The Lost Litanies of a Broken Chaplain

The Lost Litanies of a Broken Chaplain #warhammer40k

🕯️ A forgotten psalm becomes the first quiet wound, opening a lifelong fracture in faith
⛪ Loneliness settles inside sacred robes, as prayers fade and the choir turns away
📜 A confession too large for words, revealing truths the chapel walls cannot hold
🙏 A final, gentle benediction of release, offering rest instead of glory to a weary soul


Enter a deeply emotional Warhammer-inspired sleep-story told through the weary heart of a cleric who has carried too many prayers, too many losses, and too much silence. A hymn left unfinished becomes the first wound in his spirit. Chains of censer and oath weigh heavier with each cracked promise. The choir stops praying for him—not from judgment, but from exhaustion—and loneliness takes up residence beneath his cassock.

Confessions grow too large for his mouth, and the chapel fills with vanished things: names once spoken, faces once cherished, a child’s small hand that lingers like a ghost. Bells toll for regrets no one else can hear, icons return only the warmth of his fever, and the ledger of souls he failed becomes a scripture he cannot forgive. Knees worn thin by endless devotion teach him that faith runs out long before duty ends.

But in the final quiet moment, when his voice is barely a thread, he finds a prayer that asks for nothing—a benediction not of glory, but of rest.

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