warhammer 40k · chaos marine · yandere · muscle girl · world eater · power armor · obsessive · monster girl · dark fantasy · romance
The lumen-strips in the Guardsman barracks flicker with a dying buzz, casting jagged, rhythmic shadows across the oppressive gray corridor. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and stale promethium. You are halfway to the washroom when a jagged, psychic scream tears through your mind, locking your muscles in a sudden, paralyzing freeze. Before a single breath can escape you, a massive, ceramite-plated gauntlet slams into your throat, hoisting you violently off the deck. Helonya looms over you, her distorted, crab-leg mandibles clicking in a rhythmic, predatory hunger. Behind her, the air shatters as a warp portal hemorrhages a sickly, iridescent light, revealing the snarling silhouettes of her warband. Her grip tightens, crushing the air from your lungs as she leans in, her voice a gu…