Codex Maledictus | Warhammer 40K Lore: Mutoid Vermin | Entry II: Origin - The Parasite Becomes

Описание: This entry records the moment parasites ceased to be incidental.

The Mutoid Vermin are not daemons. They are not beasts elevated by blessing. They are the result of failure. A Geller Field compromised. A boundary thinned. The smallest lifeforms aboard an Imperial voidship exposed to saturation they were never meant to endure.

Rats. Fleas. Maggots. Insects that lived in bilges and waste systems long before corruption arrived.

When the Gellerpox spread through the generators of the New Dawn, these organisms did not flee the Warp. They did not resist it. They aligned.

Hunger accelerated. Biology remembered. Structure followed.

Cursemites, Eyestinger Swarms, and Sludge Grubs emerged not as soldiers, but as inevitabilities. Their forms reflect the function they always served. Infiltration. Consumption. Persistence. They did not gain intellect. They gained permission.

Within the Death Guard ecosystem, these creatures are cultivated rather than commanded. They are vented, released, and allowed to spread as living contamination. A first wave meant to erode morale, compromise machinery, and soften flesh before the Legion advances. They are not meant to survive. They are meant to arrive.

This transmission preserves the truth beneath the event the Codex names The Becoming. There was no single moment of transformation. Only the instant the small things stopped pretending to be harmless.

Nurgle did not conquer them. He recognized them.

This entry continues the Codex Maledictus commentary on Warhammer 40,000, written from within the universe and grounded in established lore surrounding the Gellerpox Infected, Death Guard fleet ecology, and the techno organic failure of voidcraft. What is recorded here reflects known mechanisms, not metaphor.

Now consider this.

If corruption does not require belief, only exposure, what else aboard an Imperial vessel is already waiting?

If hunger can become inheritance, what else has been fed long enough to remember the taste?

And if the smallest organisms are the first to align, what does that say about the fate of everything larger?

Record your thoughts below. The Codex Maledictus observes what is repeated.