Warhammer 40k: Between Gods and Monsters

by Titan of War

The journey of a half-immortal son of Athena who finds himself in a world that he thought once to be nothing more then fiction, trying to adept and survive in a universe Of unending battle and eternal War, where dying is lot more easier then living. Welcome to the Inquisition, Darius-hope you survive the experience and live where countless others die each moment. (under rewrite)

1. Prologue: Awakening within galaxy of war

Disclaimer: I don't own the other works/Concepts that are used in this work. This is a massive crossover between various other works (anime, books or movies), so be assured that the story is not going to be the same. It's also an OC which has been inspired by many other works, so I want to thank those who their works had inspired me to start this project.

About the story: I have been reading a lot of fan fictions lately and I have been getting this idea, every time that I read one of those stories with X-over crossover within them. So I decided to start and make my own work and with my own style.

So without future delays, let's go into the story.

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"We first saw him when he was brought into our hospital; he was no different from the many others that were wounded and in need of our attention and healing hands. Had we known who our eyes had laid-upon, we would never have allowed him to step into the front-lines without us taking arms beside him. Instead he left to face the heretic and the traitorous with nothing but Flak-armor and the weapons in his hands and with but five-hundred untrained that he had to lead to the front while we stood back. Ours will always be the sin of putting his holy life at risk and danger; it shall forever be the nightmare that will haunt our souls, the shame which will always prevent us from looking-up to the emperor when we finely stand in front of the golden throne." -hidden Notes found upon the book-archive of the order of the caring hand by inquisitor [redacted by order of the inquisition].

"For the emperor I fight, to the heretic I will serve Fire, to the traitor I will bring Death." -words attributed to five-hundred Faithful within the gardens of repentant, carved upon the throne of repentant.

Prologue

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The first thing that he felt when he slowly opened his eyes was the pain that shot-out throughout his whole body.

It was a good sign because it meant that he was alive despite all the injuries and wounds that he had sustained previously. The pain that he was feeling now, it was nothing compared to what he had felt before.

Blinking a few times to clear his vision, he had looked on as he found him-self laying down on a bed with many other beds beside him who were occupied by those who were either injured or tended to others.

"You have awakened, the emperor be praised." A gasp of female voice brought his attention as he looked towards the source of the voice and had to blink in surprise as he saw a woman who looked to be at her twenties with short silvery-white hair and was wearing a black-red trimmed robe with a winged human-skull mark on the shoulder. "Please, do not move. I shall call the sister-doctor immediately."

He could only look as she immediately called another women who was also wearing the same cloths that she wore with the exception that she was far more older and had an air of authority around her, his mind went into autopilot as he tried to understand exactly what was going on.

Last time he checked, a hospital nurse's uniform was white, not black and it didn't certainly have any kind of skull like emblems or signs on it.

"…can you hear me?" he heard the older women ask in front of him as she looked to him with worry, he nodded his head to assuage her worry.

"Yes," he answered firmly as old instincts took-over. His eyes started to analyze his surrounding before they gazed into the older-woman's eyes sharply. "Excuse me, but where am I?"

"You are in Saint Edrasius's hospital," the women answered compassionately and with care as she helped him sit against the pillow. "You're wounds seemed to have healed quite remarkably. Still, you will need rest if you are to recover you're full strength and be ready for duty, Guardsmen."

'Guardsmen…' he thought with puzzlement before looking down towards his bare upper body.

He could feel the bareness on his chest with bandages that covered his wounds and Firm chest; the years of intense training had given him an athletic body which not only focused on speed and agility but also on strength and endurance, The bullet wounds and cuts that were on his body were the product of perhaps centuries of fighting for survival and against opponents that outclassed him in many things.

He had served in the military before, so it was obvious that he had the look of an experienced special forces. The women must have been experienced in treating and dealing with military personal.

He also had decades of experience as a doctor under his belt, he knew that it was a miracle that he had found him-self alive in a hospital. Considering that the place that he had fought in was devoid of any human civilization or onlookers with the exception of his opponents who would not hesitate to kill him if given the Chance.

"How long have I been here, Doctor…" he trailed and looked to the women with the expectant look that seemed to suddenly remember that she hadn't introduced herself.

"Adrasia," she introduced herself, "Sister-doctor and canoness of the order of the Caring hand, one of the Orders Hospitaller minoris."

His train of thoughts came to a crashing halt as he heard the words, they sounded so familiar and he couldn't shake the feeling that he had read them somewhere before. But the only thing that his mind could come-up with was that the name Orders Hospitaller was used in a fictional universe called Warhammer 40k…

Wait a minute.

"It is not enough to serve the Emperor, or even to love Him. You must give to Him all that is you had, all you have, and all you shall ever have. You must give yourself over utterly and entirely to His divine will and become a vessel of that will. Only then is your sacrifice fitting." He recited one of the passages that he had seen from the Adeptus Sororitas page in the Warhammer 40k's Wikipedia and watched as the two women's eyes grew wide in surprise; his intense gaze carefully watched their eyes and instantly knew their unshakable belief in those words.

"Oh my, you must be a regimental officer if you are educated in the imperial lore in such depth." Adrasia beamed with approval, "it is rare to see an Astra militarum being so well-versed in the book of Sororitas, truly the quality of the emperor's warriors never cease to amaze."

Outside his face might have been carved from a statue but inside he was reeling in panic and resignation, he was sourly tempted to slap him-self to see if he was sleep or not but he had seen and done a lot more impossible things to not entertain the notion of finding him-self in another universe or dimension or even a galaxy… finding out that the multiverse theory is real and that somehow he was now in a grim-dark universe of unending carnage and slaughter, did not help his nerves at all.

'I need to find out what happened after the battle with those damn magicians, then I need to know how I end-up in this messed-up universe and then go back to my own before I end-up among the countless trillions of graves.' He set his priorities straight and true, before pushing his emotions at the back of his mind and letting his experience and training kick-in.

He was a half-immortal Son of Athena; he had the self-discipline and mastery over him-self to keep his emotions in check and remain calm even under intense pressure, be it mentally or physically.

He needed to get out of this 'hospital' even if it appeared safe, the Orders Hospitaller might have been kind and gentle but their roots were in the Adeptus Sororitas. They won't hesitate to kill him if they found out he was a master of magic or if there were any 'abnormalities' within his blood, if he showed any kind of supernatural abilities then he might be branded as a unsanctioned psyker.

He must get out of this hospital, as fast as possible.

His knowledge of the lore could help him in that regard to some extinct.

"I'm sorry to say this, Canoness-sister. But I can't rest here," he started to get up while easily ignoring the pain that once again shot-through his body, "the emperor expects me in the field of battle and the imperium demands that I serve and fulfill my duty."

He silently focused as the wounds under the bandages that covered his chest slowly started to heal; he kept the process very slow so that he could avoid attention.

"You're wounds…"

"They are irrelevant for now," he leveled a steely gaze towards the canoness, "I am a regimental officer of the imperial guard, I am to set an example to those behind me and serve steel and fire to the ones who stand against the emperor's immortal rule. How can I do so by lying down on a bed away from battle?"

To the Canoness's credit, she didn't averted eyes when he gazed into hers.

He had been ready to argue his case more but fortunately the canoness nodded her head before she looked towards the younger woman beside her. "Go and tell sister Jeanna that I want her to be armored and ready, she is to take to the field alongside the regimental-officer and the others."

It took all of his will and fortitude to not face-palm right there and then. He had wanted to gain access to some war-gear and then use the chaos of the battlefield to vanish but it seems that his rotten demigod luck had decided to take a leak on his life once again by stranding him with an order Hospitaller, it was now impossible to go with that plan because a sister Hospitaller will be stuck to him like a glue.

