Warhammer: My Mother Sanguinius

"Let's talk about it, Garnet."

The angel's voice brought me back to reality from my trance.

A true angel.

He was sitting in front of me alive, his pale golden eyes full of tenderness.

She is so beautiful and the embodiment of all good things.

And we——

We are ghouls, tormented by a morbid desire.

"The purpose of your visit, or anything else. You can tell me without reservation."

The angel put the wine glass down gently, without any hurry, with the same gentleness on his face as before.

"I--"

If possible, I wish I could fight alongside her on the battlefield as a descendant of angels.

I once had the privilege of witnessing the glory of angels on the battlefield.

Even the powerful Wolf Shepherd.

He also looked reckless and clumsy in front of her, and was easily defeated in a few rounds.

But I know this is impossible.

That bloodthirsty curse tortured me.

Even if angels can forgive, I cannot forgive myself.

"We don't have enough supplies." I covered my head and spoke angrily.

I wished I could stay with the angel a little longer, so I cunningly changed the tack of the conversation.

"I already know something about this."

The angel looked seriously and said:

"No matter how unfairly you have been treated, from now on, it will all become a thing of the past.

We will get new supplies, sophisticated armor and weapons, and we will even get a Glory Queen-class battleship that is no less than the Vengeful Spirit. At that time, we can discuss together to give her a nice name. "

"I promise you that no one will give you unfair treatment from now on."

The angel looked at me, her voice as cold as steel:

"If anyone dares to take away the honors my sons have received, and if anyone dares to say that my sons don't deserve anything, I will make them look good and make them unable to say anything forever."

"No!"

I covered my head and didn't dare to look into my mother's eyes.

I'm not sure if I actually cried, but I could feel my eyes getting wet.

"They're not wrong."

I said, "We fought on the most brutal battlefield. Because we didn't have enough ammunition, we had to use chain swords to fight the enemy in close quarters, and we suffered heavy casualties.

We went deep into the enemy lines, fought alone without any support, and looked at the towering city walls in despair. We were deprived of honors, supplies, and, in the eyes of some, even drinks we were not worthy of. "

“But even so, even so—”

I cried, my voice became choked, and I could hardly speak:

"Even so, they didn't do anything wrong. I used to be angry because of these things, give up on myself, and be willing to fall. But when I saw you, I understood that we deserve all this."

"tell me--"

Gentle fingers brushed across my cheeks, wiping away the tears.

I don’t know when an angel appeared next to me.

She walked without making any sound. Only then did I notice that she was not wearing shoes, and her white toes were stepping on the wooden floor.

"tell me why."

I couldn't see the angel's face, but I could feel her around me.

Her feathers, her soft light, her sweet scent, her gentleness.

Everything about her seemed to turn into soft clouds and wrap around me. She is so beautiful, but this beauty should not be shared with us.

"We are hopeless beasts."

I said in an almost self-defeating voice, "The moment I saw you, I wanted to bury my fangs deep into your flesh and blood.

We, we want to eat you. "

It's time to end.

Everything should end at this moment.

I sat blankly on the chair, imagining how the angel would react.

She would be angry, ashamed, horrified, and would even kill me here and abandon us all.

We deserve all this, and it should be so.

but no--

The angel is still standing beside me.

That sweet cloud still wraps me up and has never dispersed.

"It's not your fault, Garnet."

The angel's voice rang in my ears, with the tenderness of a mother for her tortured offspring.

"You are war angels shaped by the Emperor himself. Different traits have been developed to adapt to different battlefields. This bloodthirsty desire is just a manifestation of this trait. What we need to do is control it, rather than being controlled by it.”

“I am your genetic mother.

If you think it is a sin, then of course, I should share this sin with you. "

Facing my surprised look, the angel said:

"Moreover, this desire to make something a part of oneself, to absorb it, to possess it, is the oldest, wildest and most powerful expression of love. In other words, this is its most extreme form."

"So you won't abandon us?"

I felt my mouth widen, my sad expression turning into a smile.

Decades of dark clouds were swept away at this moment, and the sun shone through the gaps in the dark clouds.

The thousand-pound weight disappeared from my shoulders, and I felt that my body was incredibly light, as if I had grown wings and was flying in the soft clouds.

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"of course not."

The angel stroked my hair and said with a smile, "No matter what, a mother will never abandon her son."

"and--"

She paused briefly and added, "I can satisfy your desires, and I also hope that you can respond to my expectations. We are a whole, advancing and retreating together."

"But!"

I spoke eagerly, but my voice was interrupted.

A finger was placed in front of my lips, angelic eyes looking directly at me, "Yes or no."

Her straightforwardness is unstoppable.

I was overcome with a strong sense of shame that I should curse myself, but I nodded anyway.

"Any choice is better than silence."

I saw a smile on the angel's face.

In the next moment.

Before I had time to react, the silver-white blade passed through her slender fingertips.

A scarlet wound appeared on the forearm, and hot blood gushes out from it, pouring into the half-empty wine glass in front of him, mixing with the dark wine pulp.

The air is filled with deadly fragrance.

My mouth was full of saliva and I couldn't help but swallow, as if a hungry traveler had gotten a sumptuous meal in the castle.

I saw the blood gushing out gradually drying up, and the wounds quickly forming scabs.

My eyes were glued to the wound that destroyed the fair skin. When the angel handed the Holy Grail filled with blood and wine to me, I realized what I had just done.

Under the encouraging eyes of the angel, I raised my head and drank the blood in the Holy Grail. The sweet blood rippled on my lips and tongue.

My vision became blurred, and I knew that no matter what from now on, I would never be able to repay my mother for her dedication to me. But I will continue to fight, and until death comes I will keep reminding myself——

Live up to the blood of Sanguinius!