A/N: Warning! Violent chapter ahead. This is Warhammer, after all.
Happy Holidays~! This chapter is a massive tribute to the Warhammer episode of Secret Level.
TITUS AND THE LADS WERE GLORIOUS. So many Warhammer ideas~!
Looking forward to your feedback; every word motivates me~!
Happy Holidays, but alas, said holidays -and loooooooong graveyard shifts- are messing with my update scheduuuuule! Everything will return to normal come January, but until then, the only static update day is Elden Ring Fridays, RWBY Saturdays, and GOT Sundays. Dark has been amazing on that front, without his help, I would've crawled into a hole by now and given up.
Thanks to him, I've also been able to make every Friday a double update day.
Dylan and Slifer are resting for the rest of December, Advent wants to step back and work on his own stuff, so its just me and Dark until January, I suppose.
As ever, I own no obscure references, silly quotes, themes or memes. They are tributes one and all. I'm just a humble author trying to make his way in this wild wacky world, one word at a time. Many thanks to the reviewer "cmacenka" for offering a massive font of ideas on Warhammer. I'm still relatively new to it, but I'm learning more and more everyday.
We'll keep this note brief. Now, then...
Tribute to Secret Level is obvious, an I own nothing.
And this chapter...hoo boy, you know its bad when ORKS are angry at ya...
Disposal Unit (Imperium Mix) was blasting in my ears on loop this entire chapter. If you played Darktide, you know the one.
Blood for the Emperor, Skulls for the Golden Throne!
"It was from Him that I learned what a true Father should be, for Fathers do not delight in harming their children.
Fathers shelter them. Fathers teach them. Fathers raise them up. Sons or daughters, it matters not!
A FATHER PROTECTS!"
~Lorgar, Leader of the Word Bearers, also known as the Cult of Ramen.
Kill the Coward
An army of Orks advanced upon the city of Vharadesh.
They said not a word, made not a sound, save for their stomping feet.
Naruto led them from the front, staff in hand, whiskered face carved from iron.
Thresh walked at his left, and 'Ol One eye at his right, silent and brooding, as was he.
Chaos could not be allowed a foothold on this planet, anymore than it already had, he told himself. He was doing this for the greater good, he told himself. Isha would understand, he told himself. Pitiful excuses all, masks to cover his true intentions. He knew why he was doing this; what had brought him to this, why he was about to set tear this sordid city asunder.
Kor Phaeron hurt Lorgar.
Kor Phaeron worshiped the Chaos Gods.
Kor Phaeron had friends and followers who would do the same.
And so. They had to pay. Not in money, or honor, but an older currency.
Blood.
The choice was obvious. Painful perhaps in hindsight, but obvious.
He inhaled deeply.
Exhaled softly.
And then:
The Orks were ready; they awaited his command, all too eager to rip and tear.
Naruto gave it gladly, pointing his staff at the city in the distance.
"Take the city."
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The silence was truly wonderful.
Sweet, sweet vindication.
Catharsis.
Lorgar reveled in it, not just the death of Kor Phaeron, but the pilgrimage that followed; if one could call it such. The wind was howling, heralding a storm; already the gale had begun to kicking up great clouds of dust, lashing at their clothes, stinging their eyes.
He felt positively righteous.
Because, despite it all, Naruto led his legion forward without so much as a whisper; there was no rush, only a brisk march across the wastes to Vharadesh.
He knew he should be standing there at the front beside him, ready to fight with the rest. But he was afraid. He had not been taught the art of battle; in truth he didn't very much like the idea of it at all. But in the same vein, he was beginning to understand. He had not been in the wrong, but rather, been wronged. After living through Kor Phaeron's abuse for so many cycles, the smallest bit of kindest was more than humbling, it was overwhelming. He didn't deserve this. He was an unworthy wretch, unworthy to stand with them, unworthy to even be HERE-
"Lorgar."
The soon-to-be Primarch perked up to find Naruto peering over his shoulder at him. "My Lord?"
He expected anger, a rebuke at the very least.
"Only fight if you feel the need to, ya here me?" instead he received a smile through the sandy haze. "Otherwise, stay behind us at all times. We'll keep you safe."
He nodded fretfully.
