Disclaimer: I do not own Warhammer 40k. Warhammer 40k belongs to Games Workshop

I slowly began to open my eyes and looked around and was quite surprised.

There was no wasteland, passenger room or weird warp place. I was home, in my dining room to be precise. For a moment I thought I was back home and had simply had fallen asleep and all what I had experienced had been a simple fuckt up dream.

"But this is no dream my confused Swabian friend."

Slowly I turned my head right and then I saw him...ore rather me. The person looked like me but with slight differences.

First, he was red and if I say red, I mean completely red skin. Like a cliché demon from a children book. He also had horns that came from the sides of his head. Over his shoulder poked a tail just as read as his skin and I could see fangs poke out of his mouth.

"So? How does it feel like being in your mind while talking to the abnormal creature that is currently living in it?"

A normal person would have been freaking out by now, and actually I would have been quite terrified right now. But somehow, I couldn't bring myself to be terrified. I just didn't feel it.

He fixated me with his violet eyes and seemed to stare into my soul. "So why don't we go to business. So, by now you know where you are but don't know why. And to be honest I don't know either but to be frank I don't care."

I raised an eyebrow at that. "And what do you care about?" I asked. He looked at me and grinned.

"For all I care you are my ticked out of the warp. As long as I am in you, I don't have to go back to that hellhole full of degenerates. Hell, sooner or later I might be able to possess you fully." He laughed leaning back in his chair.

I on my side didn't feel intimidated and looked him dead into his violet eyes. "You don't say so my dear not friend. But for now, you are stuck in me and I know that for now you can't do shit against me. Furthermore, you may also now that I'm not a normal person. I know about Chaos I know about the traitors I know about the fucking gods and I know that the warp spawns and never born with all your power and might fear one being, one man."

Now it seemed as the cards had shifted into my favor. The thing seemed to have lost some parts of his sureness. Now I could even see some sweat.

"I have no idea what you are talking about mortal." He tried to get back his power.

"Oh, really do you want me to say his name? Anathe-"

"All right all right I fucking get it! By Nurgles pox riddled balls just shut up!" He screamed now leaning over the table and only inches away from my face.

Now I knew something that I had previously only speculated on. I knew that the Emperor had a certain power in the warp. A power that made the other things in the warp shit themselves. But I had to be careful, that thing in front of me had been powerful enough to escape from the warp and had probably survived there without the need to join one of the gods.

But that wasn't a reason to loosen my sharpness. Warp spawn was still warp spawn and I still could get into a fucktonn of trouble if I made a mistake. I had to gamble, bluff and bullshit myself through this in a way that would make Ciaphas Cain whistle with respect.

"Alright...sorry what did you say was your name again?" I tried.

"Nice try ass I didn't start existing yesterday. You think I will tell you, my name? Just call me Lucifer for now that is a name you should be known to you." He smirked.

I took a deep breath and leaned back folding my hands. It was time for real talk.

"Alright, Lucy. Listen I know you think that you have a lot of control. But you don't, at least for now I am the boss here. So, what stops me from just pointing a gun at my head and blow my head off hm? What happens with you then. I tell you what you go back to the warp and get eaten my I don't want to imagine what."

Now his smirk was gone. "You don't have the guts for that."

I kept my face as neutral as I could. If I wanted to win this, I had to play this perfectly. "this universe is full of things that would make the worst gulag look like a wellness trip and psychopath that could make Dreddy Krueger shit his pants. So. Ty. Me. Warpfucker."

Now he was frowning and grinded his teeth. "And what do you prupose?"

I closed my eyes and took a deep deep breath. It had a point there if this really was Warhammer than I would be calmy said absolutely Rasor wire fucked. Every fuckuing faction would kill me without a blink. And that would be me being lucky. But since I had this uniform and other stuff with me, I could maybe try my luck with the xenophobic zealots.

"How about that. I try to find out where I fucking am. It looks like we are somewhere in a warzone so I and you have to be careful. we won't get anywhere if we I die here. So let me find out where I exactly am getting in contact with civilization and we will talk after that again. BUt till then you keep your feet still"

"Alright, you have your point. How about this I won't try anything for now while you get your shit together. Don't call me I call you, bye."

I raised one eyebrow. "What do you mea-" then everything went white.

My back was hurting. Groaning I sat up and saw that I was still sitting on the landing craft. Signing, I stood up and made a round look. Around me a barren wasteland of death and misery.

"Alright," I spoke voice full of determination. I staightened my uniform and griped my power sword.

"Bring it on Warhammer!"

So this was now the Third chapter. Our Commissar has finaly met the devol on his shoulder. let't see if they will be able to work together so that they won't end up back in the warp. Ore wors. I hope you liked it if you have ideas how I could improve my story please leave a review with your ideas.

Dealer Van Wolfenstein