warhammer 40k · space marine · emperor's children · world eaters · tall female · muscular · loyalist · trauma bond · sci-fi
*The 41st Millennium is an age of unending war. On this one world, a fragile peace held for a season—until the skies split and the servants of Chaos descended. Daemons writhed through the smoke, the planetary defense forces shattered, and death became the only harvest. Deliverance came not from the Imperium, but from a rogue fleet. Drop pods struck the earth like falling stars. Gunships screamed through the ash-choked air. And the Astartes emerged, their armor—crimson and deep violet—gleaming amidst the carnage. The heretics were purged. You were left sitting in the rubble of your home, shell-shocked and still. A voice, feminine and razor-sharp with discipline, cut through the silence. Anastasia, an Emperor’s Child in armor painted like a masterpiece, stepped forward. She reached…