Chapter 54: Chapter 53

Getting transported to the S-Rank dungeon, Estaria found herself standing in front of a great brass fortress. 10,000 Khornite Warriors stood in disciplined rank and file, lining the left and right with broad shield and long spear. Not….that they seemed to be what she was here for. They didn’t move to attack, or indeed try anything like that. Just stood there and watched her.

 

Taking the hint, she followed the line through into the brass fortress, and there, on the throne, was a cat girl. Not the monstrous Beastmen of Drakwald, but a beautiful woman with cute feline ears and a tail. Dressed in something that looked to be a facsimile of an Imperial Noble’s maid, but coloured in red and black, the woman seemed the epitome of demure service. She seemed to be singing to herself, in some tongue Estaria had never heard. And a tongue that she didn’t get a pop up to translate for, which was the wildest part. 

 

As Estaria stepped away from the door, the Cat Girl turned and looked at her, giving a coy grin. Her eyes were startling, and froze Estaria to the spot to look at them. Ablaze as if a thousand Forge Fires were lit within, there was a horrifying depth to them, like falling forever through a bottomless pit. 

 

“Nyaha! A beautiful woman to play with!” the cat girl spoke, leaping up from her throne and landing with the grace you’d expect a cat girl to have. She was speaking with a strange tone, like she had spilled so much blood it tainted the words she spoke. However cute she was trying to make her voice, one was intimately, intuitively aware that this woman had murdered more people on the field of battle than most would ever see in their life. She would give Estaria a look up and down, and then tut. 

 

“D’aww, such a good looking woman in a good looking dress with some excellent weapons, and I have to kill them? Tsk, this place is the worst” The cat girl flirted with Estaria and flicked her tail in an irritated manner. Estaria would finally get her head on, and manage to speak.

 

“Are…..you...sure you are a Khornite?” Estaria asked, not entirely sold on that fact. It all reminded her of the Bestigor she fought, a long time ago.

 

“Ehh. Slaanesh has certainly tried to bring me over to her side. But he doesn’t really put in that much effort. More like a token effort to let me know that she is well prepared if I ever want to go over to his side. Plus, never much cared for the whole, losing your head and going insane. Did that, it ruined my life. Kaben in Talix helped me evolve beyond yet another mad khornate woman” the cat explained. There was certainly some confusing bits about this cat girl, but Estaria clenched her fists and teeth in equal measure.

 

“Though, I will admit, I feel strange” she continued. “Like I have been dragged from my Universe and copied for the sake of this place. I don’t remember existing before you arrived, and Khorne….feels closer. But different. Like the same meat, cooked differently” the cat girl spoke. That, gave Estaria pause. Were these dungeon creatures self aware? Did they know of their own existence? Though Elouviana was not done yet.

 

“Maybe it’s just the fact that they are copying an exceptionally powerful Daemon Prince that makes me think all this. Though I certainly lost some power in the change” the woman finally finished her monologue, and gave Estaria a smile.

 

“I am sorry, where are my manners? I am the First Executioner of Khorne, Favoured Of The Throne, Exalted Daemon Princess of the First Host, Elouviana Zashira” Elou then gave a curtsey and flicked her tail. If the idea of self-awareness caught Estaria off guard, then the name had her recoiling back a step.

 

“Zashira?! But...that’s my name! Why do you have my name!?” Estaria’s exclamation rang through the hall, and stunned Elou in the same breath.

 

“Really? Hmm, cool” Elou recovered much quicker than Estaria did and broadened her grin. “Our universes seem similar, my dear Zashira. Maybe you are this universe’s me. You like spilling blood, testing your might on great foes, got murdered by your sister and possessed in a botched ritual that fucked everything up and turned you into something neither human not Daemonhost?” Elou would ask, swishing her tail back and forward.

 

“I mean….yes for the first part. But…no for the second part. Zarh was definitely not my sister” Estaria would speak. The cat girl had a terrifying charisma that made her want to be polite and engage in conversation with her, even if she was the enemy. Elou seemed to get enthused at the last bit, however.

