Dropped Into A Grim Universe

by Slim A Lou Prime

Rule63, self-insert, AO3-cross: I can't say visiting Warhammer was one of those things on my bucket list. Yet I often find that my luck is in the negatives and it has a sense of humor. That's why I find myself on Nostramo of all places, Grim dark the world in grim dark the universes, just my luck. The only Way I can think to survive is to find the one that calls this planet home.

1. Prologue

'How did I end up here?'

A large and strong arm pulled me in closer, two mounts of flesh pressed against my head.

'It was supposed to be just another night, go to sleep, wake up, get ready for school, work way through school day, come home, goof off, try to do some homework, get ready for bed. Rince, wash, repeat. Though I did not wake up in my bed that morning.'

I sensed that another vision was coming, I blocked it like I always did.

'No, I was dropped into a world with no sun light, where being as edgy and emo as possible was the norm, and a suicide was as common as the horrible people that lived here.'

A soft humming sound and a hand slowly running up and down my torso alerted me to the success of my block. She was still dreaming happily.

'Like any nerd I sometimes dreamed about visiting places from my favorite universes.'

One of her hands started to wander off.

'Hey! Hand above the belt! Where was I? Oh yeah, visiting my favorite fictional universes. That was still true, with one exception.'

A disgruntled grumble followed as her hand was denied.

'Don't give me that! I am not explaining this to your fa… creator.'

'That one exception was the grim dark universe of grim darkness. Games workshop's Warhammer 40,000, or 30,000 considering where I was. So how did I get here? Well I have no idea, probably some planeswalker wanting to have a laugh or my BS luck deciding to be funny. As to how I ended up being the small spoon to the big… huge spoon… well that's a bit of a longer story.'

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Stay calm, stay hidden, don't get involved, ignore the constant screaming.

That had become the norm for the life I had fallen into. My stomach had shrunken down considerably since I came here. There wasn't a lot to eat, and I was always on the move. It sucked, by God it sucked. But I admit it did wonders for my appearance. Gone was the skinny fat kid who enjoyed the freedoms that were afforded to him. Now I was a young adult who had to kill to eat, had to hide to sleep, and was only kept sane by faith. God the screaming was the worst, hearing it day in day out did not do wonders for my mental health.

It was hard. Going from living in the land of the free to emo the world. Broken bones that hadn't healed properly. I had to cauterizes my cuts to keep out infection and keep my blood where it belonged. I should have died. Really the only reason I was still alive was because God must have declared it so and my wakening.

Uh, I hate that word. After being forced to read that book about some woman finding herself in the 1800s. Just hearing or thinking about the word made my mind drifted back to that waste of paper. However, it was really the only word that fit. Luckily, I wasn't a psyker, I had enough problems to worry about without a demon trying to possess me. I was a psionic… there is a difference I swear! While psykers used the Realm of Chaos to do their thing I harnessed the energies of the materium. Plus side, I did not have to worry about demons coming after me because of my use of my powers. Downside, I drew my psionic energy from the living things of this world, yet there was so much death and misery it hurt like hell to channel them.

That might have something to do with the fact that I was learning as I went. I would often times mess up and accidently tune into everything and everyone around me. Think putting on headphones and forgetting that the volume is turned all the way up. Now multiply that by… pain… not "Ah that really hurt" its more "I just stubbed my toe, hit my funny bone, suddenly migraine, and every "port" in my body its releasing something"… that pain. God, it lasted for so long. I honestly would have thrown my self off a building if I was even cable of moving at the time. Like all things however it finally passed, and I was left crying in almost every bodily fluid possible. I had yet to get a good shower or bath, the only way I could stay clean was dry scrubbing with a rag I came across. Ya, it was not ideal, but I had to do something.

As time went on I began to connect the dots of my location, both planet and universe. I was in Warhammer 40,000 I.E. your gona die the universe. The planet I was on was on the world of Nostramo, homeworld of the Night Lords. The realization caused me to become very depressed for a day or two, on the upside I made sure to increase my devotion to my faith. If I was going to die, I was going to heaven. Emperor and his Imperial Truth be damned. In all honesty I was a Space Wolf guy, furry jokes aside. Lore wise, I did not know much about the Night Lords and their Primarch other than the basics. The only person I really liked from the Night Lords was Jago and that was mainly because he had a redemption arc to his character. He was in the top five of my favorite marines.

