Has His Mouth Always Been This Vicious?

First, one thing needed to be made clear.

Alvin absolutely did not have any strange fetishes. But stealing someone else's "divine artifact" right in front of him was simply too tempting. He couldn't help himself!

If he had to put it into words...

Well, he, Alvin, had merely made the same mistake any man might make.

"How is Draconis in your hands?!" Abaddon lost his composure. In a sense, this sword symbolized his status and authority. It was also proof of the Four Gods' "favor"!

Yet now, the Demon Sword that represented his honor, status, and authority had fallen into a human's hands. Worse, he could not understand how a mere human could wield Draconis at all!

Weren't you with the Imperium?!

Seeing Abaddon dumbstruck only made Alvin more smug. He tilted his head and gave him a faint, taunting smile. "That's a strange question, Warmaster. I saw it lying on the ground, so I picked it up to try it out. Turns out it's pretty good."

As he spoke, he casually swung the sword into the ground beside him, then stomped on it a few times. "Huh. It's sturdier than I thought."

"Let go of Draconis!!!"

Abaddon's eyes widened, bloodshot as he roared, "Give it back, you despicable thief!!!"

The Demon Sword he had always cared for so meticulously was now being handled carelessly by someone else. Alvin had even sullied the Daemon Artifact the Chaos Gods had given him as a symbol of his authority with the filthy soles of his shoes. The humiliation was worse than being beaten senseless by a Primarch. It coiled around Abaddon's heart, stoking his fury until his reason was nearly burned away!

"Give it back? Why should I?"

Alvin said calmly, "My elders taught me that if someone leaves something on the