Hello everyone and welcome to my first Warhammer 40k fanfic. For those of you who will think so I assure you it is not a self-insert. I hope you will enjoy reading this. Italic is for thoughts and bold is for superior beings like the Emperor or powerful Daemons.

Also English is not my native language so I'm sorry for the mistakes I could fail to correct.

See you later!

Chapter 1: Not as planned

Today was a good day for the young man known as Josh Darvin. It was Saturday morning, he was alone for the week end and he just bought a new model for his Daemon army.

"With this the army will be complete!"

Tall and slim, with short brown hair and blue eyes, the young man was twenty years old and just like the people of his age, was very fond of something. In fact he was a total nerd about it: owning almost every unit of every army the game could offer. What game you ask?

Warhammer 40k of course!

The tabletop game, the video games, he knew everything (almost) about the grimmdark universe. His bedroom was an altar to the glory of his favorite entertainment, a shrine dedicated to the awesomeness of the forty first millennium. Every race was present, from the mighty Space Marines to the deathless Necrons. Actually on his way back home, Josh couldn't help but grin. Such a rare model at such a low price, and with the codex mind you! Surely it was more than just worth it, it was fate! The piece was a must have in every Daemon army: a Warp Rift!

Latest unit released by Games Workshop, the Warp Rift could only be used by a Greater Daemon of Tzeentch but at each turn you could roll a dice and summon a specific kind of daemonic reinforcement, from little servants of Nurgle to Bloodletters or Horrors, the only exception being a Greater Daemon. Hell you could even call the daemonic equivalent of a heavy tank if you were lucky enough!

The happy boy opened the door of his house located in a quiet and calm neighborhood. Rushing to his room he quickly opened the package, releasing its content on his desk. He then carefully took the pieces and started to assemble them with the special glue he had bought for the tabletop figurines. He started with the smallest parts, such as the little flames and the lightning while admiring the details. You could see a hand coming out already; the claw like base used to maintain the rift was covered in eyes and fangs. It was radiating pure evil, and the amount of trolling you could achieve with this jewel was just too damn high. The young man sighed with happiness: Tzeentch was really his favorite dark god.

Suddenly the telephone's bell interrupted his thoughts and he left his room grumbling. Of course, it had to be when he was busy when something really important! Couldn't they call him when he was studying instead?

"Hello Josh, it's mom. How are you doing?"

Of course, it had to be his mother.

"I'm fine mom, I'm fine. I'm currently waiting for the glue to dry before painting my new model."

"You mean your last doll? Don't forget to work too you still have an essay to finish."

"MOM! It's not a doll I'm not a little girl! It is a Warp Rift and it helps Daemons to receive new soldiers on the battlefield!"

"Whatever, tell them not to eat all the cookies."

"… I don't think they would come for your cookies mom, but don't worry I know what I'm doing."

"Okay I trust you son, your dad says hi by the way. See you Monday!"

"Bye mom, take care of you!"

He hung up and returned to his room. He loved his parents of course but they had this irritating habit to call him when he was in the middle of a 40k related activity. Talk about mood killers! But it was irrelevant, his special glue was most certainly dry by now and he could start painting. It was the longest part of the process but he really enjoyed it. He casted a quick glance to his new purchase before opening a closet and taking his stuff: painting pistol, newspaper paper, colors… everything he needed to make his new piece totally fabulous. He smiled, thinking about the very first time he had painted. It was a Space Marine, and he had completely forgotten to thin his paint. Oh boy, the laugh he and his friend had had this day!

He looked again and froze. The Warp Rift, having the place of honor on his desk, was now purple and red, with shades of blue and pink. This was completely impossible, he hadn't even started! He came closer to take a better look at it, dropping his stuff on the floor. Were his eyes playing with him or was the thing… shining?

The Rift inflated, swelled, deforming itself until it filled the room. Before Josh could even think or scream it swallowed him, before shrinking and disappearing. On the desk was now a model, inert and colorless, but still smoking.

Josh was no longer in his room. Instead he was on a hard and cold floor, in what looked like a dark alley, curled up in fetal position. His entire body was paralyzed in pain and faint purple lightning were enveloping his figure. He couldn't think, he couldn't move. After what seemed to be an eternity the lightning faded away and the pain decreased until it was gone. The young man tried to get up on his feet but failed and instead lost consciousness.

He could have stayed here and died from hunger but this was not what fate wanted for him. Instead, two figures, attracted by the noise and light, appeared. One was tall and muscular; the other was slim and elegant.

"What is this? What is he doing here?"

"I do not know, but it seems he needs help."

"We should report him to the Arbites. Could be a heretic."

"I doubt that. Help me will you, we will take him home and ask questions later."

"Hm. I still think it's a mistake but if you insist."

The two unknown lifted Josh and left, leaving no trace of his presence here. The young man was now in the hands of Fate, unaware of what was awaiting him.

And done. About the Warp Rift I don't play the tabletop game and didn't read the Daemon codex so I don't know if it already exists, if it's broken or not. Tell me what you think of it, constructive criticism is welcome.