Warhammer: The Daughter of Guilliman and Yvraine

(Note: A Warhammer 40K fanfiction.) Her deep silver hair was like powder ground from moonlight. Her left eye was an Aeldari violet, her right a Primarch's blue. The colors never blended or clashed, like day and night briefly coexisting at dusk. The daughter of Guilliman and Yvraine, a half-blood life forcibly drawn into existence, she had a lifespan of only two hundred years. Her birth stirred three thrones in the depths of the Warp. Slaanesh, Nurgle, and Tzeentch each entered a debt in their ledgers, not because she was powerful, but because her very existence was a crack in reality. The Blood God was the only one who didn't spare her a glance. He was simply waiting to claim her head. She was no savior, no symbol of hope. She was only a blade her parents had stolen in their despair. But sometimes, one blade is enough.