"Damn it, why have I grown a pair of wings? And they're covered in white feathers, too. I hate white the most."
"Bullshit. Those are my wings, so quit messing with them, you bastard."
"Both of you, shut up and let go of me! Corvus Corax—no, Sanguinius, let go! I don't like being held by a man."
The entire laboratory was in chaos. In front, Corvus Corax, sporting Sanguinius's appearance and an extra pair of wings, couldn't keep his balance and was wriggling across the floor.
Behind him was Sanguinius, who couldn't get used to his body. One wrong move and he turned into a ball of black sludge. He looked just like his two brothers and was clinging desperately to Hogg.
There was no doubt about it: after the Warp Essence had successfully connected with the physical bodies, Hogg had indeed mixed up the backups containing the two Primarchs' memories. The result was two muddled Primarchs in the wrong bodies.
Watching the three freakish blobs go berserk, Horus—his face bruised and swollen—broke into a cold sweat. He immediately turned to the Emperor and asked,
"Father, tell me you didn't revive me through Hogg. You didn't mix up my body too, did you? I knew something felt wrong earlier. Why have I got a topknot? Quack! Father, don't scare me!"
Not one of my sons could ever give me peace, the Emperor thought. He never should have taught Hogg how to make Primarchs, but it was too late for regrets now. He raised his psychic hand and gave every one of them a sound beating. Curze got caught in the crossfire again.
Three minutes later, the Emperor stared at his five unfortunate sons lined up in a corner, arranged from tallest to shortest. Starting with Horus, they'd all turned out