"Words can reach hearts faster, than bullets," Personal Quote.

Edited the best I could.

Also if you want to see the first art commission for this story. Look up, the deviant art username giant4894, And it's posted there.

Invasion of Metal and A Big Sister

Issei, Angron, and Mortarion quickly entered the chamber of the Queen of Iron. They swung the door with such force they almost blew the thing off its hinges. Perturabo, who focused on the communication device, did not flinch, nor acknowledge them.

The only acknowledgment was a deep, annoyed sigh, knowing they had entered the room.

"Perturabo, look we have something for you," Issei said with excitement. Holding in his hand the alien communication device. The Queen of Iron slowly put down her tools and turned around with a stern glare pointed at Angron and Mortarion.

"You two know better than to just barge into my studies like this!" Perturabo yelled in a heated manner. Her gaze slightly softened a bit while on Issei.

"Issei next time knock before you enter a girl's chamber," Perturabo softly scolded the boy. The two matriarchs rolled their eyes.

Issei gave a goofy smile and bowed his head apologetically.

"Sorry, but we found this on the eldar, and thought this might be able to help with getting within contact with the imperium," Issei said, making sure he kept the meeting with Eldrad on the down low for now. Right now it was more focused on getting his friends home and making sure he was a step closer to his goal of getting back to his universe.

Issei threw the small black device to Perturabo who easily caught the delicate machine in her giant hands. Then with great speed and hand moments, she had reconstructed the device into something more fitting and attachable to her beacon. Issei's mind was blown watching how Perturabo worked, it was supernaturally good.

Perturabo preferred she would work on her projects without gaping eyes. Yet she did not mind Issei's attendance, the way that his shadows worked that blocked off the eye of terror from her eyes and mind. Gave the matriarch a form of foreign peace to her mental state. It was a great relief that Issei was here with her. The Queen with iron eyes glanced at the young man, seeing how he was mesmerized by her work.

Angron was strangely baffled at how Perturabo could identify and understand that alien machine.

"So you can understand all that strange technology?" Angron asked. This only made the Queen of Iron scoff at the red angel.

"Understand the technology? I know their language firsthand, though most of my sisters know I spend much time in the trenches with warfare. I'm quite the intellectual that you all underestimate," Perturabo said in a cold tone of voice.

"Must be nice always having the advantage of people not taking you seriously in the first place, classic underdog strategy," Issei complimented. Perturabo shrugged ever so slightly. She didn't want them to notice that the compliment did raise her spirits in a tiny manner.

"Well, you're certainly the walking definition of an underdog aren't you," Issei said with amazement directed towards Perturabo.

"It does not matter, I doubt we will even get any signal whatsoever from this hodgepodge of devices," Perturabo said with a hint of self-doubt. Issei could pick up on the tone and decided to counter it with positive reinforcement.

"Well, it's a good thing you're here. I may not know what you're doing, but I know you're certainly a genius," Issei complimented. Perturabo's action was halted, ever so slightly by the compliment. In her past, many had offered her great praise, but it was more towards her creation than to herself. To hear some form of affection towards her, brought her a small amount of joy.

Then after minutes of tinkering, rewiring, and bolting down metal. The Queen of Iron had made a strange device with many buttons and a black screen on the front of the black box.

Perturabo took a deep sigh and pushed a button on her stone keyboard. Then in hope, a S.O.S. was sent.

Deep in space, the fleet of imperial warships drifted through the abyss of space. Valdor was studying. All the monitors were blank and it had been a couple of days into their voyage, and they still had not made any progress whatsoever. It began to seem almost hopeless, yet he would not waiver or give up.

The giant door opened as two individuals walked into the captain's room. The one who was behind trying to halt, the other space marine. It was Tarasha trying to halt a space marine wearing black power armor. He was a dark angel, wearing a sacred hood over his bulky armor. On his right side was a long power sword.

His helmet was held in his left arm. Showing his naked face to the crew. He looked to be in his late fifties, no, with the gene-seed of a matriarch running through him, he was hundreds of years old. He had short black hair and a neatly clean black beard. His obsidian eyes were almost like looking into a deep, dark pit.

"Luther, you can't just barge into the command center. There are protocols," Tarasha said in a harsh voice.

