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Chapter 3 by Warden-Yarn15 Warden-Yarn15

Next: who or what are we looking at today?

An Unsanctioned Psyker

Hive City Agatha was your run-of-the-mill Hive City, where the elites favored by the Ecclesiarch lived at the top, and the rest at the bottom. Cecilia Minundis was thankfully, nowhere near the Underhive, though her position in her little world was nothing to boast about either. Something else not to boast about was her connection to the Warp, as her parents have previously been killed in a riot against the Imperium, the young psyker would grow up despising the Imperium that she'd live in and conspired a more successful coup than what her parents had been a part of.

And as she grew older, her only company were the voices in her head. Voices that had a malicious intent against the Imperium at large, voices that proved themselves to be able to manifest through powers, and voices that had admired her skill without even a tutor. All of this had nurtured her mind, thinking that she just might be some sort of savior against the brutish guardsmen marching outside her streets day-in, and day-out and perhaps could liberate her planet from the bureaucratic grips of the Imperium of Man. If the voices were telling the truth.

On the day of her project, her plan was to make contact with an entity from the Warp, and with her living compartments almost empty of anything, - as not even sunlight reached her quarters, - the young woman sat in the middle of it all and focused her willpower on opening a portal. Immediately, everything felt surreal as her body felt like it was on fire as she tried to reach and grabbed onto something, something beyond the Material Realm. At first, the pain was tolerable, wincing here and there, but then she became vocal about her pain, groaning became screeching, and quiet lips started ranting in High Gothic - a rant so swift and fluid that even an intellectual wouldn't be able to understand it, and Cecilia was not known to be an intellectual, or at least, not at all fluent in High Gothic.

Then, just as her willpower was about to give up, everything stopped. Panting on the floor and calming herself, she looked up and saw what she summoned...

What did she summon?

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