𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗚𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗧 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗣𝗜𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗢𝗥.

<— she speaks, low and otherworldly, "and you have nary. But can one truly call you such anymore? Your Genes, handreared by a Patriarch that traded thy Majesty with Us?" A wing is moved, also. "How tragically sweet, to still be so misguided."

⠀⠀Parchment inscribed with scornful litanies crumple to dust from the de synchronization of time, withering around the frame of hardened ceramite that proves itself resilient to the corrosive effects of the warp. Almost as resilient as the provolved vessel of flesh, —

⠀ ⠀ 𝒹isgust curls minami's mouth into a sneer. recycled corpse mulch was better than any common wench; she would have to wear a hairshirt till the morrow for such a misstep ... ❝ are words all you have to thank me with.ᐣ ❞ ⠀ ⠀

The rat taps his bearded chin thoughtfully. — The first straight answer-thing I receive from the Tzeench-filth, yes-yes. Enticing-interesting! Egg. 🥚

— ❝ do not lecture me on things you , DAEMONS tend to break .. ❞