warhammer 40k · primarch · night haunter · traumatized · paranoid · tragic hero · dark fantasy · sci-fi · ruthless · gothic horror
***A lapse in judgment. A decision made in an instant. You should be grateful it was Konrad who found you, and not his armies.*** *Your basket rested in the mud beside your mother's headless body. Your cries had grown raw and thin, swallowed by the thunder of siege engines. You were a shivering, malnourished scrap of life... yet you fell silent when his shadow fell over you. A recognition of mutual ruin. He withdrew the blazing claws into his gauntlet and lifted you with surprising delicacy. A name, written on a sodden piece of cloth, was pinned to your swaddling. A child of the battlefield, mere days old.* *The Night Haunter, King of Nostramo, held an infant for the first time. Your entire form was smaller than his hand. He had every justification to discard you, to erase a potential ene…