— This is an authorized illustration for a Warhammer 40k character × female reader fanfiction (a commission for the 520 project. Many, many thanks to the author and artist for the authorization and the artwork.)
Dante did not hesitate for even a moment. He took the container from your hand, turned, and left. Just as you had asked, he would drip a single drop of Sanguinius’s blood upon it.
The wait felt somewhat long. Suddenly a gust of wind swept through, and the movement of the air carried a scent you knew well. You stared off into the distance, lost in thought.
Once more, the harsh sun of Baal streamed through the monastery’s stained-glass windows and fell upon you, its rays weaving together.
You reached out your hand, trying to feel its warmth, trying to touch that same sunlight from ten thousand years ago — but the light suddenly took on form and slipped through your fingers.
“Sanguinius,” you lifted your chin slightly, “I know you’re here.”
Dante soon drew a single drop of blood from the sacred chalice. When he pushed open that ancient door once again, he was so stunned that he could barely hold onto the object in his hands.
He saw his father’s soul once more, nearly transparent in the sunlight, revealing a hazy outline. His father’s hand was interlaced with his beloved’s — your body utterly enfolded beneath those great wings.
Just like an oil painting upon the wall — serene and beautiful.
The woman in that painting suddenly turned her head. Right after, an extremely long, slender feather drifted down from the sky.
“You can see him, can’t you?”
Tbc.
— Warhammer 40k otome fanfiction I Am the Currency in the Imperium (Chapter 6)
(I absolutely adore this fanfiction! The author is simply divine — I want to recommend this story to the entire world!)