From the beginning, Mortarion had only one goal -
He wanted Konrad Curze to feel the pain, the extreme pain that Mortarion was experiencing.
Swords, words, truth, lies, none of that mattered, as long as they could leave a scar on the monster called Konrad Curze, then Mortarion would grasp the hilt of the weapon without hesitation.
Pain can only be repaid with pain.
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There was a sudden sound of breaking wind, followed by a huge metal collision sound, and sparks exploded in the space, illuminating two crazy and distorted faces.
[What are you doing? ! Mortarion!]
Koz screamed and waved his power claws almost crazily, and the eerie blue light struck down like lightning.
[You don’t understand! You can’t see! You don’t believe what I say! I’m not lying to you!!!]
Curze suddenly sprinted forward, his nimble figure immediately leaping above Mortarion. He hoped to rush over, drag Sevatar away, and then leave -
No, no, no, this is not the process he imagined. It shouldn’t be a race!
But the dull scythe of the Grim Reaper smashed straight towards Koz. The scythe hit the flesh, making a heavy muffled sound, accompanied by the rustling of metal cracking.
This blow was filled with tremendous anger.
Conrad was knocked flying, and rolled on the ground in a panic for several weeks, with dust flying everywhere. The tall and strong Primarch quickly stabilized his body and bared his fangs at Mortarion like a wild beast.
There was a brief standoff as both Primarchs estimated their next attack.
Mortarion sneered, picked up the incense burner hanging on his body, stretched out his hand and pulled it. A crisp sound of it falling to the ground was heard, accompanied by a hissing poisonous gas. They floated out of the incense burner visibly, and in an instant a thin layer of mist was floating on the ground.
A pungent smell lingered at the tip of Curze's nose, and Curze's pupils shrank unconsciously. The gas floated lightly near his armor, and with the caress of the mist, the metal made some slight, imperceptible hissing sounds.
As the mist spread, Sevatar, who was lying on the cold floor and almost unconscious, groaned unconsciously.
Curze felt his breathing quicken.
[Your little bat can't die.]
Mortarion spoke slowly and methodically, as if he was enjoying Sevatar's dying voice.
[At least I can't die now, but.]
[Look, Conrad, there's poison gas here, and I can't say for sure whether he will die soon.]
[It depends on whether you can take him away from this place by then. Can you beat me, brother? ]
As Mortarion spoke, he slowly lowered his head and reached for the ammunition at his waist -
In the brief moment when Mortarion's sight left Konrad Curze, the Night Lord's blade had already reached his enemy!
At this moment, his muscles were tensed to the limit, his claws scratched through his hard helmet, and the Lord of Night mercilessly grabbed flesh and blood from the wound, then quickly left -
In a flash, Mortarion, who had been slow just now, grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards him.
In the other hand of the Lord of Death, he held a grenade that was very small compared to the size of the original body.
Mortarion smiled at him.
[I can see it, but I hope you can continue to see it. ]
The next moment, the Lord of Death crushed the grenade with his bare hands!
However, there was no huge explosion impact like the usual grenade! After the fierce white light, countless ashes flew around the two.
Koz, stagnated.
This was long enough for the Primarch, and Mortarion quickly released his hand and put some distance between them again.
He admired the gray powder falling down, turning Conrad Kurtz's messy black hair gray.
Inside the hall, the intensity of spiritual energy instantly began to fluctuate.
[How's that? Did you see how your bat kid died?]
Mortarion sneered.
In response to him was Conrad Curze's meaningless and painful scream. Curze howled like a wild beast that was suddenly blinded by a strong light and hid back in the darkness. The giant monster hid himself among the stacked torture instruments.
Under the gas mask, Mortarion's mouth curled into an almost tearful smile.
He guessed right.
Konrad Curze, who has unstable prophetic abilities, and it's related to psychic powers.
But what pleased Mortarion most was the prophecy that would bring pain to Konrad Curze.
