Warhammer 40K: Anti-Haremist [OC]

[ALT] Smartphone: Prologue Perhaps

Kyrie, having failed to secure a device to suppress her humanity—her emotions—she left the Forgeworld through a Warp portal. In her confusion and unstable emotions, she decided to stay in the Warp for Emperor-knows-how-long.

Her form dismantles itself into her original—the state that started it all after her death.

Images of her past flashbacks in her head; her mother kissing her on the forehead, her little sister showing Kyrie her good grades with glee, and the loving relationship with her significant other.

Then tragic versions of those memories surface; her mother losing her job and weeping in the kitchen, gunshots—her sister embracing Kyrie as blood flowed warm onto her clothes, and the loving relationship she had turned out to be a false promise, a ploy.

Kyrie: "When will I realize that this tantrum should just end?..."

Rhetorically speaking, acknowledging the fact, but doing nothing about it, like a continuous downward spiral of acknowledgment and fear or angst/apprehension.

Curling herself up into a ball and emitting a shadow within the Warp to hide her psychic presence, she sleeps.

And yet, she hears a voice in her dreams.

"So you are alone too."

The shadow was dispelled by a clawed finger made of daemonic metal, but by this point, Kyrie was slumbering. The being shrunk down to the size of a human.

"Come, then, little one."

With both daemonic hands of tainted metal, the being of steel wings and golden bellows for eyes took her, carrying her. The motion of his tainted metal being caused her to inch around a little.

Kyrie: "... Father..."

She dreampt of her father's time with her, manifesting in the Warp as a mist of blue around her body, caressing even Vashtorr's very being.

A gasp of gas escapes the vent-like mouth of the entity before it lowers its head.

"All is well, my... child."

The entity brings her to the Forge of Souls. This entity of the Warp was none other than the Arkifane of the Forge of Souls, Vashtorr.