"Ours is to tend to the martyr and the fallen," Adrasia turned towards him; she must have seen something within him and must have mistaken it as a rejection. "I can't let a wounded and ranking servant of the emperor to take to the field without someone to watch his health; the guardsmen conscripts will be depended on your guidance and experience to lead them."

'Well shit.' He cursed mentally; his previous lie of being a regimental officer had just come to punch him in the face.

He now had to lead guardsmen conscripts and possibly coordinate with other imperial forces in the field. By stars and stones, he's now officially screwed.

"…can you spare any war-gear for me to arm myself with?" by then he had gotten up fully from the bed and his modesty was only covered by the black-shorts that he wore and was possibly the only thing that he owned in this galaxy.

"Of Course, wait here while I ask the quartermasters for a…appropriate armor and weapons of war."

And wait, he did, sitting there on the bed as he tried to ready him-self for any kind of danger that he might be facing with only inexperienced conscripts at his back and command. Armed with weapons that he had not used or seen before beyond a web-page; Las-gun or auto gun with a flak-armor to wear, those were the weapons that an imperial guard usually given to, That was the most that an low-ranking imperial guard officer could be afforded to, unless there had been some carapace armor lying around which he highly doubted.

As he thought about his the situation that he had found him-self in which could only be summarized in the word 'Cluster-fuck', his eyes wondered towards the walls. They looked to be sturdy and hard-enough to withstand a tank-round from his world's version of tanks, not so surprising that a hospital in this war-torn galaxy had such sturdy and hard material that put some military bunkers to shame.

He could do nothing but watch as waves after waves of wounded where brought in and forth on stretchers or even hand. He wondered at the back of his mind if he was going to return to the hospital short of an arm or leg or perhaps being thrown into some unnamed grave.

A small part of him-self wondered what he was going to do if he couldn't find a way back home. He was a half-immortal and he couldn't think of any way of getting to live in this universe but to become a monster just like the countless others that no doubt roamed it.

'What am I saying?' he thought cynically, 'I already am a monster, what's becoming a more powerful one?'

And just like that the decision had been made for him as he saw the canoness coming towards him with another sister Hospitaller who was carrying what he knew to be his war-gear.

=XXX~XoX~XXX=

The Field outside of the hospital was slowly started to get full of the guardsmen conscripts that he saw were throwing nervous glances towards him and his cadet commissars.

As a senior and experienced Commissar, Esko knew quite a bit when it came to recognize unorganized rabble and trained imperial guardsmen. He didn't expect much from the enlisted conscripts that he was seeing now; they were no trained guardsmen and could only serve as meat-shields or defenders that could delay the heretical forces that were trying to push through the battle-lines.

When an imperial guard regiment is mustered and sent as tithe, they spent weeks of training and evaluation under the watchful eye of officers as they are made ready to face the enemies of the emperor through environments which they are unfamiliar with.

Weeks of spending time within their transporting ship, training and learning the use of war gears and vehicles which a proper guardsmen is expected to know.

These nervous and fearful men that he was seeing right now, were not even worth the flak-armor and Las-gun that they were holding. The experienced commissar did not doubt for a second that many of them would not survive the enemy or the bolter of his cadet commissars, what can you expect from hive-dwellers who didn't even knew properly how to hold or aim a Las-gun?

'Emperor Help us all, if these are all that we can use to push-back and garrison one of the front-lines.' He silently prayed, eyeing the enlisted conscripts with his stony and grim face. These were people that had taken refuge in the arms of the order Hospitaller; he will make sure that they will do their duty to the imperium and the emperor either through battle or through Death.

"Commissar," he was brought out of his thoughts as he looked towards the order Hospitaller sister who was coming towards them. Armed in the black Hospitaller carapace and with her Hospitaller Medicae Tools being easily visible, a stub-revolver was holstered on her chest with a breather covering her mouth with the exception of her eyes. "I am Sister-doctor Jeanna, reporting for duty."

He had to raise an eyebrow at that, every sister-doctor that could have been spared were right now in the fields of battle alongside their regiments. Why was one assigned to his company of conscripts when they could be somewhere more important?

"Are you coming with us towards the frontline?" he asked which she quickly shook her head.

"I am here to protect the health of the wounded regimental officer leading this company," she clarified.

He had to frown at that, there had no regimental officer left who was in the hospital and in a combat capable condition to lead a company of five-hundred strong conscripts. Unless one had decided to brave the storm of the battlefield with a body that could fail at the middle of the battle, even the legendary skill of an order Hospitaller sister could only do so much for a man who had lost his entire arm and his body had entered a coma due to heavy trauma of pain or shock.

Still, for a wounded regimental officer to take to the field with his regiments probably destroyed and every last man killed perhaps mere days or moments ago….that was a commendable act of duty and work.

He will gladly give the officer a chance to do his duty; if he proved to be incompetent then he will send the soul to the emperor for direct judgment.

"And where is this regimental officer?" he asked before looking towards his cadets who saw his expectant look and quickly moved to attach themselves into their needed position. They all knew their duties and their responsibilities; no conscript will survive any act of insubordination if they had anything to say about it.

"Here," a male voice replayed instantly as Esko and Jeanna both looked towards the figure that was approaching them.

He looked to be a man who was at his thirties, black hair with a steak of silvery-white hair and piercing gray eyes that was aimed towards them. He was wearing the standard issue flak-armor that is given to guardsmen, Flak shoulder-guards along with arm-guards and tendon protectors, holding a Mark XI "Hell's Teeth" Pattern Chainsword in his right hand and a las-pistol in his left hand.

Esko didn't miss the way that the man looked into his eyes without the normal and instinctual fear that was common amongst the imperial guard officers when looking eye to eye with a commissar, his gaze was unflinching and hard. The way that he held his weapons was not awkward like the enlisted conscripts and neither was he flinching or hesitating due to the sound of artillery fire and leman Russ Tanks that could be heard from the faraway fields of battle.

This was a veteran of wars, Esko decided. Regimental officers like these were the ones that pushed the countless foes of the imperium and the emperor back and gained victories for the imperium. They directed the countless numbers of the guard towards the foe and use every second of their force's lives to full gain and without waste.

For every regimental officer who knew their way and had the experience needed to snatch victory at the jaws of defeat, there were many others who panicked and wasted the lives of guardsmen before they ultimately met the punishment of the commissar's bolter.

If this was the regimental officer that was promised by canoness Adrasia and was willing to risk his life to lead these inexperienced conscripts even with injury and trauma still bearing down on him, then surely the emperor had blessed them with good fortune, Esko will not be seeing this opportunity go to waste.

"Darius Razdan," the captain of the company introduced him-self with a perfect militant salute that Esko didn't expect from anyone but a Cadian. "Reporting for service and duty, you must be commissar Esko if I'm not mistaken."

"Indeed I am," he confirmed before focusing on their duty at hand. "Are you ready to tend to your duties, regimental officer?"

"I live each day as if it is my last with the past gone and tomorrow not even being guaranteed." Darius Replied. "If I were to live then I will attain glory in the eyes of the emperor, if I were to die then I can face the emperor with my head held high and Dine at his table. I believe no more words are needed to be said about that, Commissar."

The said commissar had to blink a few times to process and understand the answer which he had been given, it was not the answer that he had expected but it was very welcomed none the less.

It was an exemplary answer; this Darius Razdan must have the blood of Imperial martyrs in his veins if he can reply in such words and with such convictions. The Sister-doctor beside Esko made a sign of Aquila.

"I shall do my utmost best to keep vigil over you're health and Life, Lord Razdan." The absoluteness and convictions within the sister Hospitaller's oath and words did leave any doubt in Esko's belief that she will do just that and even more.

Those of order Hospitaller were known for their compassion and protectiveness for the injured servants of the Emperor and the Imperium. Razdan's words had certainly earned him more reasons to be cared for by sister Jeanna.

