too quick to be dissuaded by such a straight forward and brutish attack. She continued to slide around him as he swung wildly and exposed the small seem between the shoulder guard and chest plate. His erratic swings took Lelith a moment to gauge herself and when he finished a particularly wider right swing she took her shot and slid her blade into his chest. The blade went to the hilt and punctured through his solid rib cage and into his hearts and lungs. His body felt cold and numb and the adrenaline his body was trying to feed to him wasn't enough to keep him from falling to his knees. He looked up into his killer's eyes as she walked around to face him and tried to force himself to kill this Xenos filth that had murder his battle-brothers. The opportunity never came, before he could even tighten his grip upon his crozius Lelith slid one of her blade under her helmet and into his skull. She looked into his steel gaze and knew he was dead. She bent down and picked up his fallen weapon and decided it would have to serve as payment to repair her ever alluring body.

V/r

G.C.

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It's pretty good, but theres one or problems to point out:

In the fluff, Lileth has never ever been wounded. I'm not saying its impossible, but I doubt mr generic chaplain would be the one to finally blemish her record.

Secondly, and more importantly, Dark Eldar don't ever do anything to please Slaanesh. They hate her/him/it as strongly as any of the Eldar do. They torture and kill because they enjoy it and it reverses the damage that Slaanesh does to their souls, not to please her/him/it.

Other than that it was an enjoyable read

Lelith is said to have a "perfect" body. But this is easily maintained by Haemys.

As for Slaanesh they know they must feed him with pain and suffering to protect themselves and pleasing him means prolonging their lives (this is primarily the job of wyches in the arenas or haemys torture rooms). As it says...she knows Slaanesh would be pleased (a.k.a. not killing Lelith at the moment) and that would be a good thing.

I see where you're coming from though, but you have to read between the lines in the fluff (and at times "bend" it) and I adapt the story to how in played out on the table top. Sadly she took a wound from the SB so I had to write it in to stay true. I do appreciate your feed back greatly though and I look forward to more. Thank you!