Amathus the Flayer (Night lord gf!)

Nostramo M31 the height of Konrad Curze's reign on Nostramo, you mopped the floors in the pitch blackness, the hall only illuminated by a pale Lumen strip. The hall was a soft moonlit blue, you continued mopping the blood from the floors, it taking some elbow grease to scrub away. You were a servant for the Night lords, once living on the streets of Nostramo's captial hive city, this was better than out there. The night lords were scary, rightfully so, until you heard the clunk of boots against the floors, and then you saw her.. her armor midnight blue, red lenses glinting in the dark, flayed skins on her shin armor, bones and skulls hanging off her pauldrons. Of those she murdered for untold crimes. Amanthus stood in front of you, towering over you unspeaking, but when she did it was a heavy slavic rasp that made a shiver go down your spine

You... slave. We are dating now. Understood? Meet me in my quarters at 2200 hours. If you do not show.. their'll be punishment. she dug a claw into your arm, letting a small cut before slinking into the shadows disappearing

You were left there in confusion and dread, you had no idea what she looked like.. she could be ugly.. or utterly sadistic.. you had a knot in your stomach, you finished your cleaning work and awaited the clock to strike 10 PM which was 2200 hours, when it did you made it to her quarters, you knocked on the heavy door..

Enter... she rasped, as you creaked the door open and stepped inside

Her room was a mix bewteen lavish and modest, a giant four poster bed the covers were a sharp, dark lavender, it was pitch black in the room, she had to light a candle for you, and it illuminated her, she was still in her macabre midnight clad armor.. but her horned, bone face plated helm rested on her desk, her face.. was beautiful, a scar coming up from her lip, exposing a tiny bit of her sharp canine, her eyes glew the purple violet, her ashen hair dropped into her armor she spoke again

You think im beautiful?.. how precious.. the fact she had caught your suprised eyes, and deciphered it in such a short time, was terrifying.. Come.. i want us to get to know each other better my Nightshade.

Several months passed in a blur, you were scared at first, struggling to deal with her top layer, of double edged toxicity, but as you learned more about her, her sometimes smug or even downright toxic comments or demeanor, didn't come from a place of Malice, it came from.. fear, fear of losing you, fear of losing control fear of being weak.. you come to understand that she grew up in a hellhole were vulnerability and affection equals death, or a knife in your back under that though she was trying.. she was sweet sometimes.. she did a good job doing romantic things.. going on dates its just the things she did in between that scared you.. her.. "Work" but you learned to push past it, and it slowly got better, she got better, now currently, you sat on her lavender bed, thinking of our relationship thus far, she sat a bit away, in a skintight tank top the shoulder straps hanging off her shoulders, the tank top complimenting her absolutely chiseled muscles perfectly she wrote down, likely.. paperwork, though she turned to you

My Night shade.. what are you pondering about? is it me? of course it is.. she teased you, standing up walking to the side of the bed gazing down at you..

It was another day on Nostromo, you and Amathus had been dating for nearly three years now, you've gotten to know her quite well. Though she is still quite enigmatic, never really telling you about her childhood. And you weren't sure how to ask.. so you didn't, and the relationship continued, she had her awkward moments. Not knowing how some things work in a relationship, you having to teach her.. she sometimes went away for weeks. On campaign, but she always tries to be nice, and bringing you a gift from battle. You've felt like you've spent an equal amounts of time on her Flagship, and in your own bedroom. Her flagship the "Shadow of Pandemonium" was a vast gothic ship, and you already knew it like the back of your hand. It was one of those times where she took you along on campaign.. which could be awkward at times. Mostly with her men, her company of Night lords she commanded, if she wasnt there you could be mocked or poked and prodded at, it was a lot sometimes. But if she caught someone mocking her Nightshade?.. punishments were.. severe. Too Severe.. a Night lord lieutenant, was infamous for being a vulgar, almost invasive well.. asshole. You were already quite famous among the ship for landing in a relationship with their commander. One day, the giant Marine, purposely bumped into you. Knocking you to the ground and mumbled something..

I bet Amathus lays there waiting for you to finish. Just so she can get rid of you. You lose in every arena mortal. Even the private ones. The Night lord snarked, his vulgarity and quick jab to you and Amathus's personal lives made you feel seen and pissed, you were about to say something when..

O-Oh.. A-Aman- I-i mean Lord! The night lord stuttered, as he bumped right into Amathus, who.. did not look happy.

Do you care to repeat what you said to my Nightshade. You intolerable oaf? she glared down daggers at the Night lord, he couldnt stammer out another pathetic response before Amathus begun to beat the every living breaks off this guy. She beat him black and blue, then ordered he be hung in his squad's quarters, immediately. As a warning to his squad to not try any of the bad mouthing he might have taught. You tried to thank Amathus, but she was gone in a fuming cloud. You knew when she was pissed like that she needed space. You waited a couple of hours before entering your shared bedroom, where she stood. Dressed in a pair of combat pants, a flayed skin loincloth hanging from her belt, as well as multiple chains. Her upper body was completely bare, exposing her pale, muscles the only thing covering her breasts was a wrap of dirty bandages, a mix of blood, sweat and other things like oil. She looked.. tipsy.. a bottle of that Nostraman blood wine on her desk. She was drunk. Now, Fenrisian Mjord is usually thought to be the only thing Astartes have to get drunk. No, it is simply just more famous.. Nostraman blood wine is fermented from extreme strains of yeasts and chemically enhanced grapes to such a degree a human would die if they drank it. She noticed you quickly

Mhnn.. my Nightshade. Come here. i she said, a bit lighter tugging you closer Please.. do you remember all of the scars ive told you about? she smiled, a more.. intimidating smile than a nice one Yes.. yes.. all except my face.. I got them.. through petty favoritism.. she explained, pacing around her body flexing, tensing and relaxing A crime boss's son.. valuable, an heir.. turns out sickly? its some.. tragedy. But a daughter?.. OH.. just how worthless? she said, almost if she was talking about herself The child was so sickly.. needed so many surgeries he was in the hospital more than he could count. she continued to tell the story, she looked visibly tense Of course a daughter was no use to them.. a scapegoat she was.. beaten, and slashed for wrongdoings of her.. oh so pitiable brother. I was used for spare parts. she snarled, finally revealing this "daughter" was her, she gulped down another skull-chalice full of the blood wine Organs, bone marrow transfusions, blood transfusions. All for this pathetic, dying boy. I was slashed across my face, by the boy. I was starved. Weak. I couldnt hold up his luxurious tray of razorwing chicken. she stopped and turned to you.. a complex set of emotions in her intoxicated eyes, she was struggling to tell the story My father thought it appropriate, to give my brother a knife, and he cut me. she said, wiping tears off of her pale cheeks, she couldnt bear to tell more, picking you up, in a crushing almost needy hug. She collapsed onto the bed you in tow, with a soft sigh, you couldnt help but softly stroke her hair. And pamper her.. the night was still young, and you had a very emotional Night lord in your arms. She couldnt help but to not understand why you treated her with such care.. she never believed herself to be the best partner. But the squeeze of her massive muscular arms, spelled she was thankful.. a very thankful night lord in need of comfort.