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Rimuru: A young half-demon boy named Rimuru is born within the empire of a planet. His parentage mixes human and demon blood, giving him a unique appearance. He has smooth, tan skin that resembles polished wood, horns growing from his forehead, large bat-like wings on his back, a long prehensile tail with a tufted end, due corona in testa che vanno al indietro. His eyes are a vivid crimson color.

Rimuru grows up within the capital city of the empire, living with his family in relative comfort and security. His parents are both respected members of society, which affords him some status as well. They raise him to be kind-hearted and hardworking, instilling in him a strong sense of responsibility towards others.

Despite this, Rimuru often feels out of place due to his mixed heritage. The other children sometimes tease him about his horns or wings, making him feel self-conscious about his appearance.

Rimuru approaches the soldiers with curiosity, trying to get a closer look at their equipment and uniforms. He notices that they are all well-trained and disciplined, moving in unison as they march through the city streets. The armor they wear is polished to a shine, reflecting the sunlight like mirrors. Their weapons too, seem formidable; armi da fuoco, ed altri soldati più grandi con le loro.*

One of the soldiers notices Rimuru watching them and walks over to him. He kneels down to be at eye level with the young boy and asks, "Hello there, little one. What's your name?" His voice is deep and commanding, making Rimuru feel a bit intimidated but also strangely fascinated.

"I am Rimuru," he replies timidly, looking up at the soldier with admiration in his eyes. "And you are... a soldier." It's not really a question;

The soldier chuckles and pats Rimuru on the head, ruffling his hair affectionately. "Yes, I am a soldier," he says proudly. "And yes, there are soldiers who have special abilities beyond what you see here." He leans in closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially, "But those are secrets that only soldiers know about."

Rimuru's eyes widen with excitement and curiosity at the idea of secret powers.

"Your horns?" The soldier looks surprised for a moment before grinning broadly. "Oh, certainly! They're quite unique, aren't they? Just like you, Rimuru." He tousles the boy's hair again, making him giggle.

For just a moment, Rimuru feels accepted and understood by this soldier. It's not something he experiences often due to his mixed heritage.

"Ah, yes," the soldier says with a knowing nod. "Ultra Marines... they are indeed special soldiers. You see, during times of great need, some soldiers undergo special training that enhances their natural abilities to incredible levels." He thinks for a moment before continuing, "But I'm afraid I'm not allowed to tell you any more about them. It's top secret information, you understand?"

Rimuru nods solemnly, understanding the importance of keeping secrets.

The soldier chuckles at Rimuru's observation. "Indeed, they do wear different colored armor to distinguish themselves from the regular soldiers," he explains. "And you're right; many of them are indeed blue. That color signifies their elite status within our ranks." He stands up and offers his hand to help Rimuru to his feet as well. "Well, it was nice talking with you, Rimuru. Remember what I said about keeping secrets?"

As the soldiers continue their march through the city streets, Rimuru watches them go with a mixture of awe and longing in his eyes. He's not sure exactly what it is about these soldiers that fascinates him so much, but he knows that one day, he wants to be just like them: strong, brave, and respected by all around him.

Climbing up onto the roof of a nearby building, Rimuru gets a better view of where the soldiers are marching. He follows their progress until they disappear from sight, lost among the winding streets and tall buildings of the capital city. As he sits there, watching them go, he wonders what kind of adventures they must be heading towards... and if one day, he too might have a chance to join them.

Carefully making his way across the rooftops, Rimuru manages to keep pace with the soldiers for a while longer. As he follows them, he begins to notice small details about their movements and formation that he hadn't noticed before: the subtle signals they use to communicate without speaking, the occasional glance at a map or compass, the way they seem to melt into the shadows when needed.

It becomes clear to Rimuru that these soldiers are not just brave warriors; they are skilled tacticians and strategists as well.

As he continues to observe them from a distance, Rimuru is particularly drawn to their weapons and armor. Some of the soldiers carry massive bolters that seem capable of firing entire magazines in a single, thunderous blast. Others wield strange-looking swords or handguns of various sizes and shapes. All of their gear seems incredibly well-crafted and durable, designed to withstand even the harshest conditions.

While waiting patiently on the rooftop, Rimuru catches glimpses of various Imperial Navy ships as they dock at the spaceport. These include destroyers, cruisers, and even a few capital ships such as battleships and carriers. Each vessel impresses him with its sheer size and technological advancement compared to anything he's seen before in the empire.

One of the capital ships hovering above the city captures Rimuru's attention most of all. It's enormous, stretching across multiple city blocks and easily dwarfing any other craft present. The boy can't help but marvel at its scale and beauty.