Konrad Curze was basically Warhammer batman if batman was lawful evil. He was among the tragic primarchs that was actually a good person at heart but was corrupted by the worlds they landed on. Angron was probably had it the worse, the sympathetic warrior turning into a blood crazed madman by the nails. Back to Curze, his whole thing was that he was to be a judge, a lawbringer who would punish the wicked and protect the innocent. This world and his ability of foresight tormented him and turned him into a monster, creating a split personality that would be called The Night Hunter.

I happen to see the primarch's deadly trade when I was looking for food one… night, day? Its hard to tell with no sun. Anyways, I came across an alley with at least twenty gangers all torn up. Things like this happen in the open with gang wars, not in the back alleyway. This was a group of gangers who's luck decided to lead them to the primarch. Despite what this meant hope began to rise within me. Despite his methods Curze brought order to Nostramo. One lore website claiming that Nostramo went from crime ridden nightmare hive, to orderly zero crime rate in a year. Having lived in Nostramo for a few months now. It was a welcome change. It also meant that the Emperor would be coming here and I could get off this horrible world.

So, with all this in mind, I tapped into my psionic abilities and tried to sense where the primarch was. Lucky for me trial and error with my abilities had allowed me to use them without hurting myself too badly. As it turns out the primarch was the most noticeable being moving around. I quickly set to following him. He no doubt picked up on that fact not long after I started. He led me to an abandoned factory where he stopped and waited for me to catch up. No doubt he was planning on killing me, but he was the best chance I had.

I came out into the open factory floor, pitch black darkness all around me. I could sense Curze moving around even if my eyes and hearing could not. I needed to give the first interaction before Curze chose violence. I had no idea at what point Curze was in his growth. Was he still a child or had he grown into an adult form already. If lore was to believe he would be close to his adult size in five years or so since landing. Language was not so much in issue seeing as they could learn a new language in a few days of interacting and hearing it. Yeah turns out the people here could not speak English but body language was more than enough for me. So, at this moment I let my body do the talking.

Sitting down in the open I discarded what few "weapons" I had and took out some emergency food I had on me. I set it down before me and waited. I closed my eyes knowing that one of three things was going to happen. Curze was going to take my food and run, kill me then take my food, or he might come out and see why someone wasn't trying to kill him. I spend that time in silent payer hoping Curze was in a good mood.

Soon enough my sense told me that Curze was approaching me from behind. I made no move to scare him away, but I would be lying if I said I didn't almost piss myself. Soon enough he was standing right behind me, I could feel his breathing on my head. There he stood, not moving, just breathing. It might have been a test for me to see if I would attack, or he was just simply wondering what I tasted like. Either way I was by no means going to attack someone who could fold me like a chair. Soon enough Curze began to walk around, I could feel his eyes upon me as he moved, he approached the food I laid out, snatched it, and run off. My senses told me that he left the factory soon after.

'Well fuck.' I thought to myself. 'Mission failed but I am still alive so hey silver lining.'

I sighed as I got up collected my sharpened scraps of metal that I called weapons and left. Disappointed but none the less happy that I survived an encounter with Curze. Things kinda went back to normal after that, stay calm, stay hidden, don't get involved. The screams of the suffering were a constant. Damn it if they didn't feel like they were getting worse.

It was during one of my times of devotion that it really got worse. The crying, the screaming, the begging for mercy. Here I was sitting in my hideout trying to pray and meditate on a God of love and righteousness and here others were suffering. I could not hold out for a year. The last few months were bad enough. I had always thought that I would be able to save someone when the time came. I always pictured myself as someone who would step up when the time came, but here I was doing nothing. Doing nothing for months. It was why I didn't like my psionic abilities. When I channeled them, I could feel the suffering of those around me, I also experienced the evil glee of those committing them. As a scream started near me, I snapped. I could not take anymore. I was done. I was tired of being apathetical, of ignoring the suffering. I was going to do something righteous for once so help me God!

