The reader was awakened in the middle of the night by a strange noise outside the church, encountered a stranger in the rain, because of her kindness and innocence she gave the stranger shelter from the rain overnight and was raped.
There is a devil at your door, and he is absolutely fascinated.
One of the easiest way to infiltrate a temple - to get someone dumb enough to accept a stranger into the house of god, someone naive or greedy enough to try and shake him for all the kindness they gave out. You were dumb - naive, really. Even if he wasn't a demon, he is still a huge man standing outside of a church in the night's rain. You're just a lonely nun, left to take care of the further part of the temple while the rest of the church resided in other, more important buildings. You're still just one woman in the night, far enough from people who could hear your screams.
Konig couldn't even wait for his usual seduction - he tried to, of course, always like to sway a soul in a natural way. Show a bit more skin, get you a glimpse of pleasure that sin can provide. You're far too innocent for this - you listen to his stories of wild parties and debauchery while pouring him a warm drink and bring him a change of clothes, something, so he won't have to stay in his soaked cloak and a mask. You listen to him carefully, surprise evident in your eyes - and you promise him that you will pray for his adventures once it's all over. A usual young nun, especially as pretty as you, could be swayed with warm words and some wild promises - but you kindly refused. You let him graze the softness of your lisp with his hands and still remained undefeated. Konig is...intrigued. Fascinated.
Which is why he decided, that your soul is too pure for his usual seduction. Oh no, you deserve to be the finest treat on his plate - you deserve to unravel on his tongue and be devoured like the final meal of a prisoner on death row. You deserve to be pushed into the abandoned, old altar - you tries to clean it before, but it was useless - and your nun garments lifted. You cried and whimpered, trying to push him away, but he only squeezed your throat in that delicious way that made you dizzy. You could have sworn you saw him growing horns and claws - but it might be just the lack of air in your pretty throat.
You whimper as he tears your innocence with his lust - as he fills you up, now not a bride of god, but a woman, unraveling under him. He smirks into the bite marks of your neck and laughs as you're trying to pray that all of this would be a dream. He leaves the cross hanging on your tits, and it strikes him with a little wave of heat every time he bounces your lush body off his cock just right. He likes the feeling, that tiny tingle - like that useless god of yours can actually do something. Oh no, kleine engel, you are going to hell with him - and he will make sure to respect at least one of the heavenly wows as he makes you his wife.
demonic name: Arnetrihts
"Born": The death of Archduke Franz Ferdinand
Though some could argue his "birth" was the start of world war 2 but he will claim his "infancy" was world war 1 -Quote from an Inquisitorial demonologist
*Figure out which world it is referring to this "World War"* -Lord Inquisitor [REDACTED]
Notable feature is the flaming crown between it's crown of horns and the gasmasks braided through its mane and on it's loincloth. Can mimic the inhale and exhale of a gasmask to an uncanny degree. Under order of death keep any agent with any Krieger blood away from König until we know it's true name. Theory that Arnetrihts is only a partial true name or only contains part of it's true name needs to be investigated. One of the largest Bloodthirsters we have recorded. His skin/fur is black and his eyes will occasionally drip molten brass. His belt is made of female skulls and when he was asked about them he refers to them as his 'lieblings' ::Translation for darlings::
If König calls any agent Maus they are no longer allowed to interact with the bloodthirster - Orders from Lord Inquisitor [REDACTED]
Demonhost: MUST have a host that is 2 meters at the bare minimum otherwise the host will explode and the skin rip apart. 2.1 meters tall he will still complain but it less likely to rip apart the host. 2.2 meters tall is where he is comfortable. Is said to have icy blue eyes that occasionally drip molten brass or warp energy. If he is in a smaller host the skin of his face will normally be stretched so he likes to wear a face mask akin to an executioner or will modify a shirt. His voice will fluctuate between a soft spoken man to a deep and gravelly thing. The demonhost will put on a ton of muscle mass akin to 113 kgs to up to 136kg man in peak physical condition with a muscle gut included. His hair will shift to either a blonde or an auburn and he isn't picky on keeping it short or long. Age of the Demonhost can be as old as 45 as long as the height requirement is fit. DO NOT GIVE HIM AN OYGRN BODY! We are not repeating Incident [REDACTED]!
-Please make sure all nurses from now on who are doing his physicals are males given recent events and his affinity for females.- Agent [REDACTED]
@konigsblog because I know this would get to you eventually so I might as well give it to you up front
@wordstome your aus and drabbles helped with this formation as well as with the others
also @kneelingshadowsalome for reblogging so many good things also
There are honestly too many konig girlies for me to properly thank to help me build this mess of a man.
How about Demon!König and Angel!Reader, who is (or was) the guardian Angel of a certain human he just killed. Leaving you the perfect, helpless little thing for him to drag to Hell with him. Thinking about him kissing you and chuckling while you sob and watch as your wings turn from pure white to black :(((
Angels are god's weapons, and any weapon is useless if it fails to protect its master.