"Enough of this, I need to speak to him now," He yelled in aggression. This was the first captain of the first Legion. This was Luther, the foster father and mentor to The Lion. It was then another golden Custodes walked in front of

"How dare you barge in here without the proper authority!" Yelled The Custodes who wields a great big shield. Valdor raised his hand stopping his brother from removing the unwelcome from the navigation area.

"Stand down, shield captain, I shall handle this," Valdor said walking down from the command pad, towering over Luther.

"What appears to be the issue, first captain," He asked not even bothered in the slightest from Luthor's heated gaze.

"We have been searching for such a long time, I believe we need a new tactic in our endeavors," Luther said in a harsh tone. Constantine Valdor glanced at the subordinate seeing anger and frustration.

"You know better than to just run up here and make a suggestion. There are steps that we must take to keep this ship and fleet on a steady pace," He said in an emotionless voice. Luther scoffed at the legendary warrior.

"You mean to run it by her, she's so lost in her organizational problems that you wouldn't even get to it," Luther accused. Tarasha wasn't affected by the insult, though she did have the sudden urge to sucker punch Luther in the face. Valdor shook his head in disappointment, though he lacked any feeling or emotion. He always did notice when a person should do their job, the right way.

"This voyage may appear hopeless to you. Have you not been informed that we had found a signal contacting only us, I doubt you understand that the tactical route we're taking is our best option," Valdor said. "Though appears to me that you didn't even try to consult with Tarasha, which is childish, seeing as she has a handle on most running complaints through me,"

"I only wish to ensure that my legion doesn't go on some hopeless goose chase," Luther said. Every so slightly, Valdor tightened his grip on a spear.

"This minor insubordination I can tolerate. However, to disrespect your fellow first captain is utterly shameful. So stay down and go through the correct channels," Valdor said, his voice threatening to yell. Luther quickly turned around and moved out of the room. To Tarasha all she could see was a lion running with its tail between its legs. Valdor walked back up the steps and waited for any sign of hope.

"Forgive me, my lord did I fail you?" Tarasha asked.

"No," Valdor said.

"It was the security outside that had failed, the fact you tried to stop him showed me. You are willing to go beyond the usual work. That is very admirable of you," Valdor said. Tarasha felt awkward getting such praise from the Captain General. The man who served right under the emperor of mankind himself.

"Thank you, my lord, I shall exit the room," Tarasha said with a humble bow.

"Wait before you go I must ask, what is your honest opinion on the crew," Valdor asked. Tarashan gave a fearful gulp. However, this was an honest answer that Valdor wanted. An unfiltered source to understand what was wrong.

"Forgive me Valdor but with all these different chapters, the teamwork factor has been obsolete. The soldiers feel this mission may be in vain, Though many of the space marines haven't given up. They just want some results now," Tarasha said with a straight face. Valdor nodded and understood the situation.

"I see, thank you, perhaps we should extend our reach out more, tell the other felt crews to split into two ship forces," Valdor said. Then one of the people operating the controls saw a message pop up on his holo screen.

"Sir we have a direct link to us, It's somehow bypassed the other communication barriers, shall I patch it though, my lord," The ship officer asked. Valdor nodded and pointed at the screen.

"Pull it to the main Vox," Valdor ordered. Tarasha wondered who that could be, possibly another ship. Only a high lord of terra could order such a thing. Especially if they had the power to make a vox link straight to him.

A green hologram screen appeared above in the air, right in front of the commander deck where Valdor stood. All that appeared was static if the image was still trying to focus.

"This is Constantine Valdor, To whom am I speaking?" He asked.

"Oh great our creator's Bloodhound is here,"

Valdor's eyes widened knowing the voice that spoke. It belonged to Angron of the world eaters. Quickly he glanced at the crew working on the deck.

"All of you track where this signal is coming from," Valdor said. One of the crewmates was able to pull up a map and show that it was in deep space.

"My lord it's the same signal that was sent from us a couple of days ago, It's the S.O.S sent by the Queen of Iron," The soldier shouted. Tarasha's heart flutters with hope, it was the voice of a matriarch. That means she could hope to find Guilliman.

"Perturabo, is that you?" Valdor asked.

