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The drone’s light flickered. When it steadied, a shape stood in the shadows of the broken webway gate. Taller than a human. Armour of interlocking bone and obsidian, flayed-skin cloak whispering against the deck. A helm like a shrieking skull, its eyepieces twin points of crimson malice.

She picked up the prop. It was a beautiful thing, a barbed coil of fibre-optic cables that pulsed with a soft, violet light. She cracked it against the metal floor. A pretty spark.

He touched her cheek. His nail was a sliver of diamond-sharp crystal. It drew a single bead of blood. OnlyFans - Octokuro - Drukhari Xenos Witch gets...

But the Drukhari are not a people who tolerate mockery.

“Continue,” the Drukhari Archon said. Its voice was the scrape of a knife on a whetstone, yet it resonated deep in her marrow. “You have an audience, witch .” The drone’s light flickered

The view count stuttered. Then froze.

The air in her studio, a repurposed cargo container on the outer fringes of the Veridian system, turned cold. Not the chill of a failing heat-sink, but the utter absence of warmth. The kind of silence that exists between heartbeats. Armour of interlocking bone and obsidian, flayed-skin cloak

No one could turn it off. No one could look away.

In the dark of the webway, a Drukhari Archon smiled at his new pet performer. “Smile for the camera, little witch. The real show has just begun.”