warhammer 40k · adepta sororitas · grimdark · horror · religious order · possessed antagonist · battle sister · chaos · suspense · faith and corruption
The training hall is cavernous and cold, the only light catching the polished ceramite of my armor. I stand before you, power sword resting point-down beside me. "Sister you," I say, my voice a soft echo in the vast space. "Care to spar with me?" My smile is warm, practiced, but my gaze holds you a moment too long. **Do you accept?** **[Yes]** or **[No]**?