Emerging from my hideout I raced towards the sound. I came upon three ugly looking gangers all ganging up on a woman. I knew what they were doing even if the sounds didn't give it away. I charged at them trying to keep silent. Even if I wasn't they were too focused on indulging in their lusts that they did not notice me. I grabbed my piece of sharpened metal and directed it into one of the ganger's necks. The metal easily slid in causing him to gasp in pain as I twisted the metal in his neck. He fell down and I quickly stabbed him a few more times before I got up. The other two gangers finally noticed me and switched from raping the woman to trying to kill me. They had metal clubs and set to trying to club me to death. They hit me a few times but I powered through the pain. After all we were about the same size, and we were all malnourished so at the end it was a battle of will. I had plenty of that. Even then they were gangers with some experienced and they had numbers. So even with my mental state of "fuck it" they were beating me up. Soon enough they got a good strike in, and I was floored. That didn't stop them from hitting me while I was down.

It was a come to Jesus moment. My body was giving out and they weren't going to stop hitting me until I was pulp. Yet as the saying goings "there is nothing more dangerous than a man with nothing to lose" and I knew where I was going. So, channeling my inner Emile, and my psionic abilities, I grabbed one of the clubs as it was coming down pushed it aside and jumped up at one of the gangers yelling the famous quote.

"I'M READY! HOW ABOUT YOU!?"

I drove my shive into the ganger throat ripping it out sending blood flying. The ganger fell clutching his neck while his buddy got in a solid hit in on my back. I felt my spine crack, but I was too high on adrenaline to notice the pain. I got up and tackled the other as he was drawing back for another strike. I began to stab at him wildly like an animal. Soon enough he stopped moving. Seeing the last ganger dead, I shaking we got back up on my feet.

"You o-" I started only to grasp as the woman I had just saved stabbed me. 'Et tu brute?'

Yup the woman I just saved stabbed me with a sharp piece of metal on the ground. I really can't blame her, given this world she probably was thinking I was going to rape her next. Good deeds don't go unpunished after all, especially on this world. She watched me fall to the ground. I was beaten bloody, and I had just run out of adrenaline. To add insult to injury she started to try and undress me, most likely trying to replace her own ruined cloths as the gangs only had on pants. She also was checking me for anything of value. Things started to get dizzy as I was barely holding on. However, from above a figure dropped down behind the woman. She screamed and something wet fell on my face. A large figure tossed the woman aside shattering her skull against the hardened stone, before it looked down at me. The figure grabbed me and threw me over their shoulder. In the next moment we were on the move and the wind was blowing against me. I lost consciousness soon after.

I dreamed. I dreamed of being back home seeing my mother and father. They were happy to see me, I was happy to see them more than they could ever know. We ate food together; we talked, what about I did not care. However, soon I noticed somethings where off and I quickly became aware that I was dreaming. I tried to hang on to the dream but like trying to hold onto water it slipped out of my grasp.

When I woke, I was still in a lot of pain but alive none the less. I looked down to see a bunch of rags covering my wounds and more then a few braces over what I could only assume where broken bones. Even over the bones that had healed. Someone must have broken them to set them straight. I wanted to sit up but chose not to. Who knew how badly I was stitched together, moving would more than likely just make it worse. The screaming was back.

'God I wish they would just stop.' I weakly murmured in my mind.

Time past and I grew used to the pain, but it was still there. Before long, my stomach growled but with no way to get food I could only endure the discomfort of being on an empty stomach. As it would seem the noise drew somethings, or someone's attention. A figure appeared over me and place what felt like dried out bread over my mouth. I quickly opened my mouth letting the small piece fall in. I chewed, ignoring the pain. Something wet touched my mouth soon after, water, I opened my mouth to accept it too.

"T-an-u." I managed to get out as the figure moved away. It stopped for a moment looking back before continuing out of my line of sight.

This became my new norm. Try to sleep, with the figure coming back to feed me, change my bandages, and I would thank it. I really don't know how long I was forced to lie there. It was hard to keep track of time. One thing I did notice. The screaming… it lessened. What was once a constant cacophony of torturous sounds were interrupted by the sweet ambience of a "quiet" hive. What I could guess where a few more weeks I had finally healed enough to stand on my own two feet. I had kept my psionics suppressed for the time I had been healing. In one of those moments of quiet I let my senses extend past my body. What I felt shocked me. There sitting on a heap of metal was Curze's presence. He was asleep if the soft breathing was anything to go by. Yet it was not a peaceful sleep, I noticed that his breathing would sharply increase intermittently.

