|3rd POV|
Nathan observes Liliana, now clad in the armor and weapons they had hastily crafted together in mere hours. The war gear is crude by his standards, but it will suffice. The armor is more than capable of withstanding conventional firepower, even a direct hit from a tank without so much as a dent.
The reason? A Conversion Field generator woven into the armor's structure absorbs kinetic energy from ranged attacks and disperses it harmlessly as light. Layered over that is a personal anti-magi shield, a device that mimics the function of a Void Shield. Any magi-based attack that touches her is displaced through localized distortions in space-time, flung directly into the warp, never to reach its target.
Her weapon is a standard Power Lance, though Nathan has modified it, amplifying its power output beyond what even a Space Marine would wield. But that is not its only function. A Melta Beam emitter is integrated into its shaft, allowing it to fire concentrated fusion blasts, capable of reducing anything in its path to slag.
It is not perfect. Given time and better resources, he could forge something superior, sleeker, and more efficient for her. But for now, this will have to do.
"Are you ready, Liliana? This will be your debut."
Liliana stands at attention, fire burning in her brown eyes. "Yes, my lord! I want to exterminate them and make the world a little bit better."
Nathan nods. "Good. Let's go. I know the location of one of their bases."
With a mere flick of his hand, reality bends. In an instant, the two vanish from their current location and reappear in midair, landing gracefully on the ground before the enemy's hidden fortress. Their arrival does not go unnoticed. The impact of their landing reverberates through the ground, an unnatural tremor that alerts the creatures within.
The fortress gates groan open, ancient iron scraping against stone as the vampire defenders pour forth.
They come in droves—two hundred strong. Fangs bared. Eyes alight with hunger and fury.
A figure steps forward from among them. His attire is gaudy, a relic of a long-dead aristocracy, an echo of nobility from a bygone era.
"Who are you?!" he demands, his voice filled with arrogance. "How dare you trespass upon the noble house of Baron Nemes?"
Liliana steps forward, her body wreathed in divine fire.
She is a vision of perfected war. Her mere presence shatters the morale of lesser beings. Her long black hair shifts to shimmering gold, billowing like a living flame. Her brown eyes burn away into orbs of molten gold, radiating with psychic fury.
Her adamantium and ceramite armor gleam under the moonlight, every inch of it sculpted for destruction and dominion.
"I am Primarch Liliana," she declares, her voice ringing with absolute authority. "And I shall be your destruction."
The vampires laugh.
To them, she is still human. Even with her size, her armor, her presence—her scent betrays her nature. They underestimate her because she is human, the lowest of the low in this world.
Nathan frowns.
With a single thought, he releases his Psychic Might.
The laughter dies.
A projection looms over them, a titanic figure clad in golden armor, with flowing golden hair and eyes like piercing suns. The sheer presence of the apparition crushes their spirits, a weight that digs into their very souls.
"Be silent, soulless creatures."
He raises a hand.
A golden pulse erupts outward, radiating from his fingertips. The dozen vampires nearest to him vanish in an instant, consumed by holy fire, their souls obliterated. The others stagger back, howling in agony as their flesh blackens and blisters just from proximity to his power.
Nathan turns his head toward Liliana.
"It is your stage. Show me your conviction and resolve."
Then she moves.
A blur.
One moment, she is at his side. The next, she is among them.
Her Power Lance drives into the chest of the nearest vampire, the weapon's Melta Beam activating on impact. A concentrated fusion reaction detonates inside his torso, vaporizing him instantly. Before his ashes even settle, she spins—her lance cleaving through three more foes in a single sweep, sundering them apart with inhuman strength.
A vampire lunges from above, claws extended, eyes blazing with the intent to tear her throat out—
But she meets him mid-air.
With a sharp twist, she spears him clean through, activating the Melta Blast once more. His entire torso vanishes, leaving behind only burning remnants that fall to the battlefield below.
The vampires react—too slow.
They rush her, trying to overwhelm her with numbers, hoping to drown her in sheer force and number.
It does not matter.
Their attacks fail to connect. She weaves between them effortlessly, faster than their undead eyes can track. Every movement is precise, devastating, her raw strength tearing them apart like paper.
A monstrous figure steps forward. Taller than the rest. A master of the coven.
His voice resonates with ancient power, thick with blood magic. Shadows coil around him, forming into tendrils of darkness, reaching toward Liliana, seeking to bind her, to crush her will beneath their grasp.
Nathan raises an eyebrow. He uses his psychic power on the creature.
Holy Fire erupts around the vampire lord, consuming him in an instant.
His screams echo through the night—and the remaining vampires hesitate.
A fatal mistake.
Liliana moves faster than before. Her figure is nothing but a blur of golden and white.
Her lance whirls through the air, a storm of flashing steel and molten destruction. Every swing cleaves through multiple foes, painting the battlefield in a rain of gore.
Desperate, the vampires unleash their magic, hurling spells in an attempt to slow her down.
It does nothing.
Their curses and sorceries flicker uselessly against her armor, negated by the Anti-Magi shield's distortions. Their spells are too slow, and their movements are too slow to keep up against her. They even try to change into a cloud of bats, but all of the bats are killed before they can run away.
This is the power of a Primarch.
And this is only the beginning.
She has not yet reached her peak. These vampires are nothing but stepping stones.
By the time the last enemy falls, she is soaked in blood, her white armor stained crimson.
She turns to Nathan. A subtle shift in her expression—pride, seeking approval. Like a loyal hound, eager for praise.
Nathan chuckles and places a hand on her back.
"Good job, Liliana."
His words carry warmth, pride, and happiness—and that alone makes her preen with satisfaction.
Unbeknownst to Nathan, his power [Loyalty Insurance] takes root deeper within her. Her already-growing emotions intensify—worship, devotion, love—rising at a tremendous speed.
Nathan then looks at the fortress in front of him.
"There are still pests inside," Nathan says. "And there are people to rescue."
"Yes!" she replies, eager.
The two enter the fortress.
In the underground depths, the remaining vampires attempt one last act of defiance—they seize the prisoners, attempting to use them as hostages.
Nathan waves his hand.
They burst into holy flame, reduced to ash before they can even react.
"Release them, Liliana," he commands. "I shall heal their bodies and minds."
"Yes, my lord!"
As she frees the captives, Nathan extends his power. A wave of golden light washes over them, healing not just their wounds but their minds and souls, erasing the torment inflicted upon them.
When it is done, he offers them a gentle smile.
"Let's get you all out of here."
And with that, the nightmare ends.