New omake, unrelated to the previous ones. Made me realize just how little I know about 40k if I don't know where this should even take place.
In the beginning, there was nothing. No emotion, no awareness, only oblivion. Without a concept of time, it made no difference whether it was brief or it lasted forever. There was only nothing.
It did not matter how long it lasted. There was no lost time to acknowledge once awareness returned. It did not matter to him in the end. All that mattered was where he was now. And the moment he knew, he felt only disgust.
"How bitter, but not without its sweetness." He mused to himself while casually erasing the incorporeal entity he had learned from. There was no need, but it brought him satisfaction.
The "Daemon" told him more than enough. Much of it had been the secrets to "power", but he had learned from useful information. He knew where he was, he knew the overall state of this Galaxy, as well as its connection to the realm known by many names. Names such as the Immaterium or the Sea of Souls.
As for why he was here? That was simply due to chance. Following the destruction of his physical form by Halo, the Primordial's mind had wandered aimlessly beyond the universe into another. One that wasn't...ideal.
At first, he believed that he had awoken on a planet whose population was suffering from mass psychosis. The only part that the Primordial had gotten wrong was the scale. From what he could tell, the majority of this Galaxy had deluded itself into embracing superstition and weakness. This Imperium of Man, easily the most incompetent and pathetic iteration of humans, was losing a war against figments of their imagination.
It left a bitter taste in his mouth, worse than the failings of the Archeohomina. He had high hopes for that iteration of Humanity and had even considered sparing them of the Flood before they had proven foolish enough to start the outbreak before the Primordial even had the chance. It didn't help that they were just as arrogant, if not more so, than their Forerunner brethren.
These humans? They managed to not only be more arrogant, but much of their problems were caused by self-sabotage. He knew that he didn't have all the details, but that didn't excuse the Imperium. The sheer hate he felt... It wouldn't be enough to simply consume the humans making up the Imperium of Man. He wanted to erase them and leave no trace of them ever existing.
To his surprise, there were exceptions. Not all humans in this Galaxy seemed to be beyond redemption. Looking upon these feeble men and women he could almost feel a sense of pride. Almost. While he did not acknowledge "Chaos", he knew that these humans had fought and still fought against enemies much more powerful and numerous than them. They had that much going for them. Only time would tell if that would be enough to satisfy him.
"You have accepted my proposal. I can sense your doubts. Do not fret. The Imperium may die, but Humanity will be restored."
So the Primordial is now gonna do something similar to Tide, just more direct, forceful, and bloodthirsty. I'd like to make more omakes continuing this, but probably as summaries with actual stories here and there. I just have to learn a lot more about 40k.