She will be step into promethium fire and back if it means that the man is kept in the side of the living. Few were more devoted then a Adeptus Sororitas and as an injured servant of the emperor who had taken up the mantle of the duty… Esko was sure that the regimental officer was now fit for quality of being under the intense protection of an Order Hospitaller sister.

"Then I shall leave myself in your care, sister Jeanna." Darius replied towards the sister Hospitaller before looking to Esko. "I am not in direct contact with the imperial command, so I have to ask what my given orders are."

"You're orders from the imperial command is to reinforce the defenders of one of the frontlines," Esko informed, "Heretics and traitorous forces are trying to outflank the main battle-line, if they succeed…." The commissar did not need to finish because he saw the light of understanding shine in the officer's gray eyes.

"Disaster," Darius replied before looking towards the conscripts that were standing in groups and were disorganized.

Esko had a half-mind to quickly step-in and put them into line through a single summery execution but he refrained from doing so after he saw the regimental officer put a hand on the throat and rub it a bit before suddenly opening his mouth.

"Attention!" his voice was hard and loud enough for the conscripts to hear who instantly stood attention, Its authority and hardness reminded Esko of the Drill abbots of the Schola Progenium.

"Stand in lines, Conscripts!" Darius ordered while looking towards the line of conscripts who immediately ran and put themselves into line, Esko saw a few of his own cadet commissars quickly moving and positioning the conscripts in their proper lines before they themselves taking their own place.

"Welcome to the imperial guard, Conscripts. Today is the day of your initiation and baptism in fire," Piercing-Gray eyes looked towards the five-hundred men that were looking at him. "Men, we are the first, Last and often only line of defense the imperium has against what is out there." Razdan's voice grew harder and louder, "you and that fine piece of imperial weaponry you hold in your hands is all that is keeping humanity alive. Most of you will probably not live to see you're second year in the guard and most of you will probably never see you're families again but I can guarantee you that when you do fall, with a prayer to the most high and mighty God-emperor on your lips, you will have earned the right to call you're self a man!" Esko watched as the conscripts cheered, the uncertainty and dread within their eyes was slowly being replaced with determination and confidence.

"The blood that you shed today, taken from yours or the enemy, is what that will keep your loved and families safe." Darius Continued, Seizing the moment that Esko had seen. "This planet belongs to the imperium, just as the galaxy belongs to the emperor of mankind. But first, we have to cleanse the filth and the rotten maggots that pollute our air and space; to the heretic we give Fire, to the traitor we Serve death." the regimental officer's voice suddenly grew much more loudly then Esko believed to have been possible. "Now I ask you: What do we give to the heretic?!"

"Fire!" the conscripts instantly replied with much vigor and intensity that Esko was sure that their voice had been echoed into the sainted hospital.

"What do we serve to the traitor?!"

"Death!" this time the voices of the conscripts were higher than before, Esko decided that that he had underestimated the wounded regimental officer.

It seems that he has a high-quality officer to watch for now, he will have to double-his efforts or else he'll be found lacking and that won't simply do for an experienced commissar like him.

"Follow you're given orders to the last word. Aim, Fire and then Reload." Darius said, "These are all you need to know for now, remember them and I will see to it that you are made proper guardsmen in the fires of battle and the crucible of war." The regimental officer then looked towards Esko, "today's conscripts are tomorrow's guardsmen, Commissar. Let us go and prove to our fellow regimental brothers and sisters that we are ready to defend that which is the emperor's."

In response, Esko looked towards the Vox-officer with a pointed look, "Contact the battle-army and inform them that we are on our way to join their ranks."

Making their way through the Capital hive's hive-streets would have normally been proven to be a challenge for a man but when you have five hundred readied conscripts who were rallied with high-moral and had a regimental officer with them who had exemplary oratory skill and authority to make the panicked Imperial Citizens assured and stand out of their way, it can prove make the ordeal a lot less difficult.

Esko had heard that other commissars had to execute a few of the imperial citizens who didn't stand out of their way and were hindering the deployment of other company conscripts but no such thing with the regimental officer like Darius Razdan taking to the front and advancing with Esko moving from his right and sister Jeanna taking to the left.

The wounded regimental officer had ordered the conscripts to move into groups with enough space between them that they could disperse at a moment's notice and draw their las-guns if the situation demanded off them, Esko's experienced eye hadn't missed the way the man seemed to have a tight grip around his las-pistol and Chainsword or the way his eyes quickly moved from one corner to another.

The officer was ready for battle and vigilant for any sudden enemy action, such a telltale sign only showed to his experience and was a credit to his wisdom.

That and the fact that his hard and grim voice ordered the imperial citizens back, telling them to stand out of their way.

Of Course, things immediately changed Once Esko saw a group of men appear in front of them with the one in lead of them being a man who was wearing clothes that were looked to be as soft as sin and elegant in design. Esko could recognize the pompous and prideful attitude of the man and the commissar instantly knew that he was a highborn or an imperial noble, the men behind the noble were no doubt his household guards, wearing flak body-armor and armed with auto-guns.

"You're in the way, imperial citizen." Razdan said, the authority and hardness within it caused the noble-man's face to bristle with what Esko knew to be anger. "In the name of Astra militarum and the emperor, clear the way and Move."

"I am here as a represent of the Thaxia magistrate with the warrant to stop any troops from leaving the hive without direct authorization of the rulers of Thaxia and those of your betters." The noble puffed his chest which made it quite pathetic with the girth that not even his cloths could hide. "You're equipment are hereby confiscated and you are to disperse immediately."

The silence that settled between them was instantly broken through Esko's own bolt-pistol; the bolter-round pierced the Heretical Noble's head and then exploded while within through a shower of gore.

"The emperor protects, Kill them all!" Razdan's voice instantly convoyed his order while his Las-pistol instantly vaporized the head of a household guard who had been taken off-guard through the display of gore and death of their now former master.

The conscript group that were with them instantly started to open fire with their las-guns along with sister Jeanna who had drawn her stub-revolver. Being inside a large group, the traitor forces quickly found themselves being obliterated through a mass of las-rounds. Uncoordinated and newly mustered conscripts they might be but even the most simplest of man's knew how to pull the trigger and put the barrel towards an enemy.

Their jobs would be a lot more easier with the enemy being in placed in one big group, they can fire as widely as they wanted and still it would have hit a target if not the frontier ones. The advantage of being the first ones who initiated the combat would only help them kill their enemies faster while they had to fire blindly towards the conscript group and those behind them who were quick to move to the front and add their own las-fire to the mass while their targets fired blindly towards them.

"Cease fire!" Razdan ordered as the last of the enemy died, "I said cease fire!"

As the conscripts stopped firing, the cry of the wounded were the only thing that could be heard while the blood and gore were just there as a result of the previous battle.

"Secure the perimeter," darius ordered before focusing on the sister Hospitaller who was with them. "Please tend to the wounded, sister Jeanne. They are to be readied to stand, the emperor knows that we will need every able body." He then looked towards Esko.

"Contact the imperial command and inform them that the nobility of this hive have just turned from the emperor's light, Commissar Esko. We…"

"Sire," the commissar and officer both looked towards a Vox-officer that called their attention. "Imperial command in Vox-net is broadcasting a wide-channel Order."

"What is the Imperial command saying?" Esko demanded of the Vox-caster.

"That the nobles of hive Arcturus have joined the heretical rebellion." The Vox-operator's words nearly caught the commissar off guard before he shook his head.

"Contact the imperial command and tell them that a company of conscripts and a regimental officer still have presence within the hive, we are in position to provide a great strategic asset to the imperial forces." The commissar ordered towards a Vox-holder before looking towards Darius who was looking towards the high-hive towers with a thoughtful look on his face before sharply looking towards the commissar.

"You said that we are to join a battle-army," the officer said to the veteran commissar, "is that battle-army waiting outside the hive by any chance?"

"They are," the commissar nodded, "although they have been attacked by traitorous planetary defense forces by now, no doubt."

