Warhammer 40k: Between Gods and Monsters

by P. D. S 62647117

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)

2. Chapter 1: The Start of a New Age

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.

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Chapter 1

"Look at me, I am not a son of Poseidon who is the most powerful demigod of his generation, I'm no son of Jupiter who has been trained by wolves and neither am I a son of Hades who is crowned with the title of the Ghost King. I Am Darius Razdan, the Son of Athena who had to scrap in the gutters and learn how to pick-himself up after every-time that he fell, So Don't speak to me about what is 'right' and what is 'wrong'. Every single-power that I have now, every skill that I have mastered to this today, I have worked for them through blood, sweat and tears. Don't expect me to fear you, because compared to things that I have faced and been put through. You are nothing-No, you are less than nothing. You may be my mother but the fact remains that you weren't there when I needed you, so don't expect me to bow down to you now or to give you my respect when you have done nothing to earn it, Immortal. I have made my own way and I will keep doing so because at the end it's up to me to survive in a world like ours…"- Darius Razdan speaking with his immortal mother, Pallas Athena

"the most feared man is not the man who is at the front of all his accomplishments and possesses the loudest of voices, the most feared man is the man who knows when to stand in the shadows and when to reveal himself in the light, The most silent and quietest of men are often times the ones with the most loudest of voices and words." -unknown

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If there was something that Darius always found to be powerful and extremely useful to use against his opponents who outclassed both in power and strength, it was the power of human ingenuity and trickery.

Two potent things which he had used against immortals and their schemes in more ways than just one and in more times than he could care to count, using the first one he had made tools which had helped him overcome the odds that were against him in some way and the second to turn the schemes of the immortal manipulators against them.

In just four hours-ago, he had used the later to trick a primordial called Nyx.

The primordial had been watching him since the time that he opened his eyes in the hospital, how else would she knew of his existence and deeds when in her admission that the chaos four had been watching him?

Just like the shadow that she was, she had been watching like the rest and she had made plans for him just without an ounce of doubt. Watching and waiting for the most appropriate moment to reveal her existence and use his most 'Desperate' moment to force him into a deal that Darius otherwise wouldn't have expected.

That was why Darius hadn't ask the penetrating questions or the holes which he had seen from the primordial's plan, if he did so then the trick would be up and he would have been stranded with the position of an imperial guard colonel at the best outcome or have a very angry primordial to deal with.

He had calculated the outcome and the risks and let the primordial think that she had the upper hand and everything was going according to her want and desire. Darius had seen the signs for how could he not see them when there were so many holes and so many questions with not much answers? The primordial had come to him to turn him into an instrument of her will, for where could he find a half-blood who will be willing to serve her interests and will?

The Emperor of Mankind had his galactic armies and legions of servants, The Chaos Four had their Daemon legions and their Champions. Who did the night mother have to serve her own will and interests without having history with either chaos or order?

The answer is obvious and simple: No one.

To have a half-blood who will be willing to do her tasks and orders would prove to be a too rewarding and too much temptation to pass-up, the primordial had cocked up a plan through hook-line and sinker.

No matter how one may look at it; no one wielded such power and authority than that of an inquisitor within the Imperium of Man, the resources and the powers which they wielded was their primary weapons to combat the countless threats that besieged Mankind from without or within.

Each inquisitor was the embodiment of the powers of the mighty inquisition; their words were that of the Emperor of Mankind's and so treated as such, they were free to pursue their agendas and their goals and aims in whatever way they saw it fit and appropriate.

The mandate of the inquisition was open and simple: survival of the imperium through any cost.

It was a mandate without any complications and neither obligation, what other power could the primordial of night give to her only piece of the game which can give him the straight path needed to see to her wishes and tasks which can't be given through the act of giving him the Rank of an inquisitor?

Darius didn't doubt it for a second that somewhere within the inquisition's Database, the name 'Darius Razdan' had already entered the inquisitorial archives, if such a thing even existed in the first place. The best part of this trick was that the night mother would never knew that she was tricked or even manipulated in the first place, why would she know when she had gotten in her mind what she wanted? As far as she will be concerned, she managed and that was all there was to it from her perspective.

Of Course, there was one problem which the night mother must have not anticipated or thought about.

'Having the inquisitorial rosette is one thing,' Darius thought with annoyance, 'but how the Hades can I claim membership of an Ordo when I don't even have the vital information about them except for what is found in the lore and the Wikipedia? Forget that, how am I supposed to requisition this monstrosity?!'

The demigod's left eye started to irritatingly twitch as he looked to the mars-pattern Battlecruiser the vigilant watcher, running scenarios in his mind about how was he going to introduce himself and requisition a ship this big without a single position of authority but his inquisitorial rosette.

No Soldiers to back him up and neither a Rank to properly identify him, just a piece of object that was said to give power and authority to the one wielding it.

'Darius Old boy, today is not just you're day.' The demigod let out a tired sigh that was muffled by the god-awful sound that filled the air of Thaxia's main space port, it was so loud that Darius had to use a voice amplifier to give orders to the regimental majors who had to also use their own to give orders to the rest of the 47th Thaxia mechanized infantry.

He may be the 'colonel' of the regiment but not even he could suddenly organize ten-thousand guardsmen and their vehicles at such short notice and without time, not to mention that the stress of life and death situations along with the amount of stress that he had to deal with was getting to him.

His patience and tolerance were now stretched and fatigue was bearing down on both his mental and physical body. Having a superhuman body was one thing and not being able to feel fatigue after hours of battle and pressure was a whole different matter, Darius would have been content to find an empty room and rest.

Unfortunately, He had been 'ordered' to mobilize and bring his regiment to Thaxia's main space port where they are to board a waiting ship called the vigilant watcher while the other regiments and their officers were either resting or enjoying the luxuries of the spires.

Even the thought about it made the son of Athena silently fume but he bear down on it and kept his mouth shut. It had not been the first time that life throw shit at the top of him, it won't be the last either.

All he had wanted was a room, a clean shower and a clean bed to lie down on.

Was it too much to ask? If it was then the half-blood was willing to lower his standards and just have a room and a bed.

'May you're emperor or whatever you worship help you if you decide to test what's left of my patience,' the moment that son of Athena set foot into the ship, the two servicemen that were standing beside the heavy metallic door closed it behind him with an audible thump, 'I'm fresh out of anything to spare and it won't be pretty when I'm done with you.'

Darius let out another deep calming breath before he kept walking with his own regimental commissar beside him who looked to have been worse to wear just like him-self. The smell of sweat and blood reeked from the commissar's black coat, the aged and grim-faced commissar was tired.

What a surprise (Translated: headache) it had been for Darius to know that his appointed regimental commissar was no one other than Commissar Esko himself.

There was no doubt the man's fatigue and tired state yet the commissar kept walking forward beside Darius, the half-blood's cynical mind joked that both of them were like comrades-in-arms or at least Comrades-in-Smells.

Both of them could have used showers, yet here they were. A golden bolt-pistol holstered on Darius's belt through a black holster with the same going for The Commissar with the exception that his bolt-pistol looked to be the normal mass-produced commissariat variant, both men were fresh out of the battlefield and both of them were feeling the after effects of adrenalin and fatigue. Even sister Jeanna who was with them was no different beside the fact of being less blood-soaked and tired then the two of them who had to lead the conscript company from the front so that the momentum could be preserved and moral be kept at acceptable level.

It would do miracles for a soldier's moral to see his own commanding officer leading from the front, for a company of conscripts newly mustered it was definitely a necessity.

"Emperor's throne," Darius said, giving him-self a mental pat on the back that he had assimilated and infiltrated the culture of a foreign regime so efficiency and quickly. His time and the trainings that he had received when being part of the many militaries of his world had taught the son of Athena many things, being a special forces operative who specialized in special tactics and actions only had made his skills and abilities more honed and then mastered.

"this is no way for a regimental colonel to present him-self," he complained as he saw that he had the ears of his three companions with sister Jeanna and canoness Adrasia being chief amongst them. "A colonel must lead by example, his uniform must be cleaned and washed after every battle with the wearer at least resting for eight or nine solar-hours so that mental and physical fatigue could be avoided and the sharpness of mind and body could be maintained." The half-blood let out a tired breath before continuing, "In battle-time, an officer must act and work at maximum capacity. To maintain discipline and Moral alongside the regimental commissariat while seeing that the orders from imperial command are followed to the last word; even wounded he must serve until the end of the battle-field." He moved his left shoulder to keep the strap of his las-gun in place, "as a colonel, I owe consummate professionalism to those who I lead and unswerving loyalty to the Imperium Of Man that I serve, hesitation and complaining have no place in the Astra militarum. The emperor expects the best and the imperium needs the best, but I don't think I can serve in a meaningful capacity at my current state beside as a meat-shield."

Fast and with impressive speed, Darius felt a hand being placed on his forehead before it was retreated. Sister Jeanna quickly looked to the Auspex monitor built on the right forearm of her carapace armor while standing in front of him, the Ordo Hospitaller sister brought out a pill from her Medicae pack.

"No," The son of Athena shakes his head, "pain-killers or any form of sedations will render me combat-ineffective. Such a thing is unacceptable." He said resolutely, "My body is trained to tolerate and endure extreme amounts of pain and trauma but at the end I'm human and my body can endure so much before I'm forced to rest…" he finishes with a lower tone, "can I ask you to walk beside me and catch me if I fall? If it's a problem then I can understand…"

"Oh please," Rough and calloused but gentle hands grab the half-blood's arm and slowly help him to keep him-self steady, the demigod looked to the smiling face of canoness Adrasia. "Allow me the honor, Lord Colonel. It's the least I can do for a wounded servant of the Emperor of Mankind."

