A Monster in Hell: A 40K Story

Chapter- 1

I assumed at first that the Banker had given me a system, like so many self-inserts do. I was immediately proved wrong: it was just me. The only things I currently had on me were the memories of Hades Helios Bryant, the one whose body I had currently taken.

H.H. Bryant was an orphan in Cadia, and was en-route to Prosan in the Cadian system to be trained. He was conscripted into the Guard. He was a nice guy like my outside personality, but he was actually too nice, and was weak and spineless. He was incapable of standing up to those who bullied him when he was young... unlike me.

So alike yet so different...

And now, as an unremarkable Guardsman, he expected to die. 

He had introduced himself to a very few of the others, and I carefully studied them: Brutus Javin, Desmond Ross and Iden Larson. They were similarly unremarkable... but they were physically much more imposing. I was strong as well, but my strength came largely from ME, not the body I inhabited.

Well... that would likely be fixed by recruitment training.

Also... I was in 998.M41. The Thirteenth Black Crusade was due in 999.M41, which meant I had a year to prepare before Failbaddon the Armless and Harmless came to claim his due against Cadia.

The ship began to draw into Prosan, as I tried to remember all I could about the Dark Millennium. It would be crucial to my existence, after all.

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"So, Hades Helios Bryant. Big name... little actual achievement." sneered Desmond, and then I realized he was also a bully. "Orphan, unremarkable guardsman. Likely will die when training ends. No memorials, nothing... what will you do, hmm, Bryant?"

"Well... better to be nothing than you." I replied. "You would likely be an easy target on the battlefield with how oversized your body is. That, and the sound of your whines." 

Brutus suppressed a snicker. Iden almost burst out laughing. We were in a room of five, and the four of us were roommates. The fact that we would have to share a room with Desmond was disheartening, but unfortunately a problem.

"Oh, you are calling me fat?" sneered Desmond, his face turning a shade of puce. 

"Well, you look like you were made from Orks, so...?" I trailed off nonchalantly.

Desmond was easily triggered by a sub-par insult. Of course, the idiot. He ran at me, his weight slowing him down.

I waited for him, then stepped aside. It was easy. Grabbing his neck, I slammed his face into the wall above my bed. Then I kicked him in the butt, as he dripped blood from his face. I socked him several times in the face and followed up with a few to the stomach. I ended it with a kick to the nuts, knocking him out.

One of the soldiers had made it clear that such incidents were not punished unless there was serious injury, or death. These things were common in this area, what with common village Cadians beating up arrogant rich brats all the time. 

Brutus growled: "Awesome, man! That boy was pissing me off!"

Iden made a fist-pump in the air. Idiot, I dismissed his character. He was clearly dumb enough to hero-worship someone, I thought.

It was at this moment that the fifth roommate arrived. 

And I was taken aback.

Gods, she is perfect. Tall, slim, with a perfect face and baby-blue eyes framed by a curtain of long red hair, a gorgeous body and legs that seemed to go on for miles.