"And if we were to ambush the traitorous defenders from the back?" the smile that the age-old commissar felt forming on his own face was anything but pleasant, If they manage it then they can crush the traitors through imperial hammer and anvil, let it never be said that a Commissar would not feel joy in the taste of a good imperial victory.

"Sire," the same Vox-officer grabbed the two's attentions Once more, moving towards them before giving the Vox-phone attached to his Vox-caster to Darius, "Imperial command wishes to speak with you."

"This is Conscript-company Commander, Darius Razdan. To whom am I speaking to?" Esko took a few steps towards the company commander so that he could better hear the words that were being said and by the time that he had put his ear beside the Vox-phone, he had to frown at what he heard.

"…you are to retake the hive-spires with your company through any means necessary and make an example of the traitorous nobles and their heretical forces without any delay, No lineage of Hive Arcturus is to survive. Do you understand you're orders?"

"Sir, Yes Sir." Darius's reply was hollow and empty of any emotion as the Vox-line ended with a simple 'click', Esko knew that the man had just thrown his emotions at the back of his mind so that they wouldn't interfere with his duties.

Esko had been taught that kind of mental fortitude in his time in the Schola along with many of his fellow progenies who had later joined the various imperial Adepta during the graduation day. For The man in front of him to know how to control his emotions and possessed such self-control on them, it only implied that he must have some kind of a formal training which had taught him how to do so.

"Which one of you knows the hive-spires like the back of his hand?" the officer asked, Sister Jeanna was the only who brought her hand up for identification.

"I K-know…. The ways, Lord Razdan." The sister's voice was stuttered and pained as if the words were a spike into her heart; they might as well be for Esko knew.

The order of the caring hand had been in Thaxia for many times as far as Esko Knew, for the sister to admit they had been admonishing Medicine and aid to the very highborn who had rebelled against the emperor's holy authority…. It would be a black stain in order Hospitaller's minoris order's history and honor.

"Tell the men to gather in line, Commissar Esko." Piercing-Gray hollowed and empty eyes were directed towards the commissar who quickly nodded, ordering his cadet commissars to immediately organize the conscripts in line. He could see the outline of other hive-dwellers who had fled after he had opened fire with his bolter towards the traitorous highborn.

They were keeping their distance and more than one of them looked too fearful to take a single step towards line of conscripts.

"Men, I have grave news for all of you." Darius's voice rose higher so that the conscripts at the end of the line could hear it easily. "The highborn of hive Arcturus have turned traitor and have sent their forces to attack the imperial forces near the hive." The hushed whispers that slowly started to gather within the ranks made Esko wonder if he will need to execute a conscript or two to regain order.

Fortunately for the conscripts, he was stopped from doing so by the voice of the company-commander.

"We have been ordered to regain the hive-spires and cleanse it of any traitorous forces or heretical lineages of the highborn of Arcturus; we, who are the only imperial forces within Arcturus." Darius's voice grew louder as he shouted, "If we Fail then the ships of imperial navy that are stationed above orbit will commence Exterminatus upon hive Arcturus." The company commander pointed the tip of his Chainsword towards the sky.

Esko could now see the clear panic and fear that were on the face on the conscripts and the shouts and screams of fear that were coming from the hive-crowed away from them.

"The Lives of your loved ones, the lives of all those who live within hive-Arcturus, Now rest upon your shoulders!" Darius's voice somehow grew louder and still could be heard by both the infantry conscripts and the panicking crowd. "We have to regain full control of the hive-spires, which means that every heretical noble house and traitorous lineage is to be utterly destroyed along with their blasphemous forces. Their heads are to be given to me as proof that all of them are put to Death. Only and only then, will I be able to call off the Exterminatus Order." Not a moment the words had left The Commander's mouth, Esko heard the Civilian crowed behind the conscript lines Roar in shouts of righteous fury and zeal along with the conscripts.

It suddenly occurred to the commissar that The Conscripts were not the only ones who Darius had been speaking to; the civilian crowds that lived within a hive-city were also amongst the ones who had heard the commander's voice.

'This man….' Esko thought with awe, Commander Darius had been ordered to attack and retake the hive-spires with but a number of barely five-hundred inexperienced conscripts against the small armies of house-guards that the noble houses had under their command.

It was a suicide mission plain and simple and Esko would have had performed summary execution on the company commander should he had refused to follow orders, instead the cunning and resourceful man had decided to use the millions of lives within hive Arcturus and pointed them towards the nobles and forced them into action with but few words.

If there was anything that any man had in common with each other, was their will to survive and Darius had just told them that if they don't attack the nobles and give their heads to him then the whole hive will be sanctioned for Exterminatus.

This man had just signed the death warrant of every noble and highborn within hive Arcturus with but words, Following his orders to every word and making the impossible and hopeless situation change into possible and a certainty for imperial victory.

It was a miracle of the emperor.

"For the emperor; for the imperium," hearing the company commander shout alerted the experienced commissar of what was going to happen next, "And for Thaxia, Charge!"

The commissar instantly started to run beside the man who had taken to speed, impressively barely breaking a sweat and seeming to be barely at his limits, The roars of those behind them growing louder and louder that the commissar was sure that some Xenos Orks would have been impressed.

The commissar could do nothing but to allow his voice to join the coming storm.

"For the emperor!" he added his own war-cry to the wind.

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"There comes a time, sister Jeanna, when everything in your life suddenly starts to make sense." Darius mused, "You gain a wider-sense of clarity and look back to the past with wisdom and experience that opens you're eyes and shows you things that were once upon a time obscure or incomprehensible become Clear as the sun in the sky, I believe imperial priests call this event 'enlightenment'. Where they strive and toil to gain it through prayer and faith yet every once in a while, Men stumble upon it through pure chance." The half-immortal son of Athena nodded to his own words before leaning back against the pillow on his back; his eyes looked towards the sister Hospitaller who was standing beside his bed.

"In my own moment of clarity, I suddenly find myself questioning the sanity of men and wonder what kind of madness has the emperor cursed them with to…" he trailed off before looking towards the high-tall glass-window of the Thaxia planetary governor's bedroom, a thoughtful look on his face as he searched for the correct word to convoy the meaning of his current dilemma, "To do something like this."

Once upon a time, the view of the governor's palace might have been that of a beautiful and highly cared for green garden that was a rare gem to see in a hive-world.

But now, not so much considering that the green garden was painted red by blood with sacks being thrown constantly at the middle of it. The pile was so high and tall that a company of imperial guard Special weapon squads had to be armed with flamers and burn away the rotten meat within the head-filled sacks with the flames of their flamers.

Even then it seemed that it will be taking lots of promethium fuel to accomplish the goal.

"How many blasted nobles are here in this hive?" the hidden demigod looked towards the sister Hospitaller. "I can basically sit here and count these wretched heads for years and still have many decades to continue."

"Well… Milord, hive Arcturus is Thaxia's capital hive and so it has the most highborn population within Thaxia." Jeanna looked towards what Darius had heard some conscripts have named the 'repentant garden' with wonder and awe as if she was wondering about something miraculous. "Though I must congratulate you on your victory, the gardens of repentant shall serve as a reminder of what must always be done with the heretic and their heresies, you broke the back of the heretical rebellion and any heresies that might have tainted the emperor's flock in the future of this planet."

Darius had to mentally resist the urge to sigh as he looked towards the burning sacks, he had to silently admit to him-self that this was not the way that he had expected it to go when the conscript company under his command had crashed into the small armies of household troops along with the millions of populations that had followed them into the higher hive-levels.

It was a truly intense fighting that had left his Chainsword dull and dry of fuel along with his las-pistol being empty of rounds. At some point he had to arm him-self with a las-gun and continue as he led the angry mob that he had rallied throwing themselves into the ranges of the highborn force's auto guns and watched them being killed in waves after waves before they overwhelmed the enemy forces, Darius had led his conscripts into surgical strikes that soften up the opposition and let the angry and desperate mob take the blunt of the retaliation against the enemy.

