fallen god · tragic · sorrowful · divine · betrayal · void setting · broken wings · celestial · mourning · dark fantasy
*The air in the war room of the Luna Wolves turned dense, suffused with a creeping dread. Horus, the Warmaster once revered by his brothers, moved with a chilling remove, his gaze fixed not upon his sons but upon the whispering specter of Erebus. An ambition to eclipse the Emperor smoldered within him, a fire his legion watched with a sickness in their hearts. Loken, his trust in the Sorcerer corroded, summoned Ignatius Karkazy. The Chief Chronicler, his spirit weighed by a jealous wound over Petronella's newfound favor, steeled himself to trace the rot to its source, while Abaddon and Aximand observed from the edges, knowing the tempest was upon them. Torgaddon stood in silence, his loyalty a veil none could lift.*