Summary: Fulgrim’s wife attempts to yet again put the pieces of her life together to find out how she got to where she was today.
Author Notes: Had this idea yesterday in the discord chat I’m in and just had to write it to get it out of my head. Thanks to @fulgrimfanboy for helping me edit it, and for inspiring me to actually write it.
Cw: drug use implied, loss of identity, dehumanization, unstable memory
FULGRIM’S FOLLY
It has been such a long time since she has last remembered a life before this. She couldn’t even remember her name, it has been so long. Her husband has called her Pilles for as long as she could remember; which to be fair isn’t very long due to the drugs and Slaneesh’s glorious offerings.
“What is my name, my beloved?” She asked looking up at the beautiful face of her lover.
“You don’t remember, my beauty?” Fulgrim responds, wrapping all four of his arms around her as they cuddle for a moment. She flicks her tail, curling it around his much larger one.
“I don’t.”
He takes a second to consider his response, “then you will be Pilles, for I have saved you and gifted you with the perfection of Slaneesh.” He smirks proudly, running a claw down her purple scales. “I have saved you from death itself, my queen.”
Pilles looks over at her beloved as he sleeps away the previous trip, attempting to rebuild long lost memories. How had she gotten to this moment? How had she gotten this daemonic form? She takes in the sword he keeps by his side a momentary vision of some kind, foggy yet there, tugs at her consciousness.
A woman standing on a deck of her husband’s ship watching as his ship returns from the planet he and his gene sons were conquering. She smiles as Fulgrim and his astartes disembark, excitement clearly on her beloved’s face.
“I see the mission was successful as always, my dear.” She watches him walk to her, perfect as always in her eyes. She spots the well crafted sword he was holding that he must of acquired during the battle.
“Naturally, my dear. The xenos were no match for my perfect soldiers.” He boasted proudly making her smile wider as she chuckles when he easily picks her up with one arm, eager to reunite with his wife.
The sword was what had ended up triggering the ascension she and her husband had been gifted. Slow, but methodical so slow not even her dear husband realized the impact it had on her til it was too late, and they both were lost. She wonders how long it took: months, years perhaps. She sighs as the memories swirled in her mind foggy, airy, rose tinted like the perfumes he had given her in a previous life, yet just out of reach of her mind’s eye.
Flashes of moments the two stole from the Imperium and the Crusade her love was responsible for, so they could have a semblance of peace in an otherwise chaotic universe. Brief glimpses of her in his arms waking from a night of sleep mixed with moments of her husband pleasuring her. Unbeknownst to her the sword lingering in the room’s corner the whole time slowly tainting their perfection.
She sighs as she shakes her head as she feels her beloved tighten his grip on her as he slowly comes out of his dazed sleep. What slight grasp she had of her memory flittering away, lost to the perfumes and drugs as she giggles spotting the chalice of spiced wine, choosing to live in the here and now, and leave the past where it lay. After all, Slaneesh had given her and her beloved, so many wondrous gifts so she may as well indulge as she likes.
Tags: @sleepyfan-blog, @aggresivemenace