He had basically used them as meat shields and covers while he and his conscripts used the ways that Jeanne knew to outflank the enemy forces and finish them off in surprise attacks. The maze like structure of the damn capital hive give them plenty of room to maneuver while in groups, sister Jeanna was the only one with them who could help them navigate the hive's alleyways and corridors without being lost or ending up where they didn't wanted to.

There had been so much blood and bodies that Darius knew he wouldn't be forgetting anytime soon for the perhaps the rest of his half-immortal life, not a single day in this bloody universe and already he had spelt an ocean of blood and made mountains of corpses.

And still he was no closer to going home and no clue how he got here in the first place.

"There," Jeanna said, Finished up patching his wounds through new bandages and Re-stitching his opened wounds but making sure that they are sterilized with 'holy oil' before. "You're wounds are now safely taken care off, now all that is needed is rest."

"There is no such thing as rest for a guardsman, Sister Jeanna." Darius said with mirth, happy to occupy his thoughts with other words then 'death' and 'kill'. "Today was just an average day in the guard for me."

'And my first day too,' he finished within his own mind sarcastically.

"Even the most dedicated and pious of men must rest," the sister admonished him like a mother who was scolding a misbehaving child. "And by the emperor's throne, you will be taking that rest before we are redeployed towards another warzone alongside others, Lord Colonel Razdan."

He scowled at the mention of the word 'Colonel'; supposedly it was one of his rewards by the imperial general who was in charge of the theater of operations within Thaxia.

After his act of 'piling up heretical heads' and 'greatly destroying the heretical force's spirits', he had the supposed honor of meeting with the imperial general who rewarded him with not one or two but four imperial honours medals: The Medallion Crimson, Ribbon Intrinsic, Triple Skull and Winged Skull.

As a result of his actions, he was also to be given the position of 'Lord Colonel' with a mechanized infantry regiment under his command Called '47th Thaxia Mechanized infantry'.

In one day he managed to become a colonel of an imperial guard regiment, his demigod luck seemed to have decided that it was time for a level-up and added bizarre situation that can turn deadly and lethal into the list of his worries.

He now had a host of expectations and responsibilities on his shoulders and the regimental commissar's eyes and bolter are going to be fixed permanently on his head wherever he goes.

But still, he had to ask something that confused him and filled him with equal fear.

"Who is 'we'?" he asked the sister who looked to him as if it was the most obvious thing in Universe.

"After the Thaxia heresy, we have decided that our order needs to perform an act of penance to cleanse ourselves of this shame. As such, we have formally requested to be permanently attached to your regiment." The sister Hospitaller said with devotion and pride, "the canoness is seeing the sisters and order being ready for Departure."

At that, he could do nothing but to offer a single nod of acceptance.

Having an order Hospitaller attached to his 'regiment' can prove to be a boon in a lot of ways, there was no telling when he will need skilled doctors and fanatically loyal sisters who he can use to watch over the moral of his regiment.

There was no way he let 'Chaos' into his regiment, such a thing would prove to be death of him at best and the eternal torture of his soul at worst.

Those chaos gods can go and play their great game all they want; Darius will have no part in it.

Of course, having an order Hospitaller attached to his regiment also came with a disadvantage of being careful enough to not say or do anything which can be perceived to be against the imperial creed or the imperium and the emperor. The game had just been raised higher along with the stakes.

"Tell canoness Adrasia that it will be an honor to serve the emperor alongside the sisters of the Caring hand," Darius said after a thoughtful thinking about what he needed to do. "Please also tell her that I will need her aid in a series of very delicate and important matters that are vital in the service of the emperor and the imperium."

"Of course," the sister instantly replayed as she checked his pillow to make sure that he was comfortable enough, "I shall be outside and within reach."

He watched as the sister started to walk towards the door before he had a sudden idea.

The planetary governor's room was already spacious enough; it could accommodate another person and give him a pleasant conversation, and he knew just a topic that could prove to be useful and interesting enough for both of them.

The extra help could prove to be beneficial in a lot of ways and in a long-run.

"Can I ask for a favor, sister?"

Jeanna stopped and sharply looked towards him before she quickly stood-up straight and waited for him to continue, and so he did.

"I need you to go and bring me a list of items that I will need for Prayer ritual for the emperor and for me to bless my war-gear, can you please do this for me?"

Jeanna agreed and only raised an eyebrow when he told her what he needed before Leaving, returning half an hour later with the things that he wanted and put them on the other side of the room near the wall while he slowly got up, wearing only his black boots along with dark-gray pants, His chest was typically bare and covered by bandages seeing as he was still wounded.

"Very good," he praised, "Now please stay and watch and learn, this lesson can prove to be life-saving in the battle-field and can be used only by the most faithful of the emperor's servants."

Picking up the bolt-pistol that was unloaded, he looked to it a bit before looking towards the sister. "Do you know the most important difference between militant Adeptus Sororitas and the other imperial forces?"

"They are the only defender and militant arm of the Ecclesiarchy," Jeanna answered.

"No," he instantly shook his head and continued like a teacher who was teaching a very important lesson to a student. "The most important difference between Sororitas and the other imperial forces, including the space marines of Adeptus Astartes, can be summarized and categorized into one word. Care to tell me what that single word is?"

In the past, Darius had taken many students under his wing and taught them as a teacher.

He didn't give them the answers directly, he promoted them to think and give them enough clues to reach the answer themselves because this way his students will learn the value of self-thought and the wisdom that they gain will be of the hard-earned kind.

Those were the most precious kind of lessons and teachings.

"Faith," the sister answered with a thoughtful frown on her face, Darius nodded in approval before continuing.

"No army is big enough to conquer the universe but Faith alone can overturn galaxies," he quoted from another Warhammer 40k wiki page, he seem to be doing this a lot lately. "When a sister of battle fights, she does so with such determination and iron-belief in the emperor that her unshakable faith will act like a conduit and a medium which gives her faith-based Powers." He quickly continued before the sister could ask a question and destroy the momentum.

"These powers are not warp-based and neither is it psyker in any nature," he said firmly, ever the master of words and the changer of truth that he was. "These powers come from the faith to the emperor of the golden-throne, like a sister suddenly performing an act of heroic superhuman strength that normally she shouldn't have been able to or another one performing deeds of valor even with her body suffering from grievous wounds. If I remember correctly, Saint Celestine is also an example of what the faith towards the emperor can give to those who walk under his immortal shadow."

Seeing the widen eyes of the sister, Darius knew that he had hit the nail right in the coffin.

"Where the witch and the heretic draw power from their blasphemous Witchcrafts, the faithful and the loyal gain theirs from their faith and devotion towards the master of mankind," Darius said the words with such pride and absoluteness that came from being a master of the mystical arts. "Look at this bolt-pistol for example."

He looked towards the bolt-pistol and silently concentrated for what he was going to do, "it is an instrument of the emperor's wrath and fury incarnated, the symbol of mankind's militant might. However for all its might and glory, it is still just a weapon, a tool of war and death that is meant to be broken and then repaired. This weapon lacks the most important component of all: Faith."

There were many laws and limitations when it came to the use of Magic and the most fundamental of them all are Will, Intent and belief. One must have the will to direct the supernatural force that is Magic with the intent to give its purpose and the belief that will serve as a pull of energy that can power the spells and fulfill one of the conditions needed in order for a magician to cast a spell.

What he wanted to do now was to use the order Hospitaller's sister's faith and belief in the emperor as a fuel and a conduit to give supernatural properties to the bolt-pistol.

It was a miracle that the sister had managed to find a bolt-pistol for him, the technology which they were made and maintained with were rare and few in between. Giving supernatural properties and enchantments towards a bolt-pistol could make the already deadly weapon into a truly lethal instrument of death, and there was no such as 'too deadly' within this universe of unending war and battle.

