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Bargains and Betrayal

The hiss of pressurized seals breaking filled the quiet space of the ship’s hold. Cassian pulled his gauntlets free, flexing his stiff fingers as the power armor’s servos wound down with a low whine. Every movement felt heavier now, exhaustion settling into his bones. Blood dried beneath the seams of his armor, and the sharp sting from cuts and bruises reminded him that he was still alive.

The ship was silent, save for the occasional hum of the life support systems. C...

New Fanfiction

Hey guys, I am starting a new fic. You know trying my hand at new genre, settings and universes. This one has our protagonist isekaied to dc universe. Not the main one,  animated one or even cinematic one but to DCeased. To those who do not know it is an apocalypse scenario where majority of human died in that world. People turned into zombies due to the techno organic virus. If you are interested you can search it in internet. I will post 5 chapters in coming days. After that a poll to...

Chapter 1: A New Reality

48 Hours Remaining

Derek McCoy blinked his eyes open, the world around him blurry and shifting as his mind struggled to make sense of where he was. The faint smell of garbage and the damp, bitter air of the alley stung his nostrils. He groaned, raising a hand to rub his face, trying to clear the fog that clung to his senses. His head throbbed with a dull ache, and his body felt… wrong, like he had just woken up from a long, restless sleep. He couldn’t remember how he ...

Beneath the Crumbling World

The tunnel groaned.

Cassian heard it first a bone-deep vibration that rippled through his power armor. Then came the thunderous crack. The walls trembled, dust raining from the ceiling as fractures split across the metal and stone like veins. The maintenance tunnel moaned, ancient supports straining under invisible pressure. Cassian didn’t need Warp senses to know what was happening.

The daemon was coming.

"Move!" Cassian barked, voice amplified by his armor.

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Vault of Forgotten Knowledge

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The ship’s silence was a comfort Cassian hadn’t expected. It gave him space to think, to focus. Power armor locked around him like a second skin, each servo shifting with his movements, but his attention was elsewhere. He knelt in the dim light of the ship's hold, eyes half-closed, pushing his mind into that razor's edge of awareness. The Warp pressed faintly against his thoughts — a constant, subtle pressure. He reinforced his defenses, weaving his will i...

Beneath the Ashes

Cassian sat against the cold metal wall of the ship, eyes half-closed, listening to the quiet hum of the machine spirit. The silence pressed on him, heavy after the madness outside. No twisted whispers. No distant howls. Just silence. It wasn’t peace but after days in this hellhole, it was close enough.

His body ached. His thoughts drifted. Faevelith’s words echoed in his mind, sharp and cutting as ever. A fortress of thought.

Arrogant as she was,...

The Imprint

The Warpstorm howled above, rattling the ruins and moaning through the broken streets. Cassian knelt behind a crumbling pillar, eyes shut tight, teeth clenched. The storm’s psychic pressure gnawed at his mind, like claws raking across his thoughts. Sweat ran down his brow, cold against his skin.

“Again,” Faeveleth whispered. Her voice was sharp, cutting through the storm’s fury. “Your walls are still weak. Do it again.”

Cassian drew a ...

Threads of Darkness

Cassian moved through the city with purpose, every step as silent he could make. The silence weighed on him. It wasn’t the silence of an empty place — it was expectant, like the city itself was holding its breath. He glanced at Faeveleth, who slipped through the rubble ahead of him, faster than eyes could track.

They’d been walking for what felt like hours. Time twisted here. The sky never changed, its swirling violet clouds casting everything in a sick...

Unsteady Accord

The Eldari moved through the ruins like a shadow, her steps silent, each movement light. Cassian followed, his power armor humming faintly, the Machine Spirit guiding his steps as he did his best to keep his bulk from making too much noise. Even with its guidance, every step felt like a gamble. One wrong move, and the city would swallow him whole.

They slipped through crumbling archways, past twisted metal and stone. The city shifted around them, the shadows s...

Through the Maze

Cassian moved through the desolation, the rhythmic thrum of his power armor humming low in his ears. Every step felt heavier than the last, not from fatigue but from the city itself — as if the streets pulled at him, dragging him deeper into the twisted heart of this world.

The city stretched around him like a labyrinth, its streets slick with filth and shadows. Buildings loomed unnaturally tall, their spires curling toward the sky like skeletal fingers. Metal and stone ...

