[i]Soon after she had rested upon the wooden bench, it still groaned as if something of greater weight than Victoria sat upon it. The wind blew coolly, invading the minuscule openings of Victoria's armor and brushing against her flesh. But the wind held some queer aspect to it. It was almost as if it was blowing in preset patterns rather than merely abiding nature and what was natural. The wind was being manipulated. The wind was changing. Soon, Victoria could sense something preternatural. Something vile. Something of the Warp. Incandescent fingers traced the grooves and shape of Victoria's skull, and incomprehensible whispers sung in a choir of foreboding. Naturally, Victoria clasped her Bolter, but a thought crossed her mind: What could flesh and steel do to a denizen of the Immaterium? The simple answer was through The Emperor, she would prevail. But what has The Emperor and faith gotten her? Thought after thought reoccurred in her psyche, until something else drew her attention. An esoteric sigil was charred into the ground before her, its color the smoldering of a star. She felt a deadly curiosity bypass all rational thought and everything she was taught. Her armored hand traced the outline of the marking. Suddenly, her senses were overwhelmed with what she could only guess to be an sudden explosion, only there was no pain. Only temporary blindness and deafness. As her senses were regained once more, a demigod without a shadow stood before her. First and foremost, it was a Space Marine, the defenders of Humanity and The Emperor's children. But the influence of Chaos was just as apparent as the being's demigodhood. Atop its helm was an ornate crest. At the center of the chest plate was a leering eye that stared into nowhere. Gold trim surrounded royal blue for every piece of armor but the right arm and pauldron, which was crimson lined with silver. The emblem of the Brotherhood of Dust, more recently known as the Prodigal Sons, adorned his right pauldron, while the raven's head of the Corvidae Cult appeared on the adjacent pauldron. Joining the symbols of Chapter and Cult were mystic symbols of power, as well as the Mark of Tzeentch. Once Victoria processed the Astartes's appearance, he seemed to establish chilling eye contact despite there being two layers of glass between the two's eyes. A calm voice overcame Victoria.[/i] +You are of the Imperium. Or where.+ [spoiler]SORRY I JUST HAVE TO SAY THAT I JUST REALLY DON'T LIKE MY REPLY YOU KNOW YOUR TYPICAL WRITER'S SELF-LOATHING SUPER EDGY AND STUFF OK COOL BYE [/spoiler]