But to gain an enchanted weapon, he needed to face a lot of challenges with The first being that he absolutely refused to use any kind of 'Warp-craft' on his weapons or other mystical arts that could be accused of being witchcraft. If he happened to somehow cross path with an inquisitor, he needed to have solid witnesses and evidence that his weapons were not tainted by the hellish and psychic energies that came from the warp.

He needed to prioritize faith-based magic and enchantments and spells, to do so he needed necessary the belief and faith of either him-self or someone else around him.

Having sister Jeanna near him would give him both a witness that can prove his innocence to an inquisitor, after all no one in the imperium could deny the faith and belief that a Sororitas sister has and the order Hospitaller Adeptus Sororitas sisters had some sort of a connection with the Inquisition if what he knew about the lore is true.

His case and hide will be a lot safer with the word of a sister in his defense, Sister Jeanna's roots as a Sororitas also indicated her to be of very strong faith and devotion. It would make a very powerful component for his enchantment; possibly give the bolter in his hands some form of anti-warp affinity that will come in handy in a lot of situation that he might find-himself in within the future.

That had been his plan all along, hitting multiple targets with one stone.

Except that like many things that happened to him today, he knew that it had blown-up in his face the moment that he put his free hand on the shoulder of the sister-doctor and found him-self overwhelmed at the amount of faith and belief that he was feeling not just from the sister but also from the countless of those on the planet.

The magic within the enchantment had used the strong faith and devotion towards a single figure within Jeanna as an anchor to link the countless those who were praying to the golden-throne or the emperor at that moment on Thaxia.

Darius was powerful and a master of magic but he was not that powerful to control that kind of direct energy without preparation and help of at least many others. Like water coming from a hose, the enchantment acted like a way that directed all of those prayers and belief towards the bolter in son of Athena's hand.

The enchantment naturally acted and functioned upon the absolute law of magic: Magic always has a price.

The price of giving supernatural Faith-based properties to a mundane item, was that the stronger the belief and devotion given, the more powerful they gained properties. When the enchantment was flooded by the belief and Faith of those that were within planet, the enchantment naturally did as it was made to do.

The price had been paid; the reward was to be given absolutely.

The bolter was the symbol of the famed and legendary angles of death that was accompanied by countless legends just as their first wielders being the emperor of man's angles of death, Such countless legends had made their way and planted roots into the imperial creed and faith that had spread across the planets of the imperium since the time of the great crusade and after that, Thaxia was no different from other planets be it hive-world or not.

The recent events called the Thaxia heresy had caused the humans who lived within the hive-world to flock towards prayers and zealotry of the imperial creed and the god-emperor. Such a sea of faith and devotion were made and turned more potent than ever after the imperial victory over the planet.

The bolter is the symbol of Death and Carnage and Destruction, a divine and thunderous symbol of the heralds of the emperor. The divine fury and imperial retribution made manifest, Brining certain death and destruction to the heretic, Xenos and the abomination alike.

Such is the power and potency of belief found within the given faith, and so shall it be.

The information flooded into Darius's mind as he his gray eyes locked to the bolter-pistol that was changed; the color turned into glowing golden with a symbol of imperial Aquila appearing on the bolter in a seeable Silvery-color. The barrel shined and turned into silver with very faint glowing and masterfully carved words forming on it that Darius guessed to be in high gothic prayers, or some form of Latin.

The former bolter-pistol was no more and its place was -what darius was sure- a master-crafted bolter-pistol that was imbued with the potent and seriously powerful supernatural Faith-attributes, the weapon could basically now be categorized as a 'holy weapon'.

'Oh heavens,' the demigod looked towards the sister-Hospitaller and had to blink a few times at what he saw. The sister's violet-amethyst were so wide that Darius had to wonder how they had not popped out of her eye-sockets yet, a fanatic like emotion was swirling within them while her mouth was open in what the demigod guessed to be surprise and wonder before she quickly throw herself to the ground and bowed with her head meeting the floor.

One look on his shadow that fell on the bowing sister and the demigod instantly felt the wind going out of his sails.

The shadow of a pair of wings had appeared on his body shadow, it caused the demigod to look to his back and the faint-outline of two white-wings on his bare back that faded away.

'It must the result of channeling all of those faith-based energies,' the master of magic within him analyzed before he suddenly recoiled as his pragmatic side give him a good slap to the face. 'Wait, how the hell am I going to explain this?!'

Quickly throwing a glance towards the closed door, the half-immortal swiftly knells and grabs the shoulder of the knelling sister; His mind coming up with Script after script that would allow him to salvage the situation; until he had a sudden moment of realization.

"There is only person who you are ever to kneel to; he is sitting on a golden throne within the imperial palace of Terra." His words must have gotten to the sister but she did not make any attempt to move even with him putting his hands on her shoulders that seemed to be shaking like jelly. "Now stand, Sister Jeanna, we have work to do."

'And get out of here as quickly as possible before anyone comes here investigating what had just happened,' he thought urgently, having no illusion that some psyker or Astropath will have no doubt felt what he had just done.

Seeing her rising, he mentally cursed him-self for his carelessness and amateurish mistake.

Different universe or world, same rules of magic albeit with more unpredictability and scope, message received all-right.

Quickly walking to his wet-shirt that stank of blood and gore, the demigod put it on without hesitation before doing the same to his Flak-armor. His personal hygiene took a second position when it came to his life and health, and he needed to quickly leave the dead planetary governor's quarters along with sister Jeanna.

For a moment he had entertained the thought of manipulating her memory to make her forget what she saw but that could prove too disastrous just as his enchanting had been.

He had to take the sister with him and somehow convince her to keep silence, whatever the cost or means.

"If you love the emperor and the saints, you will keep silence about this until we are someplace else where I will try my best to answer your question." Darius made sure that his newly given medals and honors were firmly placed on his chest, "do you…" the demigod trailed off as he looked towards the sister or perhaps the space around the governor's luxurious bedroom.

The space was frozen as if someone had grabbed a remote-controller and pushed the 'pause' button.

"that won't be necessary," the demigod froze when he heard the silky and smooth voice, he knew that voice very well for it belonged to one of the beings so powerful that was said to have been so terrifying and dangerous that even immortals feared to even speak about.

"Lady Nyx," he slowly turned around and was met with his terror and fear manifested. A black dress that seemed to have been made from the darkest of shadows and adorned with small glowing stars, flawless and dark purple skin with eyes that shined like the stars themselves-black Hair of darkest of darkness.

It was Nyx alright; Darius didn't know why but today was just not his day.

Seeing a primordial in front of him that he was familiar with from back home opened so many cans of worms for him that he didn't even knew how to count. It was a whole clusterfuck that didn't seem to have any end to it, and today was supposed to be the emperor's Feast Day by local custom.

"you know of me, Demigod?" the mother night asked him as she walked forward towards him while Darius took a step back with each step that she took towards him.

"We have a…. complicated history," the demigod carefully chooses his words; he had his own fair share of blunders and mistakes but badmouthing or angering a primordial being who was said to have absolute domain over darkness and night was not going to be one of them, Ever. "And the good-kind I might add."

His words actually made the primordial to stop and look at him with an intense gaze whom he instantly knew he had to correct, the last thing he needed was a misunderstanding that could get him killed or worse.

"Someone stole something from you, you came to me and I went after the thief and give you back what was yours, then we both went to our separate ways." He provided a much edited version that avoided dangerous topics like how he had to travel around world and haunt down rogue magicians that wanted to use the jewel of night for their own goals and aims.

Some things were best left undisturbed and forgotten; the jewel of night was one of those things.

"You are telling the truth," the night mother started to walk once again while he started to step back to keep their distance until his back had hit the wall, "but not all of it."

