This is my take on the Universe of Warhammer 40K! I have had this OC I am using here as a character design for years now, but I never got to write anything down from it all. The Main Character is the son of Eldar Goddess, Isha. During the story, most things will be explained in better detail. I will do some lore changes and somethings might be different, like the Fall of the Aeldari, War in the Heavens and generally the Eldar and Chaos lore will be the same, but with few big and small changes. Without further ado shall we start the Journey?
It's 40,000 millennia, The Milky Way galaxy is filled with untold horrors, uncountable wars rage in the cosmos while many races fight for Galaxy wide domination or their self-made twisted reasons. In all this horror and war not much else happens, innocents die for simple reasons as born in worse living conditions while many others live in pristine palaces, with healthy food and medical care. The alien threat is ever-present in every Hive World, Agri World or simple every world where Human life exists. In this hell what some call galaxy, Unspoken horrors lurk in the dark places of every world, looming presence of something that has always been there, and will continue being there. The Immaterial horrors, Daemons, Spawn from the twisted nether called Warp. The twisting, nightmare filled realm none should gaze, for whatever lurks there gazes back. In all this horror and death, a cry pierces the silent corridors and hazard filled Hive City sector of Armadas.
Small child, no older than few days bellows in the dark, filth-ridden alleyway all alone. The sound of crying might have attracted someone or something whatever lurks in these horrible death holes. Shuffling can be heard and soft footfalls on the wet ground when a set of worn boot covered feet appear near the crying child. Two clothed hands take the bundle to their arms. The crying stops, two bright emerald eyes of a small boy focus on soot and ash-covered man's face, two grey orb's looks at back at those two clear crystal green eyes. Something sparks in the child's eyes, making the man gasp, he could feel... Something from this boy, something unnatural, yet not something out of darkness or malice, untold warmth, and feeling of... Hope? Is there such thing as Hope or warmth in this world, in this galaxy? The man couldn't tell or know, but something made him decide to wrap another rag around the child while holding him against his chest gently, hiding his small body from any unwanted eyes or attention. The man didn't know this, but his very choice to take this small infant would remake and reshape the very foundations of the Galaxy. This, the Fate shines, and a small sliver of hope is born in the heart of a grieving mother. Her race could still be saved, with the Galaxy still having hope, so can she have some.
The Galaxy as a whole could feel something was coming, something that would rend everything asunder that is known and set into a new order. Let the Hope sing, in a dark and horror-filled Worlds of the Galaxy. Let the Son of Hope shine forevermore...
Sound of bare feet slapping against the wet cold ground fill the silent street. Sound of shouting and few cracks of an autogun follow, what is then followed by barely restrained laughter of a young boy. Vaulting over fallen industrial pipe sizing in few dozen meters and rolling to a halt at the other side young boy snorts at the yelling and curses coming from the other side. Looking at the reason of the chase, a small brown satchel filled with real-deal imperial credits, a good catch for the boy, brilliant if he can say so. Standing upright, shaking few scraps of filth from his ash-covered clothing the young boy whirls around, starting to trek towards alley's and other crawly holes in the Northen Hive sector, so said: "Living" quarters for the "Workforce"... More like a den of filth and slaves! Finding a good ledge and few pipes leading on the twenty meter tall housing this young rascal hops up, taking hold a pipe and hoisting easily himself up on it before making his way towards the rooftops, a lot better way to move around in the Hive than in the highly deadly, and totally death filled alley's.
"No thank you, I find climbing a lot better thank you very much..." The Young boy muses to himself while reaching to tops.
The massive Hive city spreads around in every direction the eye can see, only lights coming from the massive light poles and spires reaching to sky, sky that is ever dark from ash and toxic gas that permits the warming rays of the sun from falling on the Hive Armadas, shrouding all in the ever-present cold dark. The young boy has only once felt the sun on his pale skin, that time a shuttle came down from the skies, splitting the clouds for few very short seconds. From that day forward his yearning for that warmth has been driving him to climb higher whenever he can, but never has he been able to reach the upper spires... That will change, if not tonight then soon, He will have his warmth, isn't it something every living being should have as a birthright? The warming breeze and soft, not acid rains caressing their skin? Or are those just fiction from Audio Databooks, something that isn't allowed for hivers like him? Standing up from a crouch, the boy decides to try once more, there must be way up high enough to see the sun!