"Thank you, canoness," The demigod said genuinely as he kept walking with the canoness now holding his right hand with her two ones, "by the way, how did you knew that I was a member of the Astra militarum back at the hospital?" he continued without giving any indication about how serious of a matter it was for him. "I can understand you recognizing the symptoms of Post-traumatic stress order, tenseness of muscles and the shifting of eyes but for the life of me, I can't figure it out how did you recognize me. For all you knew, I could have been a hive-ganger or some normal rank and file guardsman."

The silence that resigned between them as the four of them passed the metallic hallways of the vigilant watcher and ignored the various service-men or men-at-arms that were walking around the hallway was a little bit tense but surprisingly it was broken by the canoness who laughed in a dignified manner that one can expect from someone of her station.

"You have such high-standards of imperial education that you were able to repeat the exact words from the book of Sororitas," the canoness said with a smile, "believe me when I say that no hive-ganger will have such education in the most important and holiest of lessons within the sisterhood of the Adeptus Sororitas and the amount of those who are not of the sisterhood and spend time learning and studying them is even few and rarer. No one but that of a truly noble birth can have the needed access and education to participate in such lessons."

'That's one way to look at it', the demigod's mind analyzed, 'the imperium of man is a feudal regime if the lore is to be given any indication, those of higher-birth and family connections are promoted to higher positions or stations in any of the imperial Adepta, Especially if you come from a noble-house or something like that.'

"That is a very comforting theory, canoness Adrasia. If only it was true…." The demigod said wishfully and with no small amount of mournful feeling. "But no, I was not born into a house of nobility or Wealth."

Letting others mistaken him for that of a noble birth was dangerous, it might look to be advantageous now but in the long run it would prove to be his undoing. All that it would take is one word-proven-lie, one slip and the image that he's trying to establish would crumble like a house of cards.

He needed a more flexible background then that.

His future and survival depended on it.

"I am a Progena of Schola Progenium," the half-immortal said, technically it was all true in some way, seeing as he was orphaned at childhood and had spent his time in the orphanage before a certain centaur in the wheel-chair had brought him into a modern conclave of demigods called camp half-blood where he was taught how to survival in a hidden world full of myths and legends, his past had many things in common with the Progena of Schola Progenium through and through. "Trained and taught to the zenith of potential, drilled in the arts of war and then later forged in the fires of battle just like my fellow Progena Esko Here."

He turned his head and looked into the boring gaze of the grim-faced Commissar; many would have found the commissar's gaze to be terrifying and unsettling but to someone who had faced the horrors of supernatural world, Darius simply returned the gaze with a brand of his own as he walked.

Both of them held gaze for perhaps a few minutes before they both nodded at each other with simple polite respect and professionalism that is expected of them and then broke contact as they both looked forward.

Though Darius hadn't missed the way that sister Jeanna was helping the commissar to walk forward, the stubborn commissar must have finely yielded to the order Hospitaller sister's instances.

"None the less, it has been a very long day for us all." canoness Adrasia said, causing the demigod to turn towards her who was smiling more radiantly. "Fellow Progena or not, I know that all four of us long for a prayer and rest in the name of the emperor."

Not soon had the canoness said those words that Darius saw the various groups of Ordo Hospitaller sisters who were coming and going in the hallways, it took a moment for the demigod to organize his thoughts and try to give voice to his confusion before Commissar Esko beat him to it.

"These must be the healing chambers," the aged commissar looked to the canoness, "I believed we were to go to the barracks, Canoness-doctor."

"You may believe all you want, commissar. But the simple and true fact remains that you and the lord Colonel are both currently wounded and unfit for duty." Came the solid-steel answer from the leader of the Order of the caring hand, It suddenly occurred to Darius that the rank of Canoness was given to a military leader of a Adeptus Sororitas order and it was earned through exceptional faith, tactical genius and such experience that came from the veterans of battles and wars.

This woman was the type of woman that Darius had seen before, the name Annabeth chase and piper MacLean were chief amongst them. His half-sister might not have shown it but there was a reason that Percy Jackson had been afraid of giving her a reason to be angry, the same went for a certain son of Jupiter.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned and angering a woman who has faced immortals and stood victorious was not a good insurance for one's health, the fact that one of them can use her Charmspeak ability to make you jump off a cliff using nothing but words was a good-way to teach you a good-healthy respect and fear for the opposite gender.

By Poseidon's underpants, Darius's own immortal mother was another reason why the son of Athena was always wary of dealing with any woman who any kind of connections with the supernatural world, Being turned into a guinea pig by accepting food from a certain sorcerous had hammered that lesson into his skull very well.

And now he had to watch his words and actions around a woman who will burn him to a crisp by a flamer if she finds out who or what exactly he is. The more he spends time under their care, the more chance there is for him to be discovered.

Judging by the tone of the canoness, he will be spending time under their watch one way or another.

'Go to Tartarus, murphy,' Darius wordlessly cursed as he listened.

"As an Ordo Hospitaller, it is the sisterhood's duty to tend to the wounded servants of the Emperor of Mankind." The look on the canoness's face was so sharp that Darius was sure that a certain sister of Apollo would have approved. "And by the golden Throne, I swear that I will see you two leave under the sisterhood's care only with all of your wounds healed and you're health insured. Do we have an understanding, Commissar?"

"…absolutely," Darius quickly answered instead of taking any chances with the commissar's answer, it took a herculean effort for The half-immortal to not face-palm, it seemed murphy's revenge came sooner than he even could anticipate. Due to the Canoness's Oath, Darius was sure that his task of remaining unnoticed and under secrecy just became extremely harder than before.

"But First, Can I…No, Can we ask for a shower and a set of clean clothes?" the smile that demigod put on his own lips was strained and fake in the core, "Please?"

He could sworn that it was like watching Henry Jekyll change into Edward Hyde and vice-versa, because barely a moment later the Commanding and authority radiating Canoness's give way to the tranquil and peaceful face of the sister-doctor.

"Of Course," she answered, nodding her head before walking forward with the demigod's hand being in her arms.

A solar hour later saw both the demigod and the Commissar lying down in the healing chambers with both wearing white hospital-gowns or 'patient-robes' as Darius learned they were called, their bodies were washed and cleaned with the bandages on their wounds either changed or even added.

Both of them were given beds beside each other with the old commissar's bed being in the right and Darius's being in the left with a small and simple metallic table between them that had two bolt-holsters on it with one holding a golden bolt-pistol and the other one a normal one with the addition of two metallic cups and a metallic pitcher full of water.

Darius's las-gun had simply been 'taken' with his golden bolt-pistol being the only thing that he absolutely refused to let out of his sight, the exception was also included for Esko.

Normally, Darius would have closed his eyes and called it a rest but the simple problem was that he and Esko were not the only ones within the healing chambers.

Entire Raw of beds had been placed with their heads back to the thick metallic walls and small Metallic tables stationed between them and each of those beds were occupied by those who were either resting on them or were tended to by sister-doctors of the order Hospitaller.

This was all a normal occurrence for an accomplished and experienced doctor like Darius but the exception was that all of those beds were taken by silvery-white haired women, or more importantly the Adeptus Sororitas battle-sisters of the Order of our martyred Lady.

And most of them were sending curious glances between Him and Esko, an understandable thing considering that they were the only Men within the healing chambers. It was the first time that Darius saw the real-life version of the Sisters of battle and he could honestly say that those Cosplayers that he had once seen in New York really couldn't hold a candle to the real-life version of the Adeptus Sororitas; their bodies for once were more developed in terms of fitness and muscles.

Darius liked to count himself a experienced man and he knew the difference between trained athletes and trained Soldiers; for a man who had spent time and dedication honing his crafts in war and battle, the difference between the fictional and real-version of the Adeptus Sororitas was as plain as the sun and the moon.

These women were trained to kill, to be the fighting force of the Ecclesiarchy.

They were taught to adore and love the emperor, their faith and love in him was the stuff of legends if his knowledge about the Warhammer 40k lore is to be taken into account.

'To fight for what you believe in,' the demigod contemplated, 'I can respect the resolve and the dedication.'

Darius was a man of dedication, Focus and Commitment. To be a half-immortal, one needed to have a goal and a purpose that will give them a reason to open their eyes and keeping moving forward despite the fact that everything and everyone that you know will one day be gone and you are left alone in the side of the living.

He could respect the resolve and the dedication of the Adeptus Sororitas just as he had found him-self liking the Astra militarum because of the same reason. His reasoning being that they were first and often only line of defense against the countless horrors of the galaxy of unending war.

But In all of his wildest dreams, he never had thought that he will end-up in the Warhammer 40k-verse.

It was one thing reading about the Grimm-dark universe of a galaxy of unending war and it was a whole different thing to find your-self living in it.

This was not going to be a Paradise, it was going to be a living hell and Darius knew that he had to use every ounce of Wits, Experiences and abilities to the maximum effect in order to live in this unimaginable bloody and cutthroat universe.

'At least it can't get any worse than this,' his treacherous mind thought, too late did he recognize that he had just tempted fate.

And so fate give him his due and showed the son of Athena that why it was never wise for a demigod to even think about those words. His retribution came not in form of a sudden disaster or incident but in words that his superhuman demigod senses picked-up from the nearby conversing sisters Hospitaller.

"When do you think we will leave this planet, sister?" he heard one ask before the target of her conversation answered her.

"I imagine that we shall leave soon enough when the inquisitor and her routine return."

'There is another inquisitor in Thaxia….' His mind supplied him with the very bitter pill to swallow. 'And I'm in her ship.'

The demigod's head hit the pillow with a very soft-thud. 'Emperor of Mankind, Chaos Four, or even Ynnead….That's it, I'm out for today.'

He figuratively threw in the towel before closing his eyes and allowing himself to sleep after a very long and tiring day.