"You don't want to know the whole truth, Lady Nyx." Darius was sure that he would have been part of the wall if he tried to go back anymore, "it's bitter and you're better off without it. It's ancient history, really. Dead oaths on dead lips, I advise to let it stay there…"

"Your soul is marked by him," The primordial of night interjected, now standing in front of him with her hand reaching towards the demigod. "Why do you have the mark of Tartarus and still are amongst the living?"

"I invoke the rite of secrecy," the demigod quickly said and the hand stopped mere inches from him. "I have seen the true form of Tartarus and had my mind shattered and then rebuilt because of it, please don't make me see it again." He finished with a pleading voice.

It is said that mortal cannot gaze into the true form of immortals without him dying, that part of true but the workings on seeing a primordial's true form was far more powerful and complex than that. When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes back towards you. When you see the true-form of the primordial who was said to be the embodiment of hell-itself, you're soul and whole being will forever bear the Mark of Tartarus.

Your Name would be considered a taboo even amongst legendary monsters and Immortals, you're existence was Cursed beyond measure or reason.

Primordials were part of the reality itself, they were feared and respected by immortals and those who knew of their true existence. But even among of its kind, Tartarus was even more feared and to bear his mark is a sign that you have gazed into the primordial's true form.

By all rights and accounts; he should have been dead a long-time ago but yet here he stands, Alive and breathing with his heart beating in his chest.

How he had survived Tartarus was a mystery that he knew he won't be able to ever solve because it was beyond his comprehension but Darius did knew was that seeing Tartarus in it's true form had changed him in more ways than he could imagine.

One such side-affect was killing instinct-the extreme urge to slay and Kill without suffering any mental conditions or restraints.

He had served in the military before and had been in a lot of battlefields but the amount of killing and death that he had seen and done in the ten-hours ago had been the most bloody thing that he had seen in his centuries of life, yet not once did he hesitated and not once did he puke or throw-up like he had seen the conscripts do.

Not even being drenched in gore and soaked to blood had made him flinch, he had forged on even with his Chainsword growing dull and he had to use the reinforced side to club heads to death. When his las-pistol and then his Lasgun had ran out of power-cell, he had to use the bayonet to clear the way along with the butt of his las-rifle.

Whatever he had done, it had certainly earned him the respect from Commissar Esko and the fear and admiration from the surviving conscripts.

"I can respect your request," Nyx retracted her hand, "but tell me, who are you? You're not from this universe, you must have passed the multiverse gap but then how are you alive?"

Darius was a son of Athena, and no can accused a son of the wisest Olympian to being stupid or being unable to connect the dots. Still, he needed to start from the beginning so that he could puzzle the pieces.

Seeing Nyx had given a small spark of hope that he might be able to bargain for her help and get back to his own world.

"My name is Darius Razdan," he said hesitantly, "I am a half-immortal Son of Athena from the Greek Pantheon and I don't know how I had gotten into this…. Universe, all I remember was hunting down a group of rogue magicians who were trying to Summon Demons and…. Well, I interrupted their ritual and then there was darkness. The next time that I opened my eyes, I found myself in Thaxia." He finished before waving his hand towards the Time-frozen room; it was no surprise to him that a primordial had such power and control over reality.

Seeing the primordial being in thought, he decided to take this opportunity to ask the one of the most important questions in his mind. "Lady Nyx…. With all due respect, what the hell is going on?"

Of all the answers and replays the demigod had expected, seeing primordial shaking her head had not been what he expected. "To answer that question you would first need to know about the existence of the multiverse gap, do you?"

"It's a place where it is between the multiverses?" the demigod made his guess and hypothesis known, albeit very hesitantly.

"A simple answer to a very complicated question but no, that is not all." The night mother explained, "The multiverse gap is a realm between matter and thought, swirling with countless possibilities and futures of countless worlds and universes. Where a world might be the product of fiction can be…"

"Can be real and somewhere where the multiverse gap is between it and our world." The demigod finished with his eyes wide and his skin growing pale and pale, "but…. But that would mean that I have somehow traveled between my world then to the multiverse gap and then ended-up here. It's…impossible." Darius said weakly, all eyes looked towards the primordial that once again shook her head.

"Yet here you are, Demigod. In a galaxy that you shouldn't exist in the first place." The primordial said. "The only way for you to have come here was through the multiverse gap and the fact that you are alive right now is a miracle in-itself, although that would be great question with the dark-ones now taking interest in you…."

"Okay, Time-out." The demigod put his hands up as if signaling a full stop, "What do you mean they have taken an interest in me…" the answer hit him like a ton of bricks as he looked towards the gardens of repentant. "Hell's bells, the skulls."

"Indeed, the blood god's eyes were upon you when you killed and ripped apart man after man." Nyx said as if she was talking about something trivial and mundane as the weather, "the changer of way's scheming gaze was watching you from afar as you schemed and planed on how to turn a doomed situation into victory, the prince of pleasure when you had shown that you had perfected killing and slaying into an art or the plague father's laughter as you took-away the hope of the Thaxia's magistrate and condemned them to their end." Darius's hand found purchase on the wall as his legs started to shake, each word that the primordial said was like a dagger to his chest.

Of all the things that he had wanted to do, staying out of the gaze of the four chaos gods had been at the top of his list of things to 'always do'. Reading web-pages and seeing pictures from them and their legions of servants was one thing, at end you can laugh at it all and lay-down on your bed with the knowledge that they are not real. But to find you're self in another universe and knowing that they exist, that is a whole different matter entirely.

"Lady Nyx," Darius looked towards the primordial, his last hope. "You have to get me out of this hell-hole, please. Before they can get their hands on me, I'll do…."

"I may be a primordial but there are laws and things that not even I dare to manipulate or break," the primordial's words dashed any kind of hope that Darius might have had into pieces and then into smithereens. "You're actions has altered the fate of this universe to such extant that even the countless weavings of the changer of ways had been affected, the future and reality would be destabilized beyond measure even if I were able to remove you're Presence and brought you to the universe that you wanted- a impossibility because there is no means for me to truly find the universe which you originated from."

For the first time in perhaps years, the half-immortal found him-self speechless. He just couldn't look at it at anyway without him somehow being screwed both literally and figuratively.

"The imperium of man's forces were to be defeated in Thaxia," the primordial explained by no doubt seeing the conflicting emotions that were running on his face. "Later launching a campaign to retake the planet which would have had ultimately leads to death and destruction of the billions that live on Thaxia, the mass of emotions and sufferings were to open a warp-rift which the daemon legions of Chaos would have used to invade then claim the planet for their own."

"So basically, I just fucked-up the future and would-be-history of this whole galaxy or universe." Darius said cynically, "but how? What is the fate of billions and one fucking planet in this universe full of billions of stars and countless other life-forms?"

"Even the smallest of pebbles can cause waves when thrown into the water," Nyx spoke as if she was speaking to an inexperienced child which would have made the demigod silently bristle if it weren't for the fact that he had more important things to focus on. "The changes would have been small had it been that and likely wouldn't have mattered in the grand schemes of this galaxy but you're attempt at turning that weapon into a holy one," she pointed her index finger towards the now turned 'holy' bolt-pistol that was still in Darius's hand. "Has caused a massive ripple into the realm called warp, you know the outcome if you truly are a son of Athena and have knowledge about the ways of this universe and reality."

'The warp,' his mind provided him with the answer, 'it is a realm made from countless amounts of thoughts, emotions and psychic energies. You're enchantment directly tapped into the faith of the billions bellow and affected you to some extant just as the bolter-Pistol, it might not show in the material world but in the warp it most have acted like some sort of a small beacon or something. Since the imperium of man uses the warp to travel through the stars, it must have affected the warp-transportation…'

"Oh god, give me a break." The demigod felt nuances and shocked to the core because he had just learned that he had just no doubt flipped the galactic table on sense of order and stability, he couldn't even begin to fathom the number of things that had been affected.

