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Unknown Imperial World:
Unknown Time:
As the giant tear Circatrix Maledictum in real space tore the galaxy in half thousands of worlds are besieged and lost by the Imperium of Man. This world is among them. Deamons, traitors, cultist and vile fiends pour out from portals unto the world. Millions of Imperial Guards were called for its defense. They valiantly defended the world with valor, bravery and will yet those seems not enough to turn the tide of pure chaos and unadulterated rage.
He is scared. Guardman Karlis is scared. His position is being overrun and he is now alone. His companions died on the pyrrhic 'victory' few hours ago. His vox is damaged beyond repair. Damaged in the past battles. He is breathing heavy and when he heard a charge coming. He turn around. When he is far away in running. He saw someone he is scared and dreaded more than the daemon host. A commisar.
He is prepared to be "serve in the firing line" as most cowards "volunteered" to serve. The commisar raise his hands and the guardman is prepared to meet the loving embrace of The Emperor and then he heard the gun firing. But instead of him dying he turn around saw a dead daemon. He was surprised and look at the commisar. Then another bolt hit another then another.
Something unusual with the commisar aside from sparing him. He appear to be glowing and something like a wing on his back. He could not understand as his fear that he felt seems melt away as he gaze upon him.
Then a huge Daemon Prince of Khorne, the Blood God appear to challenge the Commisar. With his great chainsword he fought of the creature. The land itself tremble at every blow and the Commisar evade with gracefulness that even the Eldar would envy.
The guardsman escape as the Commisar cover him. He run to the garrison even knowing that he would most likely be executed for cowardice. As long as the Commisar receive reinforcement he does not mind. He reported it and at first he was not believed then a inquisitor overhear and got curious. His description of the commisar is familiar despite the whole wing and aura thing. She used her authority to order the Imperial Guard to meet with the entity.
The Imperial Guard host are hastily assembled and disbark while the inquisitor keep thinking to herself " that brave coward"
Then they arrived at the scene with a mountain of deamons and heretics underneat the Commisar ready to strike at the Deamon Prince. The moment it felled a barrage of artillery hit it with the fury of the sun.
The commisar then vanished as fast as he appeared however not before the Inquisitor saw his figure. It is the figure she know all her years . It is the figure of the Hero of Imperium , Ciaphas Cain.
This is the first sighting of that Living Imperial Saint.