But the soul of it – humanity as it should be, as it must be. ‘My priorities are the same as they ever were, Oleander,’ Bile said, as he began to suture the wound in his gut.
Stronger, faster, more aggressive than the brief sparks that sheltered in the shadow of the Imperium."
The New Humanity, as designed by Fabius Bile. It was all very polite, until you got to the razor’s edge. Whoever died, one of the others would be getting a promotion. The others watched them in silence, alert to the sights and smells their leaders were giving off. She was tired of having to back him down. He’d know she was ready for him, and he’d back down. If she tensed up, she’d give the game away. ‘Surprised you could hear anything, the way you were carrying on, Second,’ she said. He could rip up a deck plate with those fingers. It’d be a shame to lose him, but there it was. But Ortiz was too eager, too hungry for it. Prowling around her, waiting for her to hesitate. "Ortiz had been testing her for months now. You are a thing of furious beauty, my dear, and never let anyone tell you different.’ For in man, as in all beasts, the female is the deadlier of the species. ‘ More than once I have questioned the Emperor’s wisdom in bestowing his gifts upon but one half of the human race. ‘And so we will, when we are safe aboard the Vesalius,’ Bile said, rubbing a spot of blood from Igori’s cheek with his thumb. The Emperor had reasons for doing things the way he did. Then you'll have Human sub-species and gene-wars for an Ubermensch race that thinks morality and mundane Humanity is beneath it. Bathing in the rivers of spilled blood, Hellebron’s powers are magnified beyond belief, with Doomfire Warlocks and Sisters of Slaughter flocking to her banner.Click to shrink.You start playing Creator with genetics and make that knowledge available wide enough, and you'll get Fabius fucking Bile types. Crone Hellebron stirs in Har Ganeth, and calls a Blood Night: the slaves are released upon the streets and slaughtered in their thousands.
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