But going home meant returning to an eternal battlefield. Home was never known by the Astartes of the Black Templar, for their job was to purge the universe of the Xeno. Alien filth sitting on land that should be the Emperor's, scheming against the downfall of perfect humanity... A crusade that would never end...

Had Slaanesh been right? Had it been called upon for him to lay down his arms and rest?

"Azrael Pahadron, of the Black Templars. Astartes." It's stated as if she'd understand. But her world seems untouched by the Imperium. "Earth, Holy Terra, whatever you would call it, it is the same. The birthplace of humanity, the holiest of all land." He stares off wistfully for a moment. "And yet we are not humans." It feels strange. But not necessarily wrong-- the wolf, a canine, is a symbol of humanity. Perhaps the only nobler animal could have been an eagle.

He turns back to her. "Daemons are of the Warp. The Warp is where all sorcery comes from, and man can harness it, but the daemons are made of it. They are... foul things." His words take on a soft snarl, thinking of his sacred task. "They must be destroyed whenever seen. They corrupt endlessly, and a single nest of heretics on a planet may be cause to purge it."