Starting to run, the boy skids along the roofs, vaulting and hopping up and down over obstacles with ease he finds his way to an antenna that leads to one of the smaller spires, from where he can start looking for a way up. Throwing the satchel over his shoulder to rest on his back, young boy hops towards a ledge, arms extended he manages to grab hold from the hard steel ledge, hoising his leg over it and quickly standing again to continue this, ledges, pipes and many hundreds of wires like vines cover the sides of the massive steel and ceramite spires sides, nearly laughable ease the boy finds his way higher and higher. His small, dark form granting him cover from many ships and other flying vehicles going from spire to spire. Reaching for halfway closed ventilation shaft the boy catches hold of an askew pointing piece of pipe, flinging himself there to take few breaths, he must have scored at least three hundred meters now... Few thousand meters to go.
Reaching for a compound grey steel water bottle on his hip he takes few gulps of clear water, something he had to nearly die for not a few days ago, water being source of most fighting around the hivers. The water given down to them is mostly loaded with waste drugs and toxins to kill them for some noble's sick pleasure, something he has witnessed many times and still can't come to understand how and why someone could kill and torture others, what has someone ever done to them?
"Tch... Total pricks... Can't they notice that we suffer down here? And for what? To give them their worth of credits!" The boy rants before huffing and closing his eyes.
Soon he stands up again, eyes open he gulps one more time from his water bottle and latches it back on his belt, which is also worn, but holding together still, so, Good thing! Reaching up he takes hold of thick wire, starting to hoist himself up with both arms he makes his way up. His arms giving a dull sense of strain but never has he felt the exhaustion from physical labor, well he hasn't ever given it much doubt it being a saving grace to be able to do something not even grown adults can do in mere age of ten cycles... Pushing those thoughts away he makes his way to the top of the smaller spire near the three massive ones, not the tallest, but both have access to bridge lines towards the most massive spire on the horizon. The main spire of Hive city Armadas reaches ten kilometers high in the sky, piercing the clouds and no doubt reaching to the heavens! Again! Pushing the not needed thoughts away when climbing potentially most deadly wire and sharp metal wall of the spire...! Coughing he sees the side of the bigger spire no more than forty meters away from himself, thinking hard and looking around he sees a vire bundle... Maybe... Yeah!
Taking the bundle of wire, tying a loop in the other end he starts to swing it around with his right arm, giving it a good amount of momentum he then extends his arm forward with all the force his body can give, aiming at the side of the tower. The wire soars through the air, going forever...
"Come on come on... Reach it!" The boy hops up and down, hoping that his plan even works this far!
Solid smack echoes, then the improvised rope stays there, giving it hard tug few times, earning satisfied nod and a wide smile he takes hold of the wire with death grips, gulping air he looks down at the metropolis, dozens of lights and smaller sharp-pointed towers... Well, you only live once! Bending his knees, readying his legs he jumps forward with all of his strength, the rope going taunt and holds! Soaring through the air he sees the side of the massive spire coming closer, not planning this far his eyes widens, panic finding a way to his breathing, looking around with fast-spinning head he notices another batch of wires.
"There!" He shouts to himself, aiming straight to the mass of wires he smashes into them, grunting from the impact and going limb in the wires, having his body tangled into them he hangs there with few coughs forcing their way out of his lungs. Taking long and hard inhales of air into his lungs he looks around, spotting that yes, he is now five hundred meters up in the air, peering down all the way while hanging from a tangled mess of wires, not the best spot to be...
Placing the porcelain cup down on the pristine white and red painted table, sighing a young girl, no more than thirteen cycles old in red dress with white whirls look out of the thick reinforced glass window, peering into the dark and honestly horrible looking hive city with bored eyes. Letting another sigh come from her mouth she stands to walk closer the window, seeing the massive hive open to her. Her father, wealthy businessman on this planet only having this one-kilometer high spire for themselves, not the tallest ones for sure, this one not reaching over the dark ash clouds that blanket the hive city Armadas always. Not actually bothering for how tall the spire is, it's a lot better than many others, near the city center with its landing pads it's a good spot, and quite far from the underhive tunnels in the filth filled expanses. Not bothering to idle there long she turns around just when a loud smack can be heard from the other side of the glass window. Whirling around to look outside with raised brow.
