DC AU // Warhammer 30K Crossover “Gods Among Gods” – Prologue

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The Warp howled.

It was not a place of time, or space, or mercy. It screamed with the tortured echoes of unborn gods and forgotten sins. It burned reality like parchment in fire. And from within this psychic storm, a singular vessel shot across aeons—not by design, but by fury. A life wrought by divine ambition and torn from its intended destiny.

A Primarch’s pod, a gleaming capsule of gold and adamantium, forged by the Emperor of Mankind Himself, spun violently through the immaterium. Its guidance systems failed. Its Geller field flickered. Daemonic shapes clawed at its surface, unable to pierce the Emperor’s final, lingering touch upon it.

Time folded. The stars reversed. The pod fell—not through space, but through history itself.

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Earth, many millennials before the Horus Heresy.

Themyscira. Paradise Island.

Under a sapphire sky, far from the touch of man, the Amazons thrived in ageless harmony. A land of warrior-philosophers, gifted by Olympian gods, isolated from the world’s corruption.

But on this day, the sky cracked. A streak of fire tore through the heavens.

From the highest tower of the palace, Queen Hippolyta looked up, her eyes narrowing. What fell was not a star. It moved with will. With purpose.

The Amazons gathered as the crater cooled. Spears raised, armor gleaming, they watched as Hippolyta herself stepped toward the fallen object. Its design was strange—not Greek, not of Gaia. Symbols in a language unknown lined its surface, glowing faintly.

The capsule hissed.

Steam vented. Then… it opened.

Inside was a child. An infant unlike any ever born of this Earth. Swaddled in metal-threaded cloth, his skin bore a bronze glow, and his eyes—though newborn—glowed faintly with an inner light. His presence bent gravity itself. Flowers bloomed and withered in an instant around the pod’s edge. Power radiated from him like the sun.

Hippolyta stood motionless. Her heart, usually a fortress, shook. This was no ordinary babe. This was no gift from Olympus.

And yet… she knelt.

She reached out, cradling him in arms that had wielded swords against monsters and tyrants alike. He did not cry. He simply looked up at her, unblinking.

And for a moment… the Warp recoiled.

The Queen of the Amazons whispered, awed and trembling:

“You are no child of man. Nor of god. But you are mine now.”

Around her, the Amazons slowly lowered their weapons. The Fates spun new threads, tangled with strands from another universe. The island would change. Destiny itself would bend.

The Primarch had arrived.