Perhaps it was also because of the flaw in his appearance that Mortarion became even more taciturn. His silence was different from Sanguinius's. Sanguinius was an angel Solam had created using solar divinity and the power of blood.
He had been born immensely proud. He simply could not be bothered to speak; he had that aloof, icy air.
Mortarion, on the other hand, was simply cold. He could stand motionless behind Solam for an entire day without making a sound, silent as a statue. His green-glowing eyes made anyone who looked at them shudder. Everyone felt as though his gaze was fixed on their necks, as if he might begin a slaughter at any moment.
This gave Solam quite a headache. He did not want his child to become like this, but there was nothing he could do. Demons had no childhood; their personalities were basically decided at birth. So Solam could only keep him by his side, hoping that under his guidance, he might improve somewhat.
As for the other son who had been born, Solam had no such worries. In fact, he could not wait for him to get the hell out from in front of him.
There was no other reason: he was simply too rowdy!
The King of Frost Wolves—Leman Russ!
He was Solam's third child, created using Kostchtchie's flesh and divinity. Solam had hesitated for a long time before making him. After the lesson of Mortarion, Solam did not want to create another child with facial defects.
It was not that Solam was prejudiced. He was simply afraid that another child would become as gloomy as Mortarion. That was not a pleasant experience. Strictly speaking, they were not Solam's biological children, but Solam greatly enjoyed immersing himself in those feelings. He believed he bore a