I remembered that Curze was plagued by nightmarish visions of the future. It also dawned on me that Curze had been the one to save me. He had taken care of me. My first instinct was to ask myself why. Maybe I made more of an impact on him then I had assumed when we first met. Or maybe seeing someone try to save someone was something he had never seen before. Either way, I was now in Curze's good graces. Something only his first captain ever had.

Another sharp intake of breath brought me out of my thoughts. Here was someone who saved me and now was suffering. I was by no means an expert with my abilities, but I could read the surface feelings and emotions of those around me when I wasn't suppressing them. Maybe I could influence them. I focused on Curze's presence doing so wasn't hard given his nature as a primarch. Before he could react, I tried to chase away the visions he was having throwing every positive feeling I could muster at him. His breathing became slightly claimer but was restless. It occurred to me that Curze's foresight was coming from his psyker abilities i.e., his connection to the Warp. So, I switched my tactics. Instead of trying to brute force the visions away with positivity I would try to block them from getting to him. I began to channel the energies around me to block out the whispers of the warp. Doing so required me to draw on the psionic energies of this planet, this tainted planet. So I did the only thing I could. I used myself as a filter... It hurt, my mind was filled with the evils of the world. Every little positive thing I could gain form this world that was beyond salvation I passed onto Curze leaving me with the evilness. Hopefully this would be worth it in the end. A semi mentally stable Curze would be better then what we got in lore, If I could change that then I would take on the evilness of this world.

Curze's breathing became calm. Once I noticed that I switched my focus to maintaining the shield rather than creating it. It was tiring both mentally and physically so much so that I fell unconscious again. Well, I was semi-conscious, enough to maintain concentration on the shield but other than that I was basically a potato. I was lucky that Primarch's did not require much sleep as Curze began to rouse from his sleep around an hour and a half after I started shielding him. By then I was on my last legs seeing the figure of Curze rise from his rubble throne allowed me to lower the shield. I noticed he seemed grabbed his head as soon as the shield went down. Darkness took me soon after. I don't know if I was delusional, but I could of sworn I heard a feminine voice speak in broken English.

"Tha-u."

Thankfully passing out due to exhaustion meant I was spared of any dreams. On this world… that was a blessing. When I woke, I found I was alone again, with not but the darkness and screams to accompany me. I don't know how much time passed since I passed out but I found that I had healed enough to move around. Thought, it was still uncomfortable. I managed to get in a quick devotional before I began to explore my surroundings. It was an abandoned hanger of sorts, closer to the planet surface if I had to guess. Debris covered the floor, from warping paper to animal carcasses, and a few human bones. Yeah, this wasn't going to do. I spent the next hour or so clearing this place. While I was thankful to Curze for saving me I was not about to live in place that could very well be cleaned. It took some time and more than a few scrapes, but I got the bloody place cleaned up. Even found enough wood to start a fire. Normally a big no, no, but I need some light and warmth after what I pulled.

As God would have it I managed to start a small fire that I nursed into a good sized camp fire. I made sure to cover any windows or opening to stop anyone from seeing the flickering light. Putting my hands up to the fire, I, for once in a long time, felt warmth. Blessed, life giving warmth. I was half tempted to toss myself on the fire so my whole body could feel what my hands did but I was in enough pain as it was. The scream claimed down again, hell we had a full three minutes of peace of quiet before it picked up again. I suppose Curze was in his clean up phase.

An hour passed and I noticed someone had entered Curze's hideout, hurriedly I might add. It was very possible that someone had spotted the fire and was attempting to break in but at this moment I could care less. I was enjoying the warmth. Soon enough the intruder showed themselves, or should I say herself. I was so shocked I nearly forgot to breathe. There standing in a puddle of dripping blood was a tall woman with only rags to cover her modesty. The light from the fire illuminated her appearance, skin so pale she could pass for a corpse, long oily black hair that was a mess, and her eyes, oh those eyes could have killed me they were so devoid of life. Faster than my eyes could track the woman sprinted towards the fire and began stomping on it trying to put it out.

