Author: Bloody Mary and Djibriel
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Lorgar felt betrayed. He was reaching the conclusion that a. the Universe hated him and b. any entity he considered his god, would eventually start to hate him. After all, if the Dark Gods had truly favoured him, he would have been immune to this.
"Hello, Lorgar," said a young woman, who bore very close resemblance to Fulgrim. In fact, once he got a better look, it became clear it was, indeed, Fulgrim. Apparently, a similar fate had befallen him too.
"Ah, Fulgrim," he replied, smiling nervously.
"You took part in orgies, didn't you?" Fulgrim asked, smiling in a way that suggested he was not entirely in the real world.
"Um…" Lorgar said, edging away.
He stumbled over somebody and fell. There was a weak croak, and once Lorgar peered to the side, he came face to leg with a purple spider-like limb.
"I'm sorry, but I have to kill you now, Lorgar," Fulgrim said dreamily. "You're a bad person."
Lorgar did the first best thing that came to his mind, which was throwing the spider-thing at Fulgrim. Then he hid in the bushes and silently cursed being the weakest fighter among the Primarchs.
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The rushing sound of breaking fronds, branches and crushed shrubbery was enough to give Nefer warning to roll out of the way. What he wasn't expecting to see, w
hen the noise calmed down, was a giant man. A bald giant man. In a SailorSuit.
And the poor bastard looked about as traumatized as Nefer felt.
If that wasn't a foetal position, then Nefer would be very, very surprised.
He snuck on over, he tapped the fellow's shoulder, and gestured at the escape route.
"The highway's that way, I'm sure once the skirt wears off, you can hitch a ride. I'd suggest you move to another country, this one's going to hell." he said gloomily.
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