Ahriman: Where's My Dad?

Lox had no idea that their deal with the Aeldari delegation had actually allowed Mortarion, who should have surrendered to the Plague Father after endless torment, to finally escape into the light.

Only a few minutes had passed for them, but in the Warp, perhaps decades had already gone by.

Through Aisha's accidental intervention, this traitor primarch had even undergone a sex change, with part of the bloodline of the Aeldari Mother Goddess now flowing through her veins.

In a sense, Mortarion's Aeldari bloodline came from Aisha, the Goddess of Life. Compared to the surviving Aeldari, it was incomparably purer and nobler.

Had the pantheon still existed, Mortarion would even have been qualified to enter it.

Contrary to most people's stereotypes, the Craftworld Aeldari now barely surviving across the galaxy were not truly the orthodox Aeldari. During the height of the Aeldari Empire, their ancestors had not held particularly high social status.

It was precisely because their status had not been high enough that the ancestors of these Craftworld Aeldari had not sunk too deeply into decadence. Once they noticed the danger, they immediately fled aboard their craftworlds.

Instead, the Dark Aeldari who wallowed in excess at the Webway hubs, tormenting others to draw out pain and ease the soul-draining of the Lord of Pleasure, were the true orthodox inheritors of the old Aeldari Empire.

They had perfectly preserved the exact same interests and hobbies as their ancestors.

Mortarion led the remaining four thousand Death Guard back into realspace, while the fate of the Astartes left behind in the Plague Garden was easy to imagine.

Miracles only happened once. The only end awaiting them was slow assimilation within that garden of despair.

Their bodies festered and decayed, swelling and stinking, as horrifying and disgusting as bloated corpses after death. Yet