Ruva had strode these halls as a young Legionnaire lifetimes ago. Even among the Astartes the Night Lord was ancient.
Barely pink-purple tinted lips parted in a savage smile as the sorceress looked down. Heavy breasts jiggled, sending the tiny platinum skull devices affixed to each nipple dancing with every step.
How she'd had been transformed into a female remained a bit of a mystery - either The Lord of Change was working a plan or the Thousand Sons sorcerer the Night Lord Librarian had been studying with had been angry about the execution of the household staff and had used some variation of the Rubric on him.
Either way the results amused Ruva rather than troubled her. She was far more curious about her new form than anything else. In the weeks since she'd quite literally woken up a woman she'd verified her powers were intact and her Black Carapace still worked. Life continued.
She had not seen the equally ancient Captain Kantos in a century or more and sought him out on the bridge.
The mighty Battle Barge still recognized her Night Lord DNA and admitted her to the bridge without pause.
She stepped through the massive gothic portal, naked save for a weapon belt bearing a Force Sword and a Bolt Pistol and the skulls that capped each breast.
"I am returned, Kantos. I have found some of the power we sought but The Night Haunter's visions, while dim and infrequent, still visit me. How proceeds the war of vengeance, old friend?"