The Unveiling

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Cassian woke with a start. His body ached. The cot beneath him felt harder than usual, the thin blanket offering little comfort. The room was dark, save for the faint glow of the ship's lumen strips. The hum of the Machine Spirit was quieter now, almost serene compared to before. For the first time since he'd arrived on this Emperor-forsaken planet, the ship felt still.

But Cassian wasn’t. His mind was a battlefield. The memory of the dream...

Embers of Divinity

Cassian’s breath hitched.

He didn’t know when he’d fallen asleep. The days blurred together, exhaustion gnawing at his mind after the stunt he pulled.The fight for the Machine Spirit, his body had finally collapsed onto the cot, craving rest. But now… something was wrong.

The air felt thick. Like trying to breathe through oil.

Cassian blinked. The darkness of his quarters was gone. He stood in a vast, shifting expanse, the ground beneath him cold...

Lost Echoes

Corwin awoke to the sound of metal groaning.

His eyes snapped open, and for a moment, he didn’t know where he was. The ceiling above him was wrong. It shifted — not physically, but wrong in the way a familiar face feels unsettling after a long absence. He blinked. The dim amber glow of a lumen strip buzzed overhead. The crew quarters. His quarters.

He sat up slowly, joints aching. His uniform was rumpled, the fabric stiff with sweat. The chron...

The Blood Beneath

Cassian woke up, but it didn’t feel like waking. It felt like surfacing from something deep and dark, dragging himself out of a pit where time had no meaning. His eyes cracked open, and the first thing he registered was the stale, metallic taste in his mouth. The recycled air felt thicker somehow, pressing down on his chest.

His head pounded. The echoes of what he’d seen, what he’d felt, still lingered in his skull. He squeezed his eyes shut, but it di...

The Weight of Unrest

The engine hold was quiet, save for the faint hum of machinery and the soft whir of the ship’s ancient systems. Cassian stood at the threshold, watching Magos Farren work. The Tech-Priest moved with mechanical precision, mechadendrites gliding across control panels, his hunched form half-merged with the mass of cables and conduits. The cold lumen glow painted his metallic body in shades of steel and shadow.

Cassian stepped inside. “Magos.”

Farren�...

Fractured Sanity(Bonus)

Cassian ran.

The glass maze stretched endlessly, its walls twisting and shifting with every step. His reflection flickered along the smooth surfaces — distorted, fragmented — as if the maze itself watched him. The air felt wrong, heavy, and each breath carried the taste of metal and dust. The floor beneath him clicked softly, like distant clockwork, counting down to something he couldn't see.

A whisper slithered through the dark.

Cassian whipped around, but the corridor ...

The Watchful City

Cassian sat outside a ration vendor. Observing people as they came in and out of the shop going about their day.

The other crew members had gone about their own business — Corvin and the officers handling the ship's resupply, and implementing the plan, the nobles taking to the city like half-starved men offered a banquet. Cassian, however, drifted alone, eyes moving from face to face, noticing every detail.

The people unnerved him.

They a...

Beneath the Surface

Cassian walked through the city, his pace steady but unhurried, eyes scanning everything. The streets were wide and unnaturally clean. Buildings loomed on either side, tall and pristine, the architecture sharp and efficient. No grime streaked the walls, no beggars lingered in the alleys. There was no stench of waste or the usual filth that clung to hive cities like a second skin. It felt… sterile. Almost surgical.

The people moved in quiet, orderly streams. No jos...

First Contact

The trek to the city was quiet. Too quiet.

Cassian’s boots crunched against dry soil, the weight of his power armor making each step sink slightly into the earth. The sun hung low in the sky, its pale light casting long shadows across the barren land. The city loomed ahead, a sprawl of metal and stone rising against the horizon. From a distance, it looked intact — not the crumbling ruins they’d feared. That alone was unsettling. After months adrift in th...

Silent Extraction

The distant hum of the Imperator Bellum’s engines had become background noise to Cassian. It was a constant, steady rhythm—one he had long since learned to tune out. In the dim light of the machine bay, where the sacred incense of the Mechanicus still clung to the air, Cassian focused all his efforts on the mind before him.

 Lex Mechanicus—one of the ship’s lesser technosavants—stood rigid in front of him, his posture unnaturally stiff. The Mechanicus robes ...

