My name is Rilano,
I was a Space Marine of the Son of the Emperor. Although I was placed inside Dreadnought armor after a brutal battle, I didn't feel dejected. After all, scars were a warrior's glory—and my glory was extraordinary!
But today, I encountered something extremely strange, and it troubled me greatly.
Staring at the two Primarchs, one large and one small, embracing each other and raising their hands amid countless cheers, Rilano found himself wondering for the first time whether the tech-sergeant who had implanted him in the sarcophagus had been incompetent and given him senile dementia.
"I clearly remember being knocked down by a melta blast. How did I get here in the blink of an eye? Could this... be the world after death?"
"Rilano! What are you doing here?" An exclamation interrupted the ancient warrior's increasingly bizarre train of thought. Cassolorn rushed out of the formation and stood ramrod straight beneath the Dreadnought.
"I don't know either. Where is this? And who is that Primarch talking to Father?"
"You've been missing for three years! This is Serenity."
"That's right, you've been unconscious for three years. Fortunately, our Atlas technology is second to none. We managed to pull you back from the hands of the Grim Reaper.
"What? Are you feeling dizzy? That's normal. People generally experience this after a long period of suspended animation."
A reassuring voice came from behind him. Rilano immediately turned around and locked his sensors tightly onto the unknown Primarch who had suddenly appeared behind him.
[Good thing I didn't let those two get their stories straight, or I would've been too late.]
Suppressing a snicker inwardly, Mordred maintained his refined bearing and beckoned his good brother over to meet his kin. Then he began his next round of deception:
"Fulgrim, come over and take a look at your progeny. I spent quite a lot of effort saving him, but fortunately, it was all worth it."
If he hadn't known what the Second Legion was like, Fulgrim might actually have believed him. Even so, he could only pretend to be unaware:
"That's right. Thanks to my brother, I might otherwise have lost you. Look, Second Brother even gave you a fresh coat of paint. Hurry up and thank him."
Rilano was even more confused, but the data records did indeed show that he had suffered a fatal wound to his neck. He stopped doubting and sincerely thanked the kind Imperial Son for saving his life.
"Your Highness, thank you for saving me. I, Rilano, will always remember your life-saving kindness!"
"Oh, come on, what are you thanking me for? You're Fulgrim's progeny, which makes you my grand-nephew. We're family, and family doesn't stand on ceremony. Come on, the banquet is ready for you."
Mordred waved his hand, indicating that it was only right for him to do so. "It's damp outside, so we'd better get back to the base."
Watching the two Imperial Sons walking side by side ahead of him, the ancient warrior couldn't help nodding inwardly:
"Cassolorn, this Imperial Son is actually a pretty good guy! I hope Father can this time..."
"Mm? Why are you staring at my back?"
The First Company Captain said nothing. He simply took off his cloak and draped it over the elder, covering the black paint scheme that distinguished him from the Son of the Emperor.
"It's nothing. The air outside is damp. Be careful not to short-circuit."
Before long, a Son of the Emperor-style welcome banquet was held under the watchful eyes of the two Primarchs, giving the many Sons of the Emperor who had come from afar a taste of home.
The decorations, the etiquette—everything was exactly the same as their own Legion's. Mordred was truly incredibly thoughtful.
Seven hundred Sons of the Emperor instantly hit it off with Atlas. Some veterans even encountered familiar faces and thought, Isn't that my Second Company Captain?
Only Cassolorn remained silent, watching everything with complicated feelings.
But when you don't go looking for great luck, all-or-nothing disaster will come looking for you. A tall figure approached with a wineglass:
"Yo, Captain, do you remember me? I'm your adjutant, Soraka! I'm now Atlas's Third Company Captain. Come have a drink—this is authentic Chemos red wine!"
"..."
Meanwhile, in another room, Phoenix grabbed Mordred by the collar the moment he entered and shouted furiously:
"Mordred, you naturally evil bastard! Was it not enough to set me up? You even have to deceive my progeny!"
Looking at the little white-haired man who was a full head shorter than him, Mordred felt not the slightest bit guilty. After his previous enlightenment, he had already decided to stop behaving like a decent person. What good was having any shame? He immediately advanced and forced Fulgrim against the wall.
"If it's too difficult, then don't do it. Since you say I'm naturally evil, I'll show you what ultimate humiliation 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'm doing?"
With his wicked amusement running high, Mordred wore a strongman's smile. His large hands landed very improperly on Fulgrim's thigh, startling Phoenix from head to toe.
"Oh, you little cutie, you're pretty sensitive. How delightful! Come, let me see whether you've developed properly."
This time, Fulgrim was genuinely frightened. Mordred's behavior clearly wasn't an act. How could my brother be such a pervert?
"I'm your biological brother! I am..."
Before he could finish, Mordred covered Fulgrim's mouth with one hand. Since he was putting on an act, he had to carry it through. Relying on his height advantage, he forcibly lifted Phoenix up, opened his cavernous mouth, and gave him a fierce licking.
"Slurp. Beauty, you smell so good! What a wonderful scent."
Fear spread through Fulgrim's heart. He could feel the tongue writhing across his skull, and he could feel saliva spreading through the ends of his hair.
Thinking about what might happen next, fear and shame pierced his heart, and he began struggling wildly.
However, how could Mordred, who had once fought the Emperor in passionate hand-to-hand combat, be a weakling? His arms were like Adamantium chains. No matter how Fulgrim resisted, he couldn't break free; instead, the grip only grew tighter.
Phoenix was a technical Primarch. If he had been given a sword, he might have relied on his superb skills to fight Mordred to a draw. But now that he was being held in a grapple, he couldn't even get his hands free.
What was even more devastating was that Mordred's enhanced charm made it impossible for Phoenix to concentrate.
His scorching breath brushed Fulgrim's face. Through the strands of hair, Fulgrim met those golden pupils, losing himself for a moment before being overwhelmed by indescribable, extreme shame.
"Mmgh! Let me go! No! My progeny are still outside!"
"???"
It sounded as though he had heard something extraordinary. Mordred looked down at the beauty in his arms, a flush blooming before his eyes, and hurriedly released him.
"Smack!"
Phoenix quickly looked up after hitting the floor, only to meet Mordred's faintly disgusted expression:
"Come on, bro, I was just messing with you. Don't tell me you're actually a masochist?"
"How could that be!" Phoenix of Chemos denied it at once, then taunted him in a somewhat smug tone:
"I had already seen through the fact that you were doing this on purpose, just to watch me make a fool of myself. Didn't expect that, did you? I was still one step ahead!"
Although he knew that Phoenix would later have a love-hate battle with Senior Sister, that was a matter for the future. Besides, his own style was completely different from that engineer Ferrus. Mordred couldn't help relaxing.
"Excellent acting! As expected of the Phoenix of Chemos. You've passed my test. Now tell me, what are you doing here?
"Let me make this clear first: I don't have anything to give you. If you want my life, that's all I have.
"Why are you still sitting on the floor? You're making me look very rude."
Fulgrim really wanted to say, You already are rude beyond words, but for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to say it. Instead, he obediently sat down in a chair:
"Do you think I wanted to come? Father sent me."
"The Emperor? What the hell is that bastard planning now?"
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