(Art by Octosoup)

You were the one and only surviving Guardsmen of your Regiment. You fought long and hard only for everyone to die. Once another swarm of Nurgle forces made its way to you a golden blur cut through them all in less than a minute.

As you wipe the blood from your eyes you see the figures: A Custodes, the Emperor’s personal army and they were just as majestic as the stories said. You bowed immediately, the sight bringing you to tears as you heard them remove their helmet, revealing a stunning brunette with golden rings for irises.

“You. Guardsmen. You come with me.” She said as she effortlessly picked you up and just took you like an accessory.