POV: Your Life at Every Level of a Dark Apostle (Warhammer 40K)

POV: Your Life at Every Level of a Dark Apostle (Warhammer 40K) The strike cruiser smells of incense and promethium, and the deck plates vibrate through the soles of your boots in a rhythm that has never once felt like reassurance. You are a Chaos Space Marine of the Word Bearers Legion, which means you are already something no longer human, reshaped by gene-seed and long corruption into a body that could survive a vacuum and a soul that has been pointed like a weapon at the Corpse-Emperor's works for longer than most civilizations last. None of that earns you anything here. Within the Legion's hierarchy, a Warrior-Brother is the lowest ordained rank, a soldier who has accepted the primacy of Chaos in full but has not yet been trusted to preach it. You carry a bolter. You carry a blade. You march where you are told to march. What you do not carry yet is a voice the Legion recognizes as worth listening to.