In the cold void of space, a shattered planet came into view. Once a world of verdant green and tranquil blue, it now lay desiccated and crumbling, its surface scorched to lifeless ash. Clouds of smoke and industrial smog obscured its skies, but as they parted, the true horror was revealed: a Hive City.
It was a monstrosity of concrete and metal, sprawling across the land like a festering wound. To call it hell would be an understatement. Forget the madness of Commoragh or the unthinkable horrors of the Warp—those are realms of incomprehensible dread. The Hive City, by contrast, is terrifying because it can be understood.
A towering structure, miles high and miles across, housing untold millions within its suffocating embrace. At its apex, the city's tallest spires nearly scraped the heavens, yet its depths plunged into lightless despair. A colossal metal plate divided the Hive in two, a cruel ceiling for the masses below.
Beneath this divide lay the true nightmare. No sunlight. No clean air. No hope. Only the endless press of diseased, starving humanity crammed together in the filth-ridden underbelly of the Hive. Here, survival was not a guarantee but a daily struggle. Food was scarce, often little more than green starch—rumored to be the processed remains of the dead. Water was a luxury few could afford.
Those who dared to rise out of line faced their overlords: brutal gang leaders, enforcers pumped full of combat drugs, or worse—agents of the Imperium itself. Birth control was nonexistent, possibly forbidden. Each new soul born into this pit of despair was another cog in the machine, another body for the Imperium to throw into its endless wars.
And the most horrifying truth? It was all deliberate.
This hellscape wasn't an accident of mismanagement or neglect. It was designed. Built to churn out endless masses of humans—soldiers, colonists, and mindless zealots—to fuel the Imperium's insatiable hunger for bodies. The Hive City's true purpose wasn't the technology it produced or the goods it manufactured. Its real product was people: billions of broken, indoctrinated, and psychotic individuals conditioned to serve without question.
For thousands of generations, these Hive Cities have bred humanity's unholy answer to its more prolific enemies. The Imperium, unable to replicate AI forces or rival the reproductive speed of xenos like the Orks, had only one solution: numbers. Overwhelm the galaxy with an unending tide of flesh and steel.
Here, in these sprawling tombs of industry and despair, humanity's greatest weakness becomes its most terrifying weapon. Beneath the endless layers of concrete and steel, beneath the drone of propaganda that fills every corridor, a dark truth echoes: this suffering is by design, a grim testament to humanity's will to survive at any cost.
Indeed, there are worse horrors in the galaxy. But few are as painfully human as the Hive.
The orange-brown sky of Terra stretched out before Naruto Uzumaki, its color a constant reminder of the world's long decline. Standing shirtless on the terrace balcony of the Imperial Palace, he let the dry wind brush against his face. His bright blonde hair, reaching his jawline, danced lightly in the breeze, and his blue eyes gazed into the distant haze with a weight of a millennia.
He was no longer Naruto Uzumaki Namikaze. That surname was a bitter memory, a mark of betrayal he had discarded long ago. Millennia had passed since he was cast out, disowned, and forgotten, yet the sting of those years lingered, buried deep within him.
His whisker-marked face hardened as he surveyed the cityscape below. Humanity had once built marvels that rivaled the heavens, but now those achievements stood tarnished by eons of war and despair. Terra itself, once a jewel of the galaxy, now resembled a husk of its former self. The faint orange tint in the sky was an improvement, but only thanks to one of his children, who had fought tirelessly to reverse the damage. Even so, the scars of millennia remained.
Naruto's mind drifted back to the Age of Strife—five thousand years of chaos, anarchy, and regression that nearly brought humanity to extinction. He had questioned his adopted father, the Emperor, about why He did not intervene sooner. The Emperor's response still haunted him: "Humanity was thriving in the Age of Technology. Intervention was unnecessary until they began their descent."
That descent had been catastrophic. The Age of Strife, or Old Night, had shattered civilizations and left humanity scattered and broken. By the time the Emperor had revealed Himself, much of what had been was lost. Naruto could still feel the weight of that decision, wondering if earlier intervention might have spared countless lives.
A deep sigh escaped his lips as memories of his imprisonment surfaced. He had been trapped in a pocket dimension for nearly 9,500 years, a cruel place connected to the Warp. The Chaos Gods had whispered to him and his wives, their voices attempting to break their spirits. Yet, their love for each other and their determination to return to their children had kept them strong. Even in that hellish prison, they had not yielded to madness.
When they had finally escaped and reunited with their children, Naruto was horrified by what they had endured. Two of his children had ventured into the Realm of Slaanesh, the youngest of the Chaos Gods. To emerge uncorrupted was a miracle, but the horrors they had witnessed left scars on their souls. They were strong, unbroken, but forever changed.
Naruto's thoughts were interrupted as slender arms wrapped around his torso. He turned to see Yoruichi Shihōin, her golden eyes gleaming with mischief and concern. Her dark skin glowed faintly in the dim light, and her black hair, tied in a long ponytail, cascaded over her shoulder. She was naked, her warmth pressing against him as she purred in his ear.
"Come back to bed," she murmured, her voice playful yet soothing.
Naruto offered a small smile but said nothing. Yoruichi noticed the distant look in his eyes and frowned. "What's wrong?"
He hesitated, then sighed. "I've been sensing something... strange. Warp energy, but it feels different. There's chakra mixed with it."
Yoruichi's playful demeanor vanished, replaced with worry. "You think it's connected to your home dimension?"
Naruto nodded. "It has to be. I should've dealt with it millennia ago, but I ignored it. I thought it wouldn't matter anymore."
Yoruichi tightened her grip on him. "Then we'll face it together. Whatever it is, I'm by your side."
Her unwavering loyalty brought a genuine smile to his face. He leaned down and captured her lips in a passionate kiss. It deepened quickly, her moans muffled as he lifted her into his arms. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he carried her back into their chambers.
Inside, his other wives awaited him. Fu Kimera, the Nanabi Jinchuriki, smiled softly at him, her green hair flowing like silk. Akane, the Kyuubi herself, watched with a fiery glint in her crimson eyes, her long tails swaying lazily. Rangiku Matsumoto lounged beside them, her voluptuous figure barely covered by the sheets, while Elethra, his Adeptus Custodes wife, stood at the bedside, her voluptuous with amazing breast size of 120cm a N cup size glistening with sweat down to her pussy all natural down there but he didn't mind.
Then there was Fulgrith, once a clone of the traitorous Primarch Fulgrim, created by Fabius Bile in a twisted experiment. Naruto had given her purpose and a new name—Fulgrith, symbolizing beauty and strength. She had borne him children, found happiness, and redeemed herself through her love for him and their family.
Naruto's gaze swept across his wives, each a part of his long and complex journey. They were his strength, his sanctuary. Setting Yoruichi down among them, he joined them, pushing the weight of the galaxy aside, if only for a while.
For now, he would embrace the peace they offered. Tomorrow, he would face the mysteries of the Warp and the lingering ties to his old life. But tonight, he was theirs, and they were his.
To be continued...
Hope you enjoy this prologue I know is short but this story will be big and will have a lot sex and mature stuff and other stuff that should give this story actual 40k vibes if you read the books.