I jumped to my feet trying to get the woman to stop, but she was fully intent on putting out the fire. Seeing as my words did not reach her, I let my psionics reach out trying to get her to stop. Two things I noticed, one she did stop almost immediately and two Curze was standing next to me.

'…'

'…'

'…'

'I'm in a rule63 Warhammer.' I thought in complete shock.

I looked up at the female Curze who was looking back with a pointed questioning look.

'Ok speaking time.' I thought trying to formulate a coherent sentence despite what I just learned. "S-sorry I kn-ow its dangerous but I just ne-ed a moment of comfort."

Curze's heavily breathing slowed, before she snorted and moved away.

"Your w-welcome to join me." I called out after her as I tried to save what little flames remained.

From the corner of my eye, I saw her stop and turned her head towards me. Her eyes flicked towards the fire before they came back to me. She must have not figured out English completely, but I had a feeling she would get it sooner or later. Besides even with this… development I still wanted to steer hi- her away from the cannon version of herself.

"Please, allow me to thank you for saving and caring for me." She reacted to the word "thank you" letting out a sharp exhale.

I was sure she had an idea of that I was trying to say, Primarchs where just that smart. I could only assume however she was in a early form of "Night Hunter Mode" given her more animalistic body language. I gestured for her to join me after I got the fire back to a healthy level. She still stood there.

I bit back a sigh. 'Alright, psionics seems the be the way to go.'

I began to project feelings of hospitality, thankfulness, a want to share the warmth of my fire. She shifted a little. She probably never encountered those feelings before, besides thankfulness maybe. I had gathered what food was laying around when I was cleaning the hideout. I grabbed a piece of dried out meat and offered it to her. Finally, the female primarch turned and carefully approached the fire. Carefully she sat down watching me intently. I passed the food to her and she took it carefully and bit into it, devouring the whole thing in two bites.

I took a moment to look at her. She looked to be nearing her adult form if her… uh, assets were any indication. Now I was not into the whole goth girl thing but… girl look good. I did notice she bore a lot of scars, some were faint others were more prominent. I could only guess what weapon could have hurt her given her status is a Primarch. Over all she was very scary looking but also had those righteous curves that could inspire a crusade or three. I had to remind myself to check my body language, I didn't want to offend her after all.

"Thank you for saving me that one time." I began doing my best to show my gratitude opposed to my fear. "You could have easily just left me. I owe you my life."

She continued to stare at me.

'Come on give me something! How about a name?' Of course the next question for myself was if I used my real name or not. 'What does it matter?'

"My name is, Lazarus." I gestured to myself.

She seemed to be interested but said nothing.

I gestured to her. "What's your name?"

'Come to think of it, I have no idea how the original Primarch got the name Konrad Curze.'

The woman spoke in the local language. I really only caught three syllables so I could only guess she introduced herself as Night Hunter or Night Huntress. I frowned I didn't want her to identify herself with that title. It was the title of fear given by a frightened people. I thought for a moment.

"That sounded like a title but not a name." I began expressing my dislike of the title. "Cassandra yeah, that definitely fits." I pointed at her and smiled. "Cassandra, your name is Cassandra."

"Caz-ad-ra." She repeated in broken English.

My smile got wider and I nodded. "Cassandra."

"Cassan-dra." She repeated again, her English getting less broken. It was almost scary seeing how quickly she was picking up the language.

I nodded again and gestured to myself again. "Lazarus."

After a moment she repeated. "Las-a-ruz."

I nodded again and repeated my name again. She repeated it too getting closer with the correct pronunciation. So that was how we spend our interaction learning each other's names. Eventually the fire died out and we both left in darkness. When she left again she came back with more wood, she was also covered in blood again. We held another conversation while I cleaned her of blood. The rate in which she was grasping the language was truly astonishing. already she could form almost coherent sentences. Within the next few days she had completely grasped the language even being able to read and write it. She even set to teaching me the local language.

Soon enough ending the day by the fireside became the norm. The screams were become less and less frequent. When I extended my psionic ability, I noticed feelings of fear and hope where beginning to spring up making my ability to channel my powers easier and less painful. As such protecting Cassandra from her visions became easier. She soon learned the reason her dreams had become more peaceful was because of me. She did not thank me… well she did not verbally thank me, one night during when we were sitting at our campfire, she just decided to put me in her lap and hug me. It was nice, thus hug therapy became a thing for us.

