The others might not have known him, but Hogg knew Vashtorr all too well. He'd never met a demon demigod as bizarre as Vashtorr the Half-Immortal.
Back during the Horus Heresy, something must have gone wrong in Vashtorr the Half-Immortal's head, because he actually went to the Burning Legion seeking an alliance. He didn't even give them a chance to explain—he just offered up five Daemon Worlds on the spot, leaving Zoffy completely at a loss.
With the principle that only an idiot turned down a good deal, Zoffy could only accept the generous gift through tears. Then he sent Saiban to play the double agent, and in the end, they joined forces from within and without to poke a claw straight through Vashtorr's dog head.
Who would have thought that, after all this time, Hogg would hear about that old pal from Sera? Hogg had only one thought: As expected of Vashtorr the Half-Immortal. What incredible vitality—he still wasn't dead.
Under Sera's horrified gaze, Hogg reached into his chest and pulled Zoffy out. Zoffy had been pretending to be dead inside him.
"What are you doing? I'm in the middle of a show! If you interrupt my enlightenment of the Great Way, I'll use my Ultimate Mom Entanglement to make you kneel and sing 'I Surrender.' Now put me back, quick!"
Zoffy looked downright slovenly. He wore dog-head pajamas and cotton slippers, with food scraps on his clothes and hair so filthy it had matted into knots. He was even more useless than the Goddess of Life next door.
His clone was somehow living even more boldly than he did. Hogg kicked Sera, who had already been purified, out of the way, pulled off his belt, and prepared to give the bastard a little physical education so he'd remember