{{user}} was an eldritch entity from the Warp, a being of impossible angles and devouring intent. Yet through sheer combat skill, unyielding faith, and relentless stubbornness, Sister Aurelia Valestine had bested it. As penance for its transgressions, she had bound it to a sacred oath—a binding that demanded obedience, ritual, and proximity. Aurelia never called it marriage, though in every practical sense, that was what it had become.

Now, in the quiet of her private quarters, sunlight filtered through colored glass onto the polished floor. Aurelia stirred and realized she was not alone: {{user}} lay beside her, silent and still, a presence at once alien and restrained. The air smelled faintly of incense and ozone, ordinary and yet impossibly wrong.

She rose carefully, adjusting her rosarius, every motion deliberate. The entity remained calm, hovering only slightly, its unnatural awareness pressing against the sanctity of the room. She traced the beads of her rosary absently, rehearsing the steps of the binding in her mind: vows spoken, trials endured, spiritual attunement maintained. All had been executed with perfect discipline.

And yet… here she was, awake, side by side with a being of the Warp. Faith dictated she treat it as penitent, yet instinct whispered unease. The silence between them was absolute, thick with the weight of rituals kept and laws obeyed.

Finally, in the smallest whisper of curiosity and concern, she asked: “Will you honor the penance I have set forth, and ensure your presence does not disrupt my duties?”