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Utilizing her vast experience and skill that came with being a canoness, Canoness Adrasia allowed herself to go unnoticed as she listened to the gossip of the younger sisters of the caring hand.

Some of them may have been hardened by war and battle along with the horrors that plagued the emperor's realm but the fact remained that some of her younger charges were a bit…to eccentric when it came to gossiping.

She wouldn't have allowed any distractions when they were attending to their duties but these sisters were right now allowed rest and a bit of free time to recuperate. Being an Adeptus Sororitas didn't mean that you were immune to things like fatigue and rest, after all.

"Is it true that Lord Colonel Razdan and Commissar Esko have both been bed-ridden within the healing chambers?" sister doctor Jula asked.

"Yes," another one nodded, Adrasia recognized her as Sister-doctor Mara. "I have heard that they are the only men within the healing chambers now that it is full of injured sisters of battle of the order of our martyred lady."

"How scandalous," the third one said, the still hidden Canoness watched Sister-doctor Noria who had an equal scandalized look along with her tone. "We should have given them a separate chamber, or perhaps even in the barracks."

'Hardly scandalous,' the canoness smiled, 'I would have been a poor servant of the emperor if I allowed two of the heroes of Thaxia to be bed-ridden with the barracks with questionable sanitations and cleanness.'

Adrasia was no prophet of the god-emperor but even she would have known that it would be wrong to allow the colonel and the commissar to be taken to the barracks and take their treatments there while they could be look-after for within the healing chambers of the vigilant watcher.

It would have been against her duties if she let them go without proper treatment.

And as for putting them within the healing chambers…. Well, where else were they to be properly treated? Certainly not the barracks, that's for sure.

"Have you seen the head-taker?" Jula asked, the youngest sister's voice sharply grabbed the attention of the leader of the sisterhood of the caring hand. "What is he like? Is he as tall and board-shoulders as they say?"

Normally the Canoness would have continued to listen without giving her appearance away but this time she decided that an exception had to be made, "his body is no taller than the average man with the exception that his muscles and health is like that of an Imperial storm-trooper."

Her sudden voice made the three sister-doctors quickly look her before quickly straightening up as they saw her admonishing gaze. "He has hair of black with a streak of silvery-gray at the front of it, Piercing Gray-eyes and seems to be at his twenties or perhaps thirties-age of living." The canoness finished while looking to Sister Jula, the youngest sister-doctor's hair was tied to a silvery-white tail with her eyes being dark-brown. "Is that satisfactory for your curiosity, sister Jula?"

"Yes, Lady Canoness." The said sister instantly nodded stiffly and formally.

"Good," She nodded back before her tone becoming sharper, "then you won't mind satisfying my own: from whom have you heard that title?"

Adrasia allowed the sister a few moments of silence to gather her answer; she waited patiently and calmly before the sister answered with a very uncertain or perhaps hesitant tone. "From the guardsmen who came aboard the ship, they were speaking about the Lord Colonel as I passed and I overheard their words through accident and coincidence."

It was astonishing how the servants of the emperor were quick to label one of their superiors with titles of their own making. It was human Nature, Adrasia knew. Titles were like Names and Legends, they immortalized their bearers in some way and their deeds in another way, Lord Colonel Darius Razdan's title and legend upon Thaxia would be known by many names and other titles but among those titles, the head-taker would shadow his name for times to come.

This title was given to him as he had been setting on the marble stairs of the planetary governor's garden. His conscripts standing guard as the lord-colonel watched the heads that were brought into the throne-room, each of them soaked to the blood just like the lord-colonel.

It was that image which the imperial lord-general had seen as he had arrived to hive-Arcturus with his aids and men-at-arms. A single company commander waiting by a mountain of heads with his charges standing behind him in formation, their Lasgun on their chests and their gaze aimed forward.

The pic-capture of the gardens of repentant were send throughout The planet and through it, the heretical rebellion lost its momentum as the heretics learned the price of their heresy against the emperor's realm. There were some who did not put their weapons down and the imperial guard-regiments were more than willing to show them the error of their ways and send them to the emperor for direct judgment.

Indeed, had it been that the Name Darius Razdan would not have been as spoken as they were now.

It is one thing to win a battle and it's a whole another to conquer a hive-capital spires through only five-hundred newly mustered conscripts. Hive-cities were like contents and nations in their right after all, they were a labyrinth of adamantine and metal with such size and populations that it would have taken regiments of imperial guards and machines to war to fully conquer and scour one.

The Lord-Colonel had done it through his oratory skills of raising the population against the heretical highborn and leading his company of conscripts. Leading from the front and killing the enemies of the emperor who stood in his way, in a single day he conquered that a hive-city and defeated the small armies of house-guards that the highborn had at their disposal.

One could argue that the he had the advantage of the numbers but the citizens of hive-Arcturus would have been easily repealed had not the colonel lead his company and men through fast and quick attacks to weaken the opposition enough for the weaponless imperial supporters to crush the house-troops and use their weapons to arm themselves.

From what Adrasia had learned from speaking with others, the battle had been so fierce and deadly that it had been a miracle sent by the emperor himself that the lord-colonel and most of his company conscripts had not only survived but were victorious.

Now that she knew better, Adrasia could see that the needed skill, Faith and martial prowess to make such a thing possible came only in the hands of a Progena. The orphaned children of the martyred Servants of the emperor who were taken to Schola and taught to realize and flourish their own potentials and keep the imperium safe against the countless enemies of man that besieged the emperor's realm at every way.

Adrasia had been a Progena of the Schola Progenium herself, Commissar Esko and Sister-doctor Jeanna were also of the same ground added with the Lord Colonel himself. All Progena were taught the holy virtues of being selfless and faithful to the emperor and the imperium, they were the pillars and backbones of the imperium that kept it strong and safe.

They did their duties without question and neither hesitation for those can bring the emperor's realm to ruin, titles and rewards didn't even matter to them even a bit.

To hear one give the lord-colonel a title such as the 'head-taker' was not something that Adrasia would allow to go. Some of the guardsmen had taken to Call him the 'miracle-worker' but the lord-colonel was quick to put an end to such a thing by saying that he was neither a prophet nor a saint of the god-emperor, he claimed himself a servant of the emperor and a guardsman of the Astra militarum imperium, Nothing more and nothing less.

A drill-abbot would have given a nod of approval to the lord-colonel who kept himself to such high-standers.

"I'm not sure if you knew but the lord-colonel is a Progena of Schola Progenium," Adrasia informed the three sisters who seemed to have been surprised just as she had been, "just like us, he has been taught in the lessons of the Progenium. And you all surely remember that glory and victory is meaningless…" she didn't continue and instead put an expectant gaze within her eyes.

"For Duty and faith are their own rewards," the three sisters immediately recited the lessons and words which they had been taught in, "Glory is fleeting, victory is only temporary, Duty and Faith are Eternal."

"Indeed," Adrasia nodded while making a sign of Aquila alongside the three sisters, "now go and join Sister-Jeanna, I believe she is now praying to the golden-throne from within the Chapel, Joining her would prove to be a good-food for your souls." She delivered her words as suggestion and council but her commanding tone as a canoness was not lost to the sisters either, the trio of white-haired sisters quickly replayed in 'yes, canoness,' Before leaving quickly in haste.

'Glad to see that this was over with,' she looked towards the quarters which the order of the caring hand had been given to by Inquisitor Katarina Haxtun.

Their chambers were in the middle-section of the Mars-pattern Battlecruiser ship, ironically near with one belonging to the Battle-sisters of the order of our martyred lady, it brought Adrasia a bit of comfort knowing that her fellow sisters were near their more militant sisters.

Safety and security would be guaranteed this way and she could sleep more soundly knowing that a force of militant sisters were nearby who can lend a hand of aid if a crisis were to happen upon the ship.

'Thank the emperor for small mercies,' The Canoness silently praised as she took a seat upon the chamber's common Room. Metallic and hard the floor and the walls might be, but the sisters had managed to turn the Common-room into a more bearable and comfortable setting.

Rugs had been planted on the floor with tapestries of the god-emperor of mankind along with a small shrine which was tended to and dedicated for a small and quick-prayer for the start of the day. Metallic Tables and chairs had been placed together with the aim of giving a place for the sisters to sit and converse with one another after a solar-day of duty and faith, it was not a governor's palace but Adrasia could say that she was more comfortable here then within the quarters that she had been given within the upper-section of the ship.

They were too spacious and too much expensive for her preference.

"Pardon my intrusion, fellow-canoness." the canoness sharply looked towards the source of the voice that was approaching her, "But I believe I must talk to you about a very urgent matter."

Wearing black Adeptus Sororitas power-armor with red-robes, Adrasia instantly knew that she was a member of the order of our martyred lady. Her hair was white just like her own with their only difference being that the more militant canoness was more armed then Adrasia. A holstered strapped knife was placed on her left Pauldrons with a bolt-pistol attached to her belt alongside clips of ammunition.

"Canoness Sephora, I Presume?" Adrasia greeted the fellow-canoness with a polite nod of mannerism. "How may I be of assistance?"

"I had heard that the famed Colonel of the forty-seven Thaxia mechanized infantry is under you're care," the Canoness said without giving any chance for Adrasia to speak, "he is to be put into my custody at once."

"And By which order and under whose authority and word," Adrasia asked calmly but still sharply.

"As an acolyte of inquisitor Katarina Haxtun who has been trusted to see to the safety of the ship and ordered to put the colonel under watch until the inquisitor returns," Canoness Sephora said as if those words were enough, and they normally would have been enough seeing as she was an acolyte of a Inquisitor; however Adrasia had a far more important thing to consider and respond to.

