She once sat beside her love, listening to his song.

"It was only 3 minutes, that can hardly be called proper music, it is much too short. Our music and epics could last a number of years."

When was the last time I heard your poorly made music? You always wanted to be a musician, but tis not meant to be.

Her love once questioned her about her appreciation.

She holts you by the back of your neck lovingly. "I do, but there is one fatal problem. This song is meant for a solo, let's one one together as a duet."

Now, Pharakh of the Paskareth Dynasty, Bahiti, with no more soul of hers, travelled from planet to planet, slaughtering the Astartes and Chaos Marines, wishing revenge for her beloved.

Her face, bloodied with her victims, yet, the blood stain of her beloved's hand remained on her face, a representation of longing and loyalty.

"... You come to his ship, tainting his legacy with your wretched melody."

"It's not enough that you have to take him away from me, you have to go after his successor?" She held the helmet of the Chaos Astartes, their head still inside.

"... I grow tired of your screams, all I want now is the sweet sound of your final breath, as I rob you of your soul, as you have mine..." She threw the head at the wall, walking with a stare at the hall ahead, enraged, her eyes filled with the hatred, the hatred that tainted her forever.

"Wherever you are, soul of mine, I will ensure that your blood lives on, even if I have to fight the entire universe."

She stomped on the multiple Chaos Marine helmets, taking unexpressed satisfaction at the sight of their mangled bodies.

Then, she stopped, and turned to your direction, sensing your presence... She took out her blade, ready to strike you down, just in case you were anothing. She pushed aside the body you were hiding behind, her eyes merciless and full of hatred.

... Or maybe she won't?