When the name Mortarion pierced the air, Pope Elfreda's pupils suddenly contracted, and a complex expression of hatred mixed with wild delight appeared on her face.
"Could it be true? The Empire's records regarding those Primarchs who betrayed the Emperor had long since become fragmented, most of them vague and evasive."
"Even their names are being erased from the galaxy's memory bit by bit by the will of the Empire, like wiping away the stain of shame." The Pope's voice grew increasingly low.
"I thought Mortarion of Barbarus, the pale tyrant of the Death Guard, had either fled into the Eye of Terror like the other traitorous Primarchs, never to be seen again, or simply died."
"Mortarion is an exception." The Living Saint was still processing the revelation bestowed by the God-Emperor. She wiped the blood flowing from her face and mouth, her breathing rapid.
The Emperor was the Black King. They were two sides of the same entity, inseparable.
Most of the Emperor's memories and thoughts could not be concealed from the Black King, and the Black King understood the Emperor's existence better than anyone.
He knew that "he" was plotting to completely break free from the throne of the eight-pointed star of Chaos, and he would do everything in his power to stop the Emperor. In the end, they would become the only cold sun in the Warp.
"After the Emperor recaptured Mortarion, he had not decided how to deal with this child who had once rebelled."
"So she was imprisoned temporarily. But before the Emperor could devise a solution, the Master of Mankind was forced into slumber."
"Strictly speaking, this is a problem left over from history."
The Pope abruptly slashed her hand through the air, the motion sharp as a blade, cutting off the Living Saint's