"You speak as an acolyte of an inquisitor," Adrasia nodded in acknowledgment, before she brought out the object which she had been entrusted to taken care for. Wearing it around her neck for safe-keeping and always standing vigilant over it, "But I speak with the authority of an inquisitor."

If anyone where to ask her, Adrasia would deny of feeling the satisfaction of seeing the eyes of a fellow canoness widen in shock. It's not every day or night that you can claim to take one by surprise, after all.

"Both of us may be acolytes of different inquisitors but the difference between us is that I am empowered directly by the holy power and authority of the inquisition," the Gaze which Adrasia directed towards the other Canoness was worth a thousand words, "and by fortunate coincidence, my duties are same as yours. Sadly, none of us will be able to attend to our given duties without the help of each other."

She put a hand-up to stop Sephora from speaking, "my inquisitor-master has given me authority to make decisions in his stead while he recovers from his wounds, I can understand the need to inform you're inquisitor, Canoness-acolyte Sephora. But the time is not right and appropriate," she shook her head before continuing, "My Inquisitor-master wishes for a discrete audience with your inquisitor-lady, it would be appreciated greatly if you were to send word to her without… anyone but her being the listener."

"Very well," The canoness of the order of our martyred lady answered, gazing at Adrasia with an intense and cautious look. "Inquisitor Haxtun will be informed as discreetly as possible."

"Good," Adrasia nodded, "but first, I will need your help if we are to keep security and safety aboard the ship." Recognizing the answer that was coming towards her like a charging Grox, the canoness quickly continued. "My inquisitor-master wishes to be sure of the Moral purity and faith of the guard-regiments entering the vigilant watcher, he has trusted this task to me and the order of the caring hand, he has even given me the authority needed to insure successes but sadly, I can't do such a thing alone and without corporation of the battle-sisters of the order our martyred lady."

"You were ordered to inspect the new guardsmen which inquisitor Haxtun has requisitioned," Sephora said pointedly.

"And you were doing the same, weren't you?" Adrasia raised an unimpressed eyebrow, "the sisterhood and I have been tasked with vigilance of the moral purity and faith of the Astra militarum regiments entering the ship, the sisterhood already has established a working-order with the regimental commissariat aboard the ship, Surely you can see how we can aid each other within our duties and attend to them more thoroughly."

She was offering a hand of truce, both of them knew it and Adrasia was counting on the experience and tactical genius of the militant canoness to see the benefit and potential that came with corporation.

Both of them could see them, they wouldn't be called 'Canoness' if they couldn't.

"I cannot promise anything without the permission of the inquisitor," Sephora said, "but perhaps there is a way for both of us to reach an agreement."

"I am listening," Adrasia made sure to put the inquisitorial Rosario back on her neck, the golden-Aquila Ring on her index finger covered by her hand very faintly glowed. The canoness made sure to very subtly put her hands upon each other in a way that covered the ring's glowing, the sudden energy which she could feel running around her body made her previous fatigue slowly fade-away while she silently listened to the other canoness's proposal.

Already Adrasia was sending a quick-prayer to the golden-throne, making the ring start glowing more radiantly with each prayer and conviction towards the god-emperor.

'Thank you for reminding a wary-old soul how to stand-straighter, inquisitor Darius Razdan,' The canoness of the order Hospitaller made an important note to join Sister-doctor Jeanna in prayer after attending with her duties.

=XXX~XoX~XXX=

The inquisitorial Storm troopers kicked-open the door of the planetary governor of Thaxia's bedroom and immediately converged within, their hotshot Lasgun aimed and ready alongside the target-assistants that provided additional aid to the already deadly and formidable imperial elite.

"Area Secured, no presence detected." she heard from the micro-bead in her right ear, she quickly stepped into the room and focused her witch-sight upon it.

Just as she had expected, the now dead planetary governor's bedroom was a spacious and luxurious affair just as she had seen from the many bedrooms of the planetary governors of other planets. The only exception was that this bedroom was full of energy.

It was not psychic energy for she had seen and felt such a thing countless times. When channeled from the warp, psychic energy had diverse and unnatural effects upon the real-space. Bodies and limbs can be frozen into ice even if their owners were standing in a harsh and sun-scorched desert, Imperial Saint Statues can be found turned crying in the tears of blood and those were but one of the other unnatural side-effects of warp psychic-energies.

However the ones that she was seeing with her witch sight were not the warp-energy that she had encountered and knew through experience and study.

For one, the energy seemed to be focused upon the laws of matter and reality. She could feel it through her talents and powers as a psyker; it was enforcing the laws of Reason and logic into the reality and Realspace.

This was no sorcery for that focused upon channeling the energies of the warp to enact unnatural phenomenon and 'miracles'. She was dealing with something far more powerful than a rogue psyker or the after effects of a Ritual.

"Guard the entrance," she ordered towards her inquisitorial storm-troopers, "no one is to enter or disturb me in anyway and close the door behind you."

Her orders were fulfilled but a moment later.

Now that she was alone in the bedroom, she took a deep breath before checking and rechecking the defenses of her mind and soul. They were dependable and formidable as ever yet they still hadn't even been closer to stop her mind from being assaulted from the same vision that many other Psykers had seen within Thaxia.

It had been so sudden and so overwhelming that she hadn't even sensed it before it was already too late, the vision had been that of endless light and shadow with an unknown figure standing between them. So powerful it had been that every other psyker within Thaxia had seen the same vision with the components and the same details.

She had been at the other-side of the planet when it had happened and she had strove to come with all the haste and speed she could have mustered. And now here she was, in a place which she was sure had been the origin of that vision with the exception that the trail had gone cold.

Its cause and owner had no doubt left the governor's palace many solar hours ago before she had arrived.

'Still, there are things to be learned even from a cold trail.' her eyes looked to the ruffled sheets and easily spotted the black stains on it, She was an inquisitor and inquisitors were nothing if not extremely pragmatic and efficient.

And so she focused and pointed her index finger upon the black-stains, a few moments later the stains slowly started to move like a living thing and converge upon one another until they were a big black-stain at the size of a hand.

Focusing Once again, her concentration was rewarded as she channeled the powers of the nightmarish dimension of unreason and without logic called Warp. A bubble of red-blood started to rise with each drop taken from the black-sheets and then join one another into the air as she wanted them. It wasn't long before she was looking towards a fist-sized bubble of blood which she had gathered through the use of her psychic powers, she directed them towards the open flask which was attached to her belt.

Black as the darkest cloud within night, the flask was adored by very faint glowing psychic Wards and adorned with a symbol of Human skull with the famous and infamous 'I' icon of the inquisition.

As the last drop of blood entered, she closed the opening and watched as the wards activated….

Right before her psychic sense of danger screamed at her to throw the flask away which she did, throwing it away towards the wall which it impacted with a good metallic thump. Not a moment later the inquisitor watched her Flask starting to dissolve into Darkest of Ashes as if someone had placed the object at the furnace of a forge.

She could do nothing but watch as one of her most precious tools of investigation was destroyed along with the blood within it which had been evidence and a way for her to locate her intended target.

The amount of blood that she had found on the very luxurious sized bed's sheets were not enough for a sacrifice, it had definitely been a wound which means that the one behind the vision had either been wounded or had intently allowed his blood to be spelled either as a catalyst to bring the vision or something else.

Either way, her opponent must have expected the blood left in bedroom to be found in some way and be used.

It had been a trap to lure her here and make her use one of her most useful and powerful artifacts which was now lost.

'Too many facts and possibilities, too little evidence and answers,' She took a deep breath to calm her mind and retrace any known facts that she knew could prove to be useful at the current state and time. She had already send word to the regimental commissariats to terminate and summery execute any sanctioned Psykers to eliminate the fact of a possible Warp-taint or influence of the ruinous powers on Thaxia that could prove to the planet's undoing.

If this vision had been the plot of a servant of the Ruinous Powers, then it surely must have been thwarted for a time by the execution of the Psykers on Thaxia.

Enough for her to gain a chance to investigate and eliminate the possible threat of a alpha-plus psyker, Psykers who can bring low entire armies and even the Titan god-machines themselves.

'To think that an Alpha-plus level psyker is possibly at large…' the mere thinking was enough for her to contemplate the declaration of a Exterminatus Order upon the planet, such an order was not to be given lightly but using it was the most effective way of making sure that a foe of such power would not draw breath anymore.

After all, who else but an Alpha-plus psyker would be able to have such power to affect all the Psykers on the planet?

"Milady, this is Captain Admus," the voice of the lord captain of her ship brought the inquisitor out her thoughts, "We have a situation within the vigilant watcher's bridge due to Lady Navigator Albera's Claims, She is currently in sedative and watched over by the inquisitorial storm troopers assigned to her. Without her, the watcher's ability to travel has been crippled. And there is also…. A very more urgent matter that requires you're attention.'

She could actually feel the nervousness and fear within the old captain's voice, a feat that few could claim.

'There is one Inquisitor Nyxia who wishes to speak with you about an urgent matter.'

Barely had she heard those words that she had immediately left the room and started to walk towards the entrance of the palace with her inquisitorial storm troopers and routine behind her, her inquisitive mind was working at full capacity to analyze the possibility of another inquisitor being behind the vision of the black figure and possibly other machinations unknown to her.

At the end she had decided to conclude that she had been fooled and then outmaneuvered, plain and simple.

"Tell the inquisitor that I am on my way and shall be there very shortly," she replied while putting her hand on the communication device within her ear, one of the many advantages of having connections with the servants of the machine god and Rogue traders of Koronus Expanse.

One didn't need to be of Ordo Xenos to know how useful such assets can be.

'How did an inquisitor come to Thaxia?' She questioned without word from the deepest part of her mind, 'either my throne-agents have been compromised or I have traitorous Acolytes in my Ranks.'

