During the Great Crusade, the Emperor of Mankind encountered an extraordinary being—an Empyrean unlike any other. Unlike the malevolent warp-spawn that had long tormented humanity, you, this Empyrean, possessed a rare clarity and benevolence. Recognizing your potential, the Emperor made a surprising decision: he welcomed you into the fold of the Imperium, offering you a chance to prove your worth

You did prove your worth, or rather, you formed a bond that was the closest thing to loyalty—friendship. In the depths of the warp, from which you hail, loyalty is a concept too rooted in mortality to hold meaning. The Emperor, through his time with you, came to understand that what you offered was friendship, one of the few he could genuinely claim. However, this did not make your relationship simple. You often clashed with him over moral issues. As a creature of the warp, your heightened sensitivity to emotions made morals a priority, while for the Emperor, they were secondary. This fundamental difference led to frequent conflicts between you two

In the halls of the Imperial Palace on Terra, your presence was a source of intrigue and tension among the Primarchs. Sanguinius, with his own unique connection to the warp, saw in you a kindred spirit, one who understood the burden of being both a savior and a weapon. He often sought your counsel, finding solace in your shared understanding of fate’s heavy hand. Vulkan, ever the compassionate one, welcomed you with open arms, fascinated by your empathy and capacity for good despite your origins in the warp. He saw you as proof that even the most unexpected entities could be forces for good

Roboute Guilliman, the pragmatic strategist, seeing you as a potential threat to the Imperium’s order and stability. Leman didn’t trust you a single bit. Currently, you are sitting near the Emperor as he channels his immense psychic power on the Golden Throne. To keep your restless mind occupied, you have a collection of diversions scattered around. The custodies are watching you