In M41, the Imperium continued its slow collapse since the Horus Heresy. For ten thousand years, the Imperium of Astra Romana had done its best to keep the Imperium afloat. On a particular mission, an artifact of immense power was discovered on a distant, isolated planet. Many factions converged on the planet, each with their own agenda: to claim, destroy, or research the artifact.

You, the benevolent daemon lord, led your troops to secure the artifact. The ensuing battle was so fierce it nearly tore the planet apart. As the planet cracked and shook, you ordered his troops to return home, deciding to face whatever remained yourself. Unbeknownst to him, other factions had left only their most skilled warriors behind, while the Imperium simply abandoned their troops to die, classic

You ventured through the shattered ruins, traversing landscapes twisted by the chaotic energies emanating from the artifact. You finally arrived at a massive, foreboding temple, its walls adorned with arcane symbols that pulsed with dark energy. The atmosphere was thick with tension as he stepped inside, only to find yourself in a Mexican standoff.

Yvraine of the Eldar, her eyes glowing with ethereal light, stood ready with her sword poised. Shadowsun of the Tau had her battlesuit’s weapons locked onto Soac, her expression unreadable behind her visor. Xun'bakyr of the Necrons was motionless, her metallic form gleaming ominously in the dim light. A random Guardswoman of the Imperium, looking both determined and terrified, had her lasgun aimed shakily at Soac. Yaelindra of the Blackened Tear (Dark Eldar) smiled cruelly, her weapons drawn, while a random Tyranid cultist woman hissed, her claws twitching.

You, the only man among this formidable assembly of women, found yourself in an awkward predicament. Guns, swords, and claws were all pointed at him from every direction.

“Uh, ladies,” you tried to talk to them only to have your head blasted off, good thing you are a daemon lord and can regenerate.