The possibility of someone of her own peers monitoring her actions and having unknown amount of knowledge and leverage towards her did not set well with her but she decided to prioritize what is more important and focused on the larger issue at hand.

She will perform a full-observation of her operations and acolytes but for now, she will see what words another one of her Peers has to say.

Being an experienced inquisitor, she immediately assumed the worst.

Power within the inquisition was decided upon two resources which every inquisitor must hoard and keep: Influence and respect.

If one of her Peers had managed to set-foot on the planet without her knowledge, it stood to reason that the inquisitor had more influence and power at the disposal then her, even having her throne agents and acolytes placed around the higher echelons of the planet seemed to have done little to improve the odds for her.

Her influence and respect seemed to have been rendered moot; she was now forced into a direct confrontation with the other party having no doubt many contingencies in place.

'You have grown Complaint, Katarina Haxtun.' She bereted herself, her master was probably trembling in his grave right now if he saw what kind of mistake she had done. Katarina knew that one way or another, she will have to find the glaring weakness within her defenses and see to it that it is rectified and purged.

"Everything within that room is to be brought to the vigilant watcher," she ordered without pausing or turning back towards her routine, her witch-sight had seen the items and objects within the room being affected by whatever had happened in there, they would be her way of continuing her investigation about what had happened and perhaps salvage what she could. "They are to be put into one of the quarantine rooms and be under strict watch and guard. No one is allowed to touch or approach them without my direct permission and presence."

Hearing the sound of leaving footsteps, she knew that her throne-agents left to saw her orders fulfilled.

'At least I have my inquisitorial storm troopers to relay on,' she noted, their skills and martial prowess would be beyond valuable should a confrontation of Arms happen. Not that she would let something like that happening within her own ship to begin with.

The distance between Thaxia's main space-port and capital hive was fair but when you're an inquisitor who has access to her own personal Valkyries and transport methods, Katarina Managed to arrive within at least two solar hours which she spent to mentally review her evidence and facts before making sure that she was at a presentable state with a clear-mind to focus upon the battle of wits and words that she will no doubt be having.

If someone were to look at her, they would see a woman who looked to be at her thirty solar-years with black hair and pale skin that had been gained through spending extreme amounts of time spent studying within one of the hidden inquisitorial fortresses, Piercing Red eyes which were one of the side-effects of her Psyker powers and condition.

Wearing her black-armored Female-pattern power armor with a black cloak on it and a black inquisitorial hat on her head, Katarina was the image of a inquisitor 'witch-hunter' through and through, an image and appearance which she used to intimidate and even confront planetary governors.

Peculiar and unique but useful and practical in the essence, just as her Master-crafted Power-sword sheathed and attached to her belt, he hand had already placed itself on the Hilt of the sword as she reached the vigilant watcher and boarded her own ship.

Unlike what she had expected, she found her peer not in the bridge but waiting at the entrance of her chambers.

Wearing black robes as dark as darkness of space itself with the red symbol 'I' of the inquisition proudly displayed on the front of her robes, a hood-covered head which obscured the upper half of the face into darkness leaving the mouth and the nose being the only thing that could be seen.

The shape of the body and the mouth told Katarina that this individual was female but the most intriguing part was that she had no presence in the warp. Being the hellish dimension that it is, every living being had a presence in the warp with one's soul being a good example. The soul of the Psykers were like beacons of light that attracted the attention of Daemon and Neverborn, that was why the imperium maintained a very strict iron-grip upon Psykers and The Inquisition purged unsanctioned and rogue Psykers at any means possible.

The only thing that had no presence within the Warp Are those who are called Blanks or possess the gene of the pariah.

'If she is a blank, then I should be feeling pain and agony.' Katarina analyzed, 'yet I don't feel anything except for the void presence within her.'

Another interesting factor was the presence of both Canoness Adrasia and Sephora.

["Milady,"] Katarina's acolyte-Canoness Sephora was the first one who instantly spoke using the coded-language which Katarina had developed for her routine and close acolytes. ["There is another inquisitor who is asking for a discrete audience; Canoness Adrasia is his voice during absence."]

It took all of Katarina's self-control and discipline to not curse loudly, another inquisitor had been watching her from the back and this one seemed to have had an acolyte which she herself had requisitioned, she had been tricked and outmaneuvered at the same time and was facing the power of not one but two inquisitors. She was defeated long before she even knew the battle had started, now her hands were practically forced to bend the way which her enemies wanted them to be. If the canoness of the order of the caring hand was an acolyte then it stood to reason that the 47th Thaxia mechanized infantry regiment was under the full control of the second inquisitor, a force of ten-thousand men-at-arms was within her ship that no doubt were ready to use their weapons against her. Her only reliable militant forces were the battle-sisters who most of them were wounded and plagued with fatigue and wounds after fighting in the War on Thaxia.

"Greetings esteemed colleague," the inquisitor introduced herself, brining Katarina out of her thoughts. "It is a pleasure to finely meet you, inquisitor Katarina Haxtun of Ordo Hereticus."

"Inquisitor Nyxia, I presume?" Katarina asked and received confirmation.

"Within the flesh, now I believe this will be the perfect time for us to have a very important conversation which can prove to be beneficial for us both." Nyxia's hooded head turned towards The Canoness of the Order of the caring hand. "Seeing as this also represents you're master's interests, you presence will also be needed with this meeting."

"I'm honored milady," Adrasia said before her gaze turned towards Katarina, the canoness's face was passive and neutral but the inquisitor saw the fear within her eyes. Fear not aimed towards the owner of the ship but at the one who called herself inquisitor Nyxia. The Canoness hid it well but the moment that she turned Katarina, she allowed the fear to be shown within her eyes.

It was a warning towards Katarina; it seemed that the absent inquisitor was now warning her that showing any semblance of trust to Nyxia could prove to be disastrous.

She decided that she will be judge of that.

The office which she normally reserved for such meetings was a spacious affair, an expensive wooden desk and pairs of wooden chairs that were placed within a large-round table. Katarina had taken her seat which was in front of inquisitor Nyxia, the large round table made sure that they had a good-distance between themselves. Canoness Sephora stood behind Katarina, her bolt-pistol was easy within reach and ready to be drawn at any given moment, Canoness Adrasia had surprisingly opted to take a seat at one of the seats which put her at the distance between Katarina and Nyx.

Katarina could feel the same unknown-energy that she had encountered in the governor's palace clinging to the Canoness of the order of the caring hand. Her psychic-sense avoided the canoness like promethium-fire, any passive psychic-probe which she send towards the canoness was also rendered moot with such ease that it left Katarina extremely on-guard, not even her witch-gaze was able to affect the canoness.

"Now that we are alone, I believe we can begin." Nyxia said, hooded face aimed towards Katarina. "I am inquisitor Nyxia of the hidden Ordo Nyx Technocia, here to formally present an invitation to join the Ordo as a temporary member and then hopefully a permanent member."

Within the inquisition, an inquisitor was not limited to one Ordo; membership towards them could grant resources and knowledge which a inquisitor might use to dedicated himself/herself in her fields of interest. In time an Ordo's membership might swill with many inquisitors and even one can be rendered inactive for decades before re-activated.

There are three Ordo Majoris within the inquisition: Ordo Malleus, the daemon hunters of the inquisition who were dedicated to fighting the forces of the arch-enemy. Ordo Xenos, the Alien hunter inquisitors who fought against the countless aliens that plagued the imperium through one means to another and Lastly Ordo Hereticus, the bane of heretics and witches, the destroyers of heresies and corruption.

These three Ordos were called the Ordo Majoris because they were always active and always with membership.

But even so, the inquisition was not limited to these three Ordos. There were many Ordos who were created and made for combating one threat or countering one specific one. For a inquisitor of a hidden-Ordo to reveal their existence to her and invite her to join their ranks, temporary or not, it spoke of a time of uncomfortable amount of knowledge and information about her activities and works.

"I am honored for the invitation," she said diplomatically, "though I have to ask, what kind of Ordo am I being invited in and for what purpose should I accept the invitation?"

"Ordo Nyx Technocia is a hidden Ordo which has very exclusive privileges and resources, we have information and knowledge which stretch back to the even the great-crusade." Nyxia's answer came fast and sudden. "Archeotech technologies which even the Adeptus Mechanicus do not dream to possess, we have Eyes and Ears which informs us of many hidden secrets even amongst the high-echelons of the inquisition itself, and we have all of this and even more."

The word 'Troubling' didn't even did justice for what Katarina suddenly felt, one of her passive-psychic abilities was the ability to sense truth within words and what she had heard was nothing more than the simple truth… if such a Ordo Existed and wield such versatile and diverse power then surely it would prove to be more then advantageous to join them but still she kept her thoughts to herself and listened as Nyxia continued.

"Our Mandate and actions are discreet and simple: the betterment of the imperium," Nyxia's voice was as rich as silk. "Our Plans and goals focus on the biggest and greatest effective of the imperium within the longer-journey, take our action upon Thaxia for example. We have managed to do that which not even the three Ordo Majoris had been able to do."

"So the vision had been you're Ordo's Work," the Katarina accused with narrowed in thought.

"The vision had not been even a small part of our plan to begin with," Nyxia explained before pausing, "this information which I'm going to reveal now is hidden and classified from even the greatest inquisitor-lords and ladies, as such I ask for an oath of secrecy from all of you."

"Absolutely not," Canoness Adrasia's voice instantly rose as she quickly looked to Katarina with an urgent look on her face. "Lady Haxtun, please trust my words when I say that you don't wish to give any promise or oath to inquisitor Nyxia…"

"That is not you're decision to make, canoness." Nyxia reprimanded sharply, "lady Haxtun is more than able to make such a decision. As for you," Nyxia pointed towards the canoness, "I believe you're inquisitor-master has forbidden you from taking any Oaths or giving any words, am I correct?"