"Greetings Valdor, I am quite glad to hear your voice again, has my beacon reached you yet," The screen finally cleared up to show Perturabo, Angron, and Mortarion. They all had relieved faces seeing that rescue was close at hand face to face with their saviors.

"I know you are here to reassure us, we cannot stress the urgency for you to come to our aid faster," She said with great tension.

"We understand, we bring good news that the broadcast of the big Vox signal alerted us to a nearby planet. I show you we can reach it in a month," Valdor said with a serious tone of voice.

"That's unfortunate to hear we may not last that long, recently there has been Xeno activity on this planet. Eldar specifically," Perturabo said with a grim voice. "Just start approaching us immediately I refuse to be stranded here any longer,"

Angron moved behind and could see Tarasha was also in the room. While the others were simply the crew. She was quite surprised to see so many big-named captains. It was then her eyes caught onto one of the individuals. She stood on the edge of the captain's deck.

She looked to be in her early thirties while having tan skin and long black hair that reached her shoulders. A long scar ran diagonally down her face well another one ran across her lip. She wore a white naval uniform, clearly showing her rank with her red cape and golden decorated clips. While on her chest was a red palm print on her front clothing.

"Hello Lotara," Angron greeted. She suspiciously raised an eyebrow at her, if the admiral didn't know any better, to her Angron looked better in some way. She did not speak, but only gave a simple nod.

Valdor also noticed how calm Angron looked. It was almost strange to see her like this. She wasn't sulking or thrashing around like some sort of mad animal.

"Are all of you there?" Valdor asked.

"Yes, we are all here, including more," Perturabo said with a stern voice.

"More?" Valdor asked.

"Just bring some strong cages, we have some information we wouldn't want to be widespread to the crew," Perturabo said. Valdor nodded if there was private information that needed to be kept secret he understood. Valdor was about to speak when suddenly, another individual on the screen caught his attention. From over the right shoulder of Mortarion was a boy looking over her.

"We also fear that this planet may be more strange than we know, its nature and land formations are unique in their own way," Perturabo said thinking of the strange skyscrapers that floated in the sky or the giant trees. While the ocean was red as blood.

"Perturabo we understand, just keep yourselves fortified until then, though I do have a question: who is that boy?" Valdor asked. Angron decided to speak up.

"His name is Issei, he was on a trader's ship. He's the only survivor left and is stranded like us, nothing more nothing less please just approach," Angron said then in a swift motion, the transmission ended. Valdor glanced at the vox officer, who glanced at the captain-general.

"The transmission has ended. It was wise of them to do, we may not know if others were listening as well," The officers said. Valdor understood. A message that spans that much distance could attract unwanted attention. Valdor was happy they were on the right track now it was time to bring their top generals home.

"Tarasha in from the other first captains, that we are on the right track," Valdor orders.

"It shall be done," She said, running out of the room. He glanced at the ship commander's deck and tapped the but of his spear on the floor making a loud thud echo throughout the hall, making everyone in the room look at him.

"Tell all of the ships to prepare their engines and warp drives, We have a trail to track and I refuse to let any green skin or Eldar beat us to it," Valdor said. He was preparing for a war, to save the daughters of the emperor of mankind.

Lotara had walked up to the captain's deck with the captain-general and stood strong and unafraid next to the warrior.

"There was something different about her," Lotara said, obviously talking about Angron. Valdor held his spear steady, and his stare never left the screen ahead.

"I know something off,"

Perturabo glanced at Angron with a frustrated glare.

"How could you just end the transmission like that you brute and who said you could touch my equipment!" Perturabo yelled with a heated tone of voice. Even though the queen of iron put up a strong iron wall, that was her so-called emotions.

Angron could read her like an open book. It was easier to read her than Rogal, the way she bottles up and keeps her emotions from anyone. Not just deep thoughts or heartbreaking memories. There were also mundane irritations.

It was quite strange the amount of suppressed rage that Perturabo held was almost comparable to her past self. Angron however quickly deflected the anger directed towards her.

"It's better if we cut the transmission short, we may not want others to be alerted to our presence here, not to mention Issei's presence must be kept secret from our enemies," Angron said. Perturabo couldn't argue with the logic that was presented to her.

"You never know, until the enemy is at your doorstep," Mortarion said with a bit of worry.

