Lith
"Please, don't hurt me. Please, you- come and See."
"Nice try, ****." She growled; fists up, still waiting for an attack. "S'not her...I'll admit you got me once with that, but once was all you get..." As soon as she stopped speaking, Lith quietly changed position, no sense in letting whatever it was know too much. C'mon love, I could use a way out.
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Egerion
"I think it's my best work yet. What do you think?"
Egerion stood silently beside the Guardsman for a moment; no trace of what he was thinking crossed his face, a statue of flesh and blood. Then, in a flash a hand shot out, the first two fingers and the thumb encircling the Guardsman's neck; the fingers flexed with only a fraction of their strength, crushing the smaller man's throat, and snapping his spine. Egerion let go as the corpse fell like a puppet without its strings.
Stepping forward, he placed a hand on the gruesome painting, directly over the image of the Emperor. "I am sorry my Lord." He said closing his eyes. "You raised me from the ashes of Terra, gave me purpose, gave me strength, gave me Brother, showed me wisdom, and showed me compassion; but in your time of greatest need I was not there. If I had not slept, perhaps I could have swayed him..."
After a moment, he opened his eyes, and looked at the image of Horus. "YOU!" He spat, anger flaring in his eyes. "You were the best of us, His favoured son, and you betrayed us all." His hand came off the image of the Emperor, and balled into a massive fist. "I was there before you and your Brothers were snatched away, I saw the pride in His eyes when He first saw you all; and I saw that same pride again when the Crusade found you." As he spoke, his fist slammed into Horus, to the sound of splintering wood.
"I was so proud to stand beside you two in battle. To call YOU, the favoured son of the Emperor, my Primarch was an honour like no other. As good as I was you were better, and we...your sons...loved you for it. I gave my life for you, and how do you replay such devotion and loyalty? You betray your sons, and lead them to ruination and death, you kill your own father for your own petty wants, and you leave the Imperium the fetid, stinking mass that in is today. If I knew then what I know now, I would have killed you as a child."
The entire 'painting' was now nothing but a few scraps surrounding a splintered hole in the wall. Blood dripping from split knuckles, Egerion continued off down the hall.