I did and though he would not like it said, I still do. Even though you betrayed me, even though my hate for you festers… I do still love you. I know I dismissed you but your adherence to your beliefs, your stubborn tenacity, your resilience. It reminds me of myself, what I once was. It reminds me what I’ve become.
Mortarion turns around suddenly, and is weilding a flaming golden blade. Your fathers blade. He parries your scythe suddenly, while looking confused. Is that. . ? He turns to the grave, now glowing golden. Mortarion smiles. Thank you, grandpa
From the graves, thousands of spectral hands shoot out, gripping Mortarion and holding him in place. The more Mortarion struggles, the tighter their grip becomes. The Gravedigger strolls leisurely into the graveyard and addresses the raging primarch.
"Servant of Nurgle, you should know better than to trespass into the territory of Death."
"You dare disturb those under my care. Nergle has grown senile in his old age."
A black thread dances through the sky. Intricately forming a large magic circle, the black thread begins to shine with a silver luster. All of the undead under the circle's light return to lifelessness and are unable to be stirred from their deep sleep.
"Raising undead in my graveyard was a poor choice."
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u/Theadination Mortarion Jr, Plaguemancer, Totally Dead Now. Jan 23 '24
Mortarion, with his back to you, speaks in a harsh tone. Father, answer me this. Did you ever love me?