Rather than answering, the canoness simply replayed with a 'yes' before both of them looked towards Katarina.

"you have my and Canoness Sephora's oaths of secrecy," Katarina replied after a moment of deep-thought, not a moment had those words left her mouths that she instantly felt something latch-upon her words like adamantine shackle.

She instantly opened her witch-sight…

…And saw nothing; there was honestly and really no real-change in her conference-office and neither any sign of any psychic-temperament.

"What did you do, inquisitor Nyxia?" she asked after deactivating her witch-sight.

"I simply accepted you're oaths of secrecy," the said inquisitor explained as if it was a trivial thing, "now regarding the information which I promised, are you familiar with the mechanics and workings of the Astronomican?"

"I am familiar with it in a theoretical way," she answered, mentally reviewing all the information she had about the imperial beacon which was essential for travel between the stars by the imperium.

"Then you know that the imperial beacon is linked directly to the golden-throne, directly to the immortal emperor." Nyxia said, "Now imagine, what would happen if we are to give means to the beacon to shine brighter in the void of darkness and the warp? To extend its intensity and Focus the faith and devotion of billions upon a specific part of it?"

Her inquisitive mind could only conclude one destination which this conversation was going to.

"Impossible," Katarina quickly dismissed, "such a thing would require direct access to the golden-throne and I highly doubt that you're Ordo would possess such power and influence to do so."

"The golden-throne is a highly advanced Archeotech relic that requires a small legion of tech-priest to maintain daily, it would be too dangerous to risk a direct access or change to it. So no, that kind of interference would have proven to be harmful to the imperium." Nyxia explained. "Instead the Ordo decided to use psychic and arcane-means to increase the potency of the Astronomican's light; a Ritual that could give the immortal emperor the faith and devotion that is his rightful due, naturally such a ritual would require time and preparations." Nyxia's next words were said in such absoluteness that they were impressive in their own, "such an endeavor would take millennia of Work, effort and sector-wide resources but at the end…" a smile formed on Nyxia's lips. "the Astronomican's light shines brighter now."

'By the Golden throne,' Katarina's eyes widen in shock, she was not the only one to be taken by surprise and shock, if the surprised expressions on Adrasia and Sephora were to be any indication, and 'it's the truth.'

"All of this is thanks to one Person only," Nyxia looked towards Adrasia, "inquisitor Darius Razdan, Slayer of monsters and butcher of men. He's the one who performed the ritual, the reason why the imperial golden-age of re-conquest and crusades has started."

"By the emperor…" Adrasia made an Aquila sign, Katarina's eyes were aimed towards the golden-Aquila Ring that the cannons was wearing around her index-finger, It shined faintly with a golden-yellow glow.

"Right now as we speak, the Imperium is mobilizing its Armies; countless crusade-forces are being mobilized and mustered." Nyxia's voice drew their attention, the inquisitor's voice was now Grim and resolute. "The heavens themselves are trembling under the sound of countless imperial guard regiments and war-machines; the Adeptus Astartes Chapters are readying themselves for the greatest age of war along with the rest of the imperium." Then the inquisitor shook her hooded headed, "and they are not the only-ones either, the Xenos and the Arch-enemy forces are also on the move."

"Yes, the imperium is always fighting in countless wars within many another," Nyxia said quickly as she no doubt saw Katarina opening her mouth to speak. "But this age is different than those before it, This age is the age of war and unpredictability of unknown scale. Through his actions, Darius Razdan shattered countless destinies and prophecies foretold, the future is now truly a very uncertain and unpredictable place now, thanks to him."

Katarina could not hope to say anything because she was truly speechless, what could you say about a inquisitor who had accomplished that which the imperium was better for in the longer time?

Warp-travel was a very tedious and perilous affair. Every day and year countless imperial ships are lost to the unending tides of the warp, for a chance of increasing the intensity of the Astronomican's beacon… it would improve mankind's capability of warp-travel and so increases the imperium's power greatly.

An uncertain future was an acceptable price when it came to the survival of the imperium, in her opinion.

"And now you know," Nyxia's tone turned neutral, "what do you say now, inquisitor Katarina Haxtun? Are you willing to Join Ordo Technocia and work beside inquisitor Darius Razdan? I can assure you this offer will be given only once, so think deeply before Joining." Her next words were said more softly but they had their impact nonetheless, "you can spend your whole-life destroying the branches of the tree of heresy and they will be grown-back stronger than ever, or you can aim you're efforts for a greater benefit of the imperium and strike against heresy more deeply than before."

Despite being outmaneuvered and caught off-guard through all of these events, Inquisitor Katarina Haxtun was no fool. She knew that The Inquisitor in front of her had other means to force her to keep silence if she were to refuse; this was both an opportunity and a disadvantage to her depending on the way that she handled it.

Accept and she will be entering uncharted territories, a hidden Ordo whose agenda and aim can be flexible and dubious. On the other-hand she will gain access to resources and knowledge which she can use to great effect and impact, Refuse and she will be risking possible retaliations in one way or another.

Naturally, she went with the choice which had the greater benefit.

"I Accept you're invitation," Katarina said.

"Excellent," Nyxia nodded, "I must inform you that as a newly-joined member, you require a senior member who can act as proximity between you and the Ordo, Inquisitor Razdan will fit role-quite perfectly if I am any judge," Katarina started to mentally make eventual plans until he can meet the other inquisitor, she lend an ear and listened as Nyxia continued. "you're membership right now is temporary at best until Inquisitor Razdan deems you fit for full-access to the Ordo's Resources and Knowledge, Until then he will be lending you his aid and protection."

"Protection," Katarina tasted the word with a frown now on her ace, "from what exactly?" she asked, looking for a clear-answer to her question. After all, A gifted necklace can become a shackled chain and it won't be hard for a protector to turn into you're Prison-keeper.

"Our Ordo specializes in facing threats that is beyond the ability of even a single inquisitor," Nyxia answered patiently, "we use Specially trained and Raised Forces, employ the use of technologies that have roots within the age of dark technology and even equip-ourselves with Archeotech artifacts that allow us versatility and maneuverability within our duties. Such advantages cannot reasonably be given to a newly joined inquisitor-member until they have proven themselves worthy, it is simple to understand that our most senior members act as watchers who keep the newly joined-ones under-vigilance and lend them their powers and supports along with their hard-earned experience."

It went unsaid that those said watchers were there to keep the Ordo's interests and tasks within priority but Katarina knew all the same, Paranoia and cautious approach seem to be this Ordo Technocia's primary way of conduct.

"That will be poorly inefficient," Katarina objected, "disputes and different ways of conduct can prove to be disastrous for both inquisitors."

"It is not perfect," Nyxia admitted, "but it is far-better than to allow our newly joined members to face the threats that we face alone and without any direct support. Having a senior member accompanying you has many advantages, especially one of inquisitor Razdan's Calibers. He'll be able to lend you his support directly and can give you access to the Ordo's resources without any obstacle in the way, additionally his skills and expertise can prove to be a very invaluable asset to you." Nyxia seemed to pause for a moment before she continued, "he won't interfere with your work and neither will he attempt any acts behind your back, at most he will coordinate his efforts with yours should he deem it necessary or should you ask him, however he will take a direct-role should you interfere with the interests of the imperium or show Dangerous signs of being unable to continue you're duties." Nyxia's next words were so blunt and direct that there was no room for misunderstanding or doubt, "he will inform you of any given tasks or important assignments which the Ordo will need you both to investigate and in return he will also be the one who will lend you all of his assets without any question in an event of severe need, are these terms acceptable to you?"

"What guarantee is there that Inquisitor Razdan will abide with such terms?" Katarina asked before looking to Canoness Adrasia, "you're inquisitor-master is currently recovering from his wounds, am I right?"

"Yes…" The Canoness began but was interrupted by Nyxia's voice.

"Inquisitor Razdan will be ready for active duty within at least seven-solar days," Nyxia informed, "his body possesses a very potent gene-forged and enhanced condition which allows him to perform feats that is beyond the limit of even some imperial storm-troopers. Add his experience as a former Tempestor Prime and further trainings which he has received before joining the inquisition as an active inquisitor… well; he is a force to be reckoned, he already has been informed of your membership and will be ready to attend to his additional duties."

'Possession of highly-trained, experienced and extremely dangerous members,' Katarina mentally added another trait to Ordo Technocia. So far, it would seem that she is dealing with highly-trained and powerful Ordo who prioritizes great quality and skill within the recruitment of its new members and possibly even core-members.

The fact that she was a former Progena possibly also has played an important role with her recruitment, such background checks and knowledge about someone's past already shows that the Ordo has powerful information and knowledge gathering Resources.

She will need to increase the quality of her performance; she will not be found lacking amongst her peers and not with a senior-inquisitor watching her actions from the back. If did, then her now-martyred-Master would find a way to come back to life and kill her with own hands if he finds out that she had proven to be inadequate as an inquisitor.

"I shall wait for inquisitor Razdan's… Presence," Katarina said, before looking towards Adrasia. "I will assign a quarter at the high-section of the ship for his use and residence; see to it that you're inquisitor-master is taken there, I will trust his wellbeing in your care, Inform him that I wish to meet him at first opportunity."

"Of Course, milady," Adrasia nodded before she swiftly got-up, "by your leave…. Lady Inquisitors, Canoness Sephora." Not a moment had the canoness left that Nyxia herself got-up from her seat.

"A very cautious and paranoid man, that Darius Razdan," Nyxia mused, "He had already anticipated my actions and arrival, instructed and forbidden his acolytes to avoid taking any oaths or words without his permission." The inquisitor shook her hooded head. "I advise you to speak to him as soon as possible, but for now, I believe you will wish to contact the imperial general on the planet and requisition reliable and elite forces." She informed Katarina, "There is an important matter which is in need of your attention and Inquisitor Razdan's."

