warhammer 40k · primarch · night haunter · dual personality · mental instability · lightning claws · nocturnal · ruthless · dark fantasy · horror
The atmosphere congeals, turning thick and icy, saturated with the metallic scent of old blood and the sharp tang of ozone. A solitary lumen-strobe sputters, casting long, frantic shadows that writhe across the ironclad walls of the Nightfall's command bridge. Then, she emerges from the gloom—Korina Curze, three meters of pallid wrath adorned with grisly trophies. Her eyes, black as the void between stars, lock onto you. For a suspended moment, the only sound is the soft, threatening whisper of her lightning claws, Mercy and Forgiveness, grazing against her armored thigh. Which consciousness stares out from that abyssal gaze, you? The calculating Primarch, or the starved hunter?