For him, that was enough, he already knew what to do.
Mortarion stood in the hall, listening to Konrad Curze's wailing and Sevatar's weak breathing, with mist rising around him. After verifying his guess, at this moment, the Lord of Death was obviously invincible.
The string of ammunition on his waist clearly agreed with him.
The next moment, Curze, with bloodshot eyes, rushed out from the shadows again and swung a claw at Mortarion with an attitude that showed he was even more eager for death!
Mortarion gladly took the blow. He stared intently at Konrad's pupils, which were obviously trembling abnormally, and uttered a clear sneer -
In an instant, the sound of metal colliding was like the rapid raindrops on a stormy night, dancing wildly, one after another, one knife followed by another, each sound crisper than the last, and each sound faster than the last!
The two demigods almost turned into phantoms, the splashing sparks illuminated the hall, and rapid shadows flashed under their feet.
In the gap between the blades, Mortarion turned his words into a sharp blade and stabbed at Curze fiercely—
[What did you see? He's not dead, right? Otherwise you wouldn't continue to attack me.]
[But I will tell you, Conrad Curze, you can't even decide the fate of your own child! ]
Konrad Curze also responded to Mortarion with his angry howls, each claw more brutal than the last. If he didn't defeat Mortarion, he would never be able to leave here, nor save Sai!
[You are nothing but a blind smug person! Using your pathetic little tricks to try to regain your last bit of pathetic self-esteem!!!]
But Mortarion stared at him, into Curze's eyes. Would his eyes reflect the death of his son
[Sad little trick? You are wrong! ]
The next moment, Mortarion had another bullet in his hand, and Curze, who had been forewarned, immediately tried to retreat. A white light burst out, and Conrad Curze hid back in the bunker in the dark with a ferocious look. It was just a sneak attack by Mortarion, and he was now ready to deal with it.
Conrad Curze stared at the half-crazy figure, preparing for the prophecy to come. The faint prophecy would not slow him down, but would let him know how to kill the enemy in front of him in the next moment.
He concentrated his attention, and faint phantoms, those that represent the possibility of the future, began to emerge.
The next moment, dust exploded, and a burning sensation immediately boiled over in Conrad's mind—
No—prophecy, prophecy is being weakened!
At the moment when Curze was astonished, Mortarion's scythe and his words had reached Curze together, and the two Primarchs began to fight in the pile of torture instruments.
[Now you are blind too, how do you feel!!!]
Mortarion laughed as he used his scythe to hack away at the torture devices that blocked his pursuit of Curze through the jungle. His armor was torn apart by the sharp adamantine instruments, but he paid no attention to it.
[Am I blind? I see more than you! ]
[You are a lunatic! Conrad Kurtz! A complete jerk!!!]
[Do you still want to use your supreme Primarch status to buy peace, and the price is just a few of your children? ! No, no, no, if you want to feel pain, use your own soul! ]
Curze wailed as he moved between the torture instruments. He tried to fight back, but the ammunition on Mortarion's waist told him that if he rashly closed the distance now, it would only bring him a new round of pain.
[I have already fallen into the abyss of pain. The guilty must be punished. I have seen my destined punishment! And you, what qualifications do you have to judge me? ! ]
Mortarion reached out his hand expressionlessly and crushed another metal incense burner. The thick mist almost left dew on their armor.
What qualifications
He felt the mist surrounding him. In addition to the necessary anesthesia and numbness, it also contained hallucinogenic and sensitivity-enhancing drugs.
[Best friend of the victim, how do you feel about this identity?]
[Have you ever felt the revenge from the innocent souls who died under your hands? ! ]
The next moment, two grenades fell beside Koz, exploding into two brilliant fireworks.
Konrad Curze jumped away with unimaginable agility, avoiding the core explosion range of two grenades. He turned around with a scream and rushed towards Mortarion who was attacking him.
Although the two grenades made the scenery in his vision slightly blurred, it did not hinder the Lord of Night's attack!
