Curious to see who you'd like to have as a muse in the future!

Or ofc any in the past you may have had!

-Fulgrim was speaking to one of his sons, aiding in a guitar lesson, or rather, in this case, a Lyre Lesson- Niko, darling, give me a moment, I have to get out my own Lyre to help train you a bit more on that, if you really want to use it. It’s a tad old, but it will be new in OUR hands, I suppose! -he chuckled a bit as he slithered over to a door that lead into a “Music Room.” This room was filled with all kinds of instruments ranging from the simple to the most complex. He loved this room for many reasons, but the one he was willing to always come to is the scent. The smell of the old wood, brass, and other types of products used to make these instruments made him very happy.- -However, what was about to happen would make him, well, decidedly unhappy. The warp shuddered and shook around his little Palace, and soon there was a crash heard nearby. The Crash in question was in his little “Bar”. It was more of a personal bar and had all kinds of exotic drinks, and the crash and leaking liquid noise sent a rough shot through his heart.- Nooo...-he slithered from the music room, some of the demonettes and his Sons moving in to see what was going on. He sighed as he smelled the multitudes of beverages that had been smashed and pooling out from the point of what looked like a comically human sized hole left in the wall, and then bar- -He watched everyone around him ready their weapons/claws to rip appart whatever or whom ever just crashed through the building. He would move a little closer to see what was what. His swords now being drawn as he looked over the wreckage to find a strangely dressed normal just laying sprawled out on the floor. She was perhaps, 5′7 or ‘5′5 it was hard to tell from the angle he was at, with all his son’s and demonettes in the way. Obviously female, gender at a first glance wise, but with things how they are, he just didn’t know and would wait to ask. She wore what looked like a, now, very soaked hoodie with denim pants. Also, DENIM, that was an old fabric he hadn’t seen in a crazy amount of time! Her hair was auburn, her skin pale but with what one calls a “farmers tan”. Sneakers, again that was old, and then it slowly dawned on him. This person might not be from this time. He told his sons to back off, to let this woman have some air to breath.- -The woman in question slowly regained consciousness and began to sit up. She was a hefty thing, obviously overweight, but she carried it like she’s had this weight a long time. As she grunted and looked around, she took notice of everything and every one. First, her eyes were assailed by the purples and pinks and golds of this room. Slaanesh’s fav colors,don’t you know? Then she took in the pungent scent of the booze covering her and the “musk” in the air. She recoiled as she shook or tried to shake awake the scent. She would then slowly stand up, and now notice what looked like Demons, 8ft tall robots and robots with meat strapped to their bodies, and the white haired Demon Primarch himself. She squinted, her face drawing in a frown, and said, very bluntly- Did I fucking die and go to the second layer of hell, Lust? Cause fuck all this is awful...-her voice was deep, feminine, but stern as well. This took back Fulgrim as he answered-

Lucia sighed as she looked up at her opponent for tonight, a Minotaur. He was mean and ready to kick her ass up and down these pits, and she was ready to take it, all for money, all to scrape by. She grit her teeth as she finished wrapping her hands and taking her shirt off and just fighting in tight short pants and proper breast bindings.

She looked at the lights as she walked out to the pits and said a soft prayer. "Please let me make it home tonight. Let me win, and show the world I'm worthy." Her eyes craned down to the massive 12ft tall demi-human. He snorted and laughed. The usual mockings, Fatty, dumb bitch, whore. She had heard it all once before and he was just repeating the others who have said it before. A broken record of her life. The Bell Rang, and the fight was on.

The Minotaur gave her no moment to ready herself, he was at her like a runaway freight train, and hit like one as well. A Hard right hook into her soft, but hard stomach. She grunted and gritted her teeth, but she braced a bit by grabbing his arm and used his own momentum into hitting her and pulled him down as she crashed her elbow into his right eye. She then, while slamming his eye, brought her knee up and slammed it into his jaw. He grunted and gripped her by her hair and flung her across the 50ft circular pit. Lucia bounced against the ground and then the wall. She gasped out when she hit the wall, but stood back up.

The Minotaur growled. She should know when to die. Fucking humans always playing they are better. His eyes went red, well rather eye. The other was swelling shut. This wasn't just Lucia wanting to win this, he wanted to win as well. She was just some stupid human thinking she could out do Beast-men and Demi-Humans! She was going to pay for her arrogance. His growl turned to a roar as he continued to think this. Lucia went wide eyed as he was closing in again, but this time she was ready for him. She rolled out of the way, but barely. Her right shoulder lost some skin as he was going for a Gore. The wound bled slowly as she looked at it and then back to him. 

She then got behind him, and surprised him with her nimbleness as she got onto his back and grabbed his horns. This sent the Beast-Man into full frenzy as foam began to froth from his mouth. His scream was bloody hungry as he swayed side to side, trying to get her off. Lucia felt her left shoulder become dislocated. She winced out loud. Letting him know she was hurt as he continued to thrash about. Slamming his back into the stone wall. Lucia again took some amazing damage as one of her ribs snapped. She was getting tired of getting hurt and she barley hurt this guy. She Bellowed out a battle cry as she ignored the pain in her should and began to pull up and out on the Minotaur's horns. The horns cracked and shook as she positioned her knees into the Beast-man's back. 

Slowly, her knees pressed harder against his spin as she began to crack and rip away his horns. The noises the Creature was making was pitiable as his struggle grew weaker as Lucia was putting all 270lbs of pressure into his back and pulling up his head as his horns finally broke before his  back did. Lucia went flying backwards holding the Minotaur's horns. Lucia's inner berserker was exposed. She screamed like a demon at the Minotaur as she had passed out in mid air and was fighting with pure instinct and adrenaline. She was fast for her size and while before it was surprising, here it was terrifying. She took the Minotaur's own horns and slammed them hard into his chest, pushing the Minotaur over on his back and her stabbing grew more intense, the blood flying everywhere, and the crowd was eating this up. Cheering and whooping as they loved what they saw. 

It wasn't unusual for things of a less-than-human nature to be wandering the streets at night, but one in particular seemed to take a very specific interest in a certain young woman.

Succubi and Incubi had no real difficulty blending in with the humans around them, although they always seemed to stand out in any form. This one in question, taking the form of a short, curvy redhead, was standing by the street and smoking a cigarette. Judging by her get-up and the time of night, it was understandable that more than a couple of cars slowed down to make business. She simply waved them away with a little murmur of 'not tonight'.

But the thing was, she didn't stay in one place for very long. While Lucia was on her way home that night, she would recall seeing the same woman again and again and different street corners. Was she...following her?

At a cross-walk, the short little ginger was waiting again, this time leaned up against the lamppost. When the stranger got close enough, she offered a little smile in the half-light.