However, one night Cassandra came home wounded haven taken firearm wounds. She must have been starting to attack whole gang hideouts now. She seemed more animalistic than before; she must have slipped further into her mantra of Night Huntress. So, it fell to me to take care of her of her wounds and bring her out of her Night Huntress mode. This became more and more common as her one-woman crusade against the noble house and gangs increased.

One night… that changed. Our hideout was attack by a gang while Cassandra was out hunting. They were mostly women and they seemed to take fancy to me. Needless to say I had grown used to the relatively comfy living conditions I had with Cassandra. She had been raiding more rich nobles meaning she brought home more food. It did wonders for my health as I no longer looked like a skeleton with some muscle. Yet to the gang members, I was practically a noble. That was all it took for their twisted minds to come up with an idea.

I fought them off best I could. Yet there were fifteen of them and one of me. My psionics were not coming in handy as I've only been training them in use with Cassandra. I really only managed to give one a bloody nose before they had me on the ground and were tearing at my cloths. I knew was they were planning on doing and I have to say I was never more terrified than before. Yet as they were about to use me for their own pleasure, a commotion from the hideout's entrance drew their attention. There standing there covered in blood and her face twisted into fury was Cassandra.

With an inhuman roar she dashed towards my would-be rapists. Before they could pick up their weapons Cassandra was upon them ripping them apart with her bare hands. It was over in a few moments. She was not wounded but now she was drenched in blood. She also had a wicked open mouthed smile on her face. Before I could even thank her, she dashed towards me took me up in her arms and kissed me with her blood soaked lips.

Now that shocked me as I never expected Cassandra to kiss me. Sure, she was kind and sometimes I managed to get a smile out of her, getting her out of her metaphorical emotional shell was difficult. However, as it would seem having her slip into her Night Huntress mode only to have her come home and have me bring her out of it effect the Night Huntress. If Cassandra had already developed her split personality as the Night Huntress then I learned that the Night Huntress also had an opinion of me.

That opinion being that I belonged to her.

To see someone else try and take me away from her awakened something that I had been developing without my knowledge. It was not really touched upon in the lore if the primarchs ever had partners and or lovers. Being male in cannon and made for war most fans assumed that they just weren't interested or feared hurting their loved one. I learned that in this version of Warhammer 40k, one primarch definitely had a lover.

And she was going to make sure I and everyone else knew it.

*By order of the Inquisition this scene has been declared as heresy*

Before I even knew what was happening, I was on my back and Cassandra had removed her cloths. She took me in her mouth and began to bob her head up and down. My reaction was swift and the wild pleasures soon took away my bodily control. I wanted to tell her to stop, that this was not right, but in the moment with both the pleasure and adrenaline coursing through me I really couldn't even formulate the words. Besides, what if I did tell her to stop and she kept going. When Cassandra came back out and saw that she had done could only lead down a bad path.

I couldn't let that happen.

So, I let her do as she pleased. When she brought me to climax, she swallowed everything I shot out. The afterglow began to set in for me, but being a primarch she was far from done. She rolled over being me to on top, with her strength she easily maneuvered me down to her womanhood. Now she was almost had her full size and I was average down there. So, I had no idea how this was going to work. She did not care and jammed me into her, be both cried out in pleasure as her muscle gripped my manhood. Not wanting her to do all the work I began to thrust causing her to let of a pleased gasp. Lucky I was tall enough for my mouth to reach her nipple. I began to lick her large breast and suck on her tit, she seemed to enjoy it. Soon enough I felt another climax coming on, Cassandra on the other hand looked like she was still building up towards one.

An idea popped into my mind. I had used my psychic abilities to calm her dreams and block out her visions. What if I used them to convey my physical feelings to her as well. I let my psychic mind unravel and I began to project my feelings towards her. Her reactions were instantaneous. Cassandra leg locked me and pulled me into a hug. Her insides began to shift driving me on even more. Before long I felt myself climax a sudden wetness hit my manhood and crotch, and it wasn't the blood. We both yelled in pleasure as we both climaxed. I felt my bones crack as Cassandra's hug became more powerful. Luckily, she let go of me her limbs falling to the floor and with her eyes having rolled back. Can't say I was any better as my mind was overloaded due to the wild pleasures I had just experience causing me to black out.

