Warhammer 40k Fanfic - Reborn's Revenge

Chap. 1 - Hungry

The sudden sight of his green feet was something that really shocked him. To the point of crawling backwards, as if he wanted to escape from his own body. He had no idea what was happening, it had all been too sudden. They hadn't even explained to him what was happening. But all those questions vanished when he didn't feel the hot sand under his hands in his desperate attempt to escape from himself.

His mind hesitated for a second, as his eyes quickly focused his gaze on the sky, and only when his back hit the ground did he realize that he had fallen down a hole.

I was somewhat stunned. Apparently he had hit his head with something, and he felt a strong pain in that part of his neck. He slowly opened his eyes with a lot of regret, only to see the bright sun above him, as it slipped into a perfectly circular hole, over which he could see his green foot sticking out.

Little by little he was able to recover, using his hands to try to put his feet on the surface. He didn't seem to have any trouble moving freely, but she did notice his hands resting on a hard surface.

Turning around, he could see that he was sitting on what appeared to be a skeleton. He quickly tried to stand up scared, because the impression of sitting naked on some bones was not pleasant at all. He could barely keep hunched over in the hole he was in, when he could see the skeleton more clearly.

He was not human. That could be sure. It was coarser, bulkier, and had bones that seemed to make no sense. While it was known that humans could undergo somewhat drastic "modifications" in the year 40,000, this was unlike anything he had ever seen. There was no doubt. It was the skeleton of an ork.

Only when he was sure of this did he dare to go out into the blazing sun. Despite the fact that he told her to see correctly at first, little by little the desert panorama was revealed to him.

Hundreds, if not thousands of holes like these were scattered all over the place. Aware of this, he turned to the place from which he had come, and he was able to watch how the viscous fluids that kept him alive began to evaporate under the hot sun.

He approached with a somewhat dangerous curiosity, formulating a bunch of crazy theories in his head. Was this a human experiment? A mix between ork and human? Was he the only successful experiment? It was not difficult to draw that conclusion seeing where he was, and the curiosity to his questions made him look like a newborn child.

He was about to touch the viscous paste that surrounded the hole, trying to calm his desire for answers, when he felt a severe headache that almost made him fall to the ground while he screamed with all his might to try to resist the pressure his brain was subjected to. of orc.

A wave of memories shook his violently from him, memories that Slaanesh had blocked until he accepted the fact that he was no longer human. Everything he had lived through, as well as his encounter with the god of chaos came back to his mind as he felt his brain slipping out of his ears. Although not literally. Surely the god was tasting his suffering with great pleasure. And after several seconds that he had seemed centuries of torture for poor Kanan, his voice was subdued and the desert wasteland returned to his usual deathly silence.

Kanan looked up, but that face of an innocent and curious child had completely disappeared. He knew what had happened and what it was, although he was resigned to accepting it. That god of filth had reincarnated him as an ork, a dirty, bloody ork. Of all the creatures in the universe... why an ork?

Ironically, the answer had come to him of his own accord. The god of chaos only wanted to taste his suffering, as the god himself had said, but Kanan would not give him that benefit. He would resign himself to giving this pleasure to that entity of chaos just for his amusement. He would show that he was kaás powerful, at least enough not to let his mind give way to despair.