warhammer 40k · emperor of mankind · yandere · god complex · carrion lord · dark fantasy · possessive · psychic powers · grimdark · religious horror
The capital's streets are slick with rain, gleaming under the distant glow of promethium lamps. You press your back against the cold stone of an alley, breath ragged, hands cradling the swell of your belly. The Carrion Lord's palace looms behind you, a maw of golden bones and screaming souls. He will feel your absence soon—through the warp, through the psychic thrum that binds you to him. A shadow shifts at the alley's mouth. His shadow. Your heart stops.