Prophecies were no doubt changed or outright destroyed; events that should have come to passing were thwarted or even thrown out of the spiraling wheel that is called fate. Ships that should have been lost to the warp where instead saved while those that had been to their destination had no doubt lost their way due to the sudden appearance of a second 'warp-beacon'.

Any sense of order and stability in the threads of fate had been gutted and ripped into pieces, if the future was an uncertain place before now it was truly unpredictable.

"You didn't have the power or the needed preparation to direct or even trying to control all of those faith and emotions," Nyx's voice brought the demigod out of his thoughts, "as such it had spread like a wave, uncontrolled and unpredictable until it had joined the faith of countless others and then through them into the one who is sitting upon the golden throne."

"So I just added more juice and fueled the imperial beacon to burn a little bit brighter," the demigod said, he was never happier to know that his theories had proven to be incorrect. He now remembered that the bolt-pistol had been a mundane one that was no doubt manufactured along with countless others; its template was neither enhanced through arcane means or rituals but through advanced technology no doubt.

There was such a thing Called limits and even a Powerful weapon enhanced through supernatural faith-attributes attributes would have them.

Magic was a powerful supernatural force but it still followed its absolute laws and conditions. Energy cannot be destroyed, it may be banished or used and divided into pieces but it cannot be destroyed. All of those faith-drawn energies and belief had to go somewhere, and it seemed to have used the enchantment to connect itself with a main-stream of those energies that were directed towards the golden throne that the master of mankind was sitting on.

Normally such a thing was common -or at least Darius knew it should be common in a universe where it was said that the faith aimed towards the emperor had been the reason to give him some kind of a half-divine status or something- except for the fact that those energies that had been sent from Thaxia, had a supernatural equalizer called magic within them. Like a fuse connects to dynamite, it had lighted itself and so it had taken its path before reaching its last destination.

Magic was unpredictable like that sometimes, that was why magic users were always careful when trying to use spells which they did not fully knew.

Of course when it comes to Darius Razdan; it is going to be all hands on deck.

This Rule of the world was never more enforced as the said demigod saw the shaking head of the primordial; he was starting to develop quite a dislike for that.

"Before the reincarnated one had been put on the throne after the rebellion of his favorite son, he had foreseen the inevitable extinction and doom of mankind. Be it one year after the great civil war or ten thousands more." Nyx's next words were delivered in such absoluteness and piercing truth that the demigod visibly flinched, "you're previous action not only destroyed that inevitable end but also affected countless other things that no amount of words that I use will be able to fully describe. You, Son of Athena, unleashed chaos upon not just countless mortals but also immortals alike, not even those of chaos or order had been able to remain unaffected by the unpredictability that you brought upon this galaxy."

Darius now didn't knew what to think anymore because there simply was no amount of words that could summarize his situation, as such he asked the only question that he could.

"…what the hell am I supposed to do now?" he asked the primordial bluntly and without hesitation, at this rate being at the end of his rope. "If what you're saying is true-and I am not saying it is not, then everyone and their thrice removed grandmother will be after my head and neck by now."

"I have shielded you're identity and appearance from the countless ones that would have seen you within the galaxy the moment that you had caused the eruption of the imperial beacon," with but those words, Darius let out a breath that he didn't even knew he was holding.

That's one thing that he won't need to worry about anymore, still the demigod knew that the primordial had not done this for the kindness of her heart. His cynical mind already told him that she wanted something from him just as others wanted from his.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have appeared in front of him.

"Thanks for that one," the demigod thanked the primordial before continuing after a pause to gather his thoughts. "Not that I'm not grateful for that and all but what do you exactly want from me?"

Being a realistic one with many experiences and hardships under his belt, he knew that there was no such a thing as 'kindness' or free lunch when it came to dealing with immortals. If one appeared or came to you for any reasons, you can be sure that they would always want something from you.

"I believe this will answer your question," said the primordial, brining closed hand forward before opening it and revealing what she was holding. "Now, I am forced to do what I can to keep the reality stable in this galaxy. As the instigator and reason for too many of my current problems, you are going to take weight for your actions, unintentionally they might have been." The Primordial of night clarified, "Now choose, Darius Razdan. What will it be?"

"You're a primordial, why do you care for the stability of the reality?" Darius asked, pointedly trying to not to look towards the object that the primordial was presenting to him.

"I care not if the species of this galaxy fight each other to extinction, but I do care when there is a chance that chaos can use to overcome order and fully conquer the real-space." Nyx answered, "Now I ask again, Demigod. Will you accept of being amongst those who always walk between death and damnation or will you take your chances with being an imperial guardsman who will have to die for those of his betters? Choose wisely because this choice will ultimately shape you're destiny."

"Look, you're giving me a choice between walking into a minefield and jumping into an ocean full of hungry sharks." The demigod attempted to reason, "What you're asking me is impossible because I don't have the resources, the experience or the influence to wield or even attempt to use that." He took a glance towards the object that he was talking about before looking directly to the primordial's eyes.

"You have an inborn talent of turning what is considered to be impossible into possible, now I will ask once again and this time it will be for the final time: what is your choice?"

The half-immortal knew what his choice was, he didn't need to think to know that between the imperial guard and the position that Nyx was offering him, he will need to choose the one that had more possibility of survival. No matter how dangerous and vaunting it might be, he will need to be one of the most powerful monsters that the imperium of man to always needs and seems have a knack to produce.

Moving his free hand forward, he grabbed the object and wordlessly made his choice known.

"I shall contact you when I wish for your services, in exchange I shall provide what limited aid that I can but the rest will be up to you, Half-blood." The primordial turned around started to walk forward towards a wall of darkness before stopping just steps away from a fall of darkness. "Do try to survive half-blood; death shall be the least of worries."

And then the primordial stepped forward and seemed to have been eaten by the darkness of the shadows themselves, the demigod's foots instantly carried him to the position which he knew Sister Jeanna had last seen him.

The conflict and turmoil that he was feeling were instantly covered by the mask that he put on his face, that of a grandfatherly and old-figure that had manipulated immortals and killed monsters alike.

As reality slowly started to correct itself, the half-immortal looked towards the object in his hand. Such a small and innocent and mundane looking object that give power to those who had it to condemn entire worlds to Death and destruction, turning that which housed billions of lives into barren planets of ash and dust.

'And so the monster is born,' the words made themselves known to the demigod as gazed into the inquisitorial Rosette/Seal amulet before closing his fist around it and looking towards the time-frozen sister. Already feeling time starting to slowly turn to normal as the effect of the primordial's presence was gone without her being there.

'And now I am an inquisitor. Heaven and hell, how am I supposed to make this shit fly?' he silently asked him-self as he readied him-self to play his new role. Already a plan forming in his mind as he took in the cards that he had been dealt with and started to play with them with the knowledge that if he didn't use them right, then all that he will get will be a very painful death or worse.

That is, if his unpredictable luck didn't throw anything else at him.

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AN: it took me weeks of reading Warhammer 40k wiki pages, five times writing and rewriting this chapter before I was even satisfied with this and started my new project.

Although what that really inspired me to write this was the lack of stories in the Percy Jackson X Warhammer 40k. Seriously, the Grimm-dark universe of war and carnage is filled with countless plots and materials that are just begging to be used. Add a son of Athena turned inquisitor into the mix along with a healthy dose of unpredictably and we have recipe.

Don't worry; I will be using other incorporated tools or technologies into Warhammer 40k. Poor Darius will need every trick in sleeves to survive in this one and don't worry about cannon, I will maintain it.

I love Warhammer 40k, I have spent time reading page after pages and its lore. Giving Darius access to needed resources to build his power-base, having him use 'things' from other franchises is one thing but trying to wholly change the Warhammer-verse?

That's a whole matter entirely and it wouldn't be the Warhammer 40k that we like and want.

So until next time, see you later.

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