HIVE

Yet, he is a rotting carcass, the Carrion Lord of the Imperium held in life by marvels from the Dark Age of Technology and the thousand souls sacrificed each day so his may continue to burn. There is no peace amongst the stars, for in the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war. The Hive was his future, a commitment he was bound to, an opportunity he had won by talent and merit, and he had no intention of giving it up. Aphra had ruled, in the end, according to the consensus agreement.