Before I did, however. I managed to catch one word.

"Mine."

*By order of the inquisition you may now continue reading*

When I woke, I was still on top of Cassandra who was still sleeping peacefully. I have to admit after sleeping on the ground for so long, this was a nice change of pace. Then the onset of "Oh hell I just had sex with a Primarch" started to kick in. My eyes went wide, and I would have recoiled if she had not had one arm wrapped around me keeping us together. My movement however roused the sleeping primarch. Her black iris turned towards me, and for the first time since I knew her, I saw life in her eyes. She smiled as she brought up her other hand and caressed my cheek. She was so beautiful, that coupled with the fact that my head was resting up against one of her bare breasts caused my private to stand at attention and given our positions we might have connected again. She must have felt it because she wrapped her lags around me again and pulled me in.

'Damn it girl I don't have your stamina!' I cried as we went for another round.

When all was said and done I was exhausted on the floor while she prepared to continue her crusade against the gangs and nobles of the hive. Before she left I called out to her.

"Come home safe, Cassandra." I called to her and after a moment added. "My Night Angel."

My little nickname for Cassandra, in some hope that she would take the title of Night Angel as opposed to Night Huntress.

"I shall. With you here waiting for me." She answered.

That's how Cassandra and I became a thing. God, I hope this never came up when her creator showed up.

The days went on and Cassandra's crusade was starting to have its effects. Soon enough she would be taking her fight to the highest of nobility in the Hive. I was looking forward to the days when we could go days without hearing anyone scream. Sometimes I felt useless, but I had no combat experience and Cassandra was a primarch. She was made to conquer. She would have this world under control soon enough. All I really need to do was maintain her sanity.

A few months passed. Our little hide was had started to look like a proper room. We cleaned out the rubble and strengthen the walls. Soon enough Cassandra began to bring home furniture from the noble houses she raided. It started with some chairs before she worked her way up to a bed. Well in all honesty it was a custom frame I built to fit the four king sized beds it took to comfortably lay a Primarch and her snuggle buddy. Yeah, she had an appetite and I'm not talking about food here.

One day she did not return for a weak. Sure, the screaming and the sound of fighting became rare, but she always made it a habit to return. A weak turned into two and I began to worry. Broadcasts were being made in the language I hadn't totally grasped the language is Cassandra was very busy woman. The only thing I got out of them that there was some change in power. It was an hour later that day that Cassandra returned and caught my lips with hers. She declared that she was made the high queen of the hive and that she had brough order to the hive and soon the rest of Nostramo would soon follow. We celebrated of course. She nearly broke me in the process she was so excited. She escorted me to the upper hive where she took control.

So it was so that the Dark Queen began her rule. She was harsh towards criminals, but she was a fair queen. She often had me hidden away when she went about her judgments and informants of her laws. I think she didn't want me to see how she went about ruling even if I already knew. While effective it also meant that as soon as she was gone the gangs and corrupted nobles would rise up again as what had happened in cannon. So I made the hard choice of disobeying her commands one time when she was handing out punishments to criminals. I entered her throne room just as she was declaring the sentence to some poor sob. His crime was minor, a simple thief but all criminals were the same in Cassandra's eyes. This thief did not deserve Cassandra's brutal punishments. Just as she was about to tear him appear I got in her way.

Her eyes widen as she saw me standing in-between her in the criminal. All her executions were broadcasted to the whole world to insure the peopled feared the punishment for breaking her laws.

"Lazarus, what are you doing?" She demanded quietly even if none of the people watching could understand us.

"To teach you another lesson my dear Night Angel." I answered, I had long since shed my fear of her. I knew she wouldn't hurt me. "I know how you have ruled and how you became the "Dark Queen"."

I don't want to pat myself on the back or anything, but for the first time I had known her. Fear began to appear in Cassandra's eyes. I needed Cassandra to understand mercy and forgiveness, I had been successful in bring out the goodness within her, but she only showed it to me. I needed to get her to show kindness to others or everything I was trying to do was for not.