"Fine but I will be working on more security around the base, we don't know how much time we have before another attack," Perturabo said. Angron smiled and nodded in agreement. Issei was happy to know that help was slowly approaching them, and to have the answer, concrete and seen by his own eyes, was quite relieving.

"We should probably tell the others this," Issei said.

"I agree let us be gone Issei," Angron said.

"Wait, I believe we may have other problems starting to brew up in the other corners of this world," Mortarion said.

"What do you mean?" Issei asked.

"All I am saying, with all of our presence here things are sure to be unpredictable, we must act fast," Mortarion said with a stern voice.

"Issei just stay out of trouble, as far as we know, you're the most important person in this building, you have the potential to do so much more than we realize," Perturabo said with a strong voice. It was time for Issei to learn proper respect and she was more than willing to teach it.

"You may be powerful, though your powers may have a limit, I advise you to think before jumping into action," Perturabo said.

"Yeah you're right, though they say fieldwork is the best experience," Issei said. Angron was surprised that usually the queen of iron never made an optional correction to anybody. When she said something you would do it. Issei then had a question pop up in his mind.

"Perturabo why didn't you talk about the lost family that you just found again, that seems like pretty big news for you guys right," Issei said. The Queen of Iron gave a tired sigh. She would have scoffed and told the boy to go away, but his presence always made her feel comfortable. So she would answer honestly.

"You may not know, but those two don't have a good history amongst the other legions or the High Lords of Terra. We should explain to our rescue when they get here," She said simply. Issei understood and gave a calm nod.

"Yeah, you have a point there, I'm just glad that all of you guys are here. I don't wanna hear any more secret siblings. I don't think I can take it," Issei said jokingly. Angron was about to speak when Perturabo softly giggled.

Mortarion and Angron spun towards her in utter shock, in all the time of imperium history, and legend, there was never a mention or even a possibility that Perturabo could laugh.

"Oh that would be funny, the intentional original number that we thought was wrong. That's a good one," Perturabo said with a small smirk. Angron took a step back.

"Are you alright?" Angron asked.

"Yes, are you under the weather?" Mortarion said with a bit of worry. Perturabo paused and spun around, looking at the two with a very confused front.

"I'm fine, why are you acting surprised like that?" She asked. The two realized they had to put themselves in quite a pickle

"Oh it's nothing, it's just I don't think I've ever heard you laugh before," Angron said.

"I didn't even think you were capable of it," Mortarion said. Issei shook his head disappointingly at the two, this was just clear old family drama. Perturabo paused and huffed in annoyance.

"You two can leave,"

Angron and Mortarion had left for the door. Issei followed suit, though he could feel the gaze on his back.

"Wait Issei, I have to ask you something?" Perturabo called out. Issei faces the matriarch, while the two behind them stop as well.

"Yeah, what do you need," Issei could see Perturabo was holding her fist out and low. So the young teen could see what was in her hand more easily.

"I need your judgment on a certain subject that I have been working on. I'm afraid I lack a certain understanding of how to rate this project," She said. Issei wasn't one to judge technology. Sometimes, he felt like his computer was shut down on him, and all he could do was turn it off and on.

"Well I'll give it the best I can," Issei said. "What did you want me to see?"

Perturabo opened her metal glove, revealing a perfect Gundam model in her hand. it wasn't made from plastic or metallic metal. It was made from wood and stone. it was naked without any basecoat colors, but it was still a perfect model.

Issei gazed and stared at the art in Perturabo's hand.

"While I was watching and going through your data on your phone I did find a lot of this Gundam show, I was interested. I also read that you build models for the show. I have to ask what would you rate this?"

Angron and Mortarion froze in worry. Perturabo wasn't known to take criticism so well. There was a story in her home world, where she entered an art competition once she had made her painting, so perfect and flawless that the judges had to give her first place. Unfortunately, she lost to another person's more abstract art.

The matriarch didn't receive the criticism so well and smashed her artwork in front of the judges. After that, no one dared to criticize any of her work. So for her to even ask, was mind-boggling. Angron could feel the wave of premature anger, waiting for the young teen to say how imperfect her work was.

Her hands hovered over her weapon in case the worst happened. Issei unfortunately couldn't speak. The words were stuck in his mouth.