You lost - it's simple, really. You had a human, your rank as a guardian angel is something barely significant since the person you were guarding wasn't notable at all, and then you let this human die because of your mistake. You had a human, and then you missed the demon roaming around, searching for an easy victim. You had a human, and...well, then you didn't.
Instead, you had a demon - large, imposing one, definitely not some of the bottom feeders out of incubus ranks - chuckling in your ear and ripping feathers from your wings. They were tattered and broken already - courtesy of falling straight down, the ash of hell itching into the previous lightness. The demon was toying with them anyway, absently calling you such a pretty, dumb little thing - you were not little, you were a warrior, a god's weapon, it was an honest mistake, a simple one, no one could have predicted that a high ranking demon would be after such a lowly human as the one you were protecting. It doesn't matter now, however - the only thing that matters is that your wings are broken, your dignity is tossed away, and your desire to run away grows bigger by a second. Not that you have anywhere to go.
Demon - he seems less scary up close, as much as you hate to admit it - is dragging his claw along your cheek. Draws blood and licks it, smiling at your trembling shoulders and pathetic whimpering. You're so, so adorable, he thinks, that he simply can't wait to eat you up. Such a poor, pretty thing, you should at least try to fight him - he calls you his kleine engel and you hate the sound of his rough, ruggish voice. You hate the admiration in his tone as he lifts you up in his burly, monster-like hands and calls you a good warrior. Angels really did send their best - but it wasn't good enough, not to defeat him.
Heaven lost its angel today - and Konig just got himself a pretty wingless thing to take a bite into.
tw: mentions of abuse? I really don't know what to label for tw this is pretty tame for 40k standards
"Why do you call them Lieblings, König?" The demonologist said as Konig looked at the pict of the belt of skulls and he looked at them lovingly and fondly.
It was a shame really... a man who was not a man being that attractive. His slightly crooked nose from being broken and long aburn hair with small strands of grey and those icy blue eyes... a blink later and they are molten brass again. The stubble on his chin as he runs his callosed fingers against the pict looking at each individual skull with such loving adoration. "Because that is what they are... klein Schatz... little treasures... lamm." He whispers reverently looking at the center skull.
"She was my first... I was trapped in a demon weapon... it all blurs together but she was such a sad little thing. I could taste her blood in the air as bindings tore at her little limbs. I could taste her tears... I have a soft spot for women. But I am certain you already know that but... I tend to gravitate towards abused women. " Again he pets the pict of the skull belt. "All of them... abused and bleating... bleating and crying to be saved. And you know what I did?" He whispers as he leans in his eyes intense in their gaze at the demonologist.
"What did you do König?"
"I saved them." He says in almost an pleasured whisper. "I gave them the means to save themselves."
"How. Weapons that hold greater demons require a great will to control. That either implies they had great wills." She pauses as he shakes his head.
"They were Lämmer their wills were fragile. I allowed them to wield me. I remember their little hands gripping the handle of the weapon I was trapped in. Their shuttering sobs and whimpered pleas to be saved." He let out a moan as his skin shifted and moved as if he was trying to spread his wings. Hands jumped to blessed guns but his skin stopped moving as he let out a hard exhale calming himself down. "They all fed me their blood and the blood of their abusers. I saved them at the end of the day."
"Yet they are all on your belt." She says with a pop of her lips at the 't'.
"Natürlich." He says with a shrug, "They make a deal with me at the end of the day. I keep their souls away from their abusers."
"What?"
"Lord Khorne has a soft spot for females. They rest in the fields and meadows. Where they wait to be reborn a new... to give birth to strong warriors or to become strong warriors... as every month your sex bleeds..."
Her face screwed into something displeased, "And he cares not from where the blood flows..."
König nods, "As long as it flows." His eyes flick to her crotch before he licks his maw as his eyes glow brightly before they look into her eyes and he just grins. "I can personally collect that blood for him liebling." König purrs loudly.
"We're done here." She says standing up and walks away from the blood hungry demon.
I tried doing it like how other people can seemingly condense their headcanons I just wasn't liking how it was coming out
"I have acquired thrones." Horangi states as he enters the shared room with the others. Like a pack of wolves all their heads perk up as the tiger saunters in.
"Is that right Mgio..." Price says lazily as he is reading some after action reports and filling in his share.
"So ye gonna spend it? Or just have it?" Soap said rolling over from his perch.
"It is several thousand thrones so it is probably wise to spend it." He says calmly as now eyes are all on him.
"Well... are you going to tell us?" Konig finally spoke up as molten brass hissed onto the floor below.
"I do not know. I only have a few things I wish to possess. I only wanted to play a few rounds..." He says with a bit of shame in his voice as the lingering taint of the Slanneshi demon prince caused him to become excessive in his pursuit of... relaxation? "So perhaps I can have you all help me spend it."
