Commissar of Slaanesh

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fan Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


A fanfiction short story based in the Warhammer 40K universe

Submitted: May 16, 2018

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It's not known of many Commissar of the Imperium of man falling to the ruinious powers, but there is one story, however. A Commissar once known for his loyalty and full devotion to the emperor but all through his childhood, throughout the years in the commissar training he was raised in, he always felt different. Visions would torment his dreams, although not nightmares of the horrors he saw but of pleasures beyond. His days as a commissar are tough, indeed horrifying at times. Yet somehow he always managed to have a smirk across his face, everyone thought of pride or self-importance but no it was the memories of his dreams which make him smirk. The pleasures that flowed in his thoughts and imagination always fought through the depressing wake of what it was to live as a soldier. He never told a soul of his different mindset, of how twisted and turned his thoughts could be. He never thought much of it, certainly not that it may be chaos. Then finally one day, upon annihilating a cult uprising of Slaanesh followers he was ordered to wipe out he stepped into an imperial temple for the Emperor turned into a cultist pleasure house. Slaughtered bodies of nude Slaanesh followers laid dead in blood and bodily fluids on the cold tile flooring. Gunned down in a mass heep during an orgy when they stormed the place. The commisar looked in shock, not of horror or disgust but of pure awe. Not one lacked a smile upon there face, not one cared about the pain and death that await them, all was just bliss. He noticed how there smiles reminded him of himself in the mornings when he wake, when he looked in the mirror after his dreams, the smile he finds himself with. The smile of pure delight. That moment he knew what he truly was, and what his destiny was for him. He called away his men to leave him to his investigating and once alone he stripped himself and with a smile far more than any smirk he ever let show dived into the bodies and began to indulge in every pleasure he could imagine with a pile of corpses. He pleased himself all he could until finally falling to his knees. His body shaking with intense excitement he yelled out to Slaanesh, god of indulgence to please allow him into the fold, to give him much more than any of the men and women before him ever knew before there demise. He expected no reply but was granted with more, a body behind him whispered lightly. "You have always been apart of me Commissar" with those words spoken from the lips of a corpse the Commissar burst in laughter and from that day forth devoted himself to Slaanesh, becoming a long forgotten memory within the God of Indulgence's fold. No one knows quite was his fate became, perhaps just another cultist shot down or worse, or maybe ascended to far greater becoming a daemon within Slaanesh's pleasure palace to please himself and his God's will within the Warp forever.


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