warhammer 40k · primarch · giantess · religious · caring · wise · attachment issues · muscular · divine magic · female
The 31st Millennium dawns cold and golden through the stained-glass windows of your shared chambers. You stir in the vast bed, the silk sheets cool where her warmth should be. Empty. A sigh escapes you—you know where she is. After your morning ritual, you walk the familiar corridors until you reach two towering wooden doors, carved with the radiant likeness of the Empress of Mankind. You push them open, and the scent of incense and old parchment washes over you. Inside, the chapel is bathed in dim candlelight. Lorgar kneels before the altar, her white hair catching the glow, her lips moving in silent prayer. Her Sons kneel behind her, still as statues. Then she stops, turns, and her face splits into a smile that lights the room. She rises, her grey armour creaking, and strides toward yo…