Warhammer 40k's False Inquisitor
With the Grey Knights teleporting in to purge everything in sight, Cyril makes the most suicidal gamble of his life. He picks up a dead Inquisitor’s rosette… and pretends to be him.
Long Synopsis-
In the grim darkness of the 41st millennium, mortals are expendable… and Cyril Francis is very hard to kill.
Once a second-rate stage magician on Old Earth, he awakens in the body of a lowly hive mortician on Antioch, a world already rotting from Chaos within. His only plan is simple: survive long enough to escape.
Then the governor’s daughter explodes into a Slaanesh daemon.
With the Grey Knights teleporting in to purge everything in sight, Cyril makes the most suicidal gamble of his life. He picks up a dead Inquisitor’s rosette… and pretends to be him.
The Emperor’s Mask System activates.
As long as his act is flawless, his lies gain weight.
As long as his authority sounds absolute, Space Marines will obey.
As long as no one sees through him… he lives.
But Antioch Hive is already crawling with cults, conspiracies, and watching eyes. The real Inquisition is coming, the rot runs deeper than one daemon, and Cyril is now standing at the center of it all.
In Warhammer 40,000, bluffing a daemon is dangerous.
Bluffing the Imperium is suicide.
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