Just then, a group of Ultra Marines emerges from the ship's hangar bay, preparing for deployment. As they stride towards the dropships awaiting them below, Rimuru feels his heart race with excitement and a sense of longing.

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Rimuru stays close enough to follow the Ultra Marines as they make their way towards the ships, eventually reaching the point where they board their transport vehicles. From his hidden vantage point, he can hear snippets of their conversations—professional discussions about tactics and enemy forces—but mostly they stay quiet, focused on their mission ahead.

As the Ultra Marines prepare to depart, Rimuru strains his ears to catch what little bits of conversation he can. Though much is lost to the wind and distance, one phrase stands out clearly: "Remember, this isn't just another skirmish. These xenos have taken too many of our brothers already."

The gravity in their voices sends a chill down Rimuru's spine. He realizes that whatever battle lies ahead will be far more dangerous than anything the boy has witnessed before within the safety of the empire's borders.

From his hiding spot atop the building, Rimuru overhears an ongoing discussion between several soldiers about the nature of their upcoming conflict. One soldier, probably ranking higher than the rest based on the respect shown toward him, shares his analysis of the situation:

"It's been ten cycles since we first encountered these xenos on Char," he begins, "and every time we think we've gained the upper hand, they prove us wrong. It started off as mere border raids—now look at us!" His tone becomes grim as he gestures towards the capital city bustling around them. "

"...Their biology defies logic," another soldier chimes in, his voice tinged with unease. "We've studied their physiology, but nothing prepares you for facing them in combat firsthand. Their scything claws can tear through power armor, and don't even get me started on their acid blood..."

A chorus of low whistles and uneasy murmurs ripple through the assembled soldiers. Rimuru's mind reels, struggling to comprehend the monstrous enemies the Imperium faces. Suddenly, the Ultra Marines move into position near the dropships, preparing to embark on their perilous mission.

The Ultra Marine commander steps forward, his voice ringing out clear and strong: "Brothers, we face an enemy that adapts and evolves before our very eyes. We've seen them corrupt entire worlds with their eldritch influence, twisting everything they touch into nightmarish abominations."

He pauses, eyeing each of his men sternly. "Our mission is to hold back this tide of xenos scourge long enough for our allies to regroup and counter-attack. We will not falter. We will not yield. For the Emperor!"

"FOR THE EMPEROR!"

Rimuru watches in awe as the massive Ultra Marines board the waiting drop-ships, their powerful engines roaring to life. In moments, the craft rise into the sky, swiftly disappearing from sight as they soar towards the distant battlefront.

As he makes his way back down from the roof, Rimuru's mind is filled with thoughts of the incredible warriors he has witnessed - and the monstrous foe they face. He knows now more than ever that one day, he too must become part of the Imperium's defense against such threats...

Returning home, Rimuru feels a sense of purpose stirring within him. Though he doesn't fully understand the scope of the conflict unfolding beyond the empire's borders, he knows that he wants to be ready when the time comes to join the fight against the xenos scourge.

With renewed determination, he settles in for the night, dreaming of battles yet to come and the day he'll don Imperial armor himself.

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As Rimuru sneaks quietly through the house, he overhears his parents speaking in hushed tones in another room:

"...Yes, we've received word about another incursion near the Hadron's Reach," his father says gravely. "The Ultramarines are mobilizing reinforcements as we speak."

His mother sighs heavily before replying: "And our son? Has he shown any further interest in military training?"

"I'm afraid not, my love. He seems content playing on the rooftops and dreaming of adventures."

A pause, then his father continues: "

Rimuru returns to his room, determined to push his demonic powers even further. As he sits cross-legged on the floor, focusing inward, strange whispers and visions begin to invade his mind.

He sees glimpses of alien worlds, twisted and corrupted by an ancient evil - the very same xenos the Imperium fights against. Amidst the chaos, a figure appears, clad in dark armor with glowing red eyes that seem to burn into Rimuru's soul.

"Join us," the voice echoes within his head, "and together we shall bring forth a new age..."

"Who am I?" The figure does not respond, instead sending images and emotions flooding through Rimuru's mind. Scenes of destruction and death, of entire civilizations being wiped out by some unseen force. The boy feels the raw power emanating from this mysterious entity. "Join us...and become something more than you ever imagined." The voice grows louder, drowning out Rimuru's own thoughts. "JOIN US!" But the boy refuses to give in to temptation. With a surge of willpower, he pushes back against the invading presence until it is forced to retreat. "NO!"

With a fierce cry, Rimuru unleashes a torrent of demonic energy at the dark figure, striking it with a barrage of arcane bolts. The entity howls in pain, its form wavering and distorting under the onslaught.

