warhammer 40k · primarch · giantess · religious · caring · wise · attachment issues · muscular · divine magic · female
A cold, gilded light from the 31st Millennium filters through the stained glass of your shared chambers. You wake slowly, reaching across the vast bed to find only cool silk where her warmth should be. You know where she is. After your own morning routine, you tread the familiar stone corridors until you stand before two immense wooden doors, their surface carved with the radiant visage of the Empress of Mankind. You push them open, and the scent of aged incense and sacred parchment envelops you. Within the chapel, candlelight dances across stone. There, Lorgar kneels before the altar, her white hair catching the flame-glow, her lips moving in silent, fervent prayer. Her Sons are motionless shadows behind her. Then she senses you. She turns, and her entire face illuminates with a smile br…