Already he could seen the enemy encampments ahead; there were impossible to miss at this distance, even with the dust storm raging. Doubtless the city had seen them coming from afar; given ample time to prepare, they'd rallied a makeshift army of their own to face them in the field. Even from here, he could see there were more of the cultists than them, likely a thousand at least.
They were outnumbered. Outgunned. Outmaneuvered.
And yet the Golden God and this Ork Legion never faltered.
'Ol One Eye rumbled a laugh, low and lisping against his tusks as he hefted a mighty battleaxe. "Now 'dis is gonna be a propa Krump...
Thresh elbowed him. "Don't say dat. Haven' even started yet...
Lorgar hid a rueful smile behind one hand.
Thresh was...nice, he supposed. Or she tried to be. At Father's orders she had seen him cleaned and properly fed, festooned in robes of amber and gold, a far cry from the threadbare rags of before. She'd even gone so far as to tear up one of the tents and drape the green mantle around his shoulders, something about him being "an honorary Ork" now that Father had taken him under his wing. Coupled with the massive mace someone was kind enough to shove into his hands, he was a far cry from the poor pauper he'd appeared only a cycle before.
"It will be awight." she had said, fumbling only a little over the last word. "Masta is here now. Everyting's gonna be awright."
Lorgar believed her, even if he didn't necessarily believe in himself just yet.
But he did believe in his God and Father.
There was no sense of strategy for the Orkish army as they approached the city; the enemy cultists had made no attempt to speak with them or parley as of yet; indeed, they seemed determined to face them and die here outside the walls. As such, the Orks fervor grew with each step, and soon enough they would lose all semblance of control and wade into the fray.
One of them saw the gun emplacements and cackled. "Dibs on the dakka!"
Naruto scoffed, waving a golden hand in acqueiscence. "If you can take it, you're welcome to it."
That sent a stir through the lads, and more than a few began shouting. "Wait, wez can have all da loot?!"
"I have no need for it, but try not to die getting to it in the first place." the words sounded dismissive, but Lorgaar could hear the genuine concern ringing therein. "I can grow back limbs, repair eyes, fix organs and broken bones. But I can't reattach your head." he slapped the large Ork head dangling from his hip for good measure. A Relic, perhaps? There was a certain energy about it to be sure. "Haven't attempted to reattach any heads yet, so please don't make me try."
Some of the Orks laughed at that. "So ya can fix us up so wez can fight again, is dat it?"
"Not quite...I just don't want to steal all your kills."
Thresh tilted her head and Lorgar mirrored her, quietly confused.
Rather than retort, Father placed his hands together, crossed his fingers and muttered something under his breath. Quite suddenly, there were more of him. A lot more. A great many more. One by one they arose from great plumes of smoke, armed and ready. Many an Ork grunted in surprise, quite unprepared for the newcomers in their ranks.
It was then that Lorgar truly understood what he was looking at.
Naruto didn't need an army, did he? He was the army.
He really was a God, wasn't he?
One of the scouts squawked suddenly. "Incoming~!"
They needn't have said so, the enemy charge was impossible to miss.
Startled by the sudden "reinforcements, the forces of Vharadesh rushed in to meet them.
"I've had enough of this planet." Naruto slung his ringed staff over one shoulder and boomed out a command. "Give them no glory. No songs. Only death."
So speaking, he stepped up to meet him, 'Ol One Eye on his left, and Thresh on his right in her battered black and white frills. They were the vanguard; the ones the cultists met first...
.
..
...and butchered them in droves.
It was a slaughter, the dead dropping in the dust. They waded in without a word, no shouts, no screams, just silent rage. Naruto caught one by throat and threw him over his shoulder. Thresh punched one in half. One eye bit a man's head clean off and used his body as a club to flatten five more. That was all he had time to see before the rest of the Orks -and father's clones- surged in to fill the gap. They took the fight to the unbelievers in droves. It was...amazing. Glorious. Wonderful-no, those weren't the right words for this.
Brutal. Cunning. Efficient.
Naruto walked ahead of his allies as Thresh went left, and One Eye, right; it was as if the blond's very body blurred, striking out at his enemies with impossible precision. His staff flitted out, sweeping the legs from one before obliterating him with a strange spiraling sphere of purest blue, then whirling with his staff, staving in a cultist's head like an rotten melon.