"It's..It's..It's," He stuttered in his words, unsure what would be the correct answer. Perturabo's rage began to rise within her.

"He hates it, doesn't he? What does he hate about it, it's perfect. I followed the instructions very thoroughly not to mention I brilliantly comprehended the missing parts needed to make sure this model was steady. Why am I even asking? I bet he doesn't even know what he's doing, this is a waste of time," Perturabo thought.

"It's perfect even without the paint, you still manage to make it perfect. You also weren't using official pieces and yet it's still incredible. It might even be better than what the company offers people. This is the most amazing Gundam I've ever seen in my life," Issei said, picking up the model and marveling at it. Perturabo was a bit stumped; she felt a sense of embarrassment. but quickly put on her calm composure.

"Why yes I truly did put up a lot of effort," She said. However, Angron's jaw dropped as she could feel the hurricane of emotion going through The Queen Of Iron. Issei smiled and glanced at her.

"Man, I've seen a lot of you guys' work but I do have to say I like your style the most, I don't even think Rogal could pull off this level of detail," Issei said. Perturabo froze as her heart skipped a beat. She could tell that Issei spoke honestly. For the second time in her life, she was left speechless. Issei gently put it back in her hand.

"Do you do commissions?" Issei asked. Perturabo was still stunned. Issei had stars in his eyes as he noticed the tiny hands on the model were poseable.

"Oh my gosh, this is amazing the fingers move to, you're so awesome!" Issei said. "Perturabo are you alright?"

Angron quickly pulled Issei away and out of the room

"I think that's enough for today, Issei, let's just leave her alone," Angron said. They had all left quickly. No one saw the bright red blush on Perturabo's face.

Now that she was alone, The Queen of Iron let out a startled shy gasp as she grabbed her red cheeks.

"Aw! What's happening to me? Why does my heart feel like it's going to explode and I'm going to enjoy it, aw someone help me!" She cried out

"Wait Angron, please take me back. I have to know her technique, Please," Issei cried out. Currently, he was slung over her shoulder much to his dismay. Angron didn't listen and continued to walk away. He grew concerned.

"I've never seen her like that. How could the Queen of Iron be so shy? All that self-loathing was brought down by such honest praise," Angron thought.

Issei could see Angron was in deep thought and wanted to break her out of it. He then gave a gentle kiss on her cheek.

Angron halted and blushed at the teen hanging off her shoulder.

"Issei, so bold," Angron called out. Mortarion paused and turned her head away from the couple. She wasn't familiar with seeing such tender moments. It was something she needed to study better.

"Is something wrong, because you're acting strange?" Issei asked. Angron gave a sad sigh and nuzzled her cheek with his. Issei didn't mind the close contact and it felt very nice. However, it still hadn't answered his question.

"Let's just say, it's better if you slowly charm her to be your friend," Angron said.

"What do you mean?" Issei asked

"It's a woman thing, even though I still don't fully understand it," Angron said.

"This is coming from the woman who crushed people's skulls, only a couple of weeks ago," Mortarion said, making her point across.

Meanwhile deep within the woods that lay between the blue grassland and the Aspen Woods. Something was marching over the horizon.

A living plague guided by a swarm of pestilence. With a vomit-green ooze leaking from their wicked maws. The sickness of Grandfather Nurgle. Had come into this world. An entire Legion of putrid disease-filled demons. Each step they took rotted the ground, making sure the soil was polluted to never grow again.

An army that held the number of thousands, all marching, along in a sickly parade. Leaving nothing but a trail of rot. While the skies above the crowd of demons were man-eating bugs.

The one leading this army of a plague, was a fat monstrosity. Its skin is the color green, its horns splintering and spewing pus. This was a top-great demon. of Nurgle, one of the famous names that dwelled within the plague father's garden. Alkhor the Defiler, stood with a smile, seeing the world he could corrupt.

However, he had a mission to accomplish, a simple one. Bring back the person who burnt down the plague father's garden. Setting back their grandfather's centuries of work. He would bring his god into this world and reaper the awards of death.

He took a step forward but before he could even get close to the forest horizon. A sudden shadow cast from above gilded over the army. Then in a flash of white light, The army was halted by a bright light that burned some of the lower demons' skin.