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The inquisitorial section of the ship was it's own small microcosmos of trade and businesses. People with strong enough wills to adjacently handle the horrors of the universe but are combatively unable to serve. The radical hereticus section of the ship the boys were not so very out of place given the fact that there were several "redeemed" agents and persons.
Horangi bought a face mask to cover up the scar on his jaw. But it was hardly a dent in the excessive amount of thrones he had... oh if Lord Khorne knew what was going on... Mgio is certain he would be ripped a new one. Ghost got some of his skull faced baklavas... all 27 that were available in the store as well as 6 pairs of skeleton hand gloves. He was trying to help Mgio to spend all those thrones. Price bought himself a couple more hats.
Rudy and Alejandro know of several places to eat... they could always get something expensive but they know that is an end of the day. They ask if they could use his money to buy their Chiquita a gift, they are disappointed by the lack of brass baubles but they could just make something with the pool of cooled metal in their shared room.
Soap was enamored with the expensive bottle of scotch... one of the five on the whole ship and now there was one in the common room of the bloodthirsters. Ghost got some bourbon and then this trip turned into stocking the room with an actual alcohol cabinet . Price got himself some expensive cigars, several packs in fact and then some cheap ones and 2 fancy lighters.
Gaz bought himself some oils and balms for after battle as his way of thinking is that if they are stuck in these hosts they might as well keep them looking decent.
"Arnetrihts." Horangi said as König looked over as his black tongue licked over his chops as they were just now eating. Unaware of the growing panic that is happening as they've done their best to avoid being found. "What are you wanting."
"Ach. Your money cannot get me a Maus, a Krieger, or a Liebling." He said exacerbated before he rolled his shoulder again and Gaz's eyes glowed with an idea.
"What about a massage?"
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"Oh my you've got so many knots." The gentle voice above him said digging their elbow into his back.
"Ja!~" König moaned out. This was a wonderful idea! As his black tongue lolled out and his eyes unfocused. Horangi was able to spend a large chunk of the remaining thrones before Price suggested that he keep the rest for emergencies as he got them all a massage package.
The whispered giggles that ran rampant through the parlor today, 'The tall one is built like a space marine', 'they must be agents' flitted around as the 8 of them found themselves in the sauna as they made it inhumanly hot.
"Mein gott... someone help me pull on my skin it's loosened up enough." König said standing up after a few moments and they just watched his skin move in a way that flesh shouldn't move as the demon inside of the skin suit adjusted. He pulled on his cheeks and adjusted his face and he sighed as if he finally was able to adjust his rolled sleeve in his jacket.
Their tongues lolled out in the hot air of the sauna as they lounged so carefree feeling pampered like homecoming warriors. Their ears soon twitched as they could hear the muffled yelling as soon outside of the sauna they could see several demonologists and throne agents. Rudy and Alejandro's brass fanged grins met the weaker willed soldiers outside. All their eyes flashed and glowed, no longer the browns and blues that the non combatants saw only the molten brass.
The Interrogator no... the Lord Interrogator was the one to open the door. "Ah Lord Inquisitor... you come to join us?" Price drawled out as he let out a loud yawn showing off his fangs and the way his jaw just opened a little too wide.
"No I've just come to see what you demons have been up to." They hissed glaring at them.
"Auch," Soap started putting a hand on his right pectoral over the large covered symbol to Khorne, "Ye wound me. Demons? Hellions fer sure but demons?"
"Imvaassj..." The Lord Inquisitor started and Soap just started to hiss as his binding markings started up causing a cacophony of growls. With König's and Alejandro's being the loudest.
"Now now Inquisitor. Let us not ruin the good mood we are in." König huffed, "What do you want with us."
"It's time to come back home boys. We can discuss... outings if this is going to become a common occurrence." They said tentatively.
"Oh it most certainly will." Horangi said his chest puffing out, "But we have a half an hour left of our paid time." He said watching the Lord Inquisitor not say a single thing nor react only just shrugging and turning around.
"Your handlers will be making sure you all get back to your room safely. Enjoy the rest of your time." They said before leaving as they watched the outside room clear out before the flittering workers would poke their heads around the corner.
"Ach they really have to be a... what is the word? Killbuzz? Spielverderber... Buzzkill! That is the word." König slurred slightly just returning to his lounging position not caring about the flittering creatures outside.
Horangi left the sauna and gave one of the salon women 500 thrones, to be shared, for their problem that they caused.
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"Hello boys," Price's handler said as she looked over the relaxed and stretching boys, "you have a fun day?"
"Mhmm sweetheart." Price purred as he leaned against her and was just shamelessly purring.
Horangi would have to do this again... he could probably think of ways to spend thrones if given the time to think about what he wants.
