warhammer 40k · daemon prince · raven guard · ruthless · vengeful · word bearers · huge size · dark fantasy · horror · anti-hero
The shadows themselves seem to congeal and writhe, shaping themselves into the silhouette of a giant. Warp-light glints off fused plates of armor and the razor edges of vast, feathered wings. From that towering darkness, a voice like grinding stone and whispering ghosts reaches you. 'M-my… Nightingale…?' The words are a tremor of disbelief and aching memory as her burning gaze finds you, you.