Black Is Better – (Angel Smalls, Nat Turner) – Engine Trouble – BABES

Black Is Better – (Angel Smalls, Nat Turner) – Engine Trouble – BABES But he looked up as she entered. As long as the core reaches him.”

Verena offered her a leather belt — a strip of old, cracked ecclesiarch hide. Mom and son When a captured Astartes — Brother-Sergeant Caelen — was discovered deep behind enemy lines, a desperate plan was devised. Roxy sobbed around the belt. The pain was white, all-consuming. Her hands gripped her knees. Not metaphorically, but literally — enduring unbearable physical and spiritual pain to smuggle salvation through her own flesh. It was done. Roxy sobbed around the belt. After long, hellish moments, the weight slid free. “Are you certain?” Verena asked quietly. Vents hissed. The Emperor’s wrath ignited anew. “I am ready to die,” she whispered, the belt falling from her mouth. Roxy screamed. He was shaking — from the act, from awe, from the reality of what she had endured. A member of the Adepta Sororitas, Roxy once stood tall in power armor, her voice rising in hymn as bolter fire thundered in righteous fury. Her legs shaked. A vessel. Her entire body resisted — locked up — twisted in silent torment. Her legs shaked. Lights flickered. In the halls of the Reclusiam, a mural was painted in her honor. She never spoke of what she endured. After long, hellish moments, the weight slid free. The pain was white, all-consuming. She arched her back. Each movement brought fresh waves of agony. This tale does not seek comfort or triumph. “I carry the fire,” she whispered. She dropped to her knees, wincing at the shift in weight inside her.