You watched a Dark Angels descendant named Bella step into the empty chamber.
Your keen sense of smell had already caught the faint stench of Chaos and fleshly mutation emanating from him.
You tightened your grip on the Scythe of Blood, thick blood still dripping from its blade.
If Lion El'Jonson unexpectedly softened his heart, then you would act in his stead.
Yet to your surprise, Bella had not come to help Serafax fulfill his wish, nor had he ever begged either of you Primarchs for mercy.
You watched as Bella, after quietly exchanging a few words with Lion El'Jonson, slowly knelt before his Gene-Father. Then Lion El'Jonson, his expression growing ever colder, severed Bella's head with a single stroke.
"He might have been a good son, but he followed Serafax for far too long. Both his mind and body have been corrupted beyond recognition by Chaos... He was merely asking me, his father, to grant him death."
Lion El'Jonson stood where he was, his massive body turned away from you as he spoke slowly.
His voice was incomparably low, yet it carried a faint sorrow at having personally extinguished one of his blood descendants.
You had few words of comfort that could truly lift the dejected Lion's spirits.
This was an important duty that you Primarchs and Gene-Fathers had to face and bear, whether it was good or bad.
Not long afterward, the flames of war and arrogant conspiracy personally ignited by the Thousand Eyes warband were completely snuffed out before they could spread.
The entire world of Sepphor was swiftly purged by you all, with nearly every inch of ground scorched by flamethrowers.
And with the complete destruction of Chaos Sorcerer Lord Serafax, more Chaos warlords dependent on the Thousand Eyes warband either fled back into the Warp