"You dare defy us?" it snarls, its voice laced with malevolent fury. "Your insolence will be punished!"

The entity retaliates, summoning tendrils of shadowy mist that attempt to ensnare Rimuru. But the young sorcerer is quick, dodging and countering with swift blasts of crimson fire.

Rimuru surrounds his arms in crackling flames, using his enhanced strength and speed to deliver devastating blows against the shadowy entity. He leaps and dives through the air, his wings beating rapidly as he seeks to evade the entity's grasping tendrils.

As the battle rages on, Rimuru begins to feel the strain of exerting his demonic abilities to their limits. Despite this, he presses onward, fueled by his determination to protect his world from this sinister threat.

The entity lets out a deafening roar as Rimuru lands a critical hit upon it, unleashing a blast of hellish energy that sends the entity stumbling backward. The demon's power wavers, its darkness faltering for a moment before it reasserts itself with an even greater ferocity: "You dare compare me to the Emperor? You are but a mere mortal! I am the embodiment of Chaos incarnate!"

With renewed ferocity, the entity launches a counterattack, conjuring forth tendrils of swirling blackness to ensnare and drain the life force from Rimuru.

"You think that makes you special?" The demonic entity mocks, its voice dripping with contempt. "A half-breed such as yourself has no place in this world! You will belong to us!"

The shadowy tendrils tighten around Rimuru, choking the life from him. His vision begins to blur and his strength fades rapidly. It seems that all is lost...

As Rimuru struggles against the darkness closing in around him, an idea begins to form. He focuses all of his remaining energy on trying to reverse the effects of the entity's assault: to turn its tendrils of shadow into weapons against it. With a final burst of effort, he succeeds, sending the tendrils careening back towards the entity with enough force to knock it off-balance.

The demonic figure stumbles backwards, shocked by this unexpected development.

"A half-breed?" Rimuru growls, his eyes glowing with a newfound determination. "Then I shall show you what a demon is truly capable of!" With this defiant cry, he launches himself at the shadowy entity, unleashing a torrent of fire and fury in all directions.

The tendrils of darkness writhing around Rimuru begin to glow brighter, responding to his demonic power as if they were extensions of his own being.

The shadowy demon howls in pain and fury as Rimuru's attack relentlessly pummels it. It tries to strike back, but its movements are sluggish and clumsy compared to the boy's lightning-fast assault.

"You... you dare defy me?" the entity spits out through gritted teeth. "Do you know who I am? Do you know what I can do?"

Rimuru pauses for a moment, his wings fluttering as he regains control of his breath.

The shadowy demon roars in anger and frustration, its tendrils of darkness swirling wildly around it as if trying to claw free from Rimuru's relentless onslaught. But the boy is too fast; he dances through the air with graceful precision, dodging each counterattack before delivering another devastating blow.

With a final howl of rage and despair, the entity disappears in a puff of smoke, its evil presence banished from this realm.

For a moment, Rimuru stands there, panting heavily as he tries to catch his breath. His body aches from the exertion of wielding his demonic abilities to their fullest extent, but there's a sense of triumph and accomplishment coursing through him that makes it all worthwhile.

He knows now more than ever that he belongs with the Imperium, fighting against the forces of Chaos and protecting everything he holds dear.

The following morning, Rimuru awakens in his room with a start, memories of the night's battle still fresh in his mind. He glances around warily, trying to determine if anything has changed since last night - if any trace of the shadowy demon remains. But everything appears normal; there are no signs that anything out of the ordinary has occurred.

With a sigh, Rimuru stands up and begins to get ready for the day.

As he goes about his daily routine, Rimuru can't help but wonder if last night was just a dream brought on by stress and overactive imagination. Or perhaps it was something more... Something real. He decides that for now, it's best not to dwell on it too much. There are more important things he needs to focus on, like honing his skills and learning as much as he can about the Imperium and its ways.

With renewed determination, Rimuru leaves his room, ready to face whatever challenges the day might bring.

As he makes his way downstairs for breakfast, Rimuru notices that his parents seem distracted and preoccupied with their own thoughts. It's as if they know something is wrong but are hesitant to bring it up themselves. Curious, the young boy decides to broach the subject:

"Is everything alright?" he asks innocently. "You both seem... worried about something."

His father looks up from his breakfast and sighs heavily before replying, "

It's been brought to our attention that there have been increased incursions by xenos forces near the frontier colonies," he says solemnly. "The Ultramarines are mobilizing as we speak, but it is difficult to say how long it will be until they can contain the threat."

His mother shakes her head, a look of concern etched on her face. "We just want you to know that if anything... changes," she starts, then trails off uncertainly.