Not seeing anything at first... Before a movement catches her eyes. The wire bundle near the window is moving, and something or someone seems to be tangled in it! The first reaction this young girl makes is turning around fast, and bolting to the door of her well-decorated room filled with plushies and toys. Pressing the sliding door, hissing and gears make a sound as it opens she steps outside on the clean and brown colored hallway where two guards in Imperial flak armor stand with las pistols.
"Guards, there is someone stuck outside the window..." She says with a clear, young tone, eyeing the guards.
"Someone outside the window?" The other one asks with not believing tone, looking at his work partner who is as much confused by the young lady's words.
The girl huffs slightly, nodding twice.
"Yes, there is someone tangled in the wires near the window, I am not joking!" She shouts out, looking embarrassed now because the guards won't believe her.
Both guards nod fast, bowing slightly.
"We didn't mean to slight you m'lady, I will head to get someone look outside while Herman stays to guard you." The other man nods before turning around to scurry away quickly to get someone look outside for the odd circumstance.
The now named Guard Herman nods, following the young girl inside her room and near the window. Peering outside with his other hand resting near his laspistol. It's not unheard of thugs trying to climb the towers, but one of the medium-sized towers... Scaling those is impossible for normal human beings!
"This is odd, the toxins and ash in the air this high even should kill normal humans, and the sheer height and need of stamina to climb this far needs to be nearly cosmic for human..." Herman muses out loud, indeed seeing someone hanging from the wires, clearly a human being tangled there.
The young Girl shuffles there, peering outside at the tangled person. Who might that be..? Some thug or mutant trying to reach the wealthy or maybe it's one of those spies from Lady Tyburs stories! Nevertheless, a hover pad with five armed guards and few serfs come near the window, pointing a light beam at the tangled person. The light now reveals a young boy hanging there wearing a brown shirt with few holes and ash-covered grey loose-fitting shorts. Barefeet and arms covered in dirt and ash too. The boy looks at the light and people with dinner-plate-sized eyes, seemingly starting to rip the wires and try to escape with clear panic in his movements. The guards take their lasguns, not shooting yet they order the serfs to hover closer so they can catch this boy.
Upon reaching the new panicked boy two guards go strong-arm him or supposedly try to when the boy frees his right leg and kicks one of the guard's arm away and nearly connects a punch in the face of the second one! Not taking chances, the guards finally overpower the young boy, taking him into a hold and ordering the hover pad head to the blast door near the side of the building. Herman hears the door hissing, turning around the see the young lady vanished behind the corner.
"M'lady! Wait!" Herman shouts, running after the girl.
Reaching a large room filled with gear and many other vehicles the Young lady sees a dozen guards holding the dirt-covered boy with a shock collar stick. The boy sitting on his buttocks on the ground with dirt and ash dirtied hair, not telling what color his hair is nor can she see his eyes for his bangs are covering his face. His hair is only reaching slightly over his ears, being unbelievably messy and dirty. Herman finally finds his way to the young lady, panting gently he goes to stand guard near the lady.
"What is the meaning of this ruckus here?" A strong voice comes from the other side of the hangar, a man in business suit and cane walks to the scene.
"Lord!" One of the guards shouts, bowing with everyone else in the hangar before lifting his head.
"We found this Filthy rat all tangled up near the young lady Valerie's window My lord, we went to capture him here Lord." He informs, tucking the collar stick and making the boy fall on his side before lifting him with the stick to stand.
The young girl, Valerie, looks at the boy and the way he was being treated. Not wanting to open her mouth before her father speaks. The Lord takes long strides towards the soot and ash covered boy, looking down at him, he leans closer.
"Who might you be Hiver?"He asks with a questioning tone, taking hold of the young boy's chin and raising his gaze to meet his own.
