Not every war is waged across trenches or void‑choked battlefields. Some begin in silence — in the corners of the soul, in whispers behind locked doors, in the moment a sworn oath begins to crack. This is the war of conscience and corruption, where loyalty unravels from within.
He blinked; the stygian hall still stretched away from him. Lumens shone dim and crimson from recessed alcoves. Their light caught edges of friezes carved into the stone walls, the…
I was lost.I’m not sure how it happened; one moment I was on the transport to … wherever they were sending me, the next moment, I was swallowed by Chaos.…
Blood sprayed across his ceramite chestplate and the chapel walls in equal measure as Zalayt drove his chainsword deep into the ogryn’s chest. The beast looked absurd in long, flowing,…
‘Sigma-33/Mars, fire at that flying Tyranid.’My mistress, Magus Anydrus, simply gives the order. Her voice echoes through all my circuits, and obedience is immediate. I use my Lascannon on the…
He had sold his sister’s body for corpse-starch and sworn never to be that kind of bastard again. Now, he was damning strangers for the price of a meal-token.Against every…
Lethia had a friend. She didn’t exactly call it a “friend”, more like a “pet”. But where she lived, she didn’t have many friends, and she was glad to find the…
The towering halls of Vivessi Thricul were home to great and terrible works of art. Vivessi herself was the artist. She was a flesh sculptor, a blood painter, a composer…
Lorn was strong. That was all that mattered.An Ogryn’s worth was in his arms and shoulders, in how many rocks he could split digging the trenches, how many heavy shells…
Long have I served he whom they call The Emperor. I have no name but that which they gave me: 43. That was stamped on me in a time so…