You Smell So Good!

My name is Rilano.

I am a Space Marine of the Emperor's Children. Although I was interred within a Dreadnought after a brutal battle, I felt no despair; after all, scars are a warrior's glory, and my glory is extraordinary!

Yet, I encountered a truly bizarre event today that has left me deeply troubled.

Watching the two Primarchs—one large, one small—embracing each other and raising their hands amidst countless cheers, Rilano wondered for the first time if the Techmarine who implanted him into the sarcophagus was poorly trained, leaving him with senile dementia.

I clearly remember being struck down by a melta, so how did I end up in this place in the blink of an eye? Could it be... is this the afterlife?

"Rilano! Why are you here?" An exclamation interrupted the ancient warrior's increasingly abstract thoughts. Cassolorn rushed out of the ranks and stood directly beneath the Dreadnought.

"I am not sure myself. Where is this? And who is that Primarch speaking with Father?"

"You have been missing for three years! This is Serenity."

"That is correct. You have indeed been in a coma for three years, but fortunately, our Atlas technology is the best in the world, and we managed to pull you back from the hands of Death. What? Do you feel dizzy? That is a normal phenomenon; it usually happens after long-term stasis."

A reassuring voice came from behind. Rilano turned his head instantly, his sensors locking tightly onto the unknown Primarch who had suddenly appeared behind him.

[Good thing I didn't let them compare notes, or it would have been too late.]

Mordred, snickering inwardly, maintained a dignified posture. He beckoned his good brother over to recognize his kin, then began his deception:

"Fulgrim, come take a look at your son. It took quite a bit of my energy to save him, but fortunately, it was all worth it."

If he hadn't known what the Second Legion was like, Fulgrim might have believed him, but even so, he could only pretend to be ignorant:

"Indeed, thanks to my brother, otherwise I might have lost you. Look, Second Brother even gave you a new paint scheme. Aren't you going to thank him?"

Rilano was even more confused, but his data logs did show a fatal wound on his neck, so he stopped doubting and earnestly thanked the kind Highness for his gratitude.

"Your Highness, thank you for your life-saving treatment. I, Rilano, will always remember your grace!"

"Haha, no need for thanks! You are Fulgrim's son, which makes you my Great Nephew. We are all one family; no need to speak of two families. Come, the banquet has already been prepared for you."

Mordred waved his hand, indicating this was only what he should do, and suggested they head to the encampment since it was damp outside.

Watching the two Highnesses walking side by side, the ancient warrior could not help but nod to himself:

"Cassolorn, this Highness is actually quite a good person! I hope this time Father can..."

"Hmm, why are you staring at my back?"

The First Company Captain did not speak, but silently took off his own cloak and draped it over the elder, covering the black paint scheme that differed from the Emperor's Children.

"It is nothing. The air outside is damp; be careful not to short-circuit."

Soon, a banquet in the style of the Imperial Son was held under the watchful eyes of the two Primarchs, making the many Emperor's Children who had traveled from afar feel the warmth of home.

With this decor and this etiquette, it was exactly the same as their own legion; His Highness Mordred was truly incredibly thoughtful.

The 700 Emperor's Children instantly hit it off with Atlas, and some veterans even saw many familiar faces, thinking, Isn't this my Second Company Captain?

Only Cassolorn remained silent, watching all of this with mixed feelings.

But if you do not walk toward good fortune, the "full-coverage collision" will crash into you. A Tall Figure holding a wine glass approached:

"Yo! Captain, do you still remember me? I am your adjutant, Soraka! I am now the Third Company Captain of Atlas. Come, have a drink; this is authentic Chemos red wine!"

"..."

On the other side, the Phoenix, having walked into a compartment, grabbed Mordred by the collar and hissed in exasperation:

"Mordred, you naturally evil Bastard, is it not enough to have scammed me? You must also fool my sons!"

Looking at the Little White-haired one who was a head shorter than him, Mordred felt not a shred of guilt. Having experienced his "enlightenment" earlier, he had decided to stop acting like a human—what use is a face? He stepped forward and pinned Fulgrim against the wall.

"If it is hard to handle, then don't handle it. Since you say I am naturally evil, I will let you know what the ultimate insult is."

"w(ﾟДﾟ)w Second Brother Mordred, what are you doing?"

"What am I doing? There are only the two of us here; what do you think I am doing?"

With that, Mordred, overcome by his own perverse sense of humor, wore a smile of the Powerhouses and placed his large hands quite dishonestly onto Fulgrim's thigh, causing the Phoenix to shudder.

"Yo, little cutie, you are quite sensitive; you truly delight me! Let me see if your development is normal."

Fulgrim was truly terrified now. Mordred's behavior was clearly not an act. How could my brother be such a pervert?

"I am your own brother, I am..."

Not giving him a chance to speak—since he was acting, he had to go all the way—Mordred reached out and covered Fulgrim's mouth. Relying on his height advantage, he hoisted the Phoenix up, opened his gaping maw, and began to lick him wildly.

"Slurp, beauty, you smell so fragrant! Such a good taste."

Fear spread through Fulgrim's heart. He could feel the tongue writhing against his skull and the saliva spreading across his hair.

Thinking of what might happen next, fear and shame pierced his heart, and he began to struggle frantically.

However, Mordred, who could engage in passionate physical combat with the Emperor, was no weakling. His arms were like chains of refined gold; no matter how he resisted, he could not break free, and they only seemed to tighten.

The Phoenix was a technical Primarch; give him a sword, and he might have been able to hold his own against Mordred with his superior skill, but now that he was grappled, he could not even extend his hands.

What was even more soul-crushing was that, due to Mordred's enhanced charm ability, the Phoenix found it impossible to focus his attention.

A scorching breath brushed against his face, and through the strands of hair, Fulgrim met those golden pupils. He was momentarily dazed, followed immediately by an indescribable, extreme sense of shame.

"Guh~ let me go quickly, no! My progeny are still outside."

"???"

As if he had heard something incredible, Mordred looked towards the beauty in his arms. A flush of crimson appeared on his face, startling him into hurriedly releasing his grip.

"Thud!"

The Phoenix, having fallen to the ground, hurriedly looked up, only to be met with Mordred's expression of slight disgust:

"Not really, Little Brother, I was just teasing you. You aren't actually a masochist, are you?"

"How could that be!" The Phoenix of Chemos denied it instantly, mocking him with a tone that sounded somewhat smug:

"I had already guessed this was intentional on your part, just to see me make a fool of myself. Didn't expect that, did you? I'm still the one who outplayed you!"

Although he knew the Phoenix would eventually have a love-hate relationship with Senior Sister, that was for the future, not to mention that his own style was completely different from that tech-nerd Ferrus. Mordred couldn't help but feel relieved.

"Great acting! As expected of the Phoenix of Chemos, you have passed my test. Speak, why have you come to me?

Let's get this straight: I have nothing to give you, and if you want my life, take it.

Why are you still sitting on the floor? You're making it look like I have no manners."

Fulgrim really wanted to say that he had no manners to begin with, but for some reason, he didn't say it out loud. Instead, he sat down on the chair quite obediently:

"You think I wanted to come? It was the Emperor who sent me."

"The Emperor, what is that Bastard trying to pull now?"