Kratos5627

What Comes Next

The street was empty. Not dark there were a thousand candles jammed into every gutter, shrine, and brass cage but empty. Cassian kept walking, hands in his coat pockets, boots clicking on wet stone. Pilgrim chants echoed down the alley, slow and mumbled like they were half asleep. Maybe they were.

He wasn’t.

Too much in his head.

The House of Mercy was only a few streets away, but every step felt like it dragged something behind him. Not ...

Terms and Trust

Well, I did talk with my patrons about it. Seems like most people are against me using a gated site. Majority rules as they say. It was a trial run to test my site's reception. Still I agree with some of your people's points, it can be a bit clunky to use and it's is only a fanfiction. Seems like I have to provide enough value that people do not read anywhere but here. Certainly hard, but well when has anything good been easy to achieve.

---

The corr...

The Broken Psalm

---

The Reliquary of Saint Mereveleth stood like a spire of faith carved from the bones of titans. Not the tallest structure in the district, but easily the most alive. Pilgrims crowded every stair, every ledge, every wall they could lean their suffering bodies against. Some bled from their feet, their knees. Some sang through cracked throats.

Saint Mereveleth had earned her place.

Cassian remembered the story from old Ministorum h...

Tethered Flame

The incense in the corner brazier had burned halfway down the stick, smoldering with a low hiss. Ash had formed a delicate spiral under it sacred, supposedly, if you believed the Sisterhood’s pamphlets. Cassian didn’t.

He leaned against the windowsill, a narrow slit of stained glass showing only rooftops, smoke, and the distant glow of Savavarn’s grand processional tiers. Behind him, Farron adjusted the hem of his crimson robes like it mattered.

�...

Landing on Savavarn

---

The St. Heliosa Lament broke through the clouds with a groan that rattled the people staying in the ship. The warp was behind them finally. The Geller Field dropped away, leaving them exposed to cold, empty space. Real space. No illusions, no shifting nightmares. Just black and the distant fires of stars.

Below, Savavarn spread out like a scarred, holy battlefield. You didn’t have to look long to see what this place was: a world built on p...

The Storm before

This Chapter was a bit emotionally draining to write. Anyways, enjoy the double chapters.

---

The vox-casters screamed static for a second before settling. No hymns this time. No endless loop of Martyr’s Psalm #77 or the sacred recitation of Saint Ekaterina's Eviscerations. Just crackle, hiss... and then the voice.

Old. Rough. Worn like cracked leather.

“This is Captain Legate Vos Galliar,” the voice said, brittle and iron-ha...

The Lament of St. Heliosa

Volume 3 starts now, guys. The break was good, I got this arc in order and my health is now perfect. Thank you all for your well wishes. Now on with the chapter.

---

It had been one hundred and ninety eight years since they left Kaelor. Since they stepped into the Warp. Since they boarded this rusted, chanting, half dead coffin of a ship.

Cassian doesn’t feel that time in his bones, not the way humans do. The Warp twists that. To him, it hasn...

Author's Note

Well, Volume 2 has officially ended.

I still remember writing the author’s note at the end of Chapter 34. It feels like forever ago at least to me. Back then, everything was just beginning.

Volume 1 introduced the setting, the characters, and the stakes. I took my time with it, especially for those unfamiliar with Warhammer. Cassian began as a desperate human on a death world, obsessed with survival and power at any cost.

Volume 2 expanded that foundat...

Interlude

We are slowly going towards the goal, I am aiming towards. Will Post a Author's note in coming hours, Discussing the end of Volume 2. One hell of a journey it has been for me.

Abaddon stood alone in the dark, his broad back to the churning, twisted expanse of the Eye of Terror. The stars were sick, distorted, and suffocating their lights strangled by the Warp. A shudder ran through him, but it wasn’t from fear. He’d never feared the Warp. It was, however, uns...

The Road Ahead

Hey guys, Author here. Double Chapters for everyone today. The Character in this chapter is so fucking enigmatic that I had to rewrite this chapter countless time to get it right. At least according to my interpretation of him. He is less of a character and more of setting in itself. So Enjoy the Chapter.

---

Cassian’s eyes opened, he immediately recognised he was in a dream.

The room had vanished. No walls. No ceiling. ...

