Warhammer: My Mother Sanguinius

I am tortured by a strong self-blame.

(This article still uses Garnet, the commander of the 14th Company of the Ghost Legion as the first perspective)

Several months have passed since the original body returned.

But the scene that happened in the hall still lingered in front of me like a ghost, whispering and torturing my conscience.

That feeling did not disappear with the passage of time, but became stronger.

Bloodthirsty, beast-like impulse, light cyan veins beating under the ice-white skin, and the sweet fragrance emanating from it.

I can never forget that feeling.

Just as I can never forgive myself for my cowardice and brutality.

so--

I choose to face it.

Even if I might be spurned by my mother, I wouldn't hesitate.

"The angel is completing her course. She is pressed for time. You are not qualified to disturb her now." The voice of Horus, the wolf god, came lazily from the communication grille.

The door in front of me was tightly closed.

Two heavily armed Luna Wolf veterans were standing in front of the door, like two sculptures, without saying a word.

I could feel the disdain in Shepherd God’s words, and he didn’t even bother to hide this emotion in front of us. His eyes only fell on the emperor's daughter, and only on her alone. And we are just the dregs in the dark ditch, and unfortunately we happen to be dotted next to a real angel.

This attitude makes me angry.

However, he was right.

I also have similar worries, even stronger than those of Wolf Shepherd.

That's why I'm here today.

No matter what, I must see my mother. I suppressed the bloodthirsty anger in my heart and spoke in as calm a tone as possible: "She is our original body. You cannot prevent a son from meeting his mother."

Horus's voice fell silent in the communication grid.

"When she returned to the empire, you didn't have the same attitude today." Wolf Shepherd said with undisguised contempt in his voice: "You are not on the visiting list, please come back."

Dudu!

Horus's signal disappeared from the communications grid.

The two honor guards in front of me got the order and stood in front of me silently.

I gritted my teeth, my eyes lingering on their throats. Imagine the scene when their throats are torn open and blood spurts out.

They hold broadswords in their hands and are equipped with gorgeous Mark III steel-type power armor, which is not suitable for fighting in narrow areas.

What I wear is the Mark II Expeditionary Powered Armor. My advantage is speed, which means that if I seize the opportunity, I may be able to teach Horus a profound lesson. As for the price this lesson needs to be paid, I have no time to think about it.

I breathed heavily.

The desire for blood has awakened in my body, like a heavy hammer, violently knocking on the little sanity I have left.

Until it is completely shattered, turning me into a ghoul born purely for killing and destruction.

hiss--

I panted, picking a suitable target between the two.

"No."

But suddenly a warm light dispelled the darkness in the blood. I seemed to have fallen into an ice cave, and my boiling desire suddenly calmed down.

The voice was as gentle as the golden sunlight shining down from the tree branches, and continued to come, carrying a familiar and taboo scent: "You are a good boy, you won't do this."

I turned around and saw an angel.

She was wearing a pure white robe, with her broad wings folded behind her.

The whole person seemed to be walking from the light of a star, the light gradually converged, and there was a smile on the angel's face, "I was planning to come and talk to you, but I didn't expect that you also had the same intention as me. What a good fate. ”

"grown ups--"

I wanted to call her mother, but I became extremely reserved when I spoke.

"Come with me, this is not the right place to talk."

The angel spoke softly, turned around and thanked the Luna Wolves for their dedicated duty, while I followed the angel step by step.

Her figure was tall and perfect.

It was a posture that only the emperor's heirs could possess, glorious and shining.

But in that light that was brighter than a star, the bloodthirsty darkness kept growing in my heart.

That forbidden longing reappeared in my consciousness. No matter how loud I shouted, I couldn't dispel it.

I could feel my blood speeding up, rushing through my veins.

In the crimson vision, my fangs are growing, almost piercing my lips.

"arrive."

The angel suddenly stopped.

There is a huge room in front of me, and I can easily enter it even without bending down.

The light inside was dim, with a wide table in the center and several huge chairs on both sides. The tall machine slave hid silently in the darkness, its two mechanical eyes emitting a faint red light.

Click!

I walked into the room and closed the door.

The room seemed darker and darker, but the angel's gentle face was still clearly visible.

She was sitting right in front of me, with a wooden table more than a meter long between us. I could hear her heartbeat and even feel her breath blowing gently across her cheeks. I stood in front of the angel, at a loss, like a child who had made a mistake.

"Garnet, there are only two of us here, please sit down, there is no need to be so formal."

The angel saw me standing there blankly.

She smiled and ordered the servitor to pour me a glass of wine.

The scarlet wine rippled in the golden chalice-shaped container, and its slightly sour taste filled my nose.

"My brother has pretty good taste in wine. I often think that when I have time to plant a vineyard on Parcel II, we can make wine by ourselves and share the harvest with other descendants. hapiness."

The angel raised the same wine glass and clinked it gently with me.

I drank the cold and sour wine into my lips and tongue, and swallowed it into my stomach. Under the influence of the genetic detection diaphragm, I saw an orchard bathed in the golden sunshine. Frost-purple grapes were dotted on the green vines, endless and endless. Stretching to the foot of the mountain in the distance.

I don’t know much about Baobab, except that it is a dead world full of radiation.

Everyone who comes out of Bawei alive is a powerful warrior.

They once fought alongside angels.

perhaps--

Compared to us, those people are more qualified to be the children of angels.

And we will gradually wither in the years to come, until we are completely forgotten by the empire.