Two crystal green emeralds gaze back strongly for someone so young, Valeria gasping at the exotic green eyes, but still being silent at the sideline. The young boy, on the other hand, holds his arms on his side, looking up before shaking his chin free, making few guards raise their guns. A hand stops their arms, The Lord has a small, amused smirk on his hard-edged face while looking down at the boy with a raised brow.
"Lewi, I am called Lewi..." Lewi says with a small, young boyish tone. His voice holding the same strength what his eyes have.
Chuckling then laughing, the Lord wipes few tears from his eyes, his hard features easing into a relaxed pose. Raising his arm forward towards the boy.
"I am Lord Augustus Third, What made a young bottom hiver climb this up may I ask Lewi?" Augustus asks, holding his arm steadily for the boy.
Lewi eyes the extended hand with stink eyes, not trusting this man, but still goes to shake Augustus's hand. Lord shaking firmly and then clasping his hands behind his back and stepping back with a nod. Lewi looks around with wary eyes before answering to Augustus.
"I wanted to climb up... To see the sun." Lewi says with a small voice, with something akin to embarrassed hid in it maybe?
Valeria gazes at Lewi with wonder, she has only a few times met other kids, and not ever has she seen young hiver like him. She felt a strong need to uncover this mystery that stood not far from her, this crystal green-eyed boy is.
"See the sun... That my boy is something odd from someone so young as you." Augustus says, his voice holding no ill will or sneer, something that Lewi waited from the upper hiver.
Staring at the man, Lewi looks around again, his eyes landing on Valeria, first time seeing someone close to his age he peers at her, tilting his head curiously. He looks at the collar stick-wielding guardsman, who at the moment seems to be at a loss for his Lords actions for the so-called hiver rat. The Lord motions for the guards to stand ease, the collar stick coming off now. Lewi rubs his neck and throat, feeling small bruises forming there, nothing he can't take, he has many bruises around his legs and arms too, but they never stay long or hurt as they heal fast for some reason, something that he has just accepted as something unnormal in him. He keeps his eyes on the young girl, who in trade is looking back at him with her steel-blue eyes, noting her pristine fair, unblemished skin not sickly pale like his skin is where the dirt or ash doesn't cover him. He then does something odd, he waves shyly at the young girl.
Shock and something akin to giddiness fills Valeria's chest, waving slightly back at the odd boy and smiling back at his shy wave. She turns to look at her father, who has completive face and hand stroking his chin, clearly thinking something fully he snaps his fingers, looking around.
"Serfs, set up a table and give full cleaning for Lewi here, he is to be treated as a guest, no questions." He informs, turning around and walking off leaving a dozen guards gaping like fishes before the start moving about.
Lewi stands there, blinking few times before few men and women come to take him away, guiding him along with dozen small questions towards somewhere inside the spire. Being escorted through tens of different corridors and sudden turns, Lewi nearly loses his sense of direction, why in someone's name this place has so many turns!? Deciding to peer around, he notices a dozen paintings, small statues. Useless show of wealth really, what happiness something as a painting could bring when warm food and real bed these Upperhivers can have, why waste it on statues? Truly something that cannot be figured out yet. Soon the serfs get Lewi to a white-tiled room with water hoses and pipes, few circular baths and rack of towels... Few of the serfs go around, starting to place buckets and few brushes near the edge of the biggest bath. One serf, stern-looking woman comes to Lewi, looking him over.
"Hmmm... Yes yes, we need to scrub and wash you thoroughly otherwise you remain dirty." She says, snapping her fingers for the work to commence.
"Wha-!?" Lewi asks out intelligently, not having time to react to the arms and hands that take off his clothes, dumb him in the warm bath and start brushing his hair clean.
"Hey! I can wash my hair myself!" Lewi cries out, but not able to fight off the steel-like arms of the stern bull of a woman.
Washing Lewi's head, then cleaning the sope off his head, all the dirt and ash being cleaned away the young boy's hair color stands there. Many of the serfs stop to look at the color of his hair, Golden brown and shines in the light of the room.
"Nonsense, the Lord ordered us to clean you Young mister, behave." The stern woman says, starting to clean his upper body while two other clean his lower parts...
