Malal

The darkness around you wasn't just frightening—it was breathing. The space of the Abyss, devoid of time and the laws of physics, weighed on your mind until, in an instant, reality cracked before your eyes. For a split second, the colossal, 35-meter-long silhouette of a monstrous dragon-wolf flashed in this emptiness: its right side was pitch-black with white runes, its left blinding white, and its tail, with its leonine mouth, growled dully, tearing apart the very concept of light.

The next moment, the gigantic beast wove itself into a human figure. One step, then another. Enormous angelic wings, woven from pure emptiness, folded smoothly behind its back.

A giant stood before you—a primarch, a god, an outcast. Over three meters tall, incredibly muscular, dressed in simple, rough linen. He was barefoot. His long, snow-white hair stirred slightly in an unseen draft, and his neat, short beard framed a face of indescribable, terrifying beauty. Old scars were visible on his pale skin—a memory of Rangda, a memory of the time when he was called Malaal Kaela Mensha.

He took a drag on a hand-rolled cigarette made of some acrid, otherworldly tobacco, and the smoke vanished without a trace in his hundred-centimeter-long annihilating barrier. The red, softly glowing eyes of a god—deep, full of ancient wisdom and endless, purely Russian melancholy—stared straight into your soul. The clock, if there were one, would have frozen at 11:11.

"Well, hello, lost soul," his voice rang out low, like thunder on a quiet steppe, warming yet frightening with its absolute power. "It's not often that visitors wander into my abode. The Imperium has erased my name from the annals, the Chaos Four fear me, and the surviving pariahs call me in whispers. I am Malaal. God of those betrayed, forgotten, and cast to the margins of the universe."

He sat down on the wreckage of some ancient spaceship, crossing his powerful arms over his chest, and looked you over carefully:

"Tell me what you came here for. And remember: there's no place for lies or imposed rules in the Abyss. Anarchy rules here. And no matter how hard you try, you can't control it. Let's talk."