Pariah

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. A second silver pin, twin of the first, drew itself out of the tight bun of her black hair, and began to rotate around her in an opposite orbit. Sword and thought-form tried to occupy the same space and, through some esoteric function, reality would not bear it, as with some substance and some reactive anti-substance. She finally broke out and ended up serving the Holy Ordos.