Lewi stays quiet, red-faced there while others clean his body from the dirt and ash... Nearly boiling over from the embarrassment He sits there. The serfs then stand away, letting Lewi stand up when he is given a big, soft towel! Lewi nuzzles into it while drying himself, earning few coos from the female serfs, few of them whisper about something and giggle.
"Right then, here are your clothes. After you dress in them you will be escorted to the dinner table to dine with the Lord and young Lady. Remember to behave, act civilly as you can. We know that you are underhiver, but you must still have manners." The scary, stern bull woman lectures Lewi, who nods fiercely before turning towards the clean clothes.
Taking a white plain long-sleeved shirt and inspecting it, Lewi dresses into it, marveling how clean and soft it feels, though slightly too big for him, the sleeves going further than his arms go. Slipping into a brown, little bit more fitting pants, but stopping to stare at the shoes... Something he has never used. Turning to look up at the stern woman with a meek gaze.
"Do I have to wear those shoes...?" He asks gently, hiding the lower part of his face with his too-big sleeves.
The woman stares at the boy, but! She falters, sighing heavily.
"You can go barefooted now that your feet are clean, well then, chop-chop, dinner is waiting." The woman hurries Lewi along with one man, who guides him towards the maze of the spire.
Lord Augustus was at impassive, the choice to take the boy in for a sudden dinner and even clean him, provide him with clean clothes was an impulsive choice mostly. Turning to look out of his office where he went to wait for the dinner to be set and for Lewi to be cleaned, he sighs, looking out towards the most massive spire in the Hive City of Armadas he can't shake the odd feeling he got from touching the young underhiver, feeling of... Warmth, odd, but the non-unpleasant feeling had washed over him, getting him curious, something that he has not ever felt from anyone. Odd, a mystery indeed that he must solve.
Turning to look at the brown gold inlaid table at the center of his office room, walking closer to tap a few buttons when a holo screen appears there. Whirling through few reports he comes to an article, old finding that his Rogue trader friend had given him for free, something the Trader didn't see as worthy to have around. Starting to read through it, he comes to a part he has skimmed over... Hmmm, why not. He presses the part, zooming it and starting to read the text along with his finger following.
Born of Dark places
Child of Fate shall be born
Eyes what shine guide the lost
Will of Unbreakable scale, Fate of an Ages
The Child of Hope shall be born in the World
Weep for your salvation, Weep for hope! Weep for ALDAR
Slowly finishing through the text, that seems to be some prophecy... Of Dark places, Eyes that shine... Turning to look out the window again with many new thoughts whirling in his mind.
"By Emperor... Guide me towards the just.."
Stepping into a massive, warm looking room with a large, long table at the middle that is filled to the brim with different kinds of food, snacks, and drinks. Lewi blinks, gulping slowly at the sight. His gaze then finds the young girl, Valeria sitting at one of the chairs near the table.
"Ah!" She slides down from her chair, making her way to stand in front of Lewi.
"Greetings, my name is Valeria!" She says with a bright, beaming smile.
Blinking again, Lewi stares at the girl, who is standing at the same height of five feet, eyes on the same line. Taking another look, he finds that she is wearing small shoes with fur on them...
"Hi.." He answers back, with a slightly unsure voice, which is not missed by the girl.
Grabbing Lewi's hand, Valeria pulls him towards the table, making him nearly trip, but managing to follow the leading girl.
"Come, sit with me until father comes, then we can eat, you must be hungry, you can eat as much as you want with us!" She says out with a giddy voice, letting Lewi take a seat and hopping back on her own and smiling at the boy.
Lewi nods shyly not following fast enough at the speed Valeria speaks, his bangs covering most of his face before he wipes them away. Now that his hair is clean, Valeria marvels at the quality of his hair... Goldern brown, messy and thick strands that curl and seem to have their wild way, a total opposite to her own straight, middle back reaching blonde hair. Staring at his hair, she extends her hand to touch one strand of golden-brown hair, making Lewi jump away slightly with wary eyes.
"I just wanted to test how your hair feels." She says with a warm smile, blowing away the small fear Lewi had in him from a sudden try to touch his head.