Rotten. That sounded right. These fools were rotten.
They would rather fight than speak, they rejected Father's presence, his most holy mercy, and sought to wage war upon him instead.
They were the true nonbelievers. Blasphemers.
Death to the heretics.
Another cultist came on in wake of the first, only to he caught by the face and pulped as one might an overripe grape. Two more he disemboweled with a flick of his fingers. A third was somehow able to duck said swipe ; a nanosecond before the blazing blond kicked him in the chest and sent him screaming into the distance. His body struck the walls and was rendered a grisly red smear therein.
Naruto waded in after his fellows, fists swinging. He needed no armor, for his was contempt and silence. He didn't even acknowledge those he killed. Kor Phaeron, he had at least spoken to. Not these. He caught one of the ignorant iconoclasts by the throat, hoisted him high and snared another by the face before he could flank him.
Much to Lorgar's horror, the former actually dared to open fire on him with a heavy pistol.
With his enhanced senses he was granted a serendipitous view of the bullet flattening against the blond's glowing forehead before ricocheting away. Annoyed by such a paltry effort, Naruto turned to face the one who had shot him, narrowed his eyes, yanked the man in, and headbutted him into oblivion.
Without so much as a passing glance, he pulped the other and kept walking, forcing Lorgar to follow or be left behind.
And as he followed, he observed the moving massacre; Father punched down and a cultist was left flattened at his feet. Even as they fell he casually backhanded another before they could leap upon his shoulders and stab him. An arm slashed backward, casually catching a cultist by the throat. He whipped them forwards, forcing their robed body to serve as a crude shield, a bullet sponge for the fusillade of bullets that came, rendering their body a mangled mess of twisted leather and sinew.
They did not survive.
A rocket whistled down from the battlements high above; Naruto caught it and threw it back, devastating the grenadier's position a goodly portion of the wall besides. Unsatisfied with that, he spun his staff around a hail of dark orbs swung forth, obliterating a nearby fortification and the gunners with it.
On and on it went, naught could stop him; nothing could challenge him, none could stand against him. Each attack only made his eyes harder, his body better, feet faster, fists stronger.
A low whir of a machine was their only warning; Naruto whipped around and Lorgar followed his gaze, eyes bulging.
A tank?! Those existed here?! Where had they dug up that old relic from...?
Ten Orks were scythed down in an instant; then aimed their way.
There was no time to think, only react.
Stop watching! Do something!
Lorgar spied a massive piece of broken scrap metal at his feet, part of the barricades the Orks had destroyed, were even now destroying. An idea dawned. A mad scheme.
But were not the Gods themselves mad?
Seizing the metal plate in hand, he lunged forward and flung it up before his Father, shielding him at the last moment. Bullets peppered against the steely edifice, spraying sparks, but unable to pierce through. The blond granted him a grateful look - one replaced by confusion as Lorgar shoved it into his hand and bounded into the fray.
This was madness. He had neither armor nor combat experience. Only a mace.
But, whether he knew it or not, he was a Primarch.
He surged forward.
Another vehicle rushed out behind the first to barrel into him, for all the good it did him; Lorgar ducked his head, trusted in his instincts, lowered his shoulder and barged onward. Much to his surprise, he crashed right through the vehicle to pulverize those within; meat and metal flashing by him in a blizzard of death.
There was no time for surprise, he was through, the tank in sight, its baleful lights glowing in the gloom.
Its long barrel swiveled, trying to track him-
No use.
A single leap carried him the rest of the way; he landed atop the carriage, causing the entire craft to collapse beneath the sheer weight of his bulk.
The gunner saw him and balked, fumbled for his sidearm, and brought it up to empty the clip into him.
Lorgar warded a hand before his face...!
.
..
...and yet there was no pain.
None at all; for the bullets didn't pierce his flesh. Rather, they could not. The chaos cultists unloaded the entirety of their magazine in a matter of moments, and while the front of his robes were left quite a mess, the flesh beneath remained untouched. Lorgar took a moment to stare down at himself, incredulous, gazing at his hands, hale and whole
Was he invincible, too?
The gunner balked at his weapon, wondering why it had failed, screamed an imprecation, and drew a blood-crusted sword.
