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Perturabo cried. Never before in his life did he ever cry. It was a sickening feeling that was digging into his chest. Such a vile feeling that was so foreign to the mind of the Primarch that he almost rejected it out of reflex. But really there was nothing he could do about it. He was simply filled with grief.
In truth it should have been fear Perturabo felt. He had killed a fellow Primarch and murdered by proxy a governor of a world. Yes Calliphone was in open rebellion against the Imperium but it was still a murder in the eyes of Perturabo. How else could you describe the action of attacking someone who had welcomed you into their abode.
If the Gods were real as Calliphone and all the fools of Olympia believed then he would be smited then and there. Not only was he a kinslayer but he had killed the one who gave him hospitality. Such an action should be answered with divine violence.
But none came, thus just like so many times before Perturabo had proven the gods of Olympia were false. And for once in his life he hated that for he was a kin slayer. He had killed a brother.
It was then that Perturabo noticed something. If his brother was dead, then why did he still feel his brother’s presence? Why was the Maelstrom which should be shining down upon him still being blotted out?
Upon his realization Perturabo felt the air change. It was similar to being within a radioative field but unlike the battering of neutrons smalling themselves into his flesh this felt so much more organized. Around him Perturabo could see the subtle clinks and changes of gren electricity creeping around him.
As he began to wonder just what was happening a green fire quickly erupted from around Perturabo. Torrents of flame crossed around him and danced upon the ground wherever the blood of TalOS sat. Static quickly started to erupt from between the corpse of his brother to all of these splotches of blood in so many arks that it was becoming mind boggling.
Deep down Perturabo felt something he had never felt before. In a day filled with so many emotions it only kept on coming as the flames erupted out of the head of his brother. He did not know what to do as <span class="mu-i">primal fear</span> inched its way across his back and into his chest.
Perturabo was paralyzed as he watched the blood slowly make its way back to the body. The head which was within his hands shaking itself free from his unmoving grip, sitting itself upon the neck stump of his brother.
Perturabo knew it was ignorant to say it, but as his brother rose from his prone position and looked into the sky with baleful eyes, he could only describe what was happening as some form of Divine Intervention. After all, however else could you bring a man back from the dead without the intervention of a god?
And that was why Perturabo felt fear, for he felt the eyes of the Machine God looking upon him.
>Hug the brother
>Scream
>Give thanks, not vocalized of course.
