HH荷鲁斯叛乱《异端初现》渣翻8(6)
then speak of it.’
The primarch looked to his oldest ally, with the cadaverous stare that forever lingered on the man’s face. Yet Lorgar saw beyond it, in a way few others ever could, seeing the kindness, the care.
The paternal love for an aggrieved son.
Lorgar smiled with genuine warmth for the first time in three days, and rested his tattooed hand over his foster father’s weaker, too-human fingers.
‘Do you remember the Emperor’s arrival? The exultation in our hearts, that we were proved right? Do you recall the savage vindication after six years of righteous war?’
The older man nodded. ‘I do.’
THEYOUNGMANwith the golden skin drops to one knee, silver tears sparkling on his flawless features like droplets of sacred oil.
‘I knew you’d come,’ he weeps the words. ‘I knew you’d come.’
The God in Gold offers his armoured hand to the kneeling young man.‘I am the Emperor,’ he smiles, benevolence incarnate, glory radiating from him in a palpable aura that hurts the eyes of every onlooker. Thousands of people line the streets. Hundreds of priests, clad in the dove-grey of the Covenant’s ecclesiarchs, kneel with Lorgar before the coming of the God-Emperor.
The primarch looked to his oldest ally, with the cadaverous stare that forever lingered on the man’s face. Yet Lorgar saw beyond it, in a way few others ever could, seeing the kindness, the care.
The paternal love for an aggrieved son.
Lorgar smiled with genuine warmth for the first time in three days, and rested his tattooed hand over his foster father’s weaker, too-human fingers.
‘Do you remember the Emperor’s arrival? The exultation in our hearts, that we were proved right? Do you recall the savage vindication after six years of righteous war?’
The older man nodded. ‘I do.’
THEYOUNGMANwith the golden skin drops to one knee, silver tears sparkling on his flawless features like droplets of sacred oil.
‘I knew you’d come,’ he weeps the words. ‘I knew you’d come.’
The God in Gold offers his armoured hand to the kneeling young man.‘I am the Emperor,’ he smiles, benevolence incarnate, glory radiating from him in a palpable aura that hurts the eyes of every onlooker. Thousands of people line the streets. Hundreds of priests, clad in the dove-grey of the Covenant’s ecclesiarchs, kneel with Lorgar before the coming of the God-Emperor.
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