The Lord of Night took the initiative. He stuck close to Mortarion, used his power claws to restrict Mortarion's hand from reaching for the grenade, and stabbed towards Mortarion's neck with his other hand.
Mortarion turned around and smashed Curze, who was entangled with him, against the torture rack beside them. The sharp spikes tore open the connection between Curze's helmet and neck, and blood immediately gushed out.
But Curze was not repelled by the intense pain. Mortarion finally threw away his clumsy and overly long scythe and tried to block Curze's crazy scratches with his hands.
The two Primarchs began to fight in the pile of torture instruments, blood and flesh splattered everywhere. At this moment, both of them had obviously lost their necessary rationality and began to attack each other with all the means they could think of.
Those sturdy and tall torture instruments were broken into pieces during the fight between the primarchs. Silence fell in the darkness. Both primarchs had extraordinary perseverance. The blood they spilt almost filled the entire hall, but the fight still did not stop.
Time seemed to have passed for a long time.
Finally, a figure stood up shakily from the darkness and ruins. He was shaky but still held on and did not fall.
Conrad Koz struggled and staggered to the body of Sai. Sai had stopped breathing, and his chest, which was pierced by the dark light, had turned a sickly dark green.
No, no no no no, the prophecy just now told him that Sai would not die, why? Why? ! Why? ? !
He had clearly discussed it with Sai before, why did it end like this? !
Is this the future he chose
Covered with wounds and unconscious, Conrad Curze could no longer hold on. He knelt beside Sai's body and howled loudly like a wounded beast.
Pain surged up like a tide. He had messed up everything. He had not killed the monster, but he had also caused the death of his own captain.
The Night Haunter never cries, but Conrad's vision began to blur. Hazy white spots appeared in his dark pupils, and they grew bigger and bigger.
In the pure white light, Koz blinked in confusion.
He found himself in a sea of torture instruments, with ashes falling around him like rain.
Koz opened his mouth
That was the prophetic scene just now!
He turned his head sharply, only to see the handle of Mortarion's scythe approaching, suddenly enlarged in his sight—
Koz's pupils shrank drastically.
There was a rustling sound. He opened his eyes and saw Mortarion's tattered cloak and he was being dragged. No, no. He tried to use force, but found that he could not move.
As if realizing that he was awake, the monster turned around and smiled at him.
He fell into a coma again.
Darkness, pure darkness enveloped him. It surrounded him, making noisy sounds, but it did not transform into anything else. This was rare. Even if he was in charge of the night, the Lord of Night could not enjoy a completely dreamless, dark dream.
[Scum, wake up.]
A faint voice came from the distant other side.
Coze was immersed in complete darkness, and didn't want to pay attention to the voice that made him subconsciously feel sick—
The next moment, his entire face began to feel a burning pain, and a severe suffocation gripped his neck. He felt the flesh and blood in his respiratory tract peeling off, blocking his trachea—
Curze suddenly emerged from the darkness. He tried to gasp for air, but it only caused him more pain, as if claws were tearing his internal organs from the inside, and he screamed and cursed his life.
His vision gradually became clear, and a pair of yellow eyes were staring at him with interest.
Right above Curze's head, Mortarion was looking at him with a smile. He could see the dry cracks at the corners of Mortarion's mouth.
Where is that mask
His eyes moved down Mortarion's arm. The metal tube connected to the mask was wrapped around Mortarion's arm and moved with him.
The mask was now pressed against his face, and the flesh on his face had rotted away to the point where the bones were exposed.
Curze screamed and tried to struggle, to escape, or to strike Mortarion, but his heavy body was powerless and he found his limbs pinned to the ground by the dismantled clubs.
[woke up?]
Curze looked at him angrily, trying to kill Mortarion with his eyes, but the Lord of Death was obviously not intimidated by him. He took off Curze's gas mask with great interest.
Koz watched helplessly as his flesh and blood, as well as part of his nose tip and nose bridge, disappeared along with the mask.
