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He also recognized why he hated Olympia. That even if you were friends and loved your fellow they would stab you in the back. Just as Calliphone had done right here and now.
“These days so many of our men from Olympia have been drained for the sake of fueling the Iron Warriors of Perturabo.” Calliphone declared which was correct, “So many people were robbed of their sons and husbands. So many young men were sent to the grinding wars that Perturabo had organized for the sake of your Emperor.”
The sound of hydraulics and systems were raised as she said those words. Her life support machines which had kept her alive for all of these years started to struggle to maintain the excitement that Calliphone was experiencing.
“I wondered if all those lives lost were just. I wondered if Perturabo sending himself into the most grueling of wars using the most grueling of tactics was even right. It seems he was right to think that.” She said much to the now boiling anger of Perturabo.
HIs brother, TalOS, had surely noticed by now what was going on behind Perturabo’s eyes. The Primarch always seemed to know what was within his mind but did not voice them. A flash of caution was danced upon his face while vocalizing his rebuttal, “Governor Calliphone!” The flare of that eating energy came from TalOS which only excited the room.
“You were never a part of Olympia. You were a servant of Gods that I could not even fathom.” She said while tapping a finger upon his stomach, “You have gained their recognition, at the cost of Olympia.”
Perturabo felt so much anger that he wanted to kill her. But he held back, for he should not allow it to take him!
Calliphone walked back to her throne as Perturabo fought his mind and lowered herself. She had a solemn, haunting smile appear upon her face as the next words were said, “Dammekos was a black hearted man who thought he was the ruler of everything. He was a fool though, a fool thinking that he could tame you. In doing so he damned Olympia.”
As if to twist the knife after a stab the last words were spoken.
“He should never have had you rescued. You should have fallen off that cliff to your death. Maybe then we would not have been damned.”
Perturabo could only see red.
