"Ahhh! You bastard, let go of me, you son of a bitch!"
Whether or not the person in front of him was the Emperor of Mankind, being grabbed by a hideously ugly skeleton with not half a pound of decent flesh on its body was always a horrifying experience.
Hogg immediately began struggling, trying to get away from this malicious lump of Witchcraft Bacon. But the Emperor, who had spent so long setting this up, wasn't about to let him have his way. He pinned Hogg's shoulders down with both bony hands and, with a single pull, drew him into an embrace.
In a normal family, given their respective heights, this would have been a heartwarming scene of a father hugging his grown son. But in a Primarch family, it looked like anything but a good thing.
Hogg tried to transform and escape, but no matter how he struggled, blazing golden Psionic Energy flames had already enveloped both him and the Emperor.
Seeing their big brother captured, the Filial Sons Alliance drew their weapons and charged, swearing to take on this rebellious father. But before they could reach him, three beams of golden light shot out, knocking all three to their knees and leaving them unable to rise.
The fact that the Emperor had restrained a Primarch with a single move proved he'd been faking it all along. He was an even more despicable bastard than Old Man Yellow.
Guilliman and Dorn, watching this, were dumbfounded. Hadn't they been told their father was on the verge of kicking the bucket? Had he been deceiving them this whole time?
"Obviously! You two idiots can't see it? You'd be better off believing Yellow Weasel than believing I, Curze, am the Bath Emperor, handing out fried chicken and cola to all humanity every