Ross was the sort who never learned his lesson, so Hogg didn't go easy on him. He pulled out the belt he'd been saving for years and gave him a sound thrashing, letting him experience eleven years' worth of overdue, and very expensive, fatherly love.
Watching the two little runts chase each other around, Guilliman didn't need to be told they were father and son. That shameless, obnoxious manner of theirs couldn't be faked.
Hogg had never been one to keep his mouth shut. Over the years, he'd told them everything there was to know about his home. He might have embellished things here and there while bragging, but from what he'd said, they'd still been able to piece together a rough picture of the situation in another universe.
The things Hogg talked about most were the Blackwatch, which monopolized communications and transportation across the Imperium of Man, and the Emperor himself, who was as vile and shameless as they came.
Guilliman believed every word Hogg had said about the Emperor's character. After all, his own old man wasn't exactly a good person either. They were two of a kind, birds of a feather, and neither would ever say anything decent.
But at first, Guilliman hadn't believed Hogg's claims about the Blackwatch. According to Hogg, his Blackwatch had overwhelming numbers and controlled the Imperium's two vital lifelines: communications and transportation.
The most absurd part was that he even controlled the Adeptus Mechanicus on Mars. His forces consisted of daemons and Xenos, and he was involved with two of the Chaos Gods.
The Kobolds were one thing. There had long been rumors across the Galaxy that the Emperor and Khorne were close, and both liked decorating with skulls. They even sat on thrones all day. It was a case of the