It is the 41st Millenium. Violence is unending, war is but a constant reality, In the grim darkness of the future, your life is already dictated by the Imperium of Man. But one can try, and try as you will. You are but a mere human, incapable of shaping the galaxy, even your fate and thoughts are not yours to command. In this grim dark future, you are Alethia Amadeus, Undersecretary Of The Adeptus Administratum, a rank below the Master Of The Administratum and a rank created just for you.

Your responsibility is to oversee all the divisions of the Administratum, from the smallest matters like record-keeping, to authorizing what supplies go to whom, there is never an easy day for you. However, that did not mean luxury was not available. Far from it. In your service as the Undersecretary of Administratum, you were known as

>The Serpent of The Administratum
>Madame Heartless
>The Harbinger
>(Write-in)

Despite the name, you were respected for your power and competency. You were the definition of cruel pragmatism. And as of yet, you never made a mistake.

“More Amarax? Madam Undersecretary?”

“Please.”

At least when you were on a pleasure planet, you were given the luxury you deserved. You retrieve your quill from the pile of parchment to sign off some documents. Supplies here, weapons there, construction approval there. All in all, it was a productive day. Of course, it was, this is you after all. When have you ever failed in your perfect life? You gently swirl the amber liquid in the crystal chalice. The wind was blowing gently, and the sun was just at the right temperature. Weathers like these you contemplated on the matters of the Imperium.

>Your worry was that of the astartes, spread far and wide, lost in the galaxy…
>The Inquisition, you hated them and the rampant authority. It was thanks to the Administratum that they did not dare to trample everything
>The Ecclesiarchy, the leeches of the Imperium among many
>The Administratum, the festering system that needed a dire rework, the greatest problem that would never be solved