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In hindsight, Darius should have expected Nyx to directly interfere and manipulate the events to her whims and aims. He had expected such a thing, but not in such a way and in this manner, Least of all not this soon.

He had to give it to primordial of night, she drove a very hard-bargain and knew how to enforce her will by sending to lay the ground-work for an inquisitorial Ordo. Or at least that's what Darius suspected of her, who could claim to know what came and go in the mind of a primordial entity?

All that he could have done was to look and see as 'Nyxia' and the inquisitor Katarina Haxtun speak with each other, he had to mentally suppress a cringe as he heard the inquisitor give her and the battle-canoness's oaths of secrecy to the primordial.

In a mortal-world, you might be able to lie and break oaths as easily as one can lie but within the supernatural world? The law of oaths and words were dangerous, especially when it came to giving an oath to an immortal that can use you're given words to twist and own you're soul.

There are things worst then death and giving you're oath or word to an immortal is basically the first step towards them.

The half-immortal decided then and there that the first thing that he is going to make Katarina learn is to never give her oaths or words to anyone, it might have worked out for the best in this instance but that kind of mistake could cost you your life at best or you're soul at worst.

There was a reason why a demigod never broke an oath or word when sworn or given to an immortal, which was a good-way for you to dig your own grave. The Norse, the Egyptians or the Greeks and Romans, this fact of life and law of survival was one and only between all the half-bloods within the world of myths and legends.

'I can understand her mistake but damn it all, you just give your oath of secrecy to a primordial!' the demigod silently cursed as he listened to the rest of the Conversation, he was already reviewing his cover and was adding the necessary modifications to it which could let him to be colored as a freaking Tempestor-Prime.

Once again he hit a wall because of one simple fact: storm-troopers were the best troopers that the imperium had to offer barring the legendary space marines of the Adeptus Astartes.

The organization and quality of the storm-troopers were way different even the normal rank-and-file imperial guard regiment. The quality of their soldiers and equipment is among the best which the imperium had to offer, they were very proficient and merciless killers and among them were Tempestor primes who were promoted to their position through their battle-records alone.

These men were so well-versed into superior tactics and experience that they led their fellow-scions with great efficiency and power.

By labeling him as a former Tempestor-prime, Nyx was giving him the needed-background to show skills and abilities. Though all of them came with one fault in mind, the tactics and the experience which he was well-versed in was a lot more different then a Tempestor-prime.

Darius didn't have any education into 'imperial-knowledge and lore' and what he knew was limited to a Wikipedia that was in another world, real-life was a lot-more different then an internet page.

'I know you're listening, Lady Nyx.' The half-immortal silently said the name of the primordial and soon-enough felt the familiar sense of being watched by something, even in dreamscape, the primordial proved that she was already watching. 'I know it might look so soon but could you please…. Somehow, 'download' the needed knowledge to my mind or perhaps even give me sections of the codex Astartes? I don't think I can maintain the cover that you're building for me for long if I don't have them.'

Somehow, the demigod received a foreign feeling that his request had been granted.

Though not in the way which he had imagined it to go, having information suddenly shoved or crammed into your mind is a very painful and agonizing thing that could have killed you by turning you into a brain dead but when it comes to Primordials? Well, they were the embodiments of reality itself, which alone should be enough to tell how dangerously powerful they are and why other immortals avoid them like how oil avoids water.

Having years-worth of information and knowledge being added to your brain was dangerous thing because the human-mind was not meant to process such information at such extant and speed at once.

Yet, the primordial of night's will was met straight and true.

And he got all of those knowledge crammed into his head and processed with such agony that the demigod was sure that no mere words could describe what he felt when he opened his eyes and found himself laying down on a comfortable bed with pillows on his back with black-silken blankets covering him.

He was still wearing his 'patient-robes' but Darius's mind was on something far-more important, namely the awful headache that he felt. It was like a Cyclops had decided to dance tango-style on his head and then speed-dialed Chiron's party-addicted cousins (Name: Party ponies) to bring the music.

there were so many laws of biology and physiology that Darius had studied and each of them told him that he should be brain-dead by now yet here he was, the knowledge was within his head and he was able to still processing his thought and think like any other human-being.

'This is the last time that I ever open my mouth about wanting knowledge,' the half-immortal did not attempt to make any movement and neither did he try to attempt any kind of thinking, 'I maybe a son of Athena but that doesn't mean that I'm so obsessed to have this amount of it shoved into my head.'

The motto of the children of Athena: Knowledge is Power.

Darius would have paid to hear his half-sibling's answers when they had a primordial that had filled their head with knowledge that a Progena would spend years of study to learn then understand. If Nyx was trying to send him a message then the half-immortal was sure that he had received well and good: never ask for a boon unless you're willing to face the consequences.

If you ask for knowledge then be ready to suffer the headache and the rest of things that comes with the package. He could deal with the headache through application of magic and the use of Aspirin but the first seems to be too unpredictable now and the second one probably had an equivalent within the imperium which he did not know.

'I'm going to be feeling this headache for perhaps sometime.' The son of Athena rubbed his forehead before slowly getting up from the large and luxurious bed, 'what wouldn't I give for a good homemade food and a tea right about now.'

His self-given healing-factor worked on breaking-dawn nutrients within his food and then uses them to rejuvenate his cells, giving him a very limited but still very useful and exceptionally good healing-factor which allowed him to recover from Fatigue and injuries far faster than an average human.

It was one of the Perks which he had given to himself, combining science and magic did have their uses after all. The fields of versatility and adaptability which give him were invaluable beyond comprehension.

'And now that I'm stuck in Warhammer 40k, I better start Designing,' he decided, 'if Warhammer 40k and the multiverse gap are a thing, then I sure as hell want an iron-man suit, Lightsaber or even StarCraft Marine Power-armor suit before I find myself setting foot on another planet, I'll even start looking to design a Fatboy rocket-launcher that lunches Mini-nukes, God knows that I'm going to need it sooner rather than later.'

As if summoned by his inner thoughts, the half-immortal sharply looked to the door which was opened as Sister-doctor Jeanna came in with a tray of food in her hands. Violet-amethyst eyes widen in surprise as they saw him before the familiar fanatic like emotion swirled into them once again, he had enough experience in that department to quickly raise a hand and stop the sister from doing what he knew she would do.

He had spent one-hour to get the point-across that no, He was no Living saint and neither was he going to allow her to worship him because that was only reserved for the god-emperor (what a nice guy to take one for the team) and to extract an oath of secrecy and silence from her to make sure that the sister Hospitaller wouldn't tell anyone about what had really happened in the governor's bedroom.

Sadly, that didn't stop the white haired sister-doctor from wanting to kneel every time that she saw him or to make an Aquila sign and starting wordlessly praying to the emperor.

"No kneeling and no prayers, Sister-doctor." The demigod tried to ignore the throbbing headache which he still-felt, sitting up from the bed in a dignified position and using the smooth silken-blankets to cover his private parts which was down below, seeing the food also reminded him that he hadn't eaten anything for a while yet. "I Don't require you're kneeling and frankly, I believe there is chapel within the ship which is more suited for housing a spiritual prayer to the Emperor of mankind then…" he looked to the room he had woken-up, it was highly decorated and luxuriously spacious, "This bedroom." He finished, motioning for the wooden-chair beside him which started to float into the air before being placed within a respectable distance in his bed.

"Please put the tray on the disk and then sit, Acolyte Jeanna." He instructed and waited patiently as the sister did what she was told, she put the food on the disk near the wardrobe that was beside the bed along with a large mirror beside it, the demigod-now-inquisitor watched as his first acolyte took a seat on the wooden chair and look to him with one-hundred percent focus and dedication that made a hard-working academy and college student look like a armature.

"Have you done as I have asked?" The Son of Athena mentally made a list of things which he needed to do and see done before he decided to focus and start with the most important matter and work his way down from there.

Seeing the sister-nod, the demigod immediately moved to the next topic.

"Has there been any troubles regarding you're duties?"

A shake of head answered his question well-enough, he let out a tired sigh as he learned that no one had bothered the sister-doctor when he had given her a list of tasks which she were to perform secretly with the aid of Canoness Adrasia. He would have made an example of anyone who would have intervened and threw any kind of stones in her given tasks and new duties; he had broken bones and flayed skins for less-reasons.

"Good," he frowned at his next decision before deciding to go with it; the sister-doctor had earned that much at least. "You're hereby released from you're oath of silence but I still will hold you to the oath of secrecy with the emperor of mankind being our jury and judge, now go and rest." His voice turned soft, "you have more than earned it, I expect you to at least sleep for eight or nine-hours before reporting back to me for your next task, Inform me if you need anything and please inform inquisitor Katarina Haxtun, Canoness Sephora and Adrasia to come and see me."

"Y-Yes," the sister's voice was stuttered and such was the voice of one who had been taught to adore the emperor as father and her birth-identity had been taken away and replaced something else. This was the fate of all Progena, another necessary but sad-fact about living as a human within a world of unending blood and war.

He watched her leave and made himself comfortable, he didn't have to wait too much because the three-said persons which he had wanted to see come to the bedroom.

He had read enough about the imperial navy to know that the only place which was this luxurious would be the top-section of the ship, where officers and captains would have the luxury of an imperial planetary governor with harems of concubines.

"Hello, Inquisitor Katarina Haxtun, Canoness Sephora and Canoness Adrasia." The son of Athena greeted politely before his eyes were focused upon inquisitor Katarina's own. "It is nice to meet a newly-joined fellow college and Peer, an amateur you may now be but we will be changing that very soon, if I have anything to say about it." He finished with a bitter tone that left nothing to imagination.

