Krateron felt Tiberius squeeze his wrist, bundles of false-muscle tightening in his own arm, and smiled. Not all of the Emperor's Children were prancing peacocks, so it seemed. Just most, perhaps ninety-percent, Krateron decided, his smile broadening into something hungrier, a feral show of teeth. He heard the other Decurion before he felt him, an acute whine of servors, and then he was being spun, a purple gauntlet locked onto his shoulder pauldron. He let himself be moved, loosening his muscles, and came face-to-face with the other Decurion's helm. A threat, one that promised beheading, spilled forth from the Marine's grille, poisonous and passionate.
Krateron made a rude noise.
Before he could speak, however, Tiberius was at his side - Now that was interesting. Krateron found himself liking this Decurion even more, it took a strong man, an intelligent man, to see right over wrong, more-so when the wrong was dressed up like a gilded whore. Sebastian, as Tiberius named him, was an insurmountable prig. Krateron liked insurmountable prigs, they died harder, believing themselves the superior foe, fighting until their last. But I don't like you, cousin, he thought, wrapping a finger around his bolter's trigger.
'I'm going to pretend,' Krateron grunted, looking up at Sebastian. He was shorter, though broader, his armour bloodier, but nonetheless gaudy. 'That I did not hear that, cousin,' He stepped closer, mag-locking his bolter, and shrugged his way out of the Decurion's grasp. 'You are a fool, Sebastian, and I should cut your tongue out, to make an example,' He laughed, a sound that was rendered cruel and inhuman by his external vox. 'But it just so happens, I like your brother. So this time - And this time only - You didn't say anything. You didn't open that insolent little mouth of yours, and I'm not going to stick your head up Darius' arse,' He shook his head. 'I am of the Sixteenth, til the day I die, Emperor's Child. Even if rank meant a thing, here, today, I would sooner eat my gauntlet than obey you. You would do well to remember that.'
He turned, walked a few feet, and then stopped. Beneath his faceplate, he found himself grinning.
'Legionary,' He called, to the one named Darius. 'A suggestion, follow us. You follow a sheep in lion's clothing. Come, Darius.'
Nyctophobia- Fear of the Dark Angel.
"No one ever spoke about of those two absent brothers. Their separate tragedies had seemed like aberrations. Had they, in fact, been warnings that no one had heeded?"
'Killing a man is like fucking, boy, only instead of giving life you take it. You experience the ecstasy of penetration as your warhead enters the enemy's belly and the shaft follows. You see the whites of his eyes roll inside the sockets of his helmet. You feel his knees give way beneath him and the weight of his faltering flesh draw down the point of your spear. Are you picturing this?'
'Is your dick hard yet?'
''What? You've got your spear in a man's guts and your dog isn't stiff? What are you, a woman?'