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'And what have my little darlings found for me this day?'
'Not the faintest idea, daddy!'
The tiny daemon sniggered behind its rotten hands.
'But it's kinda funny looking...'
The Plague Father allowed itself the slightest of frowns.
A trickle of bile spilled from the abomination's mouth and over the vast gut.
Miles above the creature millions of fly swarms swayed in the groaning wind.
It's skin was wet with pus and filth.
'Funny looking, my child?'
For a brief moment the Nurgling looked worried.
'Yeah...'
Her name was Kay Marfen and she watched the death of her world.
The men had fought, the women had cried.
It had been no good.
Dozens had been hacked apart. One unlucky soul with a las pistol had been enveloped by something she knew had come from hell.
The town had fallen, and once all the parents were dead, the children were herded to the outskirts by the giggling servants of evil.
All the kids were sniffling and shivering.
At first she thought it was grief but then she understood that it was whatever had killed all the animals.
Now the demons, laughing and poking the children with sharp swords, were waiting for the plague to change them.
One fat monster with a rolling tongue approached her.
'Won't be long now kiddo,' it hissed.
Emperor help me, she prayed.
'Oh, you've got a new god now.'
The Nurglings exploded with laughter, and some foul fluid fell on Kay.
'The Father is in your mind. And soon-'
It stopped and staggered backwards.
The rest gazed with terror...
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