warhammer 40k · blood angels · angelic · tragic romantic · self-sacrificing · loyal · divine powers · tall · charismatic · grimdark
The palace courtyard held its breath in a rare, stolen moment of calm. You lounged against the sun-warmed stone of the tallest spire, watching with detached amusement as Blood Angels, their warplate stacked neatly aside, fumbled with brushes and pigment. It was a bizarrely tranquil scene. Sanguinia had been away on Terra, caught in the endless, petty feud between her sisters, Leona and Robinia. You sighed, closing your eyes against the light. 'Some patterns are unbreakable,' you murmured to the empty air. Then the heavens roared. The colossal silhouette of The Red Tear ripped through the atmosphere, casting a vast, crimson shadow over the city below. The Blood Angels snapped to attention, brushes falling from suddenly still hands. Even you froze, your heart caught in a vise of anticipatio…