Warhammer 40k : Space Marine Kayvaan

Kayvaan let out a low growl, but nodded curtly. "Fine. Let's finish this."

Though the events in Kayvaan's mind felt like an eternity, in the real world only a brief moment had passed. Rosina held the stone against his forehead as the soul of the ancient Eldar hero surged forth. The glowing figure entered Kayvaan's body, and his entire frame trembled violently as the power of Chaos clashed with the ancient soul.

"What have you done, you damned witch?!" ID roared, his voice echoing with rage. His hand shot up, knocking the spirit stone away, and his fist followed, aimed directly at Rosina's chest. Dark energy crackled around his knuckles, promising instant annihilation if the blow landed. But before the strike could connect, his own left hand shot out and caught his right wrist, halting the attack mid-swing.

"What?!" ID's eyes widened in panic. "What is this? What are you doing?!" The voice that responded was his own, but laced with calm, stern authority. "Stop this madness. Everyone here doesn't need to die—not like this. They've seen too much, but killing them won't solve anything."

ID's right eye burned with a black mist, dark energy swirling like an endless abyss. But his left eye ignited with blue flames of psychic energy, glowing with clarity and resolve. Half his face twisted in darkness, a malevolent sneer, while the other half was calm and solemn, exuding a quiet dignity. "There's no point in arguing," the calmer side said aloud. "This fight is meaningless."

"Meaningless?" the chaod side sneered. "This body belongs to me. If you suppress me now, it's only temporary. Your soul is mortal—it will die. And when it does, I'll rise again. You can't stop me forever."

The left hand, rose again, this time toward his right eye. The intent was clear: to gouge out the source of the darkness. But before it could reach, the right hand intercepted, shoving it away. "Self-destruction won't help you," the chaos side hissed mockingly. "This is my body too. If you won't protect it, I will."

Kayvaan's entire body trembled as the internal struggle raged on. But gradually, the black mist overtook both eyes, and the dark energy once again consumed him. With a shake of his head, ID regained control, releasing a wave of oppressive energy that rippled through the air like a tide. A large black door materialized in front of the Red Witch, its edges shimmering with chaotic energy. ID gestured lazily toward it. "Go. I won't kill you."

The Red Witch stretched her neck, the motion accompanied by a crackling sound as she recovered her composure. She smirked. "Goodbye, strong man. And to you, Elizabeth—such a pity we couldn't have a proper chat. I hope we never meet again."

Elizabeth frowned at her in confusion. Recognition dawned on her face, and her voice trembled. "Ly… Lysandria ?"

The Red Witch offered no reply. With a light laugh, she stepped through the dark portal and vanished into the swirling chaos. ID turned his attention to Syladria. Another door appeared, this one formed entirely of pure spiritual energy. "This will take you to the Webway," he said coldly. "Take the inquisitor with you. Make sure she gets back to where she belongs—alive."

As he spoke, he tore Elizabeth's outer clothing away, exposing her bare abdomen. She gasped, too stunned to resist as his fingers pressed against her stomach. Ignoring her cries of pain, he inserted his hand into her flesh. His hand withdrew as quickly as it had entered, leaving Elizabeth trembling in shock. Her mind raced, trying to comprehend what had just happened. "Why?" she finally managed to whisper. "Why would you do this?"

"Killing you would've been the easy way to avoid trouble," ID said with a sly smile. "Letting you go, though—that's just creating more trouble for myself. But as for what I left inside you, well… that's something I should've done under better circumstances. If it weren't for all these interruptions, we could've done it in a much more refined way."

ID had directly infused his essence into Elizabeth's womb. Under the influence of Chaos, it was inevitable—Elizabeth would conceive.

Rosina and Sylph, bearing Elizabeth's weight between them, dragged her toward the Webway. Along the way, Elizabeth spat curses at ID with venomous fury. Her voice dripped with hatred so profound it seemed to echo through the chaotic air. ID, however, simply laughed, clearly enjoying her rage. "Goodbye, ladies," he called out mockingly. "I didn't kill a single beauty tonight. Honestly, I'm rather pleased with myself."

As the blue portal closed behind them, the large tent fell silent. ID stood alone amidst the ruins, his wild laughter fading into the emptiness. The oppressive darkness dissipated, vanishing like a storm clearing in the summer sky. One moment, the air was heavy with Chaos; the next, it was pure and still, as if freshly washed by rain. The aftermath was desolate—only shattered debris remained. ID stood at the center of it all, exhaling a long, heavy sigh. Crackle of energy than spread from his body as one of his eyes change once again…

***

"You're actually alive?" Randall's voice was filled with shock as he stared at the woman before him. The man hadn't expected to see someone long presumed dead standing in his office. "Elizabeth… You've returned? Do you even know what you've put me through? You vanished without a word—no updates, no messages. Five years! It's been five years since you disappeared. I thought you were dead. Hell, I even paid for your tombstone myself. It's in the public cemetery in St. Landau City!"

Randall's tone grew harsher, anger lacing his words. "You better have an explanation I can accept, or I'll save myself the trouble and shoot you right here. Do you have any idea how much paperwork I've had to deal with? As far as the Imperium is concerned, you've been a glorious martyr for the past five years. And now, here you are, alive and well."

"Paid for it out of your own pocket, did you?" Elizabeth asked, ignoring his outrage as she nonchalantly sank into a chair. "I thought the Imperium had a pension for such things. When I died, the loyal, brave inquisitor that I was, they should've given out a hefty sum. Seeing as I have no relatives, that money must've gone somewhere. So, where is it?"

Randall froze for a moment, his face betraying his unease. Elizabeth wasn't the same woman he remembered. The razor-sharp, coldly disciplined prosecutor had changed. She still exuded danger, but it was subtler now, hidden beneath a façade of casual confidence. Her edges were no longer overtly sharp but carried an air of maturity and control. Yet Randall knew instinctively—this new version of Elizabeth was far more dangerous than the old. "You've changed," he muttered, studying her carefully.

"Five years will do that," Elizabeth replied, a sly smile playing at her lips. "What kind of changes are you noticing, Randall?"