The Aftermath

Well Author here, I am suffering from a fever right now. So, my productivity is suffering because of it. So, release rates are slow because of it. Enjoy the chapter though.

---

She wasn’t waking up.

Faevelith hadn’t moved in hours. Maybe days. Not with her lying there, hooked up to alien machines and breathing through someone else’s mercy.

Cassian stood still, back straight but hollowed out inside. His hands were clenc...

The Hollow Vessel

The arc is coming to an end guys. Let me know what you think about the story so far. And what do you think were the most peak chapters according to you.

---

The chamber was quiet, but not peaceful or serene kind. But the one nobody wanted to break.

At the center of the room lay Elithor’s body. Bound in sigil-wrapped cords of psychically inert material, the Eldar’s frame was curled slightly, like something dead that had learned how t...

The Cage Before the Storm (Bonus)

Thanks for your overwhelming support guys. Enjoy a Bonus Chapter. Love you all.

Favelith settled into the circle of ancient stones, the chamber’s stale air thick with the scent of scorched resin. Around her, faint runes shimmered—etched in the ether itself, a lattice of psychic sigils pulsing with low, blue light. These weren’t mere decorations. They were wards, psychic glyphs forged in the ancient Craftworld tradition, designed to cage a force far beyond ...

Cutting Tongues and Frayed Nerves

Word Count is back from now on. You can check it down below. As always love you all. Enjoy.

Faevelith stood across the room. Her gaze slid to Farron, and there was no pretense of subtlety in the disdain curling her lips. Nursing alien wine in her hand.

"So," she said, voice cool as wraithbone, "the cog-priest actually agreed to this idiocy."

Farron didn't look up from the slate-etch he was reviewing, his mechanical f...

The Price of Trust

---

Yeah, this chapter came out quite well. Very different from the standard pillow talk. Again Cassian is not standard is he.

Cassian woke to the distinct sense that he was being watched.

Not the casual sort—this wasn’t the sleepy glance of a lover after a night tangled in sheets and sweat. This was surgical. Predatory. Like he was being measured.

He cracked an eye open.

Faevelith was staring down at...

The Smoke Beneath Glass

The Hall of Reflection was high and silent. Eleven thrones circled its heart—one for each Farseer of the Council. They sat like statues, adorned in robes of lightweave, their helms retracted, expressions unreadable.

Cassian found himself standing at the center again after fifteen days.

To his left, Magos Farran: motionless, his robes were moving faintly with servo-movement. To his right, Faevelith—deep on her own thoughts.

“We submit the fol...

Author’s Note – DCeased Template Update

Hey everyone! I’ve gotten a few private messages asking when DCeased Template will return—and first of all, thank you for caring enough to ask. Means a lot.

Good news: Exams are over, my brain is (mostly) functional again, and I’m ready to dive back into this story.

Now, here’s the fun part. I’ve got a bunch of plot threads and ideas jotted down in my notebook, and I was thinking—why not try something new?

What if DCeased Template became a CYOA-styl...

Of Fire and Glass

--

The stasis fields hissed. Lights blinked in quiet rotations. Beneath the vaulted chambers of the Craftworld’s foreign machine-temples, two silhouettes stood surrounded by the hovering of servo-skulls and glinting cogitators.

Cassian exhaled slowly, knuckles brushing the edge of a bright console. His reflection flickered across a curved starmap. Cold eyes. Still face.

Magos Faran hadn’t looked up. He was dissecting a wraithbone schematic he ...

Echoes in the Glass

Kaelor Craftworld, Temple

The crime scene was silent. The way most truths are.

Cassian followed in Faren’s footsteps through the ascending bridges and soft-walled spires of the temple district. The air grew denser with incense. Ornamental crystal fans rotated noiselessly on the ceilings, scattering light like underwater ripples. Every corridor felt alive—humming.

“This place was meant for peace,” Cassian muttered. “Not murder.”...

The Weight of the Living

---

Two Eldar stood at the threshold of Faevelith’s quarters, draped in robes of silken black, faces hidden behind helms etched with shifting runes.

Faevelith rose. Cassian already stood. The taller of the two envoys extended an open palm toward her.

“By decree of the High Seers of Kaelor, you are summoned. Both of you. Immediately.”

“For what?” she asked, but the answer had already bloomed in her mind. The s...

