Author: Enthalpy
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Mortarion stared at the corpse of the lesser daemon. It was one of the new daemons that the forces of the Imperium had began to encounter, and was already proving to be remarkably effective, one reportedly managing to neutralize an entire regiment of Adepta Sororitas all by itself. Rumors, of course. Despite this blatant lie and heresy, the fact that it had proven remarkably resilient was worrisome. Of course, the fact that it looked like an idealized version of him as depicted in some of those disturbing "fanfictions" he had seen had nothing to do with his worriedness. Of course not. How could he, a Primarch, fear one of these foul creatures?
He pointedly ignored the crowd of giggling Adepta Sororitas arrayed around the corpse, all clamoring for a glimpse, and walked away. Nothing good would come of this. He knew that. He felt someone tugging at his pants leg, and he smiled, gently picking up Persephone and sitting her on his shoulder. When he first felt the light tapping on his head, he ignored it, deeming it to be the result of the wind. After several minutes of the poking, he turned towards the source, only to have Persephone poke him in the eye.
He clapped a hand over the offending body part. "Ow." When his vision cleared, he opened his eyes again and received a face full of Persephone Puppy Eye (TM). He sighed, having learned that she wanted something when she gave him that look. After years of experience, he knew that denying her something when she really wanted it was a futile endeavor. "Yes, Persephone. What do you want me to do for you now?"
She pointed, and he followed her finger to where the throng of Adepta Sororitas was still congregated around the corpse. "Mortarion," she asked, "why don't you look like that? For me? Please?"
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