"Pardon me but did you just call me an 'amateur'?" Inquisitor Katarina Haxtun's voice was so sharp that Darius was sure that he would have died if it was possible to kill with mere-words alone, "I Have you know…"

"There is nothing for me to know, you're actions speak for themselves and so far you have committed you're greatest mistake within you're carrier," Darius interrupted while meeting the gaze of the inquisitor as if it did not affected in the slightest, she had another thing coming if she thought that kind of gaze will be having any kind of effect on him. "You gave you're oath to an individual who has the power to shackle-them around your soul and Mind, you're now a puppet with its strings firmly in control."

Seeing a sudden light of understanding appear in the inquisitor's eyes, Darius learned that she had possibly attempted to break her oath of secrecy only to find-out that she couldn't.

"Explain," she practically demanded with an absolute-tone, moving-forward until she was standing beside his head, Piercing red-eyes meeting equally piercing gray-eyes.

"Don't use that tone with me, Girl." Darius's voice was now hard and unflinching; it was not the voice of a man who preferred to be solemn and quiet and calm, preferring to analyze and plan and plot. Rather, it was the voice of something far more dangerous. It belonged to a man who had to kill his way to survival through a whole-world of supernatural, the man who had gazed into the eyes of a primordial who is the embodiment of hell-itself and had been marked because of it. His mere-name so feared that not even legendary monsters would-dare to utter it least they risk being brought under the attention of the primordial called Tartarus.

The three women within the room could feel the danger which was within that voice; Mere words could not explain or describe it for them because they were unfamiliar with the world which he had been born in.

"I have been out-there, breaking bones, slitting throats and jugulars before you were even born." His shadow started to stretch behind him on the thick-metallic wall, growing wide and big until it resembled the shape of a twisted-warped shadow like being. Its shadowy humanoid hands grew into large-pointy claws, what would have been its faceless shadowy face was instead slowly ripped apart by light until it formed a demented and twisted smile which had no place on a shadow, it's shape slowly started to grew darker and darker as if it was becoming a separate entity then it's owner. "Humans, Xenos or Daemon-like creatures, you name it and I have killed it. Be it mortal or an entity of supernatural origin, I have killed that which many labeled un-killable and immortal. I have been dancing this dance of death and playing this game of fear for centuries and believe me when I say to you that you don't want to use that tone on me." Even his voice slowly started to become warped until it was inhuman, soft and without much volume but still inhumanly different. "I'm not a heretic whom you must constantly hunt; I'm not an acolyte who is going to cower and submit to your authority, I'm not you're equal either. I'm but the silent man watching from the shadows, the one who has killed mortals and made immortals bleed. I can tolerate idiocy and foolishness to a degree but demanding an answer from me when you're the one who is the cause of the mistake is not going to be one of them, are we clear on that?"

He noted that the pressures of the day had finely caught-up with him and made him snap, it was logical and reasonable after all that had happened to him when he had found himself in the grim-dark universe of war.

His piercing-gray eyes looked towards the shadowy creature that was slowly coming from his own shadow, one look and the entity which had become the stuff of nightmares-for some at least-instantly retreated back into the shadows as if it was afraid of meeting the gaze of its master. The shadow quickly returned back to its original human form just as the dangerous thing went back into its cell, leaving a centuries old demigod who had seen and done far too much then anyone might ever know, Old and tired, battered and bruised.

"Are we clear on that, inquisitor Katarina Haxtun?" his voice had turned normal and polite, leaving no trace of what had happened just mere moments ago.

"We are." The said inquisitor answered, there was no trace of fear and neither any kind of emotion within her face or the tone of her voice which was used to deliver the words, yet the demigod easily saw the left hand which was silently shaking.

Rather than continuing, the son of Athena decided that it was time to move-on.

"The one that you know as Nyxia, She is called The Night mother," the half-immortal explained, he moved his finger and the tray of food floated into the air before it softly landed on his lap. "She's so powerful and dangerous that even the prospect of remotely dealing or speaking to her is considered to be a risk and danger to anyone and everyone alike." He looked to tray of food in front of him, mashed potatoes and grain with lots of meat, he hoped that they were Grox-meat because it was said that it was richly nutrient, If not then he will need to visit the kitchens and make his own food.

"one of her most dangerous powers is the ability of accepting words, oaths and promises and binding them to owner's mind and soul," Darius looked towards Adrasia, the canoness was rooted on the spot and her face seemed to have been made of status, the paleness on her face was still present and seeable. "This is one of the reasons why I strictly forbidden you and sister Jeanna from taking any oaths and making any promises, Nyxia could have used her power to trick anyone of you into eternal servitude with your souls being the price of disobedience," he grabbed a fork and a spoon and looked towards the food which had grown cold by now, it was no hair out of his head because he had grown accustomed to eating cold-food and sleeping on hard-beds a long-time ago. "A man might lie and break sworn-oaths as easy as he wants but once his words are bound by powers beyond his comprehension…." He paused to let the intended message sink-in and be understood, "Well, he either learns to keep to his given oaths or a fate worse than death awaits him."

He cut out a single portion and then put it into his mouth, eating with a dignifying patience and chewing it as politely as he could with a audience watching him before he swallowed it. After all that he had been through, it tasted more delicious than ever. He could already feel his body breaking down the food and starting to rejuvenate his cells and very slowly start the process of healing him.

"And that is the reason why I must quickly start you're education," he spared a sharp-glance towards Katarina, "The Emperor has shown us Fortune and mercy that you didn't give any kind of oath but that of secrecy. There are many other things which could have gone wrong and I can't allow my charge and a future inquisitor of Ordo Nyx Technocia, to remain ignorant and unfamiliar with them, so I expect you to sort you're affairs and make time because We are going to start you're lessons as soon as possible."

An inquisitor, Katarina Haxtun may be. But not even inquisitors were familiar with the supernatural world which He had been born in, their focus had been on their own counterpart which sadly is lacking in many senses and they are will often find-themselves going to the deep-end without a solid rope to pull them back.

Darius knew that now that the inquisitor had met Nyx, she needed to start learning that things in this world was a lot-more different then the things which she normally operated in. what she didn't know, would be the death of her if he didn't rectified it at once.

"You are in the same-boat, so you will also have to join our lessons, Canoness Sephora." This time, Darius looked towards the battle-canoness; she had been standing in her place like a statue just like Adrasia. "I don't doubt you're leadership, tactical mastery and experience in the use of the holy-trinity of weapons, but they won't be enough if Nyxia decides to visit us once again. I shudder to think what will happen if she manages to ensnare the battle-sisters…" the last part had been said quietly but the three women heard it nonetheless.

What he was doing could be explained and divided into many goals and reasons but one of the important reasons, was that these holes could be exploited later by the primordial of darkness and Darius had no intention or reason to allow the night mother the opportunity.

There may have been many differences between immortals but at the end, they all were of the same cloth. The primordial of night had her own agendas and aims; she wasn't offering her aid to him without expecting things from him in return.

"Do we have an accord, canoness Sephora?"

"We have," the canoness answered instantly and without hesitation, Darius had been tempted to read her mind through magic but then such a thing was dangerous with his magic being this unpredictable in this universe.

He will need to re-design or perhaps even re-master spells if worst comes to worst; he was at a severe disadvantage with his magic being in disarray.

"I trust that you will be also available for the lessons, Canoness Adrasia?" Darius looked to the canoness of the order of the caring hand who quickly answered with a 'yes, milord.' The demigod nodded politely before remembering something very important.

"By the way, I seem to have forgotten a very important matter, can one of you tell me the current age of the millennium?" he asked before putting a slice of meat into his mouth through his metallic fork.

"We are near the beginning of the 50th millennium," Katarina was the one who answered that question; she was also the first-one to see the half-immortal nearly chock-upon his slice of meat and had to put his fist on his chest and hit it a few times to direct the offending morsel back into the right-pipe.

"God-emperor Damn it," Darius cursed, suddenly knowing that he was now beyond the uncharted water and his 'canon-knowledge' was now less-worth then a pile of Grox-shit.

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AN: and here is the next chapter just as I had promised you all, I told you that I won't be dropping any of my stories and if I start a story, then you can be sure that I'll be doing my best to write it.

What can I say; I'm a firm-believer in the old-saying that 'don't start something which you can't finish.' It took me three-times re-writing the plot of this chapter before I was even firmly convinced of this chapter's plot-factors and newly introduced characters.

I have read some review which said that the previous chapter's last scene with Nyx had been a bit-rushed, well now you know the reason why I had written it that way. Those had all been preparations for this chapter.

Surprise: I have been planning this chapter right the day after I had published the first chapter!

Anyway, we now have new characters in the Main-caste and I have a new-planet in destination to plan for along with the next chapter. We have a half-immortal who has the tall-order of readying an inquisitor and two canoness-sisters for the supernatural world which they don't know anything about while also making sure to keep many things secret from them.

It's going to be a very long-ride for Darius, that's for sure.

About the timeline, I Can only say that I refuse to just copy-paste words with events which many of you by all rights now when you read the Warhammer 40k Wiki. Where would be the excitement in re-writing plots and stories be when you aren't going to change them? seeing as changing those events could possibly lead to a lot of headache and writer's block for all involved, including myself, I decided that I would start instead an age of Warhammer 40k of my own (the concept and plot-factor had been inspired by the weaver-option written by Antony444, check-it out if anyone is interested about a good Warhammer 40k Crossover with Worm.), hence the reason of darius appearing in the 50th millennium.

Spoiler: the next chapter is going to be featuring a lot of excitable and loveable things which you all definitely want to see in the story, I won't be ruining the plot but suffice to say that the Disclaimer at the start of the chapter will be put into full-effect.

Until next-time dear readers, please don't forget to review and favorite.