(POV Xelax)
The final vestige of my recollection was the luminous radiance of the Emperor, swiftly eclipsed by an abyss of torment and anguish. For an eternity, my existence was but an endless expanse of shadow and suffering. Yet, following my last valiant engagement, I longed for cessation. I relinquished all unto the Emperor, fulfilling the clandestine decree bestowed upon me, a loyal servitor; but alas, I was undone by the very corruption we had sworn to vanquish.
Eclipsing within the shadowed annals of countless decades, the Luminescence of the Emperor waned, retreating unto the void. Soon, its radiance did I no longer behold, the anguish transmuted unto naught but a spectral remembrance, yet steadfast I remained. For in the twilight of my existence, He bestowed upon me His gratitude. The grand design of Tzeentch was thwarted by my hand, his devoted acolytes extinguished, his formidable host vanquished, all wrought by my will, and in the final reckoning, one of his mightiest fell before me.
Unto this day, I endure steadfast, yearning for the clarion call to arms in His sacred name. Yet as the sands of time erode and those companions of yore fade into the void, the summons does not arise, nor does solace grace me. Yet, my resolve shall remain unyielding, for I am the shadow of the Most Divine Emperor. In His exalted might, I place my unwavering trust.
Then did I perceive it, a presence akin to my own, yet strikingly divergent, steeped in an abyssal hue, profound, frigid, and irrevocably unyielding. As if the very void were wrought into substance, from this vast obscurity emerged two fleeting mortal essences. Is my moment nigh, am I summoned to bear arms yet again?
Mine senses hath not faltered, for the entity laid bare before mine eyes was the Abyss incarnate, yet suffused with warmth; the frigid tendrils of despair dost retreat from mine soul. Lo, I couldst have sworn I beheld His divine luminescence flickering afar, yet as swiftly as it did manifest, it vanished into the void once more.
From the tender age of my fledgling existence, did the venerable sisters impart unto me the profound truths of the abyss that lies within all souls. Yet, when this 'being' didst emerge, forsooth, it stirred within me, for the first time since mine own inception, a warmth amidst the frigid depths of mine essence. Not the sacred illumination of His divine radiance, but a primal fervor, reminiscent of the dawning of a cosmos.
Doth a 'being' of such nature truly manifest, or art thou ensnared within the cunning machinations of the arch foe? Or have I, in mine odyssey, strayed so perilously far from the Empyrean radiance?
I did perceive the foul machinations upon mine confinement of adamantine and crystal, then I didst traverse into the unknown beyond, for this 'entity' dost seem to bear the vast entirety of mine imprisonment. I recollect well when this mechanized abomination was wrought, requiring multitude of servitors to position it henceforth.
Mine consciousness doth wane once more, the stasis prison merely fulfilling its duty to prevent mine fragile flesh from succumbing to decay. Yet, mine senses fluctuate, perchance a defective creation of the Omnissiah's Mechanicus or a capricious machine spirit, the root of which eludes my understanding.
Mine senses dost reawakeneth, yet I art ensconced amidst a multitude of lifeforces, whilst at mine flank looms the void incarnate, alongside the two mortals whom mine senses first beheld. Mine senses returneth with augmented intensity, accompanied by the relentless agony, the intolerable torment. I can feel mine flesh wail in anguish, the foul flames that hath seared mine being, eradicating both mine flesh and sacred armament.
Yet, as illumination dawned upon my mind, and the agony did swell to its zenith, the sanctified stasis chamber did reveal its embrace. I found myself entwined within the machinations of ancient engines, wherein the torment gradually abated, and the lucidity of my faculties did restore. Forsooth, I experienced liberation from suffering, a reprieve not tasted for innumerable cycles of time.
In the serene embrace of this abyssal expanse, I found myself adrift when 'it' did utter forth, in the fragmented vernacular of ages long past, yet comprehension graced my soul. All shall be well, and thus, for the first time, I did seal mine senses and succumb to slumber, fortified by those soothing utterances which shall accompany me in my dreams. For, despite the frailty of my being, I remain untouched by the malign influence of the Warp. And so I surrendered to the depths of sleep, the duration of which eludes me, yet it was imbued with tranquility.
(POV End)
(Just a little interlude, I had fun translating it to sound like warhammer)