Everyone's Gone Mad!

Like the fog of war, everything had felt off to Hogg ever since he'd arrived in this bizarre timeline. He desperately needed someone in the know to fill him in, and the unlucky bastard who'd survived by the skin of his teeth was obviously Sigismund.

Seeing the Kobold teach himself the two prerequisite skills of gaming and online flame wars—with only doxxing left to learn—Hogg smiled in satisfaction.

While everyone was distracted by the Terminal, Hogg and the Angel took the young Sigismund to an inconspicuous cave.

As soon as they entered, Hogg's expression changed. The Angel pinned Sigismund against the wall, took out a chain, and hoisted him into the air.

"Wait, Your Highness Hogg, what are you doing? Weren't you going to let me go? I didn't say a single word just now!"

The two exchanged smiles, then stepped forward and laid into Sigismund, who was hanging from the chain like a roasted goose. As they beat him, they snarled:

"Spill it! What the hell happened here?"

Before Sigismund could even figure out what was happening, a burst of agonizing pain hit him. The armor over his rear was ripped off on the spot, and the two Primarchs who'd been chatting and laughing moments earlier pulled out their belts and thrashed him.

To keep anyone from hearing, Hogg thoughtfully shoved a Magnus Fruit into the young man's mouth, leaving him able to make only muffled whimpers.

When it came to understanding Chaos Daemons, Hogg was probably more knowledgeable than anyone in the entire Imperium. Chaos Canned Goods might not be daemons, but they weren't much different. Hogg had plenty of experience interrogating them.

For a hard case like this, Hogg went straight to a full-blown memory-restoration session. It didn't matter what he said. Under a double assault on