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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 claws.
'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 done 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.
-What is this? the Nightbringer hissed.
From the pitch black robe, a long dead arm held the scythe in a python grip.
'Err... you're welcome to a few of 'em Mister Death, sir.'
Two eyes like the red sun of Terra regarded the daemons.
Before the shocked, snotty children could blink, half the mob was rent in two.
Daemons were not supposed to feel pain. But that scythe had been forged to slay gods and demi-gods.
All Kay heard was the horrid screaming of the closest Nurgling.
Some tried to fight or flee.
There were as humans before a Bloodthirster.
-Look at me, human.
It hovered a few feet from her.
Kay had not known fear like it, even when the daemons had eaten her mother.
-Explain to me the point of this ... torture. I do not understand.
'WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!'
The Great Unclean One was not used to feeling anger, let alone amazement.
It drew a great, rusty gunk dipped blade.
'Well?'
Even for the Greater Daemon, the speed was hard to follow.
A stream of writhing guts, baby Nurglings and bile fell from the cut and covered the ground.
'Oh no you don't!'
It wrapped two huge arms around the thin Necron God.
The Nightbringer screamed in frustration as it struggled with the twisted Buddha.
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