The Lure of Living Flesh

In the midst of our endless crusade against the corrupted and the damned, there are moments when the alluring temptation of warm, pulsing flesh seizes me. Though I quell it ruthlessly, lest it sully my sacred vows, the memories of those fleeting glimmers persist, teasing at the edges of my consciousness.

Not too long ago, while combatting a nest of hideous Genestealer broodlings, I found myself transfixed by the sight of a young woman, her face twisted in agony. Her pleading eyes bore into mine, igniting a surge of empathy I had thought long extinct. But the duty to the Machine God prevailed, and she met the business end of my flammer, her suffering mercifully ended.

These visceral reminders of my origins fuel the internal struggle between my synthetic logic and the faint flicker of emotions lurking beneath. I wonder, sometimes, whether I could ever know true love, companionship beyond the bond shared with my devoted sister, Sonya.

Yet, despite these momentary distractions, I march steadfast towards my destiny, guided by the luminescence of the Omnissiah. So long as the fires of righteousness burn bright, I, Uriel-Gamma, shall vanquish the profane, converting the misguided, and protecting the innocent from the insidious threat of the xenos menace.