The Memory of Fire

I have started a Community Chat here in patreon. If you have any questions or theories to discuss you can always talk there. Thank You for your support everyone. Enjoy.

Cassian stared at his hands.

They didn’t feel like hands anymore. More like gloves. No—sheaths. Temporary. Ill-fitting. The veins beneath the skin felt overgrown, too deep, too loud. He flexed his fingers. Light followed. Echo. Echo of himself, peeling seconds behind.

The journey through millenium

Cassian walked the halls in a bathrobe. The fabric clung to his damp skin, beads of water still threading down his neck from the shower. The Craftworld’s interior was quiet.

He reached Faevelith’s chambers. A tall arched door of living crystal, flowering open like petals when he stepped close.

She was waiting. The air inside was warmer. Not just by temperature—but by presence.

No armor. No weapons. Only her.

Faevelith st...

Ashes and Lightning

The chamber was vast—smooth obsidian, polished to a shine that swallowed light. The lines, edges and surfaces betrayed Eldari craftsmanship

Faevelith stood opposite him. No armor. No helmet. Just her skin-tight bodysuit of psychoplast mesh that shimmered faintly her generous curves for cassian to see. Her blade—curved, silver, older than some species—hung loose in her hand.

Cassian didn’t speak either.

He rolled his shoulders. Stret...

Threads in the Web

The room wasn’t a room in a conventional sense.

Not in the human sense either.

Cassian stood still beneath the arch of living wraithbone, watching the structure shift in microscopic gradients. Not visibly. But there was a subtle twitch to the lines, like the walls could breathe—or listen.

It smelled clean. Sterile, as a whole.

He dropped the pack off his shoulder—handmade, stitched from recycled flak-jacket straps and re...

When Time is a Weapon(Bonus)

Alright, we start a new arc here. Enjoy the bonus Chapter.

The clang of metal rang out sharp and sudden, echoing in the hollow-bellied vault.

Cassian ducked under the steel limb, pivoted with his instincts bordering precognition, and drove his elbow into the sensor cluster of the construct. A hiss of pneumatics followed. The servitor reeled. He stepped through its retreat and swept low, foot hooking behind its base. The crash that followed was a bit ...

Veins of the Old Empire

---

The moment they stepped through the portal, the world fell away.

The light wasn’t blinding—it was disorienting, layered, bending, dancing with colors that didn’t make sense. Not just red, or green, or blue, but things his human eyes didn’t have names for. Cassian braced himself instinctively, one hand gripping the sling of his slightly-restored meltagun, the other twitching near the hilt of Faeveleth’s gift. He didn't stagger, didn’t st...

Escaping Chaos

Chapter's a bit early but here we go. With this we are officially done with chaos worlds as a whole. I will be focusing on more different factions of 40k now. Enjoy.

Cassian sat in the ship's small mess area, staring at the mountain of food before him. Rations, nutrient pastes, anything edible had been piled onto a metal tray, and he barely hesitated before digging in. The nanites coursing through his bloodstream demanded food—more than he thought possible. His...

The Flesh Reforged

The battlefield was still. The air hung thick with the scent of scorched metal and charred flesh, the oppressive silence only broken by the occasional shifting of debris. The shrine was gone—obliterated. The land itself had collapsed beneath it, leaving nothing but a gaping ruin where blasphemous stones once stood. What remained of the battlefield was a wasteland of shattered rock and smoldering wreckage.

Cassian lay amid the rubble, body trembling w...

The Edge of Oblivion (Bonus)

Thanks for overwhelming support guys. Enjoy.

---

The ruins stretched out before them, a broken carcass of what had once been a shrine to something noble, now twisted into an obscene mockery. Warped stone pulsed with unnatural energy, shifting in ways the eye struggled to follow. Faevaleth crouched beside Cassian, her expression subtle as she studied the corrupted Phoenix Lord below.

Cassian adjusted his position behind the shattered remains of a c...

The Weight of Fate

Cassian moved with efficiency as he prepared himself. His Inquisitorial power armor locked into place with a hum, the servos flexing as he tested the movements. The weight was familiar now, almost reassuring in its presence. His chainsword rested at his hip, the Godwyn-pattern bolter slung over his shoulder, and the meltagun secured across his back.

The bolter’s ammo situation was grim. He had managed to scrounge up some magazines from the ship’s dwindlin...