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The woman shot into a ramble about not knowing what a psyker was, and seemed to imply that she was not of this world. For a moment Valentus was confused, for he had surely felt her power, but then he realized that they probably did not know the term. She referred to her abilities as Magic, a term banned in the Empire, but Valentus realized this was not a confession but rather an innocent statement. It was clear that she was ignorant of the ways of the God Emperor, and was throwing the word about as if it were not inherently foul. After hundreds of years of searching for the guilty, this girl perplexed him. She acted with confidence despite being faced with an Astartes, an Angel of Death. She spoke of facing the powers of the Law as if she were entitled to defend herself. Was she a heretic, a criminal, or a fool? No such person could ever have lived within the Imperium of Man and lived.

However, the most shocking part of all was when she claimed to have killed a Dark God. The very concept was a foolish dream, their existence an immutable fact of reality. The Ordo Malleus had been striving to face the Dark Gods for thousands of years, and yet had constantly been faced with their immutable, immortal nature. There was no way to kill the Dark Gods, nor to even face them in their own realm. All that preserved the worlds of man was the barrier that prevented them from fully manifesting in the material world, and the guidance of the God Emperor that still battled them from the Golden Throne. Her mention of shards went right over Valentus' head as he contemplated how one could so nonchalantly state to have done something impossible, and yet he could sense no lies from her.

Perhaps, he thought, she had referred merely to a Daemon of some sort. The Daemon Princes or Greater Daemon had often allowed themselves to be worshipped by mortals, attempting to draw them into the influence of Chaos. And her mention of four Gods seemed to fit in with this idea, as all the Princes but those who served Khorne could lead a cult, as the Daemon of Khorne knew nothing outside of the slaughter. The idea that she might stand up to a Greater Daemon, or even a Daemon Prince, however, was simply ridiculous. Only the very greatest among the ranks of the Imperium were able to face the horrors of a Greater Daemon alone, and none were able to face a Daemon Prince.

However, among the waves of confusion did come some information of use. She did not claim allegiance to these beings she believed to be the Dark Gods, and whilst she certainly possessed the vanity and self-centered greed of a servant of Chaos, she seemed to be telling the truth when she spoke of where her loyalties lay. Briefly the idea passed by that she could be a Primarch, one of the lost children of the Emperor himself, granted the power to face even the most deadly of foes. However it wasn't possible. All the Primarchs had been found, and there were no female primarchs to his knowledge.

Her ignorance came to the forefront when she displayed it to him. She knew nothing, and yet for once he could not hold her accountable. Were the circumstances normal he would have killed her without a word, simply for having gathered power while in the presence of a member of the Inquisition. But the Emperor knew Grace and Mercy, and those who are ignorant must be taught. For now she would be forgiven for her heretical ways, and only if she refused the mercy of the Emperor would she be eliminated.

"A psyker is one who wields the power to connect to the warp, to draw on the primal powers of creation and thought. Those who can manifest their will in reality by drawing power from this realm, without falling to the madness of the Chaos Gods who dwell in that place. I believe you to be a Psyker, and yet you are unaware of the term. Only those Psykers who lose their minds to the madness of the Warp are heretics, those that leave the grace of the God Emperor of Mankind and turn to the corruption of Chaos." He explained it clearly, but briskly. It seemed common knowledge to him, every child in the Empire grew up fearing the Chaos Gods. But those of this world had been fortunate enough never to feel it's touch, and as such were given the blessing of ignorance. But all blessings come to an end. "The Chaos I speak of comes from the Warp, it is the power of the Dark Gods. These beings are the unholy creation of the sin of mankind, their weakness, their hatred, their petty greed manifest into beings of immense power and immense evil. They cannot manifest in this world, but they tempt the weak of mind with promises of power, or release, of knowledge. Their cults invite the Daemon, arcane servants of the Dark Gods, who would rage and pillage across entire worlds, leaving nothing but plagued wastelands in their wake."

He would remain silent, for the moment, of the Traitor Legions. Those of the Astartes who had betrayed their Father, and joined the service of the Dark Gods. It was important, for now, that they knew to trust him. He would form their link to the Emperor, and these children would be lead back into the fold. Even if the powers of Chaos could not reach here, or had not yet found this world, no doubt the xenos races would not be so kind. It was but a matter of time before a Tyranid Hive Fleet or an Orc Waagh raged through this Sector, destroying all life that was not granted the protection of the Space Marines.

he turned to the Colonel. "Tell me, Commisar. What is the state of this world's defences, and how many men do you have at your command. I will need to ensure that this world is prepared for whatever may come before I speak to your leaders. While this world has remained for now, my coming might herald the coming of those that oppose me, and the Emperor I serve. The Emperor has sent me to protect this world from whatever cataclysm might be coming, and I intend to ensure that not a single soul falls to Xenos or Heretic."