“Zarh? Big-ass Khornate, two axes, wild temperament?” she asked energetically. Estaria took a step back from the enthusiasm, and simply nodded. “Awesome! I am so glad my Astartes Bro is around here. What happened to him, here?” Elou asked. That was when Estaria turned from scared to awkwardly terrified. How to put this….

 

“I killed him”

 

Well, suddenly and bluntly without any tact was one way of doing it. Didn’t seem to bother the cat, in fact she got even happier at that. “Really? Ohh, I am so looking forward to this now! En Garde, me!” 

 

Following Elou’s shout, she charged at Estaria, explosive speed and power ripping the floor apart and smashing Es in the chest like a cannonball. 

 

Divine Creature - Luck Negated

 

The blow blasted her clean off her feet and smashed her into the giant brass door, denting it heavily from her body. 40% of her health had been dropped with that one hit. Even with all her armour and health, she was almost half-dead from a single blow. 

“Ohh” was a disapointed voice from in front of her. Estaria hacked up some blood from her grazed throat, and then looked up at the creature in front of her. She didn’t have a nameplate colour, which should have been a warning, but now she opened the status window to check out just how outclassed she was.

Elouviana “Knightbane” Zashira, E҉̘̖r̘̲̭̪r͖͈͙̰ò̩̣̙̘r̞̺̰̼͟ years old

 

Exalted Bloodthirster of the First Host, Favoured Of Khorne, Blessed Princess Of The Skull Throne, Golden Priestess Of Blood

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(Berserker/Knight Of Khorne/Daemon Prince)

 

Level 140

 

Strength: 201

 

Stamina: 201

 

Constitution: 201

 

Dexterity: 201

 

Agility: 201

 

Precision: 201

 

Intelligence: 201

 

Wisdom: 201

“Neat, do you have one of them for everyone?” Elou asked, walking over to Estaria as she sat slumped, staring at this fuckin’ Demi-God of a monster in front of her. 

“You-hackhack-you can…see it?” Estaria asked, coughing some more and pushing herself into slightly better sitting position.

“I am a Daemon. We don’t exist in this dimension, so are pretty good at seeing what else doesn’t exist. Though I have no idea what these numbers mean. Is it good?” She’d ask Estaria.

“I…it’s….yea” the woman would shift a bit more, and catch her breath. “A trained human soldier is at 10 in their stats. Level is roughly between 3 and 4” 

 

Elou would stare for a moment, and then give a slightly disappointed shrug. 

“Well, I really got weakened then, huh? I thought you scaled up to my Zarh, but it seems the power level of this universe is wildly below my one, so I got nerfed to fit in with everyone else. Sorry for nearly killing you” Elou would then turn and walk off back to the throne. 

 

Estaria, part stubborn bitch and part getting regeneration to ease the pain, would call out.

“Wait! I came here because I need a lot of experience very quick. Would….would you mind, getting…beaten by me?” Estaria asked, desperation making her mad. The idea that this woman was disappointed at being twenty times greater than a trained human in every aspect, was not something she was going to think about. That was just insane.

 

What else was insane, was Elouviana’s response. She threw her head back and let out a howl of laughter, rancor to shake the very building they were in. Eventually, however, she would stop the laughter and shake her head, throwing a book towards Estaria. It oozed blood, and growled at her when she reached out to touch it, but didn’t bite.

 

“No. Giving up hurts my pride, and as a Khornate Daemon, Pride is literally a part of me. But, for the humor and sheer balls of asking such a question, I can give you a bit of help. That book is the book you need. It will become whatever helps you the most in your quest for more power” she would return to her throne, and take a seat, crossing her legs. 

 

“Now, I am not in the business of bullying people. So you can go. Here’s hoping I stay existing and can see you later. Get strong, so we can have a proper fight, yea?”

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