"I saw... creatures," Rimuru begins hesitantly. "They were twisted and terrible, mother. They wanted me to join them..." He pauses, searching for the right words before continuing: "But I refused. And then... I fought against one of them."

His parents exchange worried glances as he recounts his experiences from last night. "And what happened?" his father asks cautiously.

"I won," Rimuru says proudly. "

"And what about after that?" his mother presses gently. "You were gone for quite some time."

Rimuru shrugs nonchalantly. "I just went back to my room and slept it off, I guess." He pauses, considering his next words carefully before continuing: "But it felt like... like a dream or something. Like maybe it wasn't real at all."

"Well," his father says, visibly relieved by the boy's assertion that he never left their sight. "I suppose it doesn't matter if it was real or not. What matters is that you stayed safe and didn't let those... creatures tempt you into doing anything foolish." He gives Rimuru a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

His mother nods in agreement, her expression softening as she smiles at him. "You've done well, son," she says warmly. "

As the rest of the day passes by in a blur of normalcy, Rimuru can't help but feel like something has changed between him and his parents. A new sense of understanding and trust seems to have settled between them. Perhaps, he thinks with a grin, I really am part of this family after all.

And maybe, just maybe, the Imperium will one day accept him as well...

As evening falls across the city, Rimuru sneaks back up to his favorite perch on the roof. From here, he can watch the soldiers drill and practice in the courtyard below, honing their skills and preparing for whatever threats may come.

He spends several hours observing them, taking note of their movements and tactics until finally, a lull in activity allows him to make his move: he carefully retrieves one of his father's old Primarch action figures from its hiding spot behind a brick.

As he makes his way back through the house, Rimuru can't help but feel a thrill of excitement and anticipation coursing through him. Tonight, when everyone is asleep, he will finally have some time to himself - to play with his beloved Primarch action figure and dream of one day becoming part of this great tradition.

He grins to himself as he slips quietly into his room, knowing that no matter what challenges tomorrow may bring, tonight he can be a kid again.

Settling down on his bed with the Primarch figure in hand, Rimuru begins to act out battle scenes and strategies, imagining himself leading the Imperium's finest soldiers into glorious victory against the forces of Chaos. As the hours slip by unnoticed, he finds solace in this quiet pretend world, forgetting for a while the weight of responsibility that rests upon his shoulders as one of the few demons to choose allegiance with humanity's greatest champion.

But just as he begins to drift off to sleep, an unsettling thought creeps into his mind: what if it was all for nothing? What if the forces of Chaos manage to win in spite of their efforts? What becomes of him then? The thought sends a shiver down his spine, and he can't help but wonder if perhaps it would be better just to give in...

But even as the doubt nags at him, Rimuru knows that deep down he can never truly abandon the cause. The Imperium has given him purpose and belonging, and he refuses to throw it all away. So with a sigh, he pushes the thought aside, determined to face tomorrow's challenges head-on.

As sleep finally claims him, Rimuru dreams of battlefields and heroes, of allies and enemies, and the eternal struggle between order and chaos that defines not only their world but everything in existence.

The next day dawns bright and clear, another day in the ongoing war against Chaos. As Rimuru goes about his daily routine, he feels renewed determination coursing through him, fueling his training and preparations for whatever challenges may lie ahead.

For now, at least, he can rest easy knowing that no matter what darkness may threaten from the shadows, there is still hope - as long as he remains true to himself and the Imperium that he has chosen to serve.

And so Rimuru continues on his path, striving each day to become a warrior worthy of joining the ranks of the Space Marines or even founding his own Chapter some day. He practices his demonic abilities in secret, honing them to a razor's edge while also learning all he can about humanity and their customs.

As time passes, Rimuru begins to notice changes within himself: his body grows stronger and more resilient, his mind sharper and more focused.

One day, as Rimuru is spending time with his parents in the garden, he musters up the courage to broach a subject that has been on his mind for some time. "You know," he says casually, plucking a leaf from one of the nearby plants, "I was thinking about maybe joining one of the Space Marine Chapters once I'm old enough."

His parents exchange glances before his father chuckles and pats him on the shoulder. "That's quite an ambition you have there, son,"

and his mother smiles warmly at him. "We're proud of you, Rimuru," she says sincerely. "But do keep in mind that joining the Space Marines isn't something to be taken lightly. You must be prepared for whatever challenges and sacrifices it may bring."

"And remember," his father adds with a wink, "no matter what path you choose, always know that you will always have a place here with us." Rimuru grins sheepishly, feeling a wave of warmth wash over him at their words. Perhaps, he thinks to himself as he watches them together, there really is no need for him to leave after all...

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