Inquisitor Seraphia Credelle Greybrand finds herself thrust into the grim darkness of a world that even the most hardcore of the Lore Nuts would avoid, the Warhammer 40,000 universe. Born on a hive world near Terra, with a rather low standing in the society, her life takes an unexpected turn when her latent psyker abilities attract the local authority's wrath and led to her being boarded on one of the 'Black Ships.' Her surprisingly high talent for the art caught the attention of the Inquisition. Graduating from the Schola Progenium and overcoming suspicion of heresy, she becomes an Acolyte under Inquisitor Kuralua Vortus-Sterbe. After her master, Inquisitor Sterbe, somehow got lost in the warp, dumping the mantel of Ordo Xeno Inquisitor on the shoulders of an unsuspecting Greybrand. Will she survive? Or perhaps she would fall to the darkness. Read to find out! =*= Note: This fanfiction focuses on day-to-day life of an Inquisitor aided by the 'System' rather than following a coherent plot. =*= =*= Disclaimer: Warhammer 40,000 and its associated intellectual property are owned by Games Workshop. This work is a piece of fanfiction created by the author, and it is not endorsed by Games Workshop. No copyright infringement is intended. This fanfiction is intended solely for non-commercial purposes. It is a creative work inspired by the Warhammer 40,000 universe, and any references to characters, settings, or events from the original material are used in a transformative manner. Any financial support received from patrons is considered a donation to the author's creative efforts, not a commercial transaction. =*=