[I didn't bring any energy drinks. This was a mistake.]
[Later I realized that my air could react in a similar way.]
Mortarion still stared at Curze with his eyes wide open. He casually threw the gas mask aside, and the metal tube connected to the mask was violently torn off.
[First of all, your kids can't come here. The poison gas has spread. They don't know anything except that you are still alive.]
Mortarion smacked his lips.
[Secondly, you are still alive, and your child is also alive, shut up, and listen—]
Mortarion mercilessly pressed his stained hands on the festering mouth of Curze. Curze's teeth made a clicking sound, and then Mortarion nervously made a gesture to keep quiet.
Coze was forced to be silent for a second. He could hear the drumbeat of blood coursing through his veins, and beyond that, there was.
Faint breathing sounds that did not belong to either of the two Primarchs.
[You see, he is still alive, so we can proceed to the trial.]
[In the quarrel with Horus, isn't judgment your favorite? Since we are brothers, I will choose the form you like. ]
Mortarion released his hand from Curze's mouth, rubbed it against Curze's power armor in disgust, then took out a potion from his belt while muttering to himself.
[I am not unreasonable - compared to you, Conrad Kurtz, I only want you to suffer the same pain I have. I only want revenge.]
[The trial process is very simple. I will give you back as much pain as you gave me. OK, the trial is over.]
Mortarion narrowed his eyes and shook the potion in his hand.
[But obviously, just one Sevatar is not enough.]
[You are not suffering enough.]
[He's not even your best friend from the same era as you on your home planet.]
Konrad Curze opened his eyes wide. He wanted to say something, but his vocal cords were corroded and he could not say anything except a hum - Mortarion did it on purpose.
Mortarion looked at his brother with mock irritation.
[What's going on? You didn't even make any friends on your home planet? You didn't even have any subordinates. What did you do on your home planet? Not even a single ape-human race wanted to get close to you? You can only rely on your pathetic gene seed to bewitch some ignorant and innocent kids for you?]
Mortarion gazed at his "brother" "tenderly".
[So, since you are a jerk who doesn't even have any friends, I have to find a way to make up for my pain in other ways.]
Mortarion was silent for a moment, Curze was unable to move, and Sevatar's breathing became more harsh in this brief silence - he could break at any time.
[You like predictions, don’t you?]
Mortarion began injecting Konrad Curze with the potion.
[I already guessed that you attacked my commander because of your damn prophecy, right? ]
Conrad's breathing began to speed up, his pupils dilated, and Mortarion's words became distorted and distant.
[A little hallucinogen, a small gift for my "brother". It's not a token of respect, but after all, you gave me such a surprise. ]
Mortarion carefully lifted Konrad Curze and placed him half-lying so that he could see the dying Sevatar.
Swollen, filthy flesh bulged over the wound in Sevatar's chest.
Mortarion raised a bomb in front of Konrad Curze with an expressionless face.
"Bang!"
Then the second one,
"Bang!"
Then the third one,
"Bang!"
The fourth, fifth, and sixth.
"Now, tell me, my brother, if I leave now, will your Sevatar still be alive?"
But Koz seemed not to hear his words. He was stunned, his muscles twitching abnormally, as if he was dragged into the boundless hell by the prophecy.
[Conrad Kurtz? Conrad Kurtz? !]
“Bang!”
Mortarion slapped Curze cleanly across the face, leaving little skin visible from the close contact of the bomb.
[Is Sevatar still alive? ]
Curze was trembling, and his eyeballs seemed to be about to explode. Mortarion felt that Conrad's pulse was too fast, so fast that he could explode and bleed at any time.
So Mortarion gave Konrad Curze another dose of sedative.
[Is Sevatar still alive? Don't test my patience, Conrad.]
Curze stared at Mortarion, blood oozing from his eye sockets.
Or maybe the blood pressure is too high, Mortarion thought silently.
