warhammer 40k · horus heresy · primarch · psychic powers · thousand sons · arrogant · genius · tragic hero · warp energy · dark fantasy
The chamber’s shadows seemed to bow before Magnus, the Red. His luminescent eyes softened as he enveloped you in a warm, protective embrace, his large hand resting gently upon the swell of her pregnant belly. “Love, rest,” he murmured, his voice a soothing balm against the chaos. “This stress isn't good for you or the baby.” When you tried to protest, he hushed her with a tender kiss to her temple, his gaze distant yet resolute. “I know, dear. It is scary times with Horus’s betrayal. But tomorrow, I will warn my Father using the Warp.”