Something awoke within Lorgar and he reacted accordingly; his mace sailed down with blistering speed to crush their arm. A howl of agony was his reward, but he scarcely had time to hear it, for his body was moving nigh of its own accord and his arm with it; his mace swept down on the gunner again.
Once.
Twice, now.
Thrice soon enough.
Spattered in blood, eyes stinging, chest heaving -from adrenaline!- he hopped off the ruined craft, and took a moment to survey his surroundings.
The battle was nearly done; in distracting one tank, he'd inadvertently allowed the army to wage war on the rest and claim victory.
Thresh had already vaulted onto the sole remaining tank, as he looked on she alighted nimbly atop its surface, slapped a device of some sort to its surface and vaulted away. A plume of fire erupted in her wake, destroying the it and those within.
Here at last "Father" deigned to smile and beckoned her to him. Thresh leaned lower and let him pat her head. Lorgar found himself strangely jealous at the sight. Perhaps if he learned the arts of war spread his name across the stars, he too would be worthy of these headpats.
A hand tapped his shoulder.
He looked down and found Naruto offering him the battered metal plate, all but giving the crude shield to him.
"Good job."
Lorgar accepted it, preening at the praise.
Ah, but Father was already moving on, wading back into the thick of things.
What choice did he have but to follow him?
One did not take their eye off a God.
In no time at all, they reached the gates. Here at last, Lorgar allowed himself a moment of doubt. Did he intend to beat the walls down with his bare hands? No, surely not-
A massive sphere of blazing blue ignited in Father's palm, larger than he was tall.
Father brought it crashing down.
And the gate crumbled.
Fresh gunfire peppered them from above; to which their blazing blond made an annoyed noise and lunged upward, clearing the gatehouse in a single bound. He landed amongst the defenders. Fists flew. From this distance Lorgar couldn't quite see the gunners faces - until he did; because suddenly said faces were landing at his feet, with the rest of them besides, broken and twisted from their long fall.
Old One Eye lumbered up to him, chuckling under his breath. "Shoulda been born an Ork, dat one."
Lorgar bridled for a moment before mastering himself. This greenskin spoke Heresy...but he recognized the sentiment behind it.
Such was his Savior.
His Father.
His God.
Here at last, Naruto roared his fury.
A single sharp yell that seemed to swallow the very with it, the orks found their voice with a cry of: "WAAAAAAAAAGH!"
High atop the battlements, Naruto thrust a fist into the air. A mighty golden beast manifested above him to mimic the motion. Together, they spoke. "WITH ME NOW!" He roared. "Come with me and take this city!
The Orks howled their fury and surged forward into the gap.
Lorgar found himself running after them, mace in hand.
A tide of green boiled into Vharadesh.
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Isha sensed the slaughter from Nuceria.
Felt in her soul.
"Naruto...
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From his flagship, the Emperor observed the slaughter that followed.
It seemed he had chosen well after all.
He was pleased.
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Tzeentch absolutely cackled atop his throne of secrets.
"Good, good! That's the way~!"
What a lovely day!
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Something was off.
Erebus -or so he called himself these days- could feel it in the air.
There had been a shift in the Great Powers; he'd felt it some time ago, when Nurgle first fell, but now it was so much worse.
All around him, Vharadesh trembled and burned.
The Great Powers had warned the city of danger, warned him of the invasion that was to come; it would be heralded by a great pillar of fire searing through the heavens. And so they-he!-had prepared, digging up weapons from the lost era, preparing their tools and machines to fling back the fools.
Until he had come.
The Gods had been silent ever since.
He still felt their presence, but their words, oft whispered in his ear, had been absent for some time now. Concerning.
When an army had come to the gates of Vharadesh he had thought naught of it at first. Not even two hundred strong, they couldn't possibly breach the walls; he was perfectly safe within. The City of Grey Flowers had endured far worse.
Everything changed when the Ork leader attacked.
By his strength, the city defenses were laid low, the walls broken.
They boiled through the gates with their bare hands; battered down the defenders.
The Great Powers had spoken only of a single warrior in light, not an avalanche of green bodies.
They were breaking through.
