Even in the grim darkness of the underhive, faith can endure. The story of Father Lucian and his Novitiates is not one of heresy, but of a desperate struggle to maintain their sanctity in a world that would see them corrupted. They are a gang forged not in damnation, but in devotion.

A Saint's Trial

Father Lucian is a former Guardsman, a Sergeant in the Konig 33rd, he became a man of the Adeptus Ministorum, a priest of the Imperial faith, and his charges were the Novitiates, young women preparing to join the ranks of the Adepta Sororitas. Their mission was to spread the word of the Emperor and tend to the spiritual needs of a high-ranking merchant house in Hive Primus. But their privileged lives were shattered when a rival house, backed by a shadowy cult, enacted a vicious purge. Lucian's flock was targeted for their purity, and they were forced to flee into the festering depths of the underhive.

Stripped of their holy relics and the support of the Ministorum, they were thrust into a world of violence and decay. Yet, instead of succumbing to despair, they saw this as a trial from the Emperor. Their faith, once a quiet light, became a burning shield. The Novitiates, trained in self-defense and martial arts, learned to fight not out of malice, but out of a desperate need to protect their spiritual community. Their prayers became desperate pleas for the Emperor's guidance in the darkness, and their hymns were whispered amidst the clatter of scavenged weapons.

The Emperor's Vengeance

Father Lucian, though he bore no bolter or chainsword, was their rock. He taught them that the Emperor's will could be found in the strength of their convictions and in the brutal necessities of survival. Wielding his mace like one of the Holy Chaplains of the Astartes he crushes those who stand in his way, and drives his charges on to greater glory. When a Novitiate falls in combat, the gang will endeavour to retrieve her body, not to desecrate it with forbidden science, but to give her the Emperor's peace. Their gang is one of righteous fury, striking out at the heretics and mutants who prey on the weak. They are a beacon of Imperial light in the endless night of the underhive. Their re-purposed and scavenged armor and weapons, a visual testament to their ingenuity and their holy cause.

The Father and his Flock are not heretics. They are martyrs in the making, a testament to the unwavering faith of humanity in the Emperor. They are a gang that fights not for territory or wealth, but to survive long enough to one day return to the light and bring the Emperor's justice to those who cast them into the darkness. Their story is a reminder that even in the most corrupted places, the Emperor's light can still shine through, a light that cleanses and calls the faithful to arms.