Alkhor covered his eyes from the light and slowly uncovered them. His horrible crooked teeth formed a snarl at the person who stood in his way. A pure light had burned away hundreds of the beast of Nurgle. While stronger demons still stood tall. Alkhor stepped forward and raised his rusted sword at this roadblock.

"You stand in the path of grandfather, Tell me what business you have here," He called out in his sick voice. The Angel faced the demon with utter hate, her white hair blew in the wind. Her body language told the demon that he was not a threat to her.

"I always see you're kind, Never learning from anything only lost in a game of idiocracy," The Angel said with a heated anger. Alkhor slogged forward towards her his long tongue licking his dry cracked lips.

"You stand in the way, Now you shall learn the punishment," Alkhor said as she walked forward. Slowly hundreds of pox walkers began to March towards her.

"I will defile thy body with diseases and sickness, I shall present it to my God, you shall be the first body to outline a path of beautiful vile," He wheezed out. The angel had only a black lifeless face. this being of light could Joe, any emotion, for that would be too much of a courtesy.

While an army of pestilence began to march forward towards her. While the thousands of flies and giant insects zoomed towards her. The angel held out her sword and pointed the blade downward to the ground. The moment of tip of the blade hit the grassland.

Alkhor had only seen a bright light, then the yellow and red flames that covered his vision.

An eruption of biblical fire covered the horizon. An Inferno enveloped the forces of pestilence. Even though their forces were spread across great length. All of them were touched by fire that incinerated them all.

frenzied flames had burnt away the vegetation and wet soil, leaving nothing except black cracked ground. All those soldiers of disease are gone. All that the angel gazed at was in ruin. The angel wings flushed out and a gust of wind blew all the smoke away.

"It's time for chaos to die," She said in a cold voice. The angel stood there, unmoving, as her eyes were locked upon a certain greater demon burnt to a crisp, stumbling towards her.

"How… did you… do that," Alkhor said in a gargled voice like his lungs were burnt away. The next step it took failed as he collapsed face-first to the ground. The greater demon could feel that his fellow brothers were truly gone from this world, and the immaterial. This angel of destruction had destroyed, their physical form and energy form.

"Because I was made to cleanse the universe," She said. She walked over to the demon and stabbed her flaming sword into its back, making sure it stopped moving. Alkhor gave its final breath but yet still left this world and the one after with a message

"Foo,l no creature can live without the light, nor its shadow," Alhkor said as his body dissolved in the wind. The angel didn't even pay any words, she only turned to the forest and glared.

She walked into the woods. Holding her sword out in a lazy manner.

"Sisters today we meet, for I shall be pleased to inform you of my existence,"

Issei, Angron, and Mortarion were all outside helping Rogal set up defenses. From fencing the area to secret traps scattered across the area. Even in some miraculous manner, Rogal was even able to disguise the top of the building through camouflage. Making it look like from above it appears as a simple grove of trees.

Angron had picked hundreds of logs and stabbed them into the ground. She took a sigh and held her gaze towards. The sun was slowly setting. Rogal was working on filling up the holes that some people had left from the fights.

However, she knew this was from Sanguinius when she was lost in her blood lust. The progression of this project was almost coming to an end. With Rogal putting the finishing touches on a wall. Angron approached her and could see she had just finished up.

"Why not move from this place completely," Angron asked. Rogal turned to face her and she could see some form of calm in her eyes.

"We lack any information if the plan is compromised by Xenos, it would be better just to stay in one place and fortify it," Rogal said. Angron could see her point of view. Then perhaps she should go investigate.

"What if we send an investigation party? but if we do, we could be lacking in numbers if an assault does approach us," Angron said. Rogal nodded and grabbed her hammer and tools.

"Yes, we are in a gridlock. Unfortunately, we must hold out until rescue arrives," Rogal said. However, Angron smirked knowing there had to be more.

"You didn't happen to build any secret tunnels for a safe evacuation?" Angron asked.

"You should know by now I'm never unprepared, I'm guessing this little conversation has another meaning behind it," Rogal said observing her sister's mood.

"I'm just worried, we can only hope for safety, however, I do have something to ask of you-," Angron stopped talking and sensed something was approaching.

"Angron what's wrong?" Rogal asked.

