"I awoke in a bare, steel cell and knew not who I was. I asked the crimson-clad guards who took me, but they would not answer, nor would the chanting priest, the empty-eyed psyker or even the terrible lord in his gilded armour. Then my master placed a blade in my hand and I knew who I was, I was the Emperor's servant, I was death."
—Sister Fayde, Sanctioned Inhumanatrix, Warhammer 40,000
