❝ You are not staining my halls with mess, so it is better, ❞ he looked her up and down, grim visage as unreadable as ever.
❝ What have you come to see today? My collection of human technology? Or perhaps something from a higher form of life? ❞
The Heretek tensed at the sudden happening, phalanges crunched into her palm.
❝ Nothing that would interest you, Necron-unit. ❞ She mused, wiping off her shoulder like it had been touched by something more vile than gore.
❝ …So, what? Better? ❞ They inquired, sass-laced.
❝ And what unfortunate creature have you traipsed into my gallery today? ❞
A snap of his fingers and scarabs swarm, atomising any viscera that stains her or the black marble of the floor.
The gesture was unnecessary, the scarabs summoned by interstitial command, but it was
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