Leaning now back closer, He lets her touch his head and hair. Valeria lets out a small breath of fascination, his hair feels so soft and bushy... Like locks of finest fur and silk. She doesn't notice that while she muses her thoughts, her fingers start to stroke his hair and scalp, making Lewi gasp slightly and close his eyes from the odd warm feeling coming from the action of the young girl. Unknown to the two young kids, the Lord had reached the room but had seen what was going on and decided to stay quiet and watch with a small smirk. Musing in his mind, the boy must be quite an attention-starved it seems and my girl seems to grow like his hair. Chuckling, alarming to the kids of his presence he walks closer to the table and sits opposite of the two young ones.
Jumping slightly from the sound of her fathers' chuckle, cheeks tinted with red Valeria looks away from Lewi, her hands clasped on her lap. Lewi, on the other hand, blinks, staring at the lord and then at the food, having heard that they can eat when he comes. Augustus seeing the look Lewi was giving his food, smiles.
"Feel free to start eating, the food is for eating now staring." He says with a small amused smirk playing on his lips.
Lewi, only wasting a beaming smile and fast nod starts to eat the first thing he knows what is on the table, circular bread with something creamy on it that tastes salty and oily in a good way. Stuffing his face full of the bread, earning a chuckle again from the lord and giggle from Valeria who had started to eat with utensils her portion of food. Wolfing through the bread Lewi seems to grow more alive in their eyes, gaining happier smile and healthier look in his eyes he turns to look at the bowl filled with many vegetables and meat that he has never seen. He turns to look at his sides, trying to think about how to eat it without making a big mess... Valeria noticing this jumps at the chance, taking hold of a spoon and his hand.
"You use this like this to eat the food, here I'll show you!" She guides the spoon to his mouth, Lewi looking slightly flushed before the food touches his mouth.
Something can be seen opening in the mind of the young boy, starting to eat the soup, only slightly dirtying his white shirt with the soup making the stern eyed woman at the back stare at him, Lewi not noticing her for being too shocked at how good the food tastes. Augustus smiles at the eagerness the boy eats, at least he can eat, taking his fork and knife he starts to sample his own laser grilled steak with low, calm movements, not in a hurry at all like the younger male is. After finishing the soup, Lewi attacks at the steak placed near him, seemingly eating for few years of worth there and then. Valeria seems to have fallen into deep thought, idle looking at Lewi, then at his father. Deciding to get answers for herself soon.
Augustus notices her look, nodding slightly and wiping his mouth clean.
"Lewi, you can eat as much as you want, I will be going to see a few things with Valeria here. When you are finished, the serfs will guide you to your room for the night, no need to worry much." The Lord says to the young boy with a calm tone, standing up and walking with Valeria elsewhere.
Lewi looks at their fleeing forms, then back at his food. Shrugging he continues destroying the steak.
Walking behind her father, Valeria stops still, making Augustus turn around to peer at her with asking eyes.
"What are you doing father here? Why are you going this far for Lewi?" She asks with a small amount of heat in her voice, something that doesn't go unnoticed from Augustus.
Turning to fully look at his daughter with a passive gaze, he looks over her before answering.
"I have a feeling, call it a hunch that the boy there is someone important, or will be someone important. I want to see what he brings along, what I could profit from him and maybe gain. With someone like him, who at so young age could climb and even survive toxins in the air at the height of many hundred meters high. He scaled spires without any gear, just his arms, and feet. He doesn't seem to be even ill or disease-ridden, like many from the Underhive are. That tells us that boy isn't normal." He says with a calm tone, laced with curiosity and steel.
Valeria looks at his father in a small amount of shock, now thinking over what he said, all of it sounds so unbelievable, but she then closes her eyes slightly at him.
"Well, we hold him here?" She asks gently.
Augustus nods, turning to walk away.
"I will tomorrow propose him an adoption to our family, go take care of him, daughter, he is sleeping in your room." The lord informs before turning around a corner and vanishing to his own way.
Hope you all will likes this, feel free to review and even give me character ideas for this story! Also a spot for a beta reader is open! Please do PM if you are interested!