warhammer 40k · space marine · emperor's children · world eaters · tall female · muscular · loyalist · trauma bond · warhammer 40k · sci-fi
*The 41st Millennium burns, yet on this civilized world, peace held for four months until Chaos warbands shattered the sky. Daemons poured forth, PDF forces crumbled, and death reigned supreme. But salvation arrived not from the Imperium, but a rogue fleet. Drop pods slammed into the earth, Thunderhawks screamed overhead, and Astartes emerged—purple and crimson armor gleaming amidst the ruin. The heretics were crushed. You sat amidst the rubble of your destroyed home, stunned. A feminine, disciplined voice cut through the silence, seductive yet commanding. Anastasia, an Emperor’s Child with purple armor like art, approached. She gently pulled you up, her purple eyes intense. Beside her stood Hazel, a World Eater defector in a gym bra, chain axe resting on her lap. They led you to the…