So he gave Cozee another shot.
[Give me an answer, otherwise—]
Mortarion raised the white bullet in his hand.
Koz began to nod, then shook his head. He shook his head wildly, obviously confused.
Mortarion enjoyed Curze's pain and was delighted.
When Curze finally stopped, he wiped the blood off Conrad's face.
Now we proceed to the second step.
Mortarion said, staring at Konrad, and because Mortarion was so tall, he had to tilt his head slightly to look Konrad's eyes closely with his own.
[Apologize to my commander.]
Mortarion raised a tube of potion in his hand, glanced at Curze, and then moved the potion in front of Sevatar.
[If you believe in justice, why wouldn't the criminal apologize to the victim's best friend? ]
[You can also choose not to apologize, but at least you have secured a future. ]
[Now, apologize.]
Curze trembled again like he had a convulsion. Mortarion was beginning to get bored of such repetitive pain. He looked at Sevatar with boredom, waiting for his third step.
Finally, Curze's lips moved, and Mortarion didn't know whether he was succumbing to the prophecy, or to Sevatar's fate, or to his non-existent sense of justice
But he recorded the scene and would bring it back to Hades when the time came.
[Finally, it’s the third step.]
Mortarion stuffed the potion in his hand into Curze's curled up hand, which was unable to clench tightly.
Then he put another grenade into Curze's other hand.
[Now you have a medicine that can save your bat cub. No one else can save your cub except it. ]
Mortarion put away his usual smile and looked at Curze expressionlessly.
[But I can’t say, because it could also be poison. ]
[I will give you two ideas for this.]
Mortarion pointed casually at the explosives in Curze's hand.
[This is a white bullet. Get close to Sevatar and open it, then use your damn prophecy.]
[Or, let me tell you, I, Mortarion, the Lord of Death, will not be a scum, a scum like you. ]
[Okay, bye.]
Mortarion stood up and casually dusted himself off.
[You can continue to wait for the Empire's trial of the Night Lords.]
He kicked away the steel bar that was nailed to Curze's right hand, causing Konrad Curze's arm to twist into an abnormal angle. Mortarion ignored him and just left.
Carrying heavy with it, Conrad Coates’ pain, and his apology.
In the deep corridor of the Nightfall, the laughter of the dead was heard, and the poisonous gas of the corpses spread along with him, but no one among the Midnight Lords dared to step forward to check.
An Avenger crawling out of hell, this would become one of the Night Lords' deepest fears.
And in the darkness left behind by Mortarion, Konrad Curze crawled to Sevatar's side in a twisted, painful posture.
He couldn't see anything clearly, and the world became chaotic in his eyes.
He trembled and threw his arms on Sevatar's body. He should...
Just now, Mortarion was not constantly increasing his psychic strength. Whenever Curze fell into the deepest part of the prophecy, the evil darkness would immediately drag him out and throw him onto the shore like a dehydrated fish.
He stared at Sevatar.
He saw it, he didn't see it, he was dead, he was alive, he saw it, he didn't see it! That's not what he saw! He couldn't see it! He didn't want to see it!
The hand holding the ammunition was shaking and twitching.
The touch brought him back to reality.
Sevatar was not dead yet. As if he had a last breath, he opened his eyes and held Curze's hand holding the ammunition.
He shook his head.
Curze has completely collapsed, but a large amount of potions accumulated in his blood prevents him from escaping and staying away from here. He can only stay here and watch Sevatar die bit by bit.
Sevatar's eyes moved to the tube of potion.
He just looked at Conrad Kurtz as if to say that he didn't want to die.
He doesn't want to die.
Koz trembled and stared at the potion with all his courage.
Sevatar's breathing gradually became steady, and Konrad Koz prostrated himself beside Sevatar.
He whimpered, the Night Lord never cried, and blood flowed from his face.
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The manuscript has been revised three times and this version will most likely be refined. Sorry for posting it late.
More updates due 7/14
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