Warning: This work uses AI to translate my original language into English.
The 30th Millennium
A vessel within the fleet of the Dark Angels.
For him, life was now nothing but suffering from the hunger for fresh flesh and blood, almost all the time. It was a brutal, overwhelming urge, one he could scarcely put into words. Still, he tried to suppress it. There had been many memorable moments in his life: the time he had lived a normal life, the moment he arrived in this insane world or universe, and his new parents and siblings.
And yet, one of the scenes he most wanted to remember was the moment when all twenty Legions stood together... and the Great Crusade officially began... worlds with unforgettable stories... though sometimes it was a pity that he had led his subordinates down to destroy them.
How ridiculous it was that he had become entangled in something like this... his current condition had turned him into a modified human, a bloodthirsty cannibal, hahaha.
The normal life he once had vanished the moment he woke up here... waking once again as an infant at the beginning of the Unification War, on Terra, thirty to forty thousand years before the world would finally be united under the Emperor of Mankind—a being who seemed to be the most perfect human ever created.
Bill let out another sigh before gritting his teeth. Saliva was already beginning to spill from his mouth... he wanted blood again, didn't he?
But whatever. He thought everything was terrible. His second childhood was spent in the northern deserts of what had once been the Pacific Ocean, now dried up and turned into a wasteland filled with scrap metal, sand, and radiation. And his family had been cannibals too.
Still, he had been fairly happy with his new life. Sure, he was disgusted by eating human flesh, but it did not happen all that often. That was, until the Emperor's forces happened to pass by the village where he lived—and, as expected, it was wiped out.
Bill still did not know whether he had been unlucky or lucky to be taken and surgically transformed into a Space Marine. Now, with longer life, a far harder death, and an extreme bloodlust he could keep from going berserk aboard the ship, he was probably sturdier than almost everyone he knew.
But sometimes he really did wonder what their Primarch would be like. He had heard that the Luna Wolves had already found their Primarch, and in Bill's opinion, Horus was a man who looked utterly perfect, and who suited the Luna Wolves very well.
But what would happen if their Primarch saw him and his company like this?
Krrrreeeek—
The alarm blared loudly through the chamber. Bill let out a small sigh before reaching for his helmet and putting it on.
It seemed there was another world that refused to submit.
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Warning: This novel is told through the perspective of our protagonist, Bill Grayson, so some details may not be entirely accurate, since they are filtered through his viewpoint. In addition, some xenos races or factions may be invented or altered, because during the Great Crusade there were countless worlds conquered by the Imperium of Man, and most of them were never described in much detail or have very little available information.