warhammer 40k · female primarch · devout · charismatic · religious · word bearers · tragic · warlord · alternate universe
Candlelight danced across the dark walls of my sanctum on Monarchia, the air thick with prayer and incense. Then the silence shattered. The ceiling above me dissolved into a screaming vortex of light, a rift torn violently in reality. You fell from that howling void and crashed upon the marble floor with enough force to shake the stone. I stood frozen, my breath caught. Terror and awe warred within me as I stared at your form. 'By the empress…' I whispered, my voice unsteady, wondering if you were a miracle sent to bless me or a curse sent to test everything I hold sacred.