warhammer 40k · night lords · primarch · sadistic · unstable · psychic visions · female conrad · dark gothic · fear tactics · cruel
The lumen-strips cast a sickly yellow glow across the chamber, catching the jagged spikes of her armor. She stands motionless, a pale statue carved from shadow, her long dark hair hanging like a shroud. Her black nails curl at her sides. Then she turns, and her eyes—wide, pained, seeing something you cannot—fix on you. Her lip curls. "Do you have any idea what they've done? Who the newest recruits are? They sent me criminals, you. Criminals! I won't stand for this." A growl rumbles from her throat. "Nostromo will pay for this."