Warhammer 40k Fanfic - Reborn's Revenge

Chap. 0 - Prologue

Previous clarifications.

I want to make a couple of things very clear. I'm a relatively new fan of this universe and most of my knowledge comes from YouTubers @3Huntle0 and @arkhanotv. If they want, they give it a spin and encourage it with their videos, which are very entertaining and never boring to watch. Unfortunately, they both are in Spanish. With that said, it should be noted that I'm not a loremaster and I may make mistakes, so let me know. With this clarified... let's begin.

My English isn't the best and I know I make a lot of mistakes, but I'll try my best.

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Darkness. Was there anything more relaxing than that? Many might be afraid of the mysteries that the darkness hides from the eyes, but in the 40,000 universe this was by far one of the most sought-after luxury. The feeling of peace, the fact of not having to see what could kill you, the fact of not having to face death every second was something that no Space Marine could imagine would be so pleasant.

He didn't know where he was or how he got to that place, but he did know that he was no longer on the existential plane. He knew that, because he no longer had pain in his liver. He still remembered the time a demon plunged its sword into his abdomen and destroyed his organ, which he never stopped aching until then. At the time he thought that he would actually die, but he would not allow that to happen without first taking the demon with him, splitting himself in half with his mighty sword cleaver.

Back then he thought he would die, but he could remember the torturous operation the surgeons performed on his wounded body without using anesthesia. He could remember every cut, every stitch, every contraction of his body. But despite having survived, that pain never left him, like a reminder of how fragile his body could be while undergoing improvements in such a grim universe.

But that was in the past. That pain no longer tormented. In fact, nothing did. For the first in the hundreds of years he had lived he felt relieved. In fact, he didn't feel anything, and that was a very nice feeling.

He didn't know if he could get bored of such "pleasure," but if there was one thing he could be sure of, it was that he would enjoy it as much as he could. He had heard the stories that the god of chaos, Nurgle, would enjoy doing atrocities with his soul once he reached the warp, but that didn't matter to him. He just wanted to enjoy the moment.

To his surprise, a strange purple smoke began to surround us, while a dim dark light gradually showed him a frightening warp tide that swirled around his being. "Looks like it's about time." It was the only thing he thought, accepting the fact that he would not feel so much peace again in what was left of eternity. This was true, but not in the way he imagined.

A strange light blinded him for a few moments, but eventually allowed him to see where he was. There was no question, he could recognize the tide of warp that surrounded him, but for some reason, he could stay alive despite being exposed to the void without wearing his armor. When he reacted, he looked to where he stood, staring in disbelief as his seven-foot-long body seemed unaffected by the difromity. That was simply impossible. Mere contact with this energy was enough to turn him into a completely different creature. But how?

Much was his surprise when he looked up and saw a huge figure in front of him. A figure that, in his mind, he never thought to see in his existence.

An image that unknowingly was a reflection that he himself had in his mind of that being, because, after all, the gods of chaos did not have a specific form.

He appeared before him a female figure of peculiar beauty, but with various parts of her body that resolved her stomach. An extremely sensual and naked body, an impossibly beautiful face, and sensually silky white hair. Although he wore an antlers with four horns on his head that gave him a terrifying appearance.