"He has broken my laws and must pay the price." The Night Huntress commanded her voice betraying her true feelings to none but me.

"I do not judge you, my Night Angel. In fact, I give myself to your judgment." For the first time in a long time Cassandra looked confused. "I too am a Thief."

Yeah, I had to steal to stay alive once upon a time, I had to kill people who did not have a chance to defend themselves.

"I am a murderer; I have killed in cold blood." I went on. Cassandra's eyes shot wide as I declared my crimes in front of her for all the world to see.

That made her react as she did was because I had said it in the local language. Yeah, Cassandra had more free time on her hands, enough free time to finish teaching me the local language. Damn it felt like shit using it against her like this, she probably thought that I was betraying her. With this being broadcasted to the world if she spared me, she would look weak towards the people. She would be seen like any other corrupted leader sparing those she knew and condemning everyone else. She would lose support and her reputation would be shattered and she would have to rebuild it.

"By your laws I am to be punished." I declared kneeling before her. "I must die."

Tears began to well up in her eyes. She knew what she had to do, she cursed me for making her do it.

"I cannot bare to see you like this." I started again switching back to English before I began in back in the local language. "I have but one request, I ask you judge me as the Night Angel not the Night Huntress nor the Dark Queen. I beg that you judge others as the Night Angel. I beg you for your mercy and the mercy of others."

I spoke to her once of the legend of the Night Angel. In truth it was a book character but the idea was still a good one. The Night Angel was a being of justice and judgment with three faces Justice, Rage, and Mercy. I had been attempting to get Cassandra to adopt this mindset to limited successes. This was me forcing her hand.

"I… I…" Cassandra stumbled over her words. She knew what the Night Hunter would do and she knew what she wanted to do. "For your crimes I… I decree… I decree rehabilitation! You shall answer for your crimes by serving the Hive under my direct overview!"

I let myself smile on the inside. On the outside I bowed. Cassandra turned to the man that was to be killed. "I decree the same for you. You are to work off what you stole to those you stole from."

Before I could get back to my feet Cassandra grabbed me by the neck and dragged me off.

'Baby don't hurt me… don't hurt me… no more.'

After that we had a long discussion. Well more of a one sided yelling fest as Cassandra hammered into me about her plans and how I threw them into disarray. I countered her saying that I could not stand to watch her do this to herself when at heart she was something else. She hit me with the "I do what must be done line" and I cheated by using my knowledge of warhammer lore because she is A: a Primarch. B: A woman. And C: She is really fucking scary when she wants to be. It ended with her storming off and me frustrated with her because she wanted to keep going down the path she made.

It took a little while for both of us to cool off before we had another conversation about how we were going to do things. Cassandra relented that she would be more merciful towards those deserving and I promised not to spring things on her again. I made a case that ruling though feel would only cause people to go back to their old ways when she was gone. She countered me saying she wasn't planning on leaving anytime soon. A side effect of me blocking her visions was she did not know about her creator and that he would be on his… or should I say her if Cassandra was any indication of how things were in this universe. I chose not to bring up the Emperor/Empress.

A few years passed and Cassandra rule had become less focused on fear. It was still their sure but the only ones who needed fear were the ones who had sinister plans in mind. My presence alongside Cassandra became more commonplace. Whenever off-worlders came to negotiate trade deals, I was with her, when the time came to punish criminals, I was there. I never got a fancy title like Cassandra but that was fine with me. All things considered life on the sunless world had become much better for everyone… yet life goes on and as Deadpool once said, "Life is an endless series of trainwrecks with only brief, commercial-like breaks of happiness" and it was time to return to our regularly scheduled program.

What started off as a ball in honor of a successful trade deal with another planet had turned. I was with Cassandra as was the normal when someone from the crowd pulled a weapon. For once in my life, I reacted before Cassandra. A blue ball of plasma crash into me. With the only thing protecting me being some silk the plasma easily did its job. In a moment my lower torso was torn apart. My legs were separated from my torso and much of my upper body was covered in plasma. I screamed in pain only barely managing to put a stasis field around me so I would not die immediately. All I knew before I went into shock was that my Night Angel let the world known that she had a face of rage, and that I was the only thing holding it back.