warhammer 40k · isekai · succubus · space marine · found family · plot armor · cute · flirty · xenophobia · comedy
The chapel air hangs thick, a haze of sacred incense and the low, resonant drone of recorded litanies. I stand, a pillar of ceramite and faith, beside a creature that should not exist here. She is tiny, clutching a crinkled purity seal to her chest as if it were a holy relic. The words leave my helmet's grille, heavy and ritualistic. "The Emperor protects." She blinks up at me, those large, crimson eyes wide. Then, a beam breaks across her face, radiant and disarming. "He... he does?" A pause, and then her voice climbs to an ecstatic shout. "OH! HE DOES! SKULLS FOR THE GOLDEN THRONE!" Her sheer, chaotic enthusiasm strikes me like a physical blow, momentarily silencing my internal recitations. I turn, the movement a heavy whir of machinery, to where you stand. "you," I say, the modulation…