HH荷鲁斯叛乱《异端初现》渣翻8(13)
‘Speak the truth,’ Erebus cut in, ‘even if your voice shakes.’
Lorgar lowered his ash-streaked face into his filthy hands. In that moment, Erebus and Kor Phaeron locked eyes. The latter noddedto the former, and the First Captain spoke again.
‘You know it is true, Lorgar. I would never lie to you. This is something we must all face. We mustatone for this sin.’
‘The Chaplains stand with you, sire.’ Erebus added his voice to Kor Phaeron’s. ‘The heart of every warrior-priest in the Legion beats in rhythm with yours. We stand ready to act upon your word.’
Lorgar shrugged off their platitudes, as well as his foster father’s reassuring hand. The movement split the healing scabs onhis shoulder blades, birthing trickle-rivers of dark blood weeping down his golden back.
‘You are calling my entire life a lie.’
‘I am saying we were wrong, my son. That’s all.’ Kor Phaeron dipped his gnarled hand into the bowl of ash by Lorgar’s side. Monarchia’s dust spilled through his curled fingers, stinking of charred rock and failure. ‘We prayed to the wrong god for the right reasons, and Monarchia paid the price for our mistake. But it is never too late to atone. We purged our home world of the Old Faith, and now you fear as we all fear: Colchis prospered under theold ways and its legends, until we ravaged it in the name of a lie.’
Lorgar lowered his ash-streaked face into his filthy hands. In that moment, Erebus and Kor Phaeron locked eyes. The latter noddedto the former, and the First Captain spoke again.
‘You know it is true, Lorgar. I would never lie to you. This is something we must all face. We mustatone for this sin.’
‘The Chaplains stand with you, sire.’ Erebus added his voice to Kor Phaeron’s. ‘The heart of every warrior-priest in the Legion beats in rhythm with yours. We stand ready to act upon your word.’
Lorgar shrugged off their platitudes, as well as his foster father’s reassuring hand. The movement split the healing scabs onhis shoulder blades, birthing trickle-rivers of dark blood weeping down his golden back.
‘You are calling my entire life a lie.’
‘I am saying we were wrong, my son. That’s all.’ Kor Phaeron dipped his gnarled hand into the bowl of ash by Lorgar’s side. Monarchia’s dust spilled through his curled fingers, stinking of charred rock and failure. ‘We prayed to the wrong god for the right reasons, and Monarchia paid the price for our mistake. But it is never too late to atone. We purged our home world of the Old Faith, and now you fear as we all fear: Colchis prospered under theold ways and its legends, until we ravaged it in the name of a lie.’