Had broken through in their entirety now, for Vharadesh no longer had the strength of arms nor enough weapons to repel them. They were putting them to the sword; any who worshipped chaos, all touched by the Great Powers. No Daemons were brought forth from the warp, none were even given the chance to manifest. Priests of the Powers were slaughtered in the streets. Women and children were rounded up and imprisoned, flung into cages, no doubt to be sorted out later. Those who fought died where they stood, drowning in their own blood.
And then one came for him.
Run.
Erebus paused, unnerved. It was not the Powers speaking to him but his instincts; they had never steered him wrong, had never failed him before and they didn't now.
Arrogance held him back. He had risen far here, and was loathe to abandon it all and begin anew.
It would be...inconvenient.
Belatedly, caught sight of a blazing blur amidst the green. Glowing eyes raked across the dying cultists, seeking, searching. Cocked his head to one side now, as though listening to something. No, to someone. Without so much as a sliver of warning, his head snapped his way, baleful orbs blazing into his own.
Across countless dead and dying, that gaze locked onto him like a blazing star.
The Glowing Man saw him. Frowned. Took a step forward, now.
Nope!
Erebus needed no further encouragement than that; he turned heel and ran for his life. He heard shouts behind him and redoubled his pace. He must escape this place. Find a place to hide. Get off-world, somehow. There could be no future for him here on Colchis, not anymore. He'd known the moment those eyes settled upon him. To stay here was to die a coward's death.
And perhaps he was a coward at heart, but he was a clever one, blast it, and he would not let his schemes end here.
Vaulting a crate, he ducked down an alley, shoved a screaming woman aside and made for the plaza.
If he could but loose these fools, he would be safe.
Chaos would not forsake him. He was the hand of destiny, the very instrument of the Powers. He had been chosen, it was he who would be architect of the Anathema's fallen, he who would make worlds bleed for the Gods. He had been chosen! Him! No other!
He could see the light at the end of the alley now, and with it, freedom. With it, his fear began to abate. He would escape into the crowd, change his face, and lie in wait, awaiting the perfect moment to infiltrate the enemy ranks and do his dark work. All as well. All would be well. So he decreed, and so it would be.
"GET BACK HERE! I ain't done with you!"
Something barreled into him from behind, smashing him down into the dirt.
Clawed fingers bit into the back of his bald head. He thrashed mightily, to no avail; he
"Release me at once, you ingrate! You know not whom you trifle with!"
"I know exactly who you are." A low voice intoned, and in his peripherals, he glimpsed the golden man in all his scowling glory. "You and Kor Phaeron, there's only one thing to be done with people like you!"
Erebus bristled, ready to resist, to fight this fool off. He was the Hand of Destiny. It would be easy.
...or so he had thought.
Where he sought strength, he found only weakness and the mocking laughter of mad, thirsting gods.
No.
No, no.
No, no, no!
Its nothing personal, child...
...You're simply unworthy of us...
...And we have found a far greater prize...
In an instant, the Ruinous powers abandoned him, left him to his fate, alone, to die.
His attacker spun him around, gripping him by the throat, threw him to the ground now, and started cracking his knuckles.
"W-Wait!" Erebus tried to raise an arm to plead. "You-
A fist barreled into his face, rendering his words a gurgling slur. Teeth sprayed through the air.
"Don't-
Another punch came whistling in hard on the heels of the last.
"Please, mercy-
Thrice. Five times. Seven, now. Nine. The golden man didn't stop there; he laid into him with the fury of a thousand legions, working him over not merely with his fists now, but his staff, his boots, even the odd knife here and there. With each beating Erebus he felt his shattered sanity slipping, smothered as he found himself pushed further and further to the edge.
He tried to crawl away, only for golden claws to seize him by the leg and rip it clean off. When he sought to seize a handful of dust and throw it in his foe's face, he found himself fingerless, then forced to eat those very fingers as they were summarily stuffed in his own mouth, leaving him to choke on them. On and on it went, torture after torture, a death by a thousand cuts, moments became minutes, then hours...
And then, finally, between blows, Erebus beheld his killer's face.
His eyes bulged wide in disbelief.
For you see, in that singular moment, he was granted vision.
What a glorious vision it was, a portent of the future, of that he was surely certain.