The Omnissiah’s Path

Hello, my dear readers. I am back after my restful break. Chapters will resume as usual. Enjoy.

Six months later.

Cassian’s eyes snapped open in the dark, breath steady, body still. The low hum of the ship’s engines thrummed faintly through the floor. His quarters were large — far larger than what any common crewman could ever dream of. A proper bed, a steel desk, a small armory against the far wall, and enough space to move freely. He’d made sure of that. 2025-03-25 03:30:01 +0000 UTC View Post

Into the Unknown

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The viewing deck was silent.

The ship drifted through the void, silent save for the distant hum of its engines and the faint, almost imperceptible vibrations beneath the deck. Cassian stood among the crowd, his gaze locked on the massive viewport. Through the reinforced glass, the planet hung against the darkness of space, a once-familiar silhouette now twisted into something unrecognizable.

The surface churned with malevolent colors �...

Author’s Note:

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Hey everyone, author here.

Volume 1 is officially finished — Cassian escaped. Against all odds, he survived a High World’s descent into madness and pulled through. I still can’t quite believe I’ve written 70,000 words across 34 chapters. It’s been a hell of a journey, and looking back, I can see the rough edges. There were mistakes, a few lore inconsistencies, some repetition, and parts where the pacing could’ve been tighte...

Inevitable escape

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Cassian’s stomach still felt pleasantly full from the last meal — a rare sensation after so many days of hunger and hardship. Sleep had come easily after, heavy and dreamless, letting his body mend from the strain of overusing both his muscles and his mind. For once, he let himself indulge. No looming threats. No desperate schemes. Just a warm bed and the quiet hum of the ship beneath him.

By the time he woke, another full day had passed. His limbs ach...

The Path of Skulls

Cassian's chainsword roared as it carved through the last cultist, flesh and bone yielding beneath its relentless teeth. The corpse crumpled, blood pooling at his feet, mixing with the rivers of crimson already staining the earth. His breath came in ragged gasps, the machine spirit of his power armor whispering faint warnings into his mind — vitals unstable, ammunition low, power reserves draining. But the machine’s voice felt distant. Drowned beneath the pounding in his skull.

The Blooded Path

Cassian’s breath thundered in his ears, each inhale rattling against the inside of his helmet. The power armor moved with him, the machine spirit flowing through his limbs like molten steel in his veins. His grip tightened around the handle of his chainsword, the teeth purring softly as they idled. In his other hand, his Godwyn-pattern boltgun felt like an extension of his arm, the blessed weight reassuring.

The battlefield was a haze of smoke and blood. The stink of ozo...

The Planet Bleeds

The planet burned.

A world of steel and stone, now reduced to a corpse of smoke and ash. The skies were torn apart by a crimson tempest, a Warpstorm that stretched across the heavens, sealing the planet's fate. There would be no reinforcements. No salvation. Only war.

Across the hive cities, billions clashed.

The Imperium fought with desperate fury — hundreds of millions of men and women, pressed into battle lines, each life spent t...

The Final War

The precinct was quiet. Not the kind of quiet that brought peace, but the kind that sat heavy on the chest, choking the air. The usual hum of machinery, the distant shouts of orders, even the clang of weapons being prepped — all of it felt distant. Muted. The only thing Cassian could hear clearly were the prayers. Quiet, desperate things, whispered under trembling breaths.

He passed a group of Enforcers kneeling together, each one clutching a worn pendant of the A...

Whispers Beneath the Throne (Bonus Chapter)

13:05 standard terran time.

Cassian stared into the nutrient paste in his tin bowl, the spoon resting idly against the edge. It was the same gray sludge they always served, but he barely noticed the blandness anymore. His mind was elsewhere — buried in the Mechanicus doctrines spread before him, a dataslate resting on the pockmarked metal table. The cafeteria hummed with the low murmur of tired voices and the faint clatter of utensils against trays.

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The Last Stand

Cassian adjusted the high collar of his borrowed Mechanicus robe as he strode through the hive’s battered precinct fortress. The crimson cogwheel emblem of the Magos Biologis gleamed faintly against his chest, a mark of his new affiliation, but he doubted it would buy him much goodwill among the hardened enforcers of the Adeptus Arbites. The fortress had seen better days—cracks marred its walls, and the once-imposing steel doors bore the scars of battle. The scent of p...