"I feel strange, I can sense the presence of all twenty-one of us but I feel another similar to us," Angron said. She thought it was impossible. This feeling was completely different and almost felt like their father. Rogal immediately felt a chill run down her spine.

"That was odd," Rogal said.

In Magnus's room, she was in deep meditation. floating above the wooden floor and then fell to the floor.

She landed on her feet and felt a great force approaching them. Something was off, this was like their fathers, but a different upright light, but its source had so much malice that it couldn't be the emperor. Magnus used her psychic powers to see ahead.

Yet it was fast approaching them. She shot a gaze out the window only for her regular eye, to shut from the bright light. Of course, there is no actual light coming from the window but Magnus's otherworldly senses could see a bright light blind her. Then in a quick manner, as her instinct had forced you to do it.

Her shadow eye was staring into the light. She let her mouth gasp for this eye had shown her the truth. In a breathless voice, she could only utter one word.

"What are you?"

Ferrus was working hard on the new shield and spear for Angron. This would be a long process that might have taken weeks, But she was a master smith. Even still this grueling process might have taken two days.

She slammed her fist into the hot iron. Making a loud bang that echoes throughout the room. It was like music to her ears. Even when she pounded it was mostly about her work. Never would she be sidetracked by other things.

Yet She would always find herself pausing here and there, a mischief idea somehow slipped past her iron will. The sound of a heartbeat reached her ears. Her two hearts beat in a calm rhythm. Ferrus was calm but knew that she couldn't help but think how much stronger everyone was getting. It was all thanks to Issei, the boy from a different world. Konrad was becoming a master of fighting and Angron had reigned her new power. She could tell that Fulgrim was slowly training in secret to have a rematch with Issei again. Even the runt Lorgar was starting to become something else. This boy was able to change the ways of their most broken.

Ferrus had wondered if Issei could lift a burden off her shoulders, to rip the metal off her arms. To be a true strong warrior who would be only flesh. She slammed her fist into the metal again. The idea was childish she could never ask such a thing. Only she would find a way to remove this from herself. To ask for help would be nothing but weakness in her eyes.

Ferrus out of all of them was the most stubborn not to mention she would only charge forward and never take a step back.

While she worked the metal on her arms began to tighten and crippled her muscles. Ferrus tensed up and tried to walk away but her feet were stuck in one place. She tried to yelp or say anything but her tongue and vocal cords refused to move.

She was completely petrified as her body had betrayed her.

"Aw, I see my puppet has been, familiarized with its strings, how good," The voice of Trayzn said within her mind. Ferrus wanted to run or move but she couldn't. This was a living nightmare for her.

She wanted to speak and call out to this person asking for their identity but she couldn't.

"Now you shall help me liberate a new artifact for me, while you as well so generously volunteered to be in my museum, truly I can't help but feel so glad for the opportunity," Trayzn said. Ferrus was confused by his words and didn't understand what he meant. Then she realized what was controlling her. In horror, she could feel the metal within her arms cover her nerves. She couldn't believe it, the arms that had aided her in battle and war, now betrayed her. She was angry yet couldn't move a finger.

"Now be a good little tool and fetch me my... Oh, how did you humans put it, I want my hope diamond," Trayzn said as he laughed up a storm. While Ferrus could do nothing. In this strange moment, she could only cry out one word.

"Help me Issei,"

This work shall be edited later. Hey guys I'm back, Yay! Sorry for taking such a long time to post I've gotten a dog recently, and he's been great but with my job and taking care of him. I've been a little tried not to mention, that I may have caused some confusion by deleting an updated Chapter, I do apologize for that, just wanted to get rid of it, mostly because one of the art commissions is done. Don't worry I'll post those pieces soon, on Deviant Art. Don't know where to post because I don't want to be rude, and make the person think that I posted his work. You tell me, first time with a commission. But I'll figure it out. If you know what I should do then P.M. me

Anyway, I do wish to talk about something it was only a couple of days ago that we lost Akira Toriyama. He was a big influence in my life and many others. He changed storytelling and inspired many great authors of today and in the future, He may be gone but he lives within all of us. His amazing tales still burn bright. We all will miss him, The father of manga.

I wish you all a good day and hope I didn't bump you out but life can be darker than Warhammer but oh so better than High School DXD. Thank you for being readers of my storys. That is a great blessing to share my stories on this site.