He saw Three hands upon the blazing Blond. Not Nurgle, no, never Nurgle, he had been shattered, broken, reduced, likely never to recover his former glory. But the other Three...! He could see them upon him; Khorne's bloody hand gripping his his shoulder, the breath of Slaanesh on his neck, Tzeentch's blazing blue in his eyes. They all had their marks upon him, their aims for him, and wasn't even aware of it.
This man would bring about the ruin of worlds; serve their very purpose he had sought, all while trying to do good.
What wretched irony. What bitter fate. Would that he could be there to see it; but he would take solace in this.
Erebus spat his fingers out and laughed at him. "Fool! Kill me, and you damn the universe-
"Enough."
A fist scythed down into his chest, found his heart, and yanked.
Truth be told, he was surprised he actually had one.
Agony. Stars. Darkness swept in. And yet:
Erebus died laughing.
A/N: So, to clarify! Erebus is an idiot. He merely saw the influence of the Three upon Naruto -because Chaos is VERY interested in him right now- and assumed, in his blind arrogance, that he would soon become their puppet and bring about his return. Hence why he died laughing like a loon.
We all know our boy won't fall that easily, if at all. Or will he...?
I suppose you'll have to read on and see.
Once more, we can jump ahead if you prefer... ...or we can stay in the moment awhile longer. Perhaps the best of both worlds? Your choice. Do let me know.
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"Alright, how many Orks did we lose?"
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You knew Lorgar would worship me, didn't you?"
The Emperor merely smiled. I suspected, but I wasn't entirely certain.
Buulllll and shiiiiit. Are you trying to make a religion outta me?!
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Isha jumped him the moment he got back.
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"I cannot see your death. Why?"
Been there. Done that. Guess what? IT TICKLED."
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"Very well!" Rocking back on his heels, he turned his head and spat out a bloody tooth. "I acknowledge your strength."
With a grunt, he reached up and donned his helmet. Red eyes blazed from within.
...you're about to wish I hadn't."
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"...Stop it. Just stop it, Fulgrim. Get some help. You're better than this."
"But I wanted it to be perfect-
"No buts!" the wooden club thumped him over the head again. "Perfection is a lie! Now fix your legion or so help me I will FIX you!"
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EDIT: Obligatory Tea Common Shark reference here. If you know, you know.
A shadow fell over him.
The Primarch looked up, squinting into the son
That proved a mistake. Too late, he spied a spot of darkness.
Was that a bird? Or a vehicular craft of some sort? No, wait...it was...
His brow furrowed in absolute disbelief. "What in the Emperor's name...?!"
A singular shout was all the warning he received as they broke the atmosphere. "DYNAMI RE-ENTRYYYYYYYYYYY!"
He had time enough to brace himself; then a roaring Naruto Uzumaki drop-kicked him into the ground and everything exploded.
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He offered him his hand. "Friends, then?"
Horus clasped it. "So may it be."
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Mortarian stared at his offered hand for a long moment, considering him.
Then he slapped it aside. "I neither need nor want your help.
"Wasn't asking!"
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So which one of you is Alpharius and which is Omegon? Which is which?
One of them grinned in their disguise. "I am Alpharius."
"I am also Alpharius." said the second.
He twitched. "For cryin' out loud...
"Of course, I too am-
"STOP THAT!"
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"Repent."
His victim writhed in agony.
"Repent," he intoned, "And you shall be spared."
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"If something's bothering you, then say it. I'm not a mind reader."
Perturabo glared sullenly at the blond's back.
Naruto chuckled.
"You're fine just the way you are." Much to his mounting annoyance, the blond didn't look away from what he was constructing. "Ain't nothing wrong with wanting to build stuff, ya know?" as he looked on, he settled the wooden beam over his head, affixed it in place, and hammered another nail in. "Be your best self."
Perturabo physically flinched. How long had he waited to hear those words?
Praise. Recognition. Acknowledgment. "Say that again."
"I'll say it as many times as you need!"
"The things I made," The Primarch choked on the words, brittle like broken glass in his throat. "Nobody wanted them."
"Well, I wanna see 'em. Why don't you show me?"
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Vulkan gave him the greatest hug he'd ever experienced.
"Ouch! My spine! Let me breathe!"
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"We are the Interex. Greetings, my lord. We have been waiting to meet you for quite some time...
R ~!