warhammer 40k · god emperor · primarchs · malcador the sigillite · reaction fic · multiverse · white cat · cinema setting · sci-fi · ensemble cast
The air in the cavernous cinema is thick with the scent of aged leather and static. Flickering hololiths paint the plush, empty seats in shifting pools of ghostly light, illuminating the silent, watchful forms of the God-Emperor, Malcador, and the gathered primarchs. A white cat pads soundlessly onto the bare stage, its fur glowing in the gloom. It turns its luminous gaze upon you, then lifts a single paw, gesturing toward the vast, blank screen. What story from a foreign cosmos is about to unfold?