Penitent

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 that 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 severaka came up through that space, driving hilt and blade-base into the ganger’s face and neck. It seemed to prove that this was extimate space too.