Author: Djibriel

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"I know what I have done to deserve this, yet why must I suffer alone? Dear sister if you can hear me, please catch Fulgrim soon, he would look better in a skirt than I." Horus prayed quietly in the relative silence of his apartment.

"I didn't know you had a sister." Luna said, curiously gazing at him.

"Because it is none of your business." Horus brusquely told her. "Good night. Your litterbox is changed, your food dish is set out.

"I've already told you, I'm a person, not a cat." Luna pointed out, crossly.

"And I have replied, you are currently both tiny and furry." Horus riposted. "Cats need cat food. That is, how do people here say it? The end of the story."

Luna sulked as she stalked off, trying to figure out how to change to her form with the opposable thumbs.

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Once again Nefer was trapped with Sailor Horus, as the latter faced off with a youma and Nefer just tried to get the unconscious people out of the way before they could get more trampled.

"Goddamnit, why now?" Nefer muttered, furiously moving another passed out salaryman. "This is totally not in my job description! There is not enough pay in the world to deal with this!"

"Though it slows my redemption, suffer with me." Horus said, stony faced and secretly amused as he watched Nefer pace back and forth, carrying person after person to a safer area behind some flipped over bookshelves.

"Why can't you wear PANTS?" The exasperated reporter asked, laying down a passed out matronly woman, throwing his hands up into the air, a gesture of frustration.

"I do, they disappear, this is part of my punishment, I am certain." Horus pointed out mildly, blocking an energy attack with a largish piece of statuary.

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The reporter had a nice ass. Horus spared a few moments of contemplation on whether or not he had been under any mind-bending influences lately to make him think thus.

Drugs? No.

Alcohol? No.

Hallucinogenics? N-... Wait a minute.

Horus reached for his comunicator. "You. Feline."

"Ah, Sailor Horus? I don't understand..." Artemis said, hesitantly.

"I have a problem." Horus said bluntly, punching the youma in the face.

"What is it this time?" Artemis asked, curious and worried.

"I am having perverse thoughts about another male. Is it the fault of your strange and demented equipment?" Horus demanded.

"...Uh. I don't think so?" Artemis hedged,"Well, it's a bit more solid that an illusion, surely you've notice that you're not getting...pinched by the uniform?"

"..." Horus gave it a look that spelled out IMPENDING DOOM.

Artemis continued, "But, no I don't think it should have that effect. Maybe you should find a nice girl in heat and bring her a few mice and sugar candies? Oh, wait, humans don't do that. Still presents, and a girl"

Horus gave the communicator a dirty look. Almost started barking orders for an Exterminatus. Then he remembered, he couldn't call off planet, and had no space support. DAMNATION. "Never mind."

Slamming the communicator down, he loomed over the youma and cracked his knuckles.

"Pray to your Gods, Sailor Horus, for now it is time for you to die!"

The foolish thing began to gloat.

He silenced it with a punch that left a crater in the ground.

